After stopping at the bar a few times we got talking, I’d finished my shift and came to sit with them. They thought I was just being friendly. I was, but there was another motive too. As she, her name was Marie, asked endless questions about what it was like to live in the Canary islands during the winter, what were the houses like and so on, her boyfriend, Mark, sipped his beer and stared off into the distance. When I could, I took a glance at him, hoping to catch his eye and draw him into the conversation. It didn’t happen. Maybe he’d picked up on the fact that I found him attractive, maybe I made him feel uncomfortable, they knew I was gay, and she seemed thrilled by the fact. He seemed worried by it.

Eventually it seemed only polite that I invite them to come for drinks up at the villa so that they could see what a real ‘local’ house was like and take in the views I have from the roof. We made a date for the following evening and I told them how to find the place, saying that I would meet them at eight at the end of the lane.

And, at eight the following evening I was at the end of the cobbled street, sweating from the intense heat and waiting. After ten minutes I decide that they had changed their minds. Maybe Mark had persuaded her not to come, fearing some sort of ulterior motive was at play. I decided to give them another ten minutes.

And then I saw a figure in the distance, climbing laboriously up the steep path towards me. I recognised the boyfriend from his sturdy, solid frame. He wore shorts and boots and he seemed to be struggling with the effort of lifting his legs for each step he took. It was quite a climb from the café to this part of the village and I guessed that they were town people, not much used to walking. As he came closer he saw me and waved. Eventually he panted to a halt before me.

‘Jesus, that’s hard work mate,’ he gasped.

‘I should have warned you. Where’s Marie?’

‘Long story, but in a nutshell she had too much Bacardi last night and too much sun today. She’s flat out in bed.’

My heart did a back flip as I realised I would have him on my own for a couple of hours. He was slightly tanned from his holiday and this added the dark looks he already had. His short black hair was glistening with beads of sweat and his blue eyes glinted out from under dark brows as he looked at me, smiled and shook his head.

‘I’m not walking up here again,’ he laughed. ‘I just came to tell you that we can’t make it tonight. Sorry to let you down but Marie’s not up to it.’

And my heart sank.

‘You’re almost there now,’ I said, thinking quickly. ‘You may as well stop for a beer. There’s the house.’ I pointed up hill. My house was only four doors away.

He looked uncertain. ‘Honestly mate, another time.’

‘Come on, you can cool down before setting off again,’ I said and turned, giving him no choice but to follow.

‘Just a quick one then,’ I heard him say and he definitely sounded uncomfortable.

I showed him into the living room and he went straight to the wide patio doors. Beyond these was the spectacular view of the valley below. Miles away and down the coast line ran from east to west and the sun was just nearing the sea where it would soon set.

‘Nice house,’ he said. ‘Nice view.’

‘Thanks,’ I replied. His tee shirt was stuck to his back with sweat, darkened in patches between his shoulder blades. His shorts hung over his arse and, where they too were heavy with sweat, they clung to his cheeks and accentuated their roundness. The view I was looking at was just as good.

‘Beer?’ I asked.

‘Cheers.’

When I returned from the kitchen he was still standing at the window looking out. I invited him to come and sit.

‘Don’t want to get your sofa messed up mate,’ he said looking at the leather sofa I had sat on and indicating his sweaty clothes.

‘Don’t worry about it,’ I smiled. ‘It will wipe clean.’

He thought for a moment and then chose to sit opposite me on one of the matching chairs. I’d worn my own brand of football shorts for the evening, silky and cool and, with nothing on underneath them I knew that I had to watch how I sat. If I lifted my leg up and placed my foot on the sofa, as I usually did, the shorts would stretch to show off my packet. And if I moved my other leg to one side slightly then the leg of my shorts would hang open and anyone sitting opposite would be able to see that I was wearing nothing beneath them. For the moment I sat with my legs together.

Instinctively I offered him a cigarette.

‘No thanks mate, I don’t smoke… cigarettes.’ There was an impish twinkle in his eye and he winked. Without making any reaction at all I offered a cigarette box from the coffee table between us.

‘Something stronger then?’ I opened the lid to show him a few ready rolled joints. He practically licked his lips as he helped himself.

We smoked in silence, the sun set far away and the light in the room dimmed. I turned on a table lamp, crossed the room and put on some music. He finished his beer quickly and refused a second. When I sat down again I noticed that he had changed position. He was no longer sitting upright and ridged but had slipped back in his chair a little, he looked more relaxed.

‘So how long have you and Marie been together?’ I asked, feeling that some sort of conversation should be started.

‘Only a few months,’ he replied and that was all he had to say.

‘She’s very pretty,’ I complemented, ‘you’ve done well.’

‘Ta.’ He looked around the room. ‘It’s a posh place you got here, what do you do for money?’

It was a bit of a direct question, but reasonable. It was obvious that I hadn’t made my money from working in a sleepy, Spanish bar half way up a mountain.

‘Photography,’ I said simply.

‘Yeah? Neat.’ He took a long, deep drag on his joint and held it in. I did the same and, without thinking pulled my right leg up onto the sofa.

As he exhaled his eyes dropped and his gaze fell directly on the front of my shorts. I rubbed my bare foot and lowered it to the floor again. He looked up at my face.

‘What kind of photography?’ he asked and I noticed that his speech was already a little slurred.

I slid a book across the coffee table to him and he picked it up. Opened it, looked at a few pages and then closed it again.

‘Oh,’ he said blankly.

‘Not your kind of thing?’ I asked with a smile.

‘Not really mate. Got any with naked women?’

‘I only photograph male nudes.’

‘Oh.’

He changed again, became more uncomfortable and looked at his watch.

‘I should go,’ he said and started to stand.

‘Calm down,’ I said with a laugh. ‘You’re quite safe. I turned off the hidden cameras before you came.’

He looked at me in shock and then decided that I was joking and a ladish grin spread across his face.

‘Finish your joint first,’ I said. ‘Or have another if you like.’

He did. Half way through the second one, when we had been sitting in silence for about five minutes, he suddenly sat upright.

‘Are you o.k.?’ I asked, concerned in case the dope had made him feel sick.

‘You’re a professional?’ he said it more as a statement than a question.

‘Yes I am,’ I replied indicating the book on the coffee table. ‘I have published several volumes all over the world.’

‘Would you take a picture of me?’

‘I don’t do holiday snaps,’ I laughed. But he was serious.

‘No, I mean like them in the book.’

‘Nude?’

‘Yeah.’

‘Well I could do.’ I had no idea where this sudden interest had come from and assumed it was the dope talking. ‘What would Marie say though?’

‘I wouldn’t tell her.’

‘So what would you use the pictures for?’

‘I dunno. Forget it.’

‘It’s up to you. I’m happy to do it, if you want.’

‘How much would you charge?’ he suddenly realised that I might want paying. It was, after all, my job.

‘We’d work something out,’ I said and lifted my foot onto the sofa again.

This time he looked into my crotch quickly and kept his eyes there. I shifted my left leg and knew that he could now see up the leg of my shorts. If I was hinting at something he knew what it was. I could feel cool air whisper around my semi hard cock that now lay against my inner thigh. He slid back in his chair and it was my turn to look at the front of his shorts. The white material fell back against his groin, defining the shape of what lay beneath. His legs, stocky and hairy, were pushed out in front of him and he crossed his ankles, his dusty boots resting on each other.

‘That would make a good shot,’ I said. ‘Try putting your hands behind your head.’

He gave me a quizzical look and then his cheeky grin returned. ‘Yeah?’ he asked. ‘Like this?’

I nodded. With his hands behind his head his body was fully stretched out. His tee shirt, now dry, had risen up from his shorts and revealed a line of dark hair running down from his navel. His stomach looked as though it had once been taught but was now slightly flabby from beer and a sedentary lifestyle. But his face glowed, his eyes were half closed and he looked like some young teenager waiting for his first kiss.

‘Don’t move,’ I said.

When I came back from my studio, camera in hand, he was in the same position. The only thing that had changed was the look in his eyes. They had closed further and he looked stoned.

‘Open your eyes a little,’ I instructed as I set the camera.

He did and they were red. That was o.k. I was using my digital camera and set it to black and white.

‘Now what?’ he asked after I had taken a couple of shots.

‘Pull your shirt up a little,’ I switched from looking through the view finder to looking directly at him, keeping my professional attitude.

‘Like this mate?’ He kept one hand behind his head while he used the other to drag his shirt up to his chest. He was playing with me, being as seductive as he could but not making a very good job of it.

‘No, put your palm flat on your stomach, that’s it. Now slowly draw it up so the shirt gathers on your wrist.’

The movement revealed his flesh to me slowly. Tanned, covered with a slight matt of dark hair. He looked down at what he was doing.

‘Look at the camera,’ I said.

He looked at it and smiled a tourist’s false smile.

‘Relax,’ I laughed. He frowned.

‘What?’

‘This isn’t one for the family album. Imagine that the camera is some girl you’re trying to pull, flirt with it.’

He snorted, coughed and said, ‘alright darling?’ directly to the camera.

‘O.k.’ I put the camera down. ‘This isn’t going to work.’

‘Oh no, come on mate. I’ll try harder. Just tell me what to do, talk me through it, o.k.?’

‘O.k.’

I checked the room, where would be a good place to photograph him?

‘Follow me,’ I said and went into the hall.

When he came from the living room, staggering a little and giggling, I was standing by the bathroom door. I nodded my head in the direction of the bathroom.

‘Straight up?’ he said incredulously.

‘You want to do this right don’t you?’

He shrugged and stepped inside. The bathroom was large. It had a marble corner bath with gold plated taps and a shower over it. The whole room was carpeted and lit by tiny spotlights hidden in the ceiling. He whistled admiringly as he went in.

‘Here we go,’ I said, my professional voice returning. ‘What I want you to do Mark, is this: put one foot up on the edge of the bath and start to undo your boots. That’s it, look this way. Turn a little away from me.’

This movement accentuated the shape of his arse, his football shorts pulled tight around it.

‘You’re a soccer star just off the field. You’re gunna take a bath, get yourself ready for a night on the town with the girls, o.k.?’

‘Sure.’

‘So, undo the lace, take the boot off and drop it, that’s it. Now, change sides and do the same with the other. Let me get a close up.’

I crouched down in front of him and pointed the camera to his foot. His hands were trembling on his Doc Marten boot, grey from street dust.

‘Relax,’ I reminded him. ‘Let the dope do its work and let yourself go. You just won the game, no need to be nervous.’

‘Sorry mate.’

I panned out. In the view finder I could just see the hem of his shorts. I tilted upwards and snapped the front. No bulge, nothing showing. A dead shot. I stood back a little.

‘O.k., now the fun part. Lean over and turn the shower on. It’s the knob there.’

He did as he was told. As he reached across the bath his shirt rode up at the back revealing the base of his spine. I saw a smooth back with no hair, the top of his arse crack just visible from the top of his shorts. Water started to pour out from the shower.

‘Give it a moment to warm up and then get in.’

‘What?’

‘Get in the bath.’

‘Sure?’

‘Yup.’

He did and stood there facing me with the shower pouring into the bath behind him.

‘O.k. Mark, do exactly as I say and we’ll have you on the front cover of Esquire.’ For one horrible moment I thought he believed me, he nodded keenly like an obedient school boy.

‘Lift your arms to your head and clasp your hands behind. That’s it, now tilt your head back and get it wet. Further.’

He put his face under the shower, water jetted out all around him, bouncing off his face and wetting his shirt. It started to stick to his chest again and, with him leaning back, his chest showed through hard and defined.

‘Now shake your head, wash that football match out of your hair. Open your mouth, let the water trickle into your throat, let it bubble out over your chin and run down your body. Feel good? O.k. step forward and slowly, very slowly remove your shirt. Pull it up from the bottom and over your head.’

Slowly his naked chest came into view. Between his pecs a line of black hair formed a wet covering, around his nipples more dark hair hung matted and soaked. His dark, pink nipples stood out against the water that rained on them from above.

‘That’s it, Mark, nice and slow. Hold it there.’

His shirt was covering his head. All there was in the viewfinder was a naked torso and the outline of his face pressing against the sodden material.

‘And now all the way off, chuck it away. Good lad.’ I kept talking to him now that he was getting into the shoot, I didn’t want him to lose the impetus or change his mind. ‘Now turn away from me, get under again. That’s it. Take some of that shower wash there and cover yourself. Go on, get the mud and sweat from the football field out of your skin. Massage it in, all over your chest, under your arms, around your neck.’

I photographed each change in his muscles as he lathered his upper body. I focused in on his hands as they smeared froth around the back of his neck and shot the glistening, short hair on the back of his head. I followed the rivulets of soap as they meandered down his spine and slid across the rounds of his backside. Jealous of their ability to caress the full, smooth shorts I moved the viewfinder to his legs, shot the backs of his knees, then travelled up again, framed the sodden football shorts that clung to his lad’s arse and defined its dark crack. And then further up again to the strong shoulders, all the time encouraging him.

‘Rub it in Mark. Imagine that there’s a girl in there with you and she’s doing it.’ I had a plan here. I wanted him turned on when he turned around. ‘Can you feel those soft, delicate fingers massaging your skin? Can you feel her hands playing over your chest? She’s taking your nipples between her fingers now. Her nails are pinching into them, gently, sensuously. She wants you Mark, she wants to go down and take your hard cock in her hands, guide it to her soft lips and lick her tongue gently along your length. You’re the star; she’s yours to do what you want with. And she’s going to make you come as you pump your straight man cock into her young mouth.’

His hands had slipped down his chest, played with his nipples and were now pushing into the tops of his shorts.

‘Turn to me now Mark, turn slowly and play your hands over your stomach.’

He did. His shorts were almost transparent now, a thick, stocky and dark cock was pressing against them. The pinkness of his cock head showed through the white material as he turned to face me. Above this a black shadow showed where his bushy pubes were and below his cock I could see his balls hanging free and warm.

‘Put your hands over your shaft, hold it through the shorts. Let it show. Let her see what a huge pole you have. Can you feel her breathing on it? Can you feel the water running into your shorts and trickling past your arse? Can you feel her fingers as she takes your cock and slowly wanks it, bringing it all the time closer to her mouth? That’s good Mark, that’s really hot. You’re turning her on. She’s begging you for it. Now, hands inside your shorts. Push them down, slowly mate, slowly let her see what you’ve got.’

His eyes were closed, his smile broad. It was as if he was in a trance now, feeling this unseen girl as she undressed him when all the time he was undressing for me. His shorts were lowered. His pubes came into view, thick and black and then the wide base of his solid cock. Slowly the shorts were pushed lower and his shaft was revealed, stocky and fat with a network of veins full and pumping. And then his head broke free, his cock snapped up, slapped against his bush and pointed straight at me. Still the shorts came lower. His balls swung free, hanging heavy in their stretched sack.

‘Turn around again,’ I ordered. He did as he was told. ‘Now bend down to take your shorts right off, push them all the way down to your ankles, and bend. That’s a good lad.’

In this position his arse was forced open and I zoomed in on the wrinkled, dark hole hiding in amid the forest of hair.

‘That’s good. Now step out of them, stand up, turn to face me, good lad. Rub the soap over your chest. That’s it, massage it in, squeeze your nipples. Nice. Hey, I like the smile, that’s a wicked smile you have Mark. You’re a good looking lad. No wonder the girls want you to fuck them. Now move your hands lower, rub your palms over your stomach, lower Mark, feel your pubes. Get your fingers in there, twist them, scratch your skin in there with your nails. That’s it, you can be rough. You’re a tough lad. Now run your hands under your balls, take them in your fist, lock them in there, pull them up, show her, show her your balls, that’s it. Feels good doesn’t it?’

‘Feels great,’ he murmured.

‘Now imagine she’s at your cock again. You’re the star, you’re the hero, the player with the biggest cock. She’s on her knees. Take your cock in one hand, grip it at the base, grasp it, feel your power as you shove it in her mouth. That’s it, it’s into her throat, feel her warmth around it.’

The water was still running down his body, running streams around his hands, hot water splashing over his inflamed cock head, his slit opening to let his pre cum ooze out.

‘Take your other hand, feel you arse. Run your palm around it. Feel into your crack, feels good doesn’t it? Let a finger play on your hole.’

He gasped and stretched his body up rigid when he found his hole. ‘Feels so good,’ he whispered to himself. I shot him as he opened his mouth, speaking through his smile.

‘Let it slide in further Mark, try it, see how it feels.’

‘Yeah, that’s great,’ he said.

I had trouble hearing over the sound of the running water but I could read his expression. He was talking to himself through his trance. ‘That feels real good.’ He was well into this now.

‘And think Mark. Think what you want to happen next. What does she do to you? What do you want to happen now?’

All the time my camera was clicking away, I had over one hundred shots now, there was nothing left to photograph apart from his cum, and I knew that was not far away. I put the camera to one side and stepped forward.

‘Tell me Mark, tell me what happens next.’

I could see that he was fucking is tight arse with a finger behind him, his hips were thrust forward and he was slowly wanking his foreskin back and forth over his fat, purple head. His mouth was open slightly, water running in and trickling out. His eyes still shut.

‘Suck me,’ he whispered.

‘I didn’t hear you,’ I lied.

‘Suck me,’ he said it louder.

‘I can’t hear you.’

‘Please, suck me! Someone suck my cock.’

I stepped into the bath. The warm water immediately soaked my clothes. I put one arm around him, and turned off the shower.

His eyes snapped open. They were inches away from mine, our bodies touching. I could feel his fist as it pumped on his shaft and banged against my belly, his cock head pressed against my shorts.

Without saying a word I put both hands on his shoulders and pushed him gently to his knees.

‘You first,’ I said.

I expected him to resist but he didn’t. Before I knew it he had pulled my shorts down and his mouth was around my swollen cock. I held his head and pushed it into my groin, gyrated my hips so that I could feel his straight face buried in my pubes. I used his head to wank myself, grasping him firmly and thumping my hips against him like I was giving him some sort of punishment. His hands gripped my legs to steady himself and I could hear him grunt with surprise at what he was doing, what he was tasting. What he was enjoying.

I looked up at the shower hanging overhead, to the fitting that held it to the wall, and winked.

And then I felt myself about to unload.

‘I’m coming Mark,’ I said and held my cock in his throat. ‘I’m going to fill your mouth with cum.’ I pulled back out. ‘You want to find out what a man’s cum tastes like?’ I thrust back in again, my legs were shaking. ‘You want to feel the hot splash of juice on the back of your throat?’ I drew right out, tilted his head so that he looked up at me. His eyes were wide, begging. ‘Do you?’

He didn’t answer, just dived onto my cock again and pulled me into his face. He feasted greedily, grunting, panting; desperate to find out what another man tasted like. I showed him. I heard him gag, felt my own hot cum fill his mouth around my cock, felt myself jerk against him, heard him whimper, give in, accept it. And I pumped him until I could stand it no longer. My cock slipped from his mouth and I drew him up to me so that we were staring into each other’s eyes. He opened his mouth and I could see it was still full with my juice. And, with it still open, he swallowed it all.

His cock was pressing against my wet thigh, his chest against my shirt. I turned him to the side and put one arm around him, stroked the fur on his arse cheeks and then let two fingers slip into his tight, hot hole. His eyes widened in surprise. With my other hand I tickled and stroked his balls. I didn’t touch his cock.

‘Feel that inside you,’ I whispered into his ear. ‘Feel how good it is to let someone give you so much pleasure.’

‘Wank me please,’ he said desperately.

‘I am,’ I replied and started sliding my fingers in and out of his arse, all the time teasing his balls.

He jolted and squirmed, tried to grasp his cock, I pushed his hands away. Instead he grabbed mine, it stiffened again, painful but willing. I could feel his body twist and slide against mine as I massaged him inside. I heard him swear, pant, whimper in disbelief. I could smell his sweat, his breath and could feel his heart racing in his chest.

‘Just imagine that’s my cock in there, fucking you.’

My words whispered into his ear and were followed by my tongue as I licked him, tasted him. I felt his hair against my forehead.

‘Jesus,’ he said, ‘I’m gunna….’

‘I know, just let it happen.’

‘Wank my cock… oh fuck.’

I had three fingers in him now, each thrust of my hand lifting him to his toes. I twisted his balls into my hand and pulled them down. I turned him so that his cock was pressed against me, sliding up under my shirt and rubbing against my stomach. He grappled for my cock. His pulling on my tool got stronger, more desperate.

‘Oh no,’ he started to grunt short gasps of abandon. ‘I’m coming, fuck, fuck, fuck me. Harder.’

As I slid my fingers into him I drew him towards me, his cock rubbed against me and I jerked down on his balls. And then I felt it. A long, scorching stream of straight lad’s cum shot up my stomach and warmed my flesh.

I looked into his eyes, wide, blue, his dark brows raised in confusion. And I wrapped my lips around his. Our tongues fought. Another stream of hot juice splattered under my wet shirt and I could feel his cock slide around in his own cum as he fucked it against me. My fingers reached into him deeper and I pulled him to me tighter.

My cock spat for a second time, covering his hand with my own spunk as he pulled in un-rhythmic jerking movements. I kept my fingers inside him, played my thumb around the top of his arse, removed my other hand from his balls and held the back of his head, pushed him closer to me, held us together as he subsided. All there was left to do then was kiss and he explored my mouth with his like he knew this was the only chance he would get to kiss another man.

Slowly, I let my fingers leave him, but I kept my palm against his arse, enjoying the feeling of his skin, knowing that I held a straight guy in my arms and that he was kissing me, holding my cock. Knowing that he had asked me to fuck him, asked me to suck him. And knowing that those pleasures were yet to come.

I looked over his shoulder and back up to the shower fitting. The small, black-glass plate reflected the lights from the ceiling. Behind the glass the tiny red light was still showing. And I knew that I had it all on tape.

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Part III

Tom eased back and his long thick cock slid out of my ass; he slid my panties back into place, pulled my skirt back down, and patted my ass.

"Well done Sis," he laughed.

"I really need to empty the old ball sack, and your ass was just the place to do it. Now cook my fucking breakfast bitch!" he scolded; any form of tenderness gone from his voice.

I sheepishly turned back to my chores as I felt my brother's semen oozing from ass and mix with my own semen pooled in the crotch of my nylon panties as it start to cool off and congeal.

"Tom, can I please change my underwear?" I asked, using a pleading, subordinate tone.

"I don't think so Mike, I mean Michele. When you have served my breakfast we might go back upstairs to where you keep your girly clothes and pick out something more suitable for company; but for now you'll do fine as you are" Tom answered.

'Company, Oh my God, what is my brother thinking of getting up to next,' I thought to myself.

I decided to shut up and get on with Tom's breakfast. As I laid the plate before him, Tom slid his hand up my sheer stockinged leg and stoked my thigh. I didn't move, I decided to let Tom have everything his way for now; after all he held all the aces.

Tom continued to play with my stocking tops as shovelled food into his mouth with his other hand. Then his hand slid up to my soaked panties.

"Oh fuck Sis, you're sopping wet. I must have come a torrent in your ass, and you're soaked in the front too," he laughed as his hand slid around and stroked my cock through the nylon panty.

"Well I'm glad that you liked that I gave you a 'reach around' but for fuck sake all that come in your knickers is disgusting!" Tom laughed evilly and then removed his hand and wiped it on the front of my black miniskirt.

"You fucking arsehole!" I yelled and made to slap his face.

Tom was too quick for me and grabbed my hand in mid air as he stood up and pushed me back hard. I tottered back on my high heels and fell flat on my ass on the kitchen floor, winded. I must of looked a sight, my legs spread, skirt rucked up to expose my stocking tops and soaked white nylon panties, and my thick makeup starting to run as I tried to hold back tears.

"You fucking well are a girl Mike!" Tom spat contemptuously.

"Now get your fucking faggot, girly ass into the shower and clean yourself up. And don't think this is over, I've just started having fun. When you've cleaned my 'man fat' from your ass and made up your slutty face for me again, I'll help you pick out the wardrobe for this afternoon's entertainment. Now fuck off and let me finish my breakfast you freak!" my Brother said, dismissing me from the room.

I skittered up onto my heels and slunk off to the shower. I had never felt so humiliated. Even the raping I had received from the street gang last night had some semblance of respect and tenderness. My Brother Tom was treating me like a two-dollar whore this morning!

I removed my come stained panties, garters, stockings and skirt then gathered up the soiled clothing from last night's 'adventures' and put them in the washer while I showered. I spent at least half an hour washing myself and gave myself a quick enema to clean out my brother's come from inside me. I vaguely heard the phone ringing and Tom answering during this period, but paid scant attention.

After three-quarters of an hour I retrieved my now clean clothes from the washer and placed them in the dryer. I felt refreshed enough to go to my room and get dressed. As I entered Tom was sitting on the bed surrounded by a selection of my girl clothes he had obviously taken from my secret hiding place at the back of the wardrobe.

Tom had laid out my red Lycra miniskirt, a black sheer blouse, black nylon panties and matching bra, and a pair of my sheerest black seamed nylon stockings. On the floor were my high heeled, patent leather, open toe, sandals. My blonde wig was sitting on the dresser amongst the makeup scattered there from this morning.

"Get dressed, Sis," Tom ordered.

"And put on lots of that slutty makeup you wear, just like last night. And…fucking get a move on; we've got company coming."

"What are you on about Tom?"

"Who have we got coming?" I sounded alarmed.

Tom grabbed me and threw me on the bed.

"Just do what you're told 'big Sister', unless of course you want our family and the whole neighbourhood to know about you perversion!" Tom yelled into my face. He stormed out the room and left me to dress.

I knew I had no choice but to comply as I plied on my makeup, making my self look like a cheap whore with heavily mascaraed eyes, ruby red lips, and rouged cheeks. I fitted the wig, slid into the bra and panty set, pulled my matching black garter belt over my panties and squeezed into the tight red mini. I eased the slinky nylon blouse over my shoulders and bent down to glide the diaphanous, black nylons up my legs and attached them to the garters. I buckled the high heels and bent down to straighten the seams of my stockings.

As I was I stood up and turned my back to the mirror to check my stocking seams were straight, the door had opened silently.

"My fucking oath Tom, she looks even better than last night, I can't wait to get my hands on her!" a voice I remembered from last night exclaimed.

I turned around and saw a jet-black youth that I identified as being the leader of the gang that had forced their way on me last night in the park.

"Well don't wait Tone," by Brother Tom, said matter of factly.

"Help yourself. Tony, this is my Sister Michele; Michele this is Tony. But what the fuck, you two met on a more than personal level last night didn't you. So, no need for formal introductions," he laughed.

"Go for it Tone!"

The black, heavily muscled youth sprang forward and wrapped me in his huge arms. He pulled me forward and I collapsed against him. He looked me in the eyes and then pulled my face towards his.

"Hello Michele," he whispered.

"Remember me?"

Just before his lips crushed mine I tried to scream.

"Nooooooooo!"

But his lips mashed against mine and my scream was stifled. Tony forced his tongue into my mouth and began to rape my mouth. He pulled me hard against him and I felt the growing bulge in his jeans as he kissed me. Tony's right hand released its grip from around me and went to my ass and began squeezing my cheeks through my skirt and panties. He rubbed first one cheek of my ass then the other as he continued to French kiss me.

I tried to struggle, but his grip was too tight and all I succeeded in doing was moving my lower body against him and arousing him further. His cock now felt like an iron bar against me. Tony's hand now reached under my skirt and started to caress my stockinged thighs. I was so breathless I thought I would pass out.

"Oh fuck yes, Michele," Tony whispered as his lips left mine briefly.

"God you are one sexy little girly-boy!"

He then proceeded to kiss me again and steadily force me back towards the bed. I had no control over the situation and as my legs came into contact with the end of my bed I fell backwards with Tony on top of me. He reached under my arms and dragged me up the bed so I was prone underneath him; all the time his lips were locked on mine. The only thing I could think to do was slam my legs shut in protest.

Tony broke the kiss and as I lay there panting he straddled me. He was sweating and breathing hard himself. He tore off his T-shirt and unbuckled his belt; he pushed his jeans down and lifted each leg to shed himself of the garment. He wore no underwear and I caught sight of his huge erect organ. It looked even bigger than the monster he had forced into me last night.

I prayed that this would end soon. Maybe Mom and Dad would come home, maybe Tom would take pity on me, maybe the world would end; what chance did I have?

Tony now lay on top of me, taking his weight on his elbows and began a series of passionate kisses. His hands roamed over my body, stroking and caressing. Eventually one hand reached under my skirt and began to stroke my thighs again. I felt him squirm on top of me and realised what he was doing. Tony was working his cock between my locked, stocking encased thighs. He started a slow steady rhythm as he dry humped my thighs, his cock trapped between them.

I felt him get further excited now and his kisses became even more passionate as his rock hard cock continued its steady fucking motion between my nyloned legs. I made a mistake. I opened my legs slightly to try and thwart his pleasure, and Tony immediately seized the opportunity. He dropped one leg between mine and forced them further apart. He pushed up with his hips and his iron hard cock came into contact with mine through the gauzy nylon of my panties. Tony immediately began dry fucking me through my panties, his hard member pressed against mine, only the thin translucent nylon between them.

I couldn't help myself. My cock began to harden and I started to push up to meet his thrusts. I responded to his kisses, driving my tongue deep into his mouth and mashing my lipsticked lips against his. The feeling of our cocks rubbing together with only the thin nylon panty between them was exquisite. Again I had gone from being the victim of a rape to willing participant, only because of my inability to control my arousal.

I was enjoying the dry fucking so much that I pushed my heels into the bed to force my crotch higher and harder to meet Tony's thrusts. I locked my arms around him and began to groan. I then felt the bed shift as a weight was added just near my head. I turned to the right and opened eyes and saw my brother's engorged member level with my face. I guess it was just instinct, but I opened my mouth and sucked the proffered appendage into my mouth, my lipstick leaving a red trail along the shaft as it slid over my lips.

I began to move my tongue around the throbbing head of Tom's cock, licking under the glands whilst keeping it trapped in my mouth, my lips clamped on the shaft. I heard my brother groan.

"Oh Sis, yeah sweets, that what I wanted."

Tony stopped thrusting against me and I writhed on the bed to indicate my disappointment, but he was only adjusting his position. He put his knees between mine and grabbed my silky, stockinged calves and lifted my legs up and locked them under his arms. I felt his cock prodding against the leg opening of my knickers and then felt it slide inside my panties and rest against my ass bud.

I was now getting exceptionally randy and began a steady long slow blowjob on my brother Tom. I kept his shaft clamped between my lips and moved my head up and down his shaft as my tongue continued to lash his tender glans. My own cock was rock hard and the tip had forced its way out of my panty waistband and was so sensitive, the friction of it rubbing on my skirt was painful. I reached down and pulled up my lycra skirt around my waist, fully exposing my panty clad ass and balls, my glans were now exposed and my cock was pushed flat against my stomach by the waistband of my panties.

Tony started to push forward with his hips, and his penis, lubricated by our 'cock-kissing' session, slid slowly into my ass. I relaxed my inner muscles and allowed him to enter me until his balls rested snugly against my ass cheeks. Tony then lifted my legs higher and placed my high-heeled feet over his shoulders, he was kissing my stocking legs, bending forward and moving his kisses up my legs as his cock started its outstroke.

I clenched my lower muscles tight and my ass gripped his cock as it started a steady in and out rhythm, on the in stroke his body rubbed against my cock adding to my pleasure. I was sucking Tom's cock to the same rhythm, his cock being swallowed deep into my throat as Tony's shaft pumped into my ass.

"Oh fuck Sis, this is just so good! Suck that cock honey!" my brother groaned.

"And take me deep inside you sugar," breathed Tony.

The pace gradually increased as Tony started to fuck me hard. He was no longer gentle, but was pounding his hard, fat cock in and out of me faster and harder, his balls slamming into my panty ass and grinding himself against me at the top of his in stroke. Tom was keeping pace and was now holding my head as he fucked my mouth, I was breathing heavily through my nose trying not to choke when his cock was fully inserted into my mouth, his balls banging against my chin.

And me, the poor little girl being raped? I was enjoying every second! I was sucking and licking my brother's cock, and rising to meet Tony's thrusts as I concentrated on squeezing his cock tight inside me.

The pace was now at a crescendo and both of the boys where groaning as they approached orgasm.

"Ohhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuck honey I'm gonna' come, I can feel it," groaned Tony.

"Ohhhhhhhh me too!" screamed Tom.

"Take it! Take it! Take it, sugar!" Screamed Tom, as I felt him push forward with a mighty thrust. He buried his face in my nyloned thigh and kissed me there as his cock started to spasm deep in my ass. He was pushing his cock into me as deep as he could, and grinding his balls against my panty ass to increase the sensation of his orgasm. I felt my ass flood with hot semen.

At the same time Tony groaned,

"Here Michele, take my load!" And he too pushed his cock deep inside my mouth down to the back of my throat, his hands forcing my head hard against his crotch. Hot salty sperm started to boil from his throbbing penis and fill my mouth. As much I sucked I couldn't swallow it all and I pulled my head back. Tom pulled his cock from my mouth and rubbed it all over my face as the last of his seed ejaculated over my face. The hot, sticky come was in my eyes, my hair, and all over my cheeks. My makeup was running as semen was smeared all over my face by my Brother's hot, jerking cock.

I felt the last spasms of Tony's orgasm deep in my ass, and my bother's hand squeeze my cock and stroke it in a tight grip. I ejaculated against my belly; I felt the hot come pool there as my dick throbbed in my brother's hand.

My name is Leeza and I just turned sixteen this past May. I’m so proud of my growing boobs as I just moved up to a 34B-cup. My mom, Deedee, has been taking me shopping lately allowing me to buy some pretty sexy clothing. Earlier this week, she helped me pick out these sheer lacy bra & panty sets. I got an assortment of sexy lace colors, red, black, white, purple & blue. I feel so grown up and sexy wearing them. I just like the feel of sheer lacy undies against my soft skin. It gets me hot to the point where I’ll have to get myself off sometimes.

Right now I’m just a bit bigger, in the boobs, than mom and I think she’s just a little jealous of me. My mom is Italian and my dad is German so I have my dad’s hair color but mom’s olive skin complexion. I tan very easy and love my sexy tan lines. I know some girls dislike tan lines, but I think they look sexy. When I look in the mirror, it’s like I can see my bikini and what’s under it all at once. Mom let me buy a white string bikini this year and I love how I look in it.

I stand around 5 ft. 5 inches tall, weigh around 112 pounds and have brown hair coming down to my shoulders. In the last year, I’ve grown close to 4 inches taller and I’ve lost a lot of that young girl baby fat. I’ve stood in front of my bedroom mirror more than once just looking at my body as it transformed from young girl to young woman. Not to sound conceded, but I really do look hot. No wonder all the boys in school are starting to notice me.

As I was kind of daydreaming, watching TV, the phone rang. I have a phone right next to my bed and it’s usually for me so I grabbed it. Just as I was ready to answer, I heard my mom answer and for some reason, I quietly listened to the conversation that began to take place between my mom and her sister, my Aunt Leah.

"So what happened?" Aunt Leah asked with excitement.

"It worked, he couldn’t resist." replied my mom.

"Well come on, tell me about it, I want to hear all the juicy details. Was he good?" Aunt Leah asked.

"Good, that’s an understatement. You were right, it took a small initiative on my part and it all just happened. God it was so fucking hot my pussy’s getting wet again just thinking about it." Mom said.

I couldn’t believe the words coming out of my mom’s mouth. What were they talking about? Who were they talking about? I listened intently as they continued.

"Come on, keep going. Tell me more!" Aunt Leah demanded.

Mom responded, "Ok, first I did like we talked. I know he loves sexy butts from our talks lately, so I wore a sheer black thong. He got me into his garage and closed the door. I could see his thick hard cock outlined in his shorts. I just knew he’d go for it if given a chance. He bought me a vibrator like I asked him to and we were talking about how I like to use it. I was so hot my pussy was on fire. He also got me this sheer red thong and the next thing I knew I told him I was wearing a thong. He replied, yeah right, I’d like to see that."

"Oh man Dee, I’m getting turned on. Ron is one sexy guy. Diana’s so lucky." Said my aunt.

It hit me like a rock. They were talking about my Uncle Ron? I felt a tingle growing between my legs as my pussy dampened. Without realizing, my right hand traced it’s way down to my crotch, slid under my sweat pants, as I began to lightly rub myself through the material of my white cotton panties. I was both stunned and mesmerized by what I was hearing on the phone. My heart was pounding with excitement waiting for mom to go on.

Mom continued, "She sure is Leah and let me tell you, he knows how eat pussy too. Anyway, I had to act quick so I had on those beige bib shorts you like and before he knew it, I unhooked the left shoulder strap, spun around and gave him a good view of my thong. My butt was still covered a bit so he asked me to lower it to see more of my ass. As I did, he dropped to his knees behind me. Once he touched my legs, I knew we were going to fuck."

Aunt Leah replied, "What happened next? Don’t leave me hanging here. Go on!"

"Well he has the softest touch for man who works with his hands. I could feel his hot breath on my butt as he touched me. He caressed my legs and ass, top to bottom, my crotch was soaking wet with excitement. He came up my thighs and slid his fingers under my thong and lightly flicked it across my clit. God Leah, I damn near came right then." Mom excitedly replied.

My fingers were now inside my panties, caressing my own clit as I began to picture Uncle Ron touching me. I imagined I was my mom and Uncle Ron was, yes, touching me. Suddenly it came to me, I wanted Uncle Ron to be my first, to take my virginity. Mom ‘s voice was all I could hear as she narrated her sexual encounter from earlier today, as I listened intently, touching myself to a high state of sexual arousal.

Mom continued, "He slowly slid my panties down, tracing kisses down my thighs. As my panties dropped to the floor, he turned me around, pulled my right leg over his shoulder and started sucking my pussy. Leah, he’s probably the best man ever to eat me. He brought me close to cumming, then he’d back off just a little and get me right to the edge again. My knees were so weak, I was all but sitting on his shoulder."

"I can’t believe it Dee, I’d never have the nerve to do it, but I may change my mind after hearing this." Giggled Aunt Leah.

"Finally I could take anymore, I grabbed his hair, pulled him up and told him I needed his cock inside me. I leaned over the tailgate of his truck and did my sexiest ass wiggle to let him know I wanted it from behind. I heard him gasp as he dropped his shorts, moved behind me. I felt his hands on my hips, his thick cock sliding between my pussy lips, deep until I felt his hot body touching my ass. My whole body was shivering with excitement." Said my mom with such excitement in her voice.

Aunt Leah asked, "Was he big? I gotta know what Diana gets to fuck!"

"Well, he’s about average in length, maybe 7 inches but his cock is thick Leah. And the head of his cock gets huge and purple. He’s got a sexy looking cock and he knows how to use it. Just imagine if it was 8 or 9 inches. Oh god, I’d have to steal him from Diana if that were the case. Just kidding." Mom laughed.

I was in a sexual trance, gently touching my sweet young pussy while listening to mom and Aunt Leah talk all hot and sexy. I still couldn’t believe the words coming out of their mouths. My body shivered with excitement as I pictured Uncle Ron doing those things to me. It’s one thing for him to make love to mom, a woman his age, but would he with his 16 year old niece?

"Go on Dee, tell me more." Said Aunt Leah eager to hear more.

"Where was I, oh yeah, he moved behind me and slowly pushed into me. He began a slow deep thrust each time he pushed in. God it was such a turn-on. I can’t help but touch myself now." Mom said as she reached under her panties, touching her hard wet clit while she spoke.

"Me too. I’m so fucking hot Dee. My pussy is soaked!" Exclaimed Aunt Leah.

Here we were, all three women, thinking of the same man, my Uncle Ron, all touching themselves in sexual excitement while mom continued to tell what happened. I lay on my bed, wedged the phone to my ear under my shoulder, my right hand rubbing my clit and my left hand now under my t-shirt caressing my rock hard nipples. Just hearing the excitement in Aunt Leah and mom’s voices as they talked was causing my body to shiver with lust. Mom went on.

"Leah, while he was slowly sliding in and out of me from behind, he reached around and started playing with my clit at the same time. I couldn’t believe it. I almost immediately shuddered with a very intense orgasm." Mom rubbed her clit harder. "I don’t think I ever came so hard and it lasted for what felt like over 2 minutes. He couldn’t hold back either, as he drove in deep and filled me with his hot cum. Oh man, I could get used to having this guy around. No wonder Diana’s always smiling." Mom chuckled as her frigging tempo increased.

Aunt Leah replied, "At least you got the chance Dee. Don’t know if I will but I noticed since I lost some weight, he’s been checking me out lately." As Aunt Leah’s fingers slipped in and out of her pussy.

"He’s commented about how good you’re looking, Leah. I’d go for it." Mom said.

"Oh god, I just got wetter hearing you say that. We’ll see. Go on. Tell me more. What happened next?" asked Aunt Leah who was now concentrating on her hard swollen clit.

"I just had to suck that gorgeous cock of his. So I sat him down and slid between his legs, to my knees. I watched his sexy blue-green eyes open wide as my lips neared his swollen shaft. He was still rock hard as my lips circled the sides of his shaft. I cupped his shaft in my mouth and ran up and down the sides. His cock head got larger and turned even more purple by the second. Man Leah, he was so fucking hot! I was determined to try to give him the best head he ever had." Mom said with an excited shaking voice as her clit, now hard was becoming more sensitive by the second.

"I sucked him in hard and deep for all my worth. I wanted to tease him like he did me, so I brought him close to cumming several times before I got him off. He started to rub my nipples thru my blouse to a point where I was losing my concentration so I decided it was time to send him over the edge."

I could hear mom’s voice starting to strain, her breathing becoming heavier, as she was feverish with lust while telling Aunt Leah what happened. Aunt Leah was panting too. This was just too much to hear my mom and my aunt talking like this and getting themselves off at the same time. If they only knew I was joining them in this erotic sexual phone conversation, even if only a silent party.

Mom’s voice quivered and shook with excitement as she went on, "His cock swelled in my mouth as I picked up the tempo, sliding it in and out, between my soft lips."

I heard Aunt Leah let out a muffled moan as she nearing orgasm.

"Seconds later, he tensed up and I felt his hot seed hit the back of my mouth. So hot, so fucking hot! Oh god, oh my god Leah, I’m cummmmmming!" Mom said as she brought herself off while telling her sexy story. Her body tensed, she squeezed her clit hard and shuddered while sitting on our living room recliner.

Aunt Leah and I heard her cum, heard her voice filled with sexual excitement beyond belief. Mom moaned softly as her whole body shuddered and shook in the throws of another orgasm thanks to Uncle Ron this day. I couldn’t believe what happened next.

"Oh god Dee, me tooooooooooo!" bellowed Aunt Leah as she too had an intense orgasm. Aunt Leah groaned louder and kind of hissed as she came.

This was just too much for me, hearing both my mom and my Aunt having orgasms together. Listening to them moan with lust and desire over my Uncle Ron. I was so near cumming myself that all I had to do was press hard on my clit and I too shook with a hard intense orgasm. We all came together and I had added excitement because nobody knew I was listening. As I panted hard, my heart pounding, I heard my mom’s out of breath voice speaking again.

"Leah, I gotta go. I’ll tell you more later. There’s a lot more that happened but right now I need a cold shower." Mom laughed.

Aunt Leah sighed, "Ok, I’ll hold you to that, you lucky bitch!"

They both laughed and hung up. I quickly hung up and tried to regain my composure. I pulled my fingers out of my soaking wet pussy. I couldn’t believe how hard I came while hearing two sexy women doing the same thing. I knew I’d be in that cold shower right after mom was done.

From that point on, all I could think about was how to seduce my sexy Uncle Ron. I decided to see if I could go spend a couple weeks with my Aunt Diana and Uncle Ron. Mom said ok and it was all set. This weekend I was to go and visit. My pussy was wet in anticipation of my visit……………………………..

 

I heard the screen door slide shut and I knew Uncle Ron was taking out the trash. It was near dark and he’d be walking around the back of the house, past my bedroom window. My heart trembled with excitement as my plan of seduction was about to start………..

 

 

Author’s note: Please read the next story "Niece’s Bedtime Show" in this saga of Leeza’s sexual awakening.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

to be conintued...

This story is done but a sequel is coming called

'Interrupted"

My wife was standing next to me at the helm looking over the bow.  Greg was standing behind her trying to hold on as we pitched up and down through each set of waves.  “It’s just like fucking”, Greg yelled as we rocked through wave after wave.  I looked over at Greg.  Greg was behind my wife with his hands on either side of her holding on to the transom.  As we pitched into the next wave I noticed Greg pitch forward, his crotch thrusting against my wife’s ass, and then on the up-swell I noticed my wife pushing her ass back against him.  Wave after wave, as we pitched down into the tough, he would thrust into her.  And wave after wave, as we road up the crest, she would push her ass back against him.  This carried on for quite awhile until we rounded the head and pulled up onto the beach in the protected cove we were going to camp at that night.

After pitching all the gear out of the boat and setting up camp, Mary and I sat in the rear of boat with a couple of drinks.  Mary had shed her cover-up and looked hot sitting there in her bikini.  We started making out and my hands roamed all over her body.  I told her I had seen her and Greg carrying on on the boat ride over.  She turned beat red and pulled back, and looked dumbfounded about what to say.  I told her not to worry, that I thought it was erotic and that seeing her getting so horny turned me on too.

I pulled down her bikini top, exposing her big tits and started sucking on her stiffening nipples as she proceeded to tell me how fantastic it made her feel.  She said at first she was put off when she noticed that Greg was pressing himself up against her, but how strangely it started to make her horny as she noticed his cock getting harder.  “Soon” she said “I could feel his hard dick pressed up against my ass, and with each wave it felt like has was bending be over and ramming it into me.”  She went on to say it made it even more erotic that I was standing right next to her as our good friend dry humped her.  “It made me so fucking wet”, she said.

Sitting down next to Mary I pulled her on top of me.  We were kissing madly as I felt her reach into my shorts and pull out my stiffening cock.  She bent down and started teasing my nipples with her tongue and biting them until they were as hard as my cock.  Still stroking me she looked up at me and asked if it had really turned me on.  I told her it was the sexiest thing I had seen.

“You know”, she said pausing “your little threesome fantasy; does it have to be with two women, or would it also turn you on if it was with another man and me?”  I couldn’t believe what she just said.  She always went along with the idea of my threesome fantasy of her and another woman pleasuring me at the same time as a way of getting me off, but I could always tell she was just humoring me.  But, here she was asking if I would consider having a threesome with her and another man.  As I was thinking about what she was saying, she slid down my body until she was kneeling on the deck.  She pulled down my shorts and engulfed my cock with her mouth.  It was then that I noticed that Greg was standing there watching us.  I don’t know how long he had been watching, but I did notice his cock was already stiff as he watched Mary bobbing up and down on my cock.

It was turning me on having my wife kneeling in front of me sucking my dick and licking my balls as one of my best friends watched.  So, I decided to play along. “So you liked feeling Greg’s cock pressed up against your ass huh?  Is his cock pretty big?”  She responded with a muffled “a, huh.”  I noticed she was right as Greg now had his cock out and was stoking it as he continued to watch us.  “You like the idea of having two cocks to play with at the same time? How would like to be sucking on a nice big dick will being fucked from behind?”, I asked.  Again, she responded with a muffled “a, huh.”  So, I motioned to Greg to join us.

Greg now had his shorts off, knelt down behind Mary and again pressed himself against her ass.  She looked up at me with my cock still in her mouth with a surprised, but resigned look on her face.

Greg pulled down her bikini bottoms and she rose up to allow him to pull them off her. She then spread her legs a little to give him better access to her engorged pussy.  I watched as Greag stuck first one, then another and then a third finger into her cunt.  Each time she gave a muffled cry.  And when she couldn’t stand it any more she broke her mouth away from my cock and turned her head back to look at Greg.  “Oh please.  Aw, come on Greg.  Fuck me.  Please, fuck me.” She begged.  And with that, Greg thrust his hard cock into my wife’s pussy from behind and Mary let out a cry of pleasure as, for the first time since we were married, she accepted another man’s cock into her pussy.

Greg grabbed her hips and forced himself deep into her cunt.  In and out he thrust as Mary bucked against him.  It was very erotic seeing his hard cock sliding in and out of my wife.  Every time he pulled out, his dick was gleaming with more and more of Mary’s juices and she would let out a sigh of pleasure.  Soon, she was screaming as her first orgasm rocked her body, wave after wave until it subsided.  But, this sent Greg over the top, and as I watched, he thrust deep into her and held there.  His throbbing cock was buried deep in her pussy as he filled my wife with his cum.  This in turn set Mary off again as another orgasm racked her body.

As Greg’s cock pulsed in her pussy she violently grabbed my cock in her hands and sucked on it hard.  “That’s it.  Suck my cock, bitch.  Suck my cock while Greg fucks you. You little slut.” I yelled out as my own orgasm came over me and I filled her mouth with cum all the while looking directly into her eyes.

As soon as my cock stopped pulsating Mary let it slip from her mouth and turned and embraced Greg, kissing him passionately and then she collapsed back into my lap.  The three of us just lay there in a heap of tangled bodies for a while until Greg got up “to fix some more drinks” he said. But it was more to leave Mary and I alone for awhile to discuss what had just happened.

Mary was still excited, but a little apprehensive. “So?  I know it wasn’t exactly what you’ve fantasized about.  But, how was your first threesome?” she asked.  “It was, different” I replied hesitantly.  “But, you looked so fucking sexy. How about you?  Did you enjoy your first threesome?”.  “Hell, yes.  And I’m still excited.” she replied as she grabbed my head and pulled it to her breast.

As I licked and sucked her nipples she proceeded to relate to me how it felt when, while giving me head, Greg had come up behind her and rubbed his cock along her ass and pussy.  “At first I was scared.” she said “until I looked up at you and you just smiled at me encouragingly.”  Mary’s hands were holding my head against her breast, and with this confession she pressured me to go lower.  “But you know,” she said, “I don’t think this was Greg’s first threesome.  After Greg and I came, I was focused on you.  I wanted to make you cum in my mouth so bad.  I tried to catch all your cum in my mouth.  But, I didn’t swallow.  And when I turned around and kissed Greg I shared your cum with him.  He didn’t even hesitate when tasting your cum on my lips.  He just kissed me back – hard.  I think he liked the taste of your cum.  So how about you, do you like the taste of Greg’s come?”

It was then that I realized that Mary had pushed my head down to lick her freshly fucked pussy and that I was licking her cunt filled with Greg’s cum.  “That’s right, Jack.” Mary said sarcastically as she sensed I was coming to this realization. Holding my head firmly between her legs, she directed me, “Lick Greg’s cum from my pussy.”

I continued licking her from her ass to her clit as Greg’s cum seeped from her cunt.  “I knew you would like this.” She said.  ‘You always fantasize about going down on me, and licking me to another orgasm after we’ve fucked.  But, I always suspected that what really turned you on was the thought of licking my pussy full of cum.  So how do you like it now?  How do like the taste of your wife’s pussy filled with another man’s cum?”

Mary pushed me onto my back and lowered her pussy to my mouth.  Facing towards my feet she gripped my cock and was stroking it up and down.  “Come on Jack, lick it good.  Fuck me with your tongue.” She repeated as she continued to stroke my cock.

When we had changed positions, I noticed that Greg was again watching us.  “I bet Greg loves the taste of cock as much as I do, don’t you Greg?” she asked, pointing my cock at him.  Offering it to him.  As Greg knelt down next to us Mary released my cock and Greg took my dick in his hands and started stroking it.  “Come on Greg, suck Jack’s cock for me.  I want to see you take him in your mouth.  I know you want it.” I heard her say.  “Go on.”  Then I felt a warm, moist mouth envelop my cock and I realized that Greg, my best friend, was giving me head as Mary continued to ride my face through yet another orgasm.

“You know Jack, you also always fantasize about me slipping a finger up your ass while I suck you off, don’t you?”  Greg took the cue and I felt him probing my ass with his finger as he continued to lick my cock up and down.  I felt him slide his finger into me as his mouth again enveloped my cock.  It felt great.  Here I was lying on my back with my wife sitting on my face feeding me her cum filled pussy, and my best friend was sucking me off while playing with my ass.

“Oh, yea.  That’s right Greg.  Suck Jack’s cock.  You know you like it.  Suck my husbands big fat dick.”  Mary said continuing to urge him on.  “Do, you like that Jack?  You like having a finger up your ass while Greg sucks your cock.  Maybe you’d like to have something bigger up your ass, wouldn’t you.” Mary said, more statement than question.

So far Mary had been right.  I had often fantasized about licking her cunt full of my cum, and I did like it when she slid her finger up my ass while giving me head.  But, this was more than I had signed on for.  I never even thought of some guy fucking me.  But, I also didn’t put up any resistance as I felt Greg lift my legs up over my head and his dick sliding up and down the crack of my ass.  Mary, who still had me pinned down with her legs on either side of my head, grabbed a bottle of baby oil we kept in the boat for sun tanning and poured it all over my ass and Greg’s cock.  She then grabbed his cock and guided it into me as Greg thrust forward.  “Oh yea baby. Shove your cock up his ass and fuck him.  Fuck my husband.” Mary ordered Greg.

Mary then bent over and took my cock into her mouth while Greg held my legs up and slid his dick in and out of my ass.  Pounding away I could feel his balls slapping against me.  The sensation was so intense.  I was near cumming and as I was about to explode Greg grabbed my cock and started jacking me off with Mary’s face inches away urging him on. “Come on.  Cum baby.” she urged as Greg jerked me off into her face while riding my ass.  I let go with the most intense orgasm I had ever felt.  I shot load after load all over Mary’s face as she tried to catch some of my cum in her mouth, just as I felt Greg cumming.  His cock pulsed in my ass as he filled me with his cum.

I never dreamed my first threesome was going to be with another guy and my wife.  I always envisioned me being pleasured by my wife and one of HER friends.  But I have to admit; it was a real turn on to be taken by my wife and one of MY friends.

 ben was sitting at the table with his pj's on.i think he has been enjoying the view of his mom too.I caught him eyeing his moms back side out of the corner of my eye a couple times.ben left the room and i told barb to come in and sit.She stared straight ahead.i told her after breakfast she was going shoping and not to come home till 2 in the afternoon.its ok to flirt with Ben hes a teenager with raging hormons and needs to learn more about women.Don't go all the way with him just flirt wigle your butt around him and what ever else you think of let him see you naked and make out like its no big deal. i won't notice your flirting so you don't have to worry about me finding out.Ok now 1 2 3 wake up.

 Why don't you take both boys with you shopping today Barb ben and Andy both need to get out more. ok is all she said. I needed to get all of them out of the house so i could be alone when her Mom came over.barb went to there room to tell them to get ready they were going with her.They were all in the living room when i walked in Barb was talking to Ben  sitting with him on the couch.she had her hand on his knee while she was telling him where they were going  shopping. ben got nervous when i walked in so i went upstaires and grabed my small hidden security camera off my pc turned it on and took it down staires and sat it on the end tale when i walked by. then i ran back upstaires and and sat down in front of the computer.No one had noticed me set the camera down Barb was still talking to ben and rubing his leg.My camera was great its wireless i can zoom in and out and pan the whole room.ben was more at ease with out me in the room Barb layed across his lap and asked him to rub her back.This was more flirting than i had planed on.Andy was watching tv not paying any attention to his mom or Ben.of course he is only 11 so he don't think nothing about his mom half naked around the house.Ben is rubing his moms back his eyes are glued to her butt.every time hes rubed a little higher her night gown rode up and he got a full view of her butt.I could tell he was having trouble trying to control his breathing . Barb was getting horney to i could see her hips moving and her breathing was heaver.i told her not to go all the way butt i wonder how far she would go.

  Ben reached down and started rubing her butt.barb let out a slight moan and arched her back.Ben was real brave since his encounter with his mom a couple days ago and he wasn't holding nothing back today he stuck his fingure betwwen her legs and started rubing her.Barb tried to get up at this but ben held her down you could see the lust in his eyes.barb is only 110 lbs so Ben out weighed her by 20 pounds or so and was stronger.

  He held her down on his lap with his left arm and pulled her panties off with his right.barb said no ben we got to get ready to go shoping and was trying to get up.we can't go all the way ben stop before your dad comes back down stairs. at that he stoped relizing in his lust he forgot i was home.He let his mom up and she went to the bathroom ben followed her and shut the door.the bathroom was right below are bed room and there was a vent in the floor i opened just a little and i could see down in the bathroom.ben was telling his mom to keep quite so dad don't hear them.barb was trying to puch him away but he was to strong for her.she kept telling him no but he held her against the wall and pulled her nighty off.barb was trying to be quite while trying to push him off she also didn't want me to catch them.Ben wraped his armes around his mom pinning her arms on her side and set her on the sink.He slide down his pj's and his little petter slide in. Barb was still horney and wet butt  all she knew was to try not to let him go all the way.Ben only lasted 10 or 15 secounds and he came in his mom.Barb got up and told ben he can't tell anyone and he can't do this again.ben said why not you did it to me last time smiled and smacked his mom on the butt and walked out of the bathroom.barb got dressed and came up to be to tell me they wer going shoping and would be home about 2 acting like nothing just happened.

ben forced himself on his mom the flirting with him back fired. barb didn't let him he just took it and she pretended like nothing happened.never thought ben would react like that and now he uses his mom for his little sex toy and Barb pretends like it did not happen afterwards.

 Mindy showed up at the door 5 min. after they left.She was crying.Mike i'm so sorry about last night please don't tell barb. Come In and Sit.She sares straight ahead.when ever i look into your eyes you will be filled with lust for me. you will feel guilty afterward every time but never tell anyone and always do what ever i tell you. 1 2 3 .wake up 

  She woke up and was still crying i look herin her eyes and and she says no i can't its wrong and we start kissing.we tear each other clothes off and i carry her to my bed room. Her body was as perfect as i remembered last night. small pointed tits not 3 or 4 inches round stuck out only a inch or so from her chest. firm round butt and not a mark on her body i lay her on the bed and start making love to her slow and easy after we both came she climbed on top and  and rode me hard for about an hour having several orgasims by the time she was done barb was going to be home any minuite so Mindy got dressed and left in a hurry.

   Part 5 will come soon if you like.

            One day, for some inexplicable reason, I was let out of work early. This rarely happens, since at my job there always seems to be something to do. However, this day was different, and I got home nearly three hours earlier than expected. Once home, I entered the house and went to my room. As I did so, I heard a slight commotion from the living room. I heard my mother’s voice, as well as a whispering one that was foreign to me, emanating from the front of the house.

            “Mom?” I called out as I walked towards the living room. I instantly thought something was up, and heard my mom begin to speak. I guessed, upon seeing the scenario, that my mom had probably wanted to tell me to hold on, but given the fact that she had been in the living room, that would have instantly caused suspicion. As I rounded the corner and entered the room, I saw my mother standing beside a man I had never seen. Both were fully clothed and nothing else seemed to be out of the ordinary, besides the fact that this man was unknown. After a few moments of awkward silence, my mother began to speak.

            “Hi, Damon. This is Mark.” Mark gave a shallow, semi-frightened wave as if he knew they had been caught. And indeed they had, though I wasn’t sure what of. “He’s an architect. We were discussing the plans for the house.” She didn’t sound convincing, and obviously this wouldn’t have been cause for worry or scrambling when I got home. Despite the severity of the situation (my mother, for some reason, being alone with another man in the living room of our house), I realized there really wasn’t much to be said.

            “Nice to meet you.” I turned and walked out of the house, hearing several seconds of silence behind me before they began to speak again, albeit quietly. I entered my room, not quite sure of what to make of the situation. It was awkward, obviously, and I was curious as to what I should do. I realized quickly that there really wasn’t much to do. What would I say? How would I bring it up? And, really, what business of it was mine? It wasn’t my own father she was (possibly) cheating on. So, I decided to not say anything about it unless my mother brought it up, which I knew would not happen. She had created an alibi and had no real reason to breach it.

            Or so I thought. After a while of being home, I decided to run out and get some errands done. The man had just left, and I told my mom that I was heading out. She looked apprehensive, as if something were on the tip of her tongue. However, she just said okay (after a moment) and I left. I returned several hours later, and my mom was on the couch, reading. I said hello to her, and she instantly closed her book and became attentive. She asked what I had done, and told her where I had gone.

            “Wasn’t much, really,” I said. “Just some errands.” I didn’t want to ask my usual “What have you been up to?” in light of the awkward events earlier in the day.

            “Can you sit down for a minute? I want to talk to you.” She said this calmly, but I knew that she was worried. For some reason, I was very calm. I guess it was because she was the guilty one, and I was the innocent. “I realize that you’re not dumb, and I know that earlier today was obviously not what I said it was.”

            I didn’t know how to go about having this conversation, and whether I should sound sympathetic or concerned, or just passive and understanding. “I kind of figured that it was something else, since I heard you guys scramble once I walked in.”

            She nodded. “Well, this is what happened. You know that your stepfather always works. I’m always alone, and rarely get any attention. This is fine; I know that we’re both busy. But it does get irritating sometimes. I never get any attention anymore. I know this is an awkward conversation to have with you, but you know the attention I’m talking about. We go to dinner and go out occasionally, but that’s it.”

It was at this point that I realized several things. First of all, she must have had sex with this man. She was seemingly coming clean about that, and was explaining herself. She was even talking about things we would never normally talk about. It also occurred to me that I was in a very powerful position. Knowing this, and having caught them together (although not in the act), this confession let me, if desired, demand something.

“I know that it’s wrong, Damon. I do. But I couldn’t help it.” She looked down.

“Where did you meet him?” I remained looking at her, despite the continued awkwardness of the situation.

“I met him at work. Well, he was a friend of someone who works with me. He came to visit, and he eventually asked me out. I was attracted to him, and… I don’t know…” She looked truly shamed. “I’m going to call it off, though. No more. I realize how stupid it was.” This shame only enhanced my thought processes, and my feeling of privy in the situation. “Are you… if your stepfather ever found out about this, it would be horrible. I’d have nothing. If he left me, which he would, then I would be left broke, and with nothing at all.” She almost seemed to be crying, but was only on the verge. She held herself together. “You’re not going to say anything?” She asked this in a pleading way, not really in a questioning one.

“Well, Mom, I mean… Normally I wouldn’t, of course. But this is sort of a big deal, you know?” She nodded as I spoke, more emphatically with each point I made. “You know I would always support you, and do. But cheating on someone really isn’t right.” I stopped, awaiting some sort of plea or response.

“What are you going to do? Or what should I do?” She looked up at me to say this, then back down.

I thought for a moment or, more accurately, paused, knowing already exactly what I’d say. “Well, I don’t think that some sort of punishment is really out of order. He does deserve to know, but I know how bad that could be for you. Or would be.” I paused again. “If I asked you for something, and in exchange agreed to never tell anybody about everything with you and Mark, would you agree to it?”

“It depends on what it is. I mean, I…” She trailed off as she saw the slightly unimpressed look I had, as if she really had no choice in the matter and I knew it. She stopped, rethought and asked, “What is it?”

“I want to have sex with you.” She looked truly shocked at the suggestion, looking up and directly at me, unflinching.

“What?” was all she could get out. Obviously, such a demand was insane, especially given the fact that I was her son. “You want to have sex with me? I’m your mother.” I instantly realized that I didn’t want to get into this conversation. I didn’t want to talk about the wrongness of it, or the awkwardness of it. I wasn’t in the mood to debate about it, either.

“I frankly don’t want to talk about it. Or have a discussion about it. I just want to have sex with you. Tomorrow.” She said nothing, completely unsure of what to say.

“No. Damon, no. We can’t have-“

“Well then I’m going to have to tell him.” I interrupted her, sounding somewhat annoyed. Again, I was not in the mood to discuss the wrong of it, and I also knew that I had to be steadfast and, in a sense, threatening. Not in a violent or malicious manner, but in a manner that explained simply that it was not much of an option for her. I got up after speaking and began to walk out of the room.

“Wait.” She looked at me, then away. I returned to the spot where I had sat but didn’t sit. “ You really want to have sex with me? Why?”

“I told you that I don’t want to have a discussion about it. Tomorrow night, or else I’m going to have to say something.”

“Isn’t there something else? Something I could buy you? Damon, I’m your mother.” She looked up at me as she said this.

“Do you agree or do you not?” I looked at her sternly. She looked down and nodded.

“Fine.” She continued to stare down. “What…what time do you get home? I don’t want… I don’t want your stepfather to come home and…” She trailed off, beginning to cry.

“I’ll be home from work at six. Be waiting for me in your bedroom.” She didn’t say anything else as I left the room. “I’m going out. I’ll see you tomorrow.” She didn’t respond to that, either.

Throughout the next day, it was hard to not think about it. It was also hard to not get excited. But neither were a real possibility. I was so excited to get out of there that the day seemed to drag on for ten hours. But, eventually, six o’clock came and I left work. The drive home was even more exciting, with the anticipation building.

I couldn’t believe it. When I entered my house, I would be minutes away from having sex with my own mother. I knew it was awkward, to be making love to my own mother. The woman who had given birth to me. But I wanted it, and through her own faults, found a way to get it.

I entered the house and walked into my room. I took off my work-shirt and took out my wallet and keys, the way I usually did. After a quick second to stop and breathe (the excitement had peaked), I began to walk down the hall towards my mother’s room. The door was open and the lights were on, as was the television. I walked in, and my mom was sitting on the bed, watching t.v. She was fully clothed, remote in hand, flipping through the channels. She instantly looked up when I entered the room.

            “Hi,” she said.

            “Hey.” I looked at her and then the television. “What are you watching?”

            “Just some drama on T.N.T.” She paused. “Damon, please… is there anything else I can get you? Or do for you? Anything you want? I will do my best to get you whatever you want, but please, Damon-“

            “This is what I want.” I said this sternly.

            “But you’re my son, Damon. I’m your mother! This isn’t natural, nor is it right. It’s disgusting. We’re-“ I again cut her off.

            “Mom, this is what I want. It’s either this or me telling my stepfather. Which is it? I’ll call him right now, if you want.” She looked at me once more, then looked away. I continued to look at her, and began to walk towards her. I turned off the television as I walked, then remembered the door. I walked over to it and began to close it, when my mother spoke once again.

            “Could you not close the door? I just want to be able to hear if… if your stepfather comes home.” I didn’t close the door, and nodded. She sounded, finally, as if she had conceded. I slowly walked over to her until I was directly next to the right side of the bed, where she was sitting Indian style. Both of the lamps were on on either side of the bed, and the room was well lit. She stared down at the floor.

            I looked at her, almost surveying here. She was wearing a green T-shirt and gray sweatpants. Her hair had been brushed earlier in the day, most of it still in order. She didn’t move. Her staring remained resilient. I leaned forward slowly, around her staring face (which was directed towards the floor, her head bowed down a bit) and moved my face towards her neck. I then felt my lips connect with her neck, and I kissed it. Once. I then kissed it again, and after a second used my tongue. I sucked on her neck a bit and heard her sniffle, as if she were crying lightly. I sucked on her neck even harder and then stopped, and moved back to a standing position. I looked at her, and she had still not moved. I raised my left hand to her chest, and placed it on her left breast. I groped it and squeezed it. I massaged it a bit and moved my thumb in an effort to find her nipple, which was not hard and therefore difficult to locate. I moved my hand away again and just stood.

            After a moment I left the room. She looked up for the first time as I did, but I heard her remain on the bed. As I left, I stopped, turned and looked at her. “I’ll be back in one second.” I continued on to my room, and got the camera I had readied the night before and brought it into my mother’s room. I heard her say, “No…” to herself as I set it up. The tape had been rewound, and the camera had been charged. To be safe, though, I plugged it into an outlet. I wanted to film the event. That, I realized, would get me off even more. Having a tape of me having sex with my own mother! A fantasy that had always been just that. Until today. There was also another motive behind it which we’ll come to later. I hit the record button and began again to move towards the bed.

            She looked away again as I got to the bedside. I lifted her chin and looked in her eyes, which were wet with tears. I then, for the first time in my life, moved in and kissed my mother on her lips. I kissed several times, then sucked a bit on her lower lip. I was, in fact, making out with my own mother. I stuck my tongue out, but it hit only her closed lips. I put more pressure on her lips until she reluctantly opened her mouth to house my tongue. I moved my tongue around in her mouth, trying to find hers. I finally did, and licked it. I moved even further into her mouth and began to suck on her tongue. As I did this, I moved my hands to her stomach and slid them up until one hand each was on each breast. I fondled her breasts through her shirt, squeezing them and feeling them up. Our kiss became more passionate, but only at my physical request. I then removed my hands and put one hand behind her head, at the nape of her neck. As the kissing got heavy, I removed my mouth and said, “Undo my belt and pants.”

            I then pressed my mouth against hers and continued to make out with her. After a few seconds, I felt her hands on my belt. She undid the belt, then the button on my jeans. I continued kissing her as she stopped, and I felt her hands disappear. I stopped kissing her. “Undo my zipper and lower my jeans.” I then began kissing the side of her face, lowered myself, and began to again suck on her neck. She did as I asked, but never any more. I continued kissing her neck and lowered my underwear for her. I heard her whimper a bit as I exposed my penis. I searched around for with my hand for hers, and finally found it. I moved it to my extremely erect penis, and put her hand on it. I helped her stroke it for a moment and then removed my hand. She stroked it on her own as I sucked on her neck. After maybe half a minute of this, I realized that the enormity of the situation was going to make me come almost instantly. I removed her hand from my cock and put it back at her side.

            I got off the bed and took off my jeans, then my underwear. I took my shirt off as well, then piled them on the floor next to the bed. “Lay down, Mom.” I looked at her as she lay the length of the bed. Naturally, there was a pause as a precursor. I watched until she had settled, then climbed back on the bed. My penis scraped along her thigh and then on her stomach as I put one leg on each side of her, sitting directly on top of her. “Take off your shirt.” She conceded, however slowly, and did so. She dropped the shirt to the side of the bed. I looked at her chest, her well-sized breasts held by a simple white Hanes bra. Her hands were still at her sides, and I could tell she was horribly nervous. I lowered my face to hers, and again forced my tongue inside her mouth. I kissed her for several moments, licking the inside of her mouth and holding her face as I did so. Then, I lowered myself so that I kissed her neck, sucking on it and massaging it with my lips. I continued down, until my mouth was actually on the top of the left breast of my own mother. I sucked on it, my lips moving over the silkiness, the softness. I stuck out my tongue and used that as a bridge across her chest to her other breast, which I repeated my actions on. After a moment of doing this, I began to fondle her breasts with my hands.

            “Take off your bra.” She sat up a bit, moved her hands behind her back, and unsnapped it. She then took it completely off and dropped it atop her shirt. And there they were. Both of her breasts, completely exposed. Her nipples were hard, the tips thick and meaty. Her breasts didn’t sag as much as I thought they would, holding fast atop her chest. I lowered my mouth and began to suck on her left nipple, tonguing the meaty part and nibbling on it with my teeth. I rubbed her right breast with my right hand, rubbing the nipple with my thumb. I did this for a while, sucking on her nipples and engulfing as much of her tit that I could with my mouth. I spat on her nipples, making them harder, drooling saliva on them and rubbing them together. I licked the nipples once more, then moved my face downwards to the top of her sweatpants. I bit the waist of the sweatpants and lifted them up with my mouth, then let them softly snap back against her waist.

            “Take off your sweatpants.” She closed her eyes, as if wishing that none of this were happening. She glanced over at the camera and leaned up to oblige, but not before asking,

            “Do you have to record it?” She made eye contact with me for the first time, and I sternly said, “Yes. I want to.” She began to cry again as she took her pants off and draped them on the floor. She lay flat, but I put my hands on her ankles and moved them so that her knees were bent and up in the air. I then put my hands on the inside of her thighs and spread her legs. Her panties were a dark blue, the only thing that my mother had on left. Her legs had been shaven either this morning or the day before, but they were still smooth. I took a moment at this juncture to observe what was going on, and to really take it all in.

            I was sitting at the end of a bed, my mother’s bed, completely naked. My penis was as hard as it had ever been. My mother, my own mother, was lying in front of me, the only piece of clothing on her being a blue pair of panties, a pair of panties that I had many times before borrowed from the pantry and smelled, burying my nostrils in the base of them. Smelling my mother’s vaginal scent, licking any dried juices that were on them. My mother’s breasts were out, her nipples hard and wet from my very own licking. Her neck was a bit red from my sucking. But now, at this point, was when the true ecstasy would begin. My penis was already slick with precum from the proceedings, but got even more moist as I realized what the next step would be. I lowered my face towards her panties, and her hands instantly moved over them. She covered her vagina with both of her hands, looking up and making eye contact with me again. She whimpered, still crying a bit, and whispered, “Please. Damon, please…”

            I lowered my face even closer, removed her hands, and looked at her dark blue panties. I couldn’t believe it. I lowered my face even more until my lips rested on her panties, and released my tongue. I moved my tongue down to where her lips were, and licked. I then lowered my face a bit more and inhaled deeply, taking in the natural, in-person scent of my mother’s vagina. It was a bit wet, I could tell, but only because of the physical contact. I assumed both her nervousness and her uncomfortable feelings made her rather not aroused. After a surprisingly short time of this, I decided that I wanted it. I wanted all of her clothes off. “Take off your panties.” She was crying now, but leaned down to oblige. She did this quick, almost in anger, and threw them against the wall. She lay back down. She was conceding, but was upset about it and couldn’t believe the situation, either. And I could understand why. She was completely naked in front of her own son, whose penis was hard and wet, her own breasts exposed, her vagina unclothed. She was spread eagle in front of her own son, her legs slightly raised with her knees bent in the air.

            I looked at her vagina before making a single move. I wanted to let it all sink in. I wanted, most of all (apart from appreciating the situation alone) to look at a beautiful portrait that I had only dreamt of seeing for years. A view that I never thought I would be able to see. My mother, completely naked in front of me. Her vagina, covered in dark pubic hair, staring at me, her legs pulled apart to accentuate the view. Her breasts revealed, her nipples pointing to the ceiling. Her naked body. And, even better than the view, was that in this particular scenario, unlike anything I could ever have imagined happening, she was mine for the taking. My own mother, mine to have sex with, any way I pleased.

            I lowered my face slowly towards her vagina. I passed her knees, and continued going until my face was an inch or so above her lips. I then pressed down and buried my face in it. My nose touched the top of her clit, and I repositioned so that my mouth was in the same position. I let her clit fall into my mouth, and I closed my lips and began to suck. Several of her dark pubes also fell into my mouth, and I sucked even harder. I could hear my mom crying now as I nibbled on her clitoris, the meat swelling in my mouth as I licked. The scent was a strong as ever, the same scent that I had only sniffed on her underwear. My entire face was covered with her vagina, her pubes covering my nose, eyes and some of my forehead. I continued to suck on her clit, then let it loose and began to lick it. I lowered my face even more so that I was licking the entry, as well as her lips and her clit, up until the top of her slit. I did this several times in a very slow motion, starting at the hole and moving upwards to the top. Then, I began to do it faster, almost wildly, as I licked all of it, taking it in. I went even lower, and as I did so used both of my hands to spread her asscheeks a bit, and then began at her asshole and went all the way up. She flinched at this, as if this had never been done before. I lapped at her anus and cunt, drooling on it as I went. I paused from the licking as I shoved my tongue into her vagina, a few centimeters at first, then the whole thing. I licked up once my tongue was inside her, keeping it in and licking the walls of her vagina. I pulled out a little bit and spat on her vagina, then continued licking it. I was worried, albeit momentarily, that I would come in several seconds. I took a moment to gather myself, and to distract myself, so that this would not be a problem. But it was all nearly too much: licking my mothers vagina and asshole, slobbering onto all of it as I pleased, doing anything I wanted.

            After several moments of this I stopped, and raised my head. My cock, although covered nearly completely in precum, was still rock solid. I raised my body so it was more parallel with hers, and placed my mouth again over her nipple. I sucked on it as I lowered my left hand (my mouth on her right nipple) and fingered her. She was wet, if only from the natural lubrication and my mouth (it was hard to believe she was turned on; I was her own son and she was still crying a bit.) I used one finger, spreading her lips and penetrating as deeply as I could. Then, I inserted a second finger. I did this for several moments, removed my fingers and my mouth, and positioned my penis above her cunt. I looked in her eyes, and she looked directly into mine. Before anything else happened, she spoke.

            “Please, Damon, please put on a condom if you’re going to…” She trailed off, crying. “If you’re going to put it in me, please put on a condom. I-“

            “That’s not my problem,” I said, still looking directly at her.

            “But I could get pregnant. I don’t want to get pregnant with the child of my own son…” I shook my head.

            “I’m sorry, but that’s not my problem to deal with.” Her eyes welled up again as I lowered myself even further. Finally, the tip of my penis was directly on the outside of her vagina.

            “Please, Damon, I don’t want to get pregnant… I can’t…” I ignored her, and lowered myself into her. I went slow, then continued in until my entire penis was inside of her. Between my spit, her natural lubrication and the precum on my dick, it slid in relatively easily. She wept now, as I slid out of her a bit, then back in. I did this slowly at first, then got a good pace going. I couldn’t believe it, but I was fucking my own mother. I was fucking her raw, my penis sliding in and out of her, her lips rubbing against my dick. I pumped, harder and faster, feeling the friction of her vagina against me, her body pulsating a bit as I nailed her. Every so often I would slow down and shove myself completely in her and stay there, feeling my penis almost vibrating with the threat of ejaculating. I slowed, then continued to slide in and out. I was holding myself up with both arms as I fucked her, then decided to rest on her and use my hands to grope her breasts. I did so, kissing her on the lips as I flicked her nipples. I continued pumping, in and out, going hard and fast. “Please don’t come inside me.” I ignored her, continuing to grope her breasts and fuck her. I sucked on her neck, hard, knowing that I was running the risk of leaving a mark. This would be bad, because it would nullify my future plans that the video had in play. So I decided to stop sucking her neck and continue kissing her mouth.

            Finally, I felt that I could no longer hold it. I kept pumping until eventually I came, moaning and pumping hard into her. I could hear her whisper “no,” as if she knew I was ejaculating. I filled her walls with my semen, pumping harder and harder into her, giving her every last drop of semen I had in me. As I nearly finished, I pulled out and came a bit on her pubes, just so I could see some of my seed draped over her dark hair surrounding her vagina. I jacked myself off to completion, until no more came out of me. I remained hunched over, my hand grasped around my cock, staring at the semen all over her vagina. She was crying fully now, putting her hands over her face and weeping incessantly. “Are you happy now? Are we done? Can we stop?” she asked through her fingers.

            I looked up at her. “Turn over on your stomach.” She, still crying, shook her head. I repeated myself. “Turn over on your stomach.” She did so, still covering her face. I bent down a bit and spread her asscheeks. I glanced at her anus, which was surrounded by hair. I licked it, sucking a bit on her asshole hairs and then tonguing her asshole. I spat on it, then licked it some more. Her crying, however, became near-howling. I decided to stop.

            “Alright, we’re done.” I got up and walked over to the camera and turned it off. “Clean yourself up and clean off the bed. I’m going to go shower.” I picked up the camera and the tripod and left the room, retreating back to my own. I closed the door, took the tape out and put in safely in a drawer. What my mother didn’t know was that this tape was my key to any exploitation I desired. No matter what happened, I could threaten to have this tape shown anywhere I pleased. Therefore, anything I wanted was mine. But I wouldn’t ask for money. Nor would I ask for things. I would ask for sex. Any kind of sex I wanted. Anywhere, anytime. And what would be more damaging to her than her husband finding out that she had cheated on him? Anybody finding out that she had sex with her own son.

As I sat there getting drunk I was approached by an older couple who I started chatting to me. They bought some drinks and we started to get along real well. They told me that they had retired early after making a good living in France.

It was pretty clear that the lady whose name was sandrean was pretty keen on me and this made me nervous as her husband was right there with us.

She must have picked up on this as she leaned closer and told me that it was ok that it turned him on and that she would love to take me back to there villa and fuck me.

Her husband jean herd all this and in a thick French accent told me that it turned him on to watch his wife get fucked by young guys.

I was a bit weary at first but soon warmed to the idea after a few drinks. Not to much later we where pulling up to the gates of a nice villa with a beautiful pool out side.

As the gates opened and we went through the gate a large Pyrenees mountain dog appeared and ran over to great them lovingly. I thought no more of this and went in side.

No sooner was I in the door and sandrean was kissing me wildly and opening my trousers to free my cock. Now I had only had full sex once before and fumbled around in the dark with a few girls. So to see this beautiful sexy older French woman dropping to her knees and start to take my cock in her mouth was something I will never forget. (Or what followed)

Jean appeared naked witch kind of through me at first but I soon got used to it as he sat on the couch and started to play with him self.

Sandream then pulled me to the floor and squatted over my face putting her shaved pussy in my face. I remember how nice it tasted but couldn’t really see much else.

I herd them talk in French whilst this was going on and then herd the dogs feet come in to the room on the tiled floor. It was then that she asked me if I wanted to see something really kinky, to witch I said of course. She called the dog over and reached under him and grabbed his cock witch was sort of just poking out from its sheath.

As soon as she touched and pulled it a large cock appeared from the dog. I could not believe what I was seeing and was in total shock, though turned on at the same time.

She began to masturbate the dog while sitting on my chest.

This was making me really horny and she new it. So she pulled the dog closer and slid down my body and pushed my cock in side her. I was ready to explode. But she stopped still and lowered her head near mine and pulled the big dog closer.

She then pulled its cock to her mouth and began sucking its cock. Rocking back and fourth on me very slowly. This was excellent and I could not believe how turned on I was getting. The now huge cock was inches from my face being sucked by a very sexy lady.

What happened next took me by complete surprise as she took the cock out her mouth and pushed it towards me. I could not help myself and took it in my mouth and began to suck on it, to my surprise it felt and tasted lovely. Sandrean began to let out moans of pleasure grinding her self down on me harder. This must have been some sign for jean as I felt him kneel between my legs and start to play with her pussy as my cock was going in and out of her. She then asked me which still makes me laugh to this day if I minded if jean joined in. I had a large dogs cock in my mouth and the mans wife on my cock.

So I mumbled no problem. The dogs cock was beginning to swell at one end and I had no idea what it was. The dog was panting heavily and my mouth was filling up with it’s cum. I was about to come and sandrean new it she quickly moved of my cock which jean grab and put in his mouth and sucked down my come. In the space of short time I had forfilled a fantasy of having a beautiful older woman and two which would have never crossed my mind. Sucking a dog off and having a man suck my cock.

When I lay there and they moved away I noticed they had a few cameras set up I hadn’t noticed before. And jean had my passport which he said I could have back when the where finished with me. They had my address at home and said if I did not do what I wanted over the next few days they would send it.

I was in one part shocked and afraid by this and one part turned on.

I had really enjoyed what had just happened and was up for more experiences.

So I had much more to do.

I hope you enjoyed the first part of my story there is so much more to tell.

Let me know if you like and I might tell you more. I have never told anybody about what happened.

Calum

 

 

 

 

 

 

As we walked back to the cabin, I found out that her name was Katie; she was 28 and the granddaughter of the people I rented my cabin. She told me that every other summer she would come spend 2 weeks at her grandparent’s property, staying in one of their half dozen cabins. She told me she loved coming out here because it was so peaceful and a great stress reliever. Katie was not drop-dead gorgeous but very easy on the eyes...plain but attractive with beautiful eyes and smile. She was about 5' 4", short, cropped blonde hair, with an average body...small breasts and butt.

I also found out that, my stray lover, her dog, was named 'Spirit' and he had been given to her as a gift about 2 years before. This was the first time she had brought Spirit with her to the mountains. She told me that 2 days before he had wandered off and did not come back and she had been looking for him ever since. I told her that 2 days before, Spirit, had wandered up to my cabin and spent the day but that night he left. She gave me a wicked smile and said, "Well, I am glad it was you since he seems to like you". I only smiled back with my own wicked smile thinking if she only knew...

When we got back to the cabin, we sat everything down on the kitchen table and I went to the bathroom to get some cotton balls, a warm washcloth, water, and hydrogen peroxide.  Upon returning to the kitchen, I found Katie putting everything up. I told her all that could wait for right now.  I started cleaning the areas where Spirit had dug into me but before I could go any further, Katie grabbed the warm washcloth from my hand and started cleaning the sores.  I felt a little uncomfortable with that but I knew I could not clean the wounds myself.  After a few minutes of cleaning the sores, Katie told me to stand up so she could get to them better.

When I stood up, Katie told me to put my arms above my head so she could get up a better view of the sores.  It hurt to stretch but it also felt good to have Katie hands touching me.  As she got closer to look at the sores, I could feel her breath on my stomach and I started to get aroused.  The more her hands touched me and her breath caressed my stomach, the wetter I was becoming between my legs.  I knew I had to get her to stop soon before she found out how horny I was getting.

Finally, she stopped and I sat down before I collapsed.  By that time, I was starting to get very hungry and ask Katie if she liked to stay for dinner.  She eagerly said yes and started setting the table.  Since I had not eaten the picnic basket food, I asked her if that was OK if we ate that.  Again, she said that was OK.  While she was setting the table and getting the food out, I went and got us some wine.  We both ate and drank, as we had not eaten in days.  We had already finished one bottle of wine before we were done eating so we were both starting to relax around each other.

When we were done eating, I grabbed another bottle of wine and we both went into the living room and sat on the couch.  By the time we finished the second bottle of wine, we felt like we have known each other all our lives.  I still had my bikini on and I needed to go to the bathroom so I excuse myself to go change and to relieve myself.  When I got into the bathroom, I stripped my bikini off and sat on the toilet to take a pee.  After relieving myself, I took a piece of toilet paper to wipe myself and when I did, my fingers accidentally rubbed against my clit, which I found very sensitive. 

After drinking so much wine, I was starting to get very horny so I decided to give myself a quick finger fuck.  Within just a couple minutes, I had an orgasm.  I knew I should not have started because I wanted more but I knew I could not do anything right then because Katie was outside.  I decided to put on a pair of shorts and a tight top without any panties or bra.  When I looked in the mirror, my nipples were hard as a rock and you could see them through my tight top.

When I got back to the living room, Katie excused herself to go relieve herself.  She must have smelt me from the bathroom because when she got back, she sat right down next to me and started rubbing my leg.  She told me that she had something to tell me, but she was afraid to tell me and also that she was embarrassed to tell me.

I told her she could tell me anything but she did not know where to begin.  I told her to think about it for a minute while I got another bottle of wine.  After pouring her another glass of wine, she said she was ready to tell me but she hoped I would not get mad.  By this time, I was too tipsy to get mad at anything and told her to tell me what was on her mind.

She began by saying that she had lied to me.  She said that two nights ago when I let Spirit go home, he did go home and when he got there he was really frisky with her and she did not know why.  She said for the rest of that night and the next day, Spirit kept wanting to stick his nose into her pussy and kept trying to mount her.

I just sat there not knowing what to say and hoping she would not guess what had happened between him and me.  She went on to say that, she knew something had happened to him two days ago but she didn't know what, but she was determined to find out.  So, this morning she decided to let Spirit run freely and she would follow, keeping him close, hoping to find what had piqued his interest.

She continued by saying that Spirit must had sensed where I was because after being out not less than an hour, he had found me on the beach giving my dogs blow jobs.  When she said that, my face must have turned a hundred shades of red and I was starting to stutter my words, searching for a response, but before I could, she continued telling her story.  She said that before Spirit had a chance to run to me, she grabbed him by the collar and she hid behind a bush to watch.  She said at first she was disgusted at seeing me give my dogs blowjobs.  She said she had heard before about women and dogs but thought they were only stories.

She said her first instinct was to walk away but something inside her wanted to keep watching and see what happened.  It was as if she was mesmerized and she actually felt herself being a little turned on by it.  She said Spirit kept trying to break from her but she kept a tight grip on him.  The more she watched me suck and lick my dogs the more she could not take her eyes off me and the more she felt herself becoming aroused.  After watching me for a little bit, while still holding Spirit, she used her other hand to start rubbing her pussy.  The more she watched me, the harder she went at her pussy.  Finally, she knew Spirit would break from her so she let him go so she could use both hands on herself and also see what would transpire once Spirit got to me.

She said as much as she was shocked by what she was seeing and feeling, she was totally blown away by what happened next.  When she saw Spirit start licking my pussy and ass she could not believe it and then when he jumped on my back and I let him start fucking me while I continue to suck my dogs, she knew right then where Spirit had been two days before and why he was so frisky with her. She did not know what to think or do. She wanted to walk away but her body would not move. Her mind kept telling her that what we (I) was doing was not natural or right but she could not help but feel turn-on by it and was actually enjoying watching it. The more she watched, her natural instincts took over and she began to finger fuck herself as she watched.

She said her shorts and panties were getting in the way so she pulled them down to her ankles so she could sit with her legs spread and have better access to her pussy.  She could not believe I could continue to suck my dogs while Spirit was fucking me so intensely.  She thought for a few minutes that Spirit was going to shove his cock through my pussy out to the other side.  While she was playing with her pussy, she started thinking about what it would be like to have a dog fuck her.  She then stated that she had never been with anyone or any thing besides a man and she could not imagine what it would be like to be with another woman and especially with an animal.

She then said that while I was having dog cum sprayed all over me, she had the biggest orgasm of her life.  She could not believe that she just watched in awe a woman suck two dogs while being fuck by her own dog!  What was even more amazing is that she enjoyed watching and she enjoyed the feelings she was having and that she could not believe she masturbated to all of it.  She said when I was done and was cleaning up the cum, she put her panties and shorts back on and ran down the beach so I would not know that she was watching me.

I was so embarrassed; I did not know what to say to her so I just sat there in silence.  Finally, after downing a whole glass of wine if one gulp, I told her that I was sorry and I hope she wouldn't tell anyone what I did and I didn't blame her if she hated me for what I did with her dog.  She didn't say anything for a few minutes and then she looked me straight in the eyes and said, no, it's me who should apologize because I lied to you and also because what you do in private is your business but I made it public by watching and not leaving.  In addition, she wanted to apologize because she got off by watching me without me knowing and that was wrong of her.

In the back of my mind, I was thinking that I would better just leave things as they were but when she said that she got off by watching me, my body had second thoughts.  I told her she did not have to apologize to me but I did have some questions for her if she did not mind.  She said of course not.  So I asked her, did you really like what you saw?  She answered in a low voice, yes.  Did you like what you felt when you watched?  The answer again, yes.  Then, I didn't know whether it was the wine speaking, my curiosity, my horniness, or a combination of all but I asked her, would you like to try something new?  She slowly looked into my eyes and with a sheepish grin, said yes.

Without a second thought or giving her a chance to change her mind, I leaned over and gave her a gentle kiss.  At first, she did not respond and I was not sure if I made the right choice but I tried it again and the second kiss she responded back by kissing me back.  I then took her hand and led her into my bedroom where she allowed me to undress her while I remain clothed.  When I had her completely undressed, I stepped back to look at her. Her clothes had hid the shape of her body. Katie had very perky 33b tits with a neatly trim pussy and a tight, firm ass. As I admired her body, I slowly took my clothes off, allowing her to see another woman naked and up close.  I stepped back up to her, grabbed her hand, placed it on my face, and told her to do exactly as I do.

I then took my own hand and started caressing her face and neck while she mimicked me.  After caressing her face and neck, I slowly started caressing her breast with her following suit.  I gently caressed, rubbed, and kneaded her breasts, allowing her to do the same to me.  Then I reached down with my mouth and took her nipple into my mouth and slowly started kissing and licking her nipple. 

As I did, she let out a soft moan.  I took one nipple in my mouth than the other, making sure they were hard and erect when I was done.  When I was done, she leaned down to my breasts and did the same thing.  For her first time, she knew exactly what to do when she had my nipple in her mouth.  I also would have a soft moan.

When she finished, I continued my caressing and exploring by moving my hand over her stomach and down to her soft and wet pussy, taking my time to spread her lips and play with her clit before entering her with my finger.  I told her to do me while I was doing her.  Without hesitation, she started to explore my now very wet pussy.  We stood there for a good 10 minutes exploring each other’s pussy.  There was so much tension and exhilaration and newness, that we both orgasm at virtually the same time.  I then took her fingers into my mouth and slowly sucked and licked each of her fingers, which she reciprocated in-kind.

I then laid her on the bed and told her just to lay still and let me do the work and for her trust me completely.  I told her when I was done if she wanted to then she could do me but since this was her first time, I wanted to pleasure her so she would know what it was like to be with another woman.  So for the next two hours I pleasured her in every way I knew how, bringing her to multiple orgasms. When I finally felt I had given her my all and she was completely satisfied, we just laid there and held each other. 

After a few minutes, she started asking me some questions, which I knew we are going to come but I was not sure I was ready to answer. The first few were the easy ones...when was my first time with another woman? How many women had I been with? Was I a lesbian or bi? A few more questions about women but then the question I knew she was afraid to ask but most wanted to know.

When was my first time with a dog and what was it like? I told her I wasn't going to answer that just yet but if she really was still interested in knowing...I would not only answer them but I would show her. However, I told her that she needed to be certain she wanted to know because once she started down that road, there was no turning back.

She said okay, she was seriously think about it.  Then she asked if she could pleasure me like I did her.  That was the first offer all-night that I could not refuse.  I must have been a good teacher because before she was finished I lost count on the number of times I orgasm.

When we had finished exploring each other with our fingers and tongues, including me tongue fucking her ass, and bringing each other to multiple orgasms, I asked her if she was still interested in what it was like to be with a dog. I could tell she was nervous but she said yes. I reassured her that I would be with her and that I would make it special for her.

I told her to put a blanket on the floor and wait on the bed. I then brought my black lab, Max, into the room and had him lay on the blanket. I rolled him on his back, told her to lie on the other side of him and pet him, and watched me. As she petted him, I got Max’s 8” cock hard. Max’s cock is also about 3 inches thick and very hard. After getting Max hard, I started slowly licking his long shaft up and down, making sure to circle his head with my tongue. I then started sucking his massive cock, taking long, slow strokes. Max had been through this many times and knew not to struggle, in fact, Max loves to be sucked for long periods of time.

After sucking on him for about 15 minutes, I told Katie to get on her hands and knees and straddle Max. She was scared at first but did as I said. When she was in place, I told her to take over sucking Max for me. She was hesitant at first but finally leaned down and put her tongue on the end of his head, tasting him. After licking his cock a few times, she put his massive cock into her mouth and started sucking him. I told her to suck him slowly but intensely because he loves the tightness on his cock. As I watched her for a few minutes, I could tell they both were enjoying it very much.

After a few minutes, I went around to the back of Katie and spread her lips and ass. I then started tongue fucking her. The more I tongue fucked her, the harder she sucked Max. Katie was enjoying this but I had something else in mind for her. Katie did not even notice when I stopped tongue fucking her, went, and brought my other dog, Bear, into the room.

After putting booty socks on Bear, I let him lick Katie. His long tongue started probing her pussy and ass with long strokes, making Katie’s body shudder. She started to stop sucking Max but I told her to continued, which she did with more gusto. While Bear was probing Katie’s cunt, I got Bear nice and hard. Bear’s cock is about the same length as Max but only about half the thickness.

When I felt Katie was ready, I had Bear mount her as I guided his cock into his new bitch. Katie jumped when Bear entered her but she did not stop sucking Max but rather picked up the pace. I knew she would not last long the first time so I had Bear fuck her fast, hard and deep. The harder he fucked her, the faster she picked up the pace on Max. Max was the first one to explode…his hot cum shooting into Katie’s mouth. I watched as she tried to swallow as much as she could but there was too much. As she was still swallowing, Bear shot his hot load in her as she cried out in pleasure. Bear’s was still fucking her as I pulled him out and his cum ran out her pussy and down her legs.

As she laid there on her back, I smeared their remaining cum all over her tits, stomach and pussy and then let both of them licked her clean. She had two more orgasms just by them cleaning her. When they were done, I put them back out of the room and asked her if she enjoyed what just happened. She said that was truly awesome and she could not believe it would be that good. I asked her if she was ready for more. She did not understand me at first until I lead Spirit into the room. With that, she just smiled.

For the rest of that night we pleasured one another and we shared Spirit between us, letting him fuck us as we fucked one another. The next two days we spent at the cabin having a fuck feast with the three dogs and ourselves, only taking time to eat, shower together and take naps. When it was time to part, Katie asked me if I would come back next summer. I just gave her a wicked smile…

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We were to meet for dinner, I had 100 miles to drive, I ask her where we should meet since she knew the town.  Vanessa had to drive about 50 miles just to get into town.  We had a great dinner during which I ask Vanessa if she was sure she wanted to have a fling with me, she said that during dinner she had made up her mind to go throught with it.  We went to a local Hotel turned on a little soft music, Vanessa went into the bathroom to ready herself.

I failed to mention that she looked much better than her picture but, it was hard to tell how her body was because her clothes were not very flattering.  When she came out of the bathroom all doubts were dispelled, she looked beautiful, she was waring a dark sweater just long enough to extend down past her crotch.  Her breasts filled out the sweater very nicely, her legs looked great extending from below the sweater.  Damn she looked hot as hell!  I was partially undressed when she came out of the bathroom, as she took a sexy pose on the bed I dropped my shorts and climed up.  

Vanessa took to kissing like an old pro she began to breath heavier almost instantly, this was a good sign!  I ventured a hand under her sweater, as I began to caress her breasts she began to moan softly, Vanessa pressed her breasts to my hands moving in such a way as to make her mounds easy to play with.  She was breathing and moaning pretty regualrly by now indicating her arrousal level was on the increase.  Her breasts are 38 DD her nipples responded instantly as I took each one in my mouth, increasing in hardness and length.

Now it was time to explore her inner thighs and circle her pubic mound very slowly with my tongue.  I kissed and licked up one thigh until my tongue touched her pubic hair, she held her breath waiting to see what I did next.  I decided to proceed to the other thigh and repeat the action, again when I reach her pubic hair she held her breath waiting.  I slowly licked up the length of her pussy lips, this sent her into orbit, breathing at very fast pace, I thought she was going to hyperventalate.  Knowing she was more than ready I drove my tongue deep into her pussy, Vanessa began to buck against my tongue moaning and tossing and turning as she climaxed for the first time.

After she came Vnaessa got on her hands and knees and ask me to enter her from the back.  No foreplay being needed she was ready for penitration, I slid all the way into her vagina in one push.  She pushed back to me me stroke for stroke as we set up a nice rythem of fucking, Vanessa didn\'t take long to reach her second climax.  I rolled her to the bottom position and slipped my cock back into her hot wet pussy, she responded by raising her legs and wrapping them around my back to pull me deeper into her pussy.  Vanessa was breathing very heavy and moaning "Fuuuuuck meeeeee, fuuuuuuck meeeeee."  This was incredable, it was her venture outside her marriage, rather than being a little shy and or remorsefull about it she was so into getting fucked that you\'d think we had been longtime lovers.  

Vanessa just seemed to want to fuck and fuck, she never once ask for a timeout she just wanted more of my cock.  Vanessa told me she was about to cum again saying "Fuck me faster, ..........fuck me harder........"  I was nearing my own point of no return so I drove into her as she requested.  We both erupted in climax and collapased.

Before we fell asleep Vanessa told me he husband was a jerk, she had married her high school sweat heart upon graduation and a few yeras later found out her was not what she had expected.  He drank too much, couldn\'t hold a job, and treated her like an old hag.  She had decided she wanted to see what it was like to fuck another man, I was that man.  She wanted to see if she really was missing anything in the fucking department.

Vanessa told me the reason she ask me to fuck her doggy style was because in 19 years of marrage her husband had only fucked her missionary style and she wanted to know what it was like.  Her husband never lasted very long and she didn\'t always get one climax before he was done.  She also told me he had never gone down on her either.  Poor girl.

The next morning I woke her with my tongue in her pussy giving her the thrill she had not yet properly enjoyed.  Vanessa went wild, climax very quickly then ask me to fuck her doggy style again.  We showered and readied to part promising to get together again very soon.

Over the next few weeks we talked often, her old junker car bit the dust, she needed a new one, since I was experienced in the car business I told her I find her a great deal.

I will have to save the new car story for later. 

Know this, Vanessa was great, she said she had a wonderful time fucking me and thanked me for helping her venture out.  She also told me she had never cum more than once with her husband and that she had no idea each climax would be stronger she said that when the third hit she nearly passed out and had no idea it would be so strong and feel soooooo goooooood, Vanessa kissed me and we parted.

True story from EJ