As I stood their lost in my own thoughts the man of my idolization had noticed my stare and stood right next to me.

 

“You know it is not polite to stare.” He said to me.

 

“Ahhh! Oh my god!” I screamed bewildered that someone was next to me. I immediately flushed red when I realized it was the man I stalked.

 

“Lost in thought?” He mused. His words were like cherubs singing in the heavens to me. I stood mesmerized. He towered over me by a good 7 or 8 inches making it easy to avoid his gaze.  When I didn’t answer he said, “You know you come in here everyday, and I’ve been told by my co-workers they only see you when I’m working. I think I have a stalker or an admirer.” A smirk lit up on his face that made his eyes sparkle.

 

Damn. I’d been caught. I thought I had been so sneaky but he, and others apparently, had noticed my reoccurring presence. This was an unusual situation for me. So instead of facing him I turned away quickly and started to run. Although it seemed like a good plan, I wasn’t paying attention to where I was running to and the second I turned around I smack right into a display knocking it and myself over. I was in tears, partly because I was in pain, but mostly because I was embarrassed.

 

“Are you ok?” He said as I felt his strong hand touch my shoulders. An electric spark of sorts shot through my body at his touch.

 

“I’m fine.” I managed to stutter. It was like I was cursed or something. As he held out his hand to help me, I took it. He pulled me a little too hard however and I landed with a thud against his chest. He lifted my chin gently with his hands and wiped my tears away. I could feel his heart beating and hear his breath as the air went to his lungs.

We held each other’s gaze for several seconds before we realized we were still standing in a very intimate way. I pulled away first, this time paying attention to where I was going, and ran toward the nearest exit. My heart was beating a mile a minute. Though my brain wanted me to run away, my heart wanted me to run back to his arms. He had felt the sparks too, and this scared me.

 

As I made my way down the street toward my apartment I thought I heard him yelling for me to come back. I couldn’t face him. I was too embarrassed, so I ignored him. Turning into an alley and hiding behind a dumpster was my last tactic to be rid of him. I waited 15 minutes there just to be sure he wasn’t nearby. 5 minutes later I climbed the stairs to my apartment. As I reached to grab my keys I realized why he had been yelling for me to come, I had lost my purse in the tumble. I silently cursed my stupidity. I was about to knock on my neighbor, and best friends, door when I heard someone behind me. As I quickly turned around I gasped.

 

“Looking for this?” He had the most amused smile on his face as he stood there dangling my purse.

 

“Umm…Yes. Thank you. I didn’t realize I’d left it. Goodbye.” I snatched it from his hands and quickly unlocked my door.  Something, however, was blocking me from shutting it.

 

“Wait! Aren’t you going to invite me in? I mean you stalk me; I help you after you knock books over, and then I bring you your purse after you’ve run off on me. Don’t I at least get some coffee or something?” He was playing on my guilt. As stood there trying to think of an answer I finally noticed his name tag, Gabriel. I smiled to myself. It was fitting considering how I felt about him.

 

“No.” Was all I managed to say as I tried pushing the door shut again only to be met with an even greater force of it being pushed open again.

 

“You have to be the weirdest stalker ever.” Gabriel muttered.

 

“I’m not a stalker.” I cried in my own defense.

 

“Well what do you call it when you actually go out of your way to see someone everyday and you have no idea who they are?” I was speechless. “That’s right, you call them a stalker. Now can I come in and have a cup off coffee?”

 

“Fine but my place is…..well, it’s messy.” I said suddenly embarrassed again. I opened the door completely and let him in.

 

 “What are you talking about? This place isn’t messy. You must be a neat freak or something. This place makes mine look like a pig pen.” He said astonished at my definition of dirty.

 

“I like organization.” I said suddenly feeling the urge to defend myself.

 

“Hmmm...That’s cool. I’m more laid back. I like things clean but if something’s out of place I don’t panic about. So what’s your name anyway?” He said as he plopped down onto my fluffy grey sofa.

 

“My name…didn’t you look at my license to find this place?” I inquired.

 

“Yeah but I was just looking for the address not the name. Besides it’s the best conversation starter there is.” He smiled at me and asked, “So what’s your name?”

 

“It’s Amelia.” I muttered as I handed him a cup of coffee.

 

“Sounds very familiar but I’m sure I haven’t met you or anyone else with that name before.” He mused as he sipped the piping hot coffee. “So how’s life treating you?”

 

Before I could think about what I was saying I began blurting out my life story. I was in tears as I he held me close to his body and I told him of the great void in my life.

 

“Why did she give me up? Why wasn’t I adopted? Was I an ugly child?” I sobbed into his muscular shoulder. “Oh god! Now I’ve probably got you thinking I’m some sort of crazy woman. You should go.” I said as I pulled away from him. I was surprised to be pulled back down into his arms.

 

“No I don’t think you’re crazy. I can kind of relate. I was given up for adoption when I was a baby but my parents adopted me. I don’t feel bad that I was adopted but I hate that they won’t give me any details. It seems like their trying to hide something.” He said heartfully as he gave me a squeeze. “You know you’re really beautiful. Your strawberry blonde hair and porcelain skin highlight your blue eyes. And we both know how sexy your body is.”

 

I had to admit I did work out and my C breasts were something to be proud of.  “Thank you. You can go now if you want.”

 

I looked into those emerald eyes as he looked into mine. We both began to lean in and before we knew our lips melted into the most amazing kiss. His soft lips were caressing mine as his tongue darted in and out of my mouth massaging my tongue. Every nerve in my body was on fire. I felt the soft cotton of the shirt I was wearing rise up and slip over my head before being thrown to the floor. My delicate pink nipples stood on end under the arousing assault of his hands. I could feel the bulge in his pants and found myself grinding into it. As he pulled his shirt off my hands found the button to his jeans. My hand slid easily in as though it belonged there and found his throbbing member. I had never touched a penis before and found it to be veiny, soft, and hard all at once. As I stroked my hand up and down a groan escaped from his mouth.

 

“Lia squeeze it a little and go faster.” He said with his eyes closed.

 

This was meant to be. He knew the name only my friends called me and I’d never told him. It was time to give him what I’d been saving.

 

I slid to my knees and engulfed his large member in my mouth. The salty taste of precum hit my taste buds.

 

“Mmmm…Man cream.” I said before I slipped my mouth back over his member. My tongue quickly found his sensitive spot. My tongue quickly massaged it to the pleased moans of Gabriel. I stopped and slid him all the way into my mouth before quickly pulling back up and then returning him all the way in.

 

“God! Not many women can deep throat. I think I just feel in love with you.” He said as his hand found its way to the back of my head forcing me to go up and faster. I kept up my pace until I felt his hips thrusting. He was going to come if I didn’t stop and I didn’t want to waste it in my mouth.

 

“No. Come to bed with me.” I ordered as I stood and pulled him along with me. I shred the last of my clothing as laid on the bed and his fell to the floor just as quickly. He slowly climbed toward me and I soon felt the sensation of his member floating dangerously close to my opening.

 

“Wait. Are you sure you want to be doing this? I mean, don’t get me wrong or anything, I think you’re beautiful and as you can tell I want nothing more than to stick my friend here in you, but we barely know each other. I have a fiancée and I have no intention of leaving her. Are you ok with that?” He questioned.

 

I didn’t answer him. I looked in his eyes and guided him into me with no barrier to hinder our union. I saw the look of sheer happiness as he felt him self be surrounded in the warm wetness of my vagina.

 

“Oh man. You’re so tight like a virgin.” He pushed a little in and was surprised to find my hymen still intact. “You’re on the pill right? I don’t do condoms or pulling out.”

 

“I am.” I lied to him.

 

Maybe it was the wrong thing to do but I needed this more than anything. He was soul mate and my body finally felt whole again. He answered my lie by quickly breaking my hymen. I could feel the swollen mushroom spread my lips wide as he thrust in and out. His position was perfect. Each time he slid in he rubbed against my throbbing clit causing sensations of pure bliss to shudder through my body. I could hear the squishing sounds as my I lifted my legs to wrap around his back. I wanted him to go deeper into me.

“Faster! Oh I’m so close! Do it hard and fast!” I screamed at him.

 

His pace quickened and I felt him bottoming out. I could feel the dampness accumulating below as our passions heightened. His member seemed to swell inside me and I knew he was going to come soon.

 

“Last chance to back out Lia! I’m going to cumm…” He stated.

 

Before I could even answer him I felt him pull almost completely out before slamming in as hard as he could. My nails dug into his back as I pulled him in closer. I could feel his cock convulsing inside of me releasing his potent seed. His hips gave a few more small thrusts before he collapsed on top of me. He quickly rolled off of me and began putting his clothes on. I laid on the bed taking in the wonderful new experience I had just had. When I looked up he was already heading to the door.

 

“Wait! Where are you going?” I hollered at him as I jumped out of bed causing the cumm to leak from my vagina.

 

“Look, I shouldn’t have done this. I’m getting married in 2 days. I have a great life and the last thing I need is for it to get screwed up because I couldn’t think with my big head. I don’t know what came over me, but I can’t…I just can’t. I’m sorry.” He said as he reached for the door knob.

 

“You don’t have to leave her and she doesn’t have to know. I don’t know why but I need you.” I began crying and lowered my head. “I can’t go on alone. I’ll….I’ll be your mistress if you want. Just please come and see me again.” I threw my arms around him and captured him in a passionate kiss.

 

“Oh, Lia.”  He cradled me in his arms before pushing me away. “I’m sorry. I can’t do that to Jen.” He opened the door and walked out of my life.

 

2 months later…

I’d love to say that Gabriel came to his senses and returned to me, but he didn’t. I still go by the store occasionally and watch him from afar. My heart aches every time I see him and I usually leave in tears. I actually became so desperate to see him I drove past his house. I was hoping to see him miserable but he looked happy. I watched as they made love in their backyard under the stars. As I began sobbing I held my stomach. I had come hoping to tell him I had become pregnant from our tryst, but after I had witnessed the love making I had vomited and ran away in tears. The one slight bright light is that my birth mother finally authorized the release of most of my birth records. It turns out I had a twin. The agency is still working on tracking them down but hopefully I’ll be able to reunite with my only family soon.

 

5 months later…

I’m 7 months pregnant with twins now and Gabriel hasn’t returned to me and doesn’t know. I make a promise to them everyday to never separate them or abandon them. Today is the day I’ve been waiting for my whole life. I’m going to meet my twin!

 

As I sat waiting at the local Starbucks I couldn’t help but wonder if I was finally going to have a family. Before I had much time to think on it I saw the caseworker arrive with a tall man in tow. As she drew nearer the man began to look very familiar.

 

“Amelia I’d like to introduce you to your biological twin brother…” She pleasantly said.

 

“Gabriel...” I muttered interrupting her before she could finish.

 

“Lia?” He stared at me shocked and then looked at my bulging middle. “You’re pregnant!? It’s not…It’s not…you know.” He stammered embarrassed.

 

“Thanks for bringing him but we need some alone time.” I commanded as I shooed her off. We both sat at the table and I reached for his hand only to be rejected.

 

“This can’t be happening. Oh god! You told me you were on the pill! Please tell me it’s not mine!” He pleaded becoming more panicked as time passed.

 

“Do you want the truth?” I asked dismissively. He managed a slight nod. “Yes. THEY’RE yours.”

 

“They’re mine? You mean you’re pregnant with twins?” His hand reached out for my swollen belly. I slapped it away angrily.

 

“Don’t you dare!" You left me alone. I’ve been hurting all this time and I know you saw me. My god I was so desperate to see you I went by your house and had my heart broken worse when I saw you making love to your wife!” I angrily shouted in a hushed whisper.

 

“You think you’re the only one who’s been miserable? I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you! And now…we’re twins. I had sex and impregnated my own fucking sister!” He said as his fist slammed down onto the table. “Why did this happen? My wife can’t have kids and I thought it was me but I guess I proved that wrong. I just want to die!” He said as began to sob.

 

“This is meant to be. You’re supposed to be with me! We can have kids together! Be married. Nobody has to know we’re related.” I desperately begged him.

 

15 minutes later I had him on my bed again with his penis snugly stuffed up into vagina as I rode him hard.

 

“I can’t believe I’m doing this again.” Gabriel muttered in-between groans.

 

“Shhh! Your penis belongs in your sister’s vagina. Look at her belly it’s all swollen with your babies.” I gleefully said to him.

 

“Oh fuck me sister! Fuck me!” he groaned as he neared his climax.

 

“That’s right brother cumm for sister! Put your baby juice in me where it belongs!” I slid him all the way into me as I felt his hot semen burst into me for the first time in 7 months.

 

Everything’s great now. He divorced his wife and married me. We enjoy the added kink that being twins brings to our relationship. A few of our closet friends know that we are twins but they can see how happy we are together and couldn’t imagine us with other people. I gave birth to our twins shortly after we married. We had identical twin boys. They’re healthy as can be. We later gave them 4 sisters. 13 years after our last one was born we had a little too much to drink one night; we’re now pregnant with our second set of twins a boy and a girl. We raised our kids like any other and let them know, as soon as they were old enough to fully understand, that we are siblings. We never pressured them into acceptance. Just the other day Gabriel and our 19 year old daughter announced that they were going to have a baby. We have a sneaking suspicion our twins are more than just brothers and have made themselves a child to raise in 13 year old Nina, but we’re not pressing. All in all life turned out great.

 

Well this is my second attempt at a story. Any and all criticism is welcome. I feel I'm struggling with the whole sex description so defintely offer up any advice you have. As always, I do not condone unprotected sex or incest. This is a fantasy story and in no way represents reality.

 

 

I took all this in as she squeaked and dove for her robe while I fell back into the hallway, stood, and ran back to the living room. Marilyn and Angie were still watching the movie and had begun to caress each other yet again. I stormed into the room, I was seriously pissed and was going to have some answers.

"What the fuck is Anna doing here?" I screamed at them.

I crossed over until I stood in front of them with my fists balled up and ready to fight. I was covered in sweat and it began to run down my back and legs.

"We already answered that question about Donna," Angie said with a smirk.

"You filthy rotten bitch," I yelled and reaching over snatched her away from Marilyn by the hair. With my free hand I slapped her across the face. I pulled her back in for another backhand slap by her hair, and continued this using her hair like a yo-yo cord until I was too exhausted to move.

As I did this Marilyn stood and tried to drag her away from me. I countered that by throwing a roundhouse punch into her jaw. She dropped to the floor like she’d been shot. I finally let Angie slip to the floor as I stood there heaving and blowing trying to remember what my life had been like a few hours earlier.

I’d had a devoted and loving wife, and daughter. I’d been in a monogamous marriage with my wife of 22 years, who I’d do anything for. My life had made sense, it had fit into a normal model that I could accept and deal with. Even all of the events of the last three hours hadn’t been entirely awful, just weird. Now this.

"Dad?" I heard from behind me.

I turned and saw that Anna had left the bathroom dressed in one of the black robes I’d seen everyone else wear. She was standing there with two towels and a handful of wash-clothes in her hands. I could tell she’d seen at least part of my tirade with the two now semi-conscious women. I took a large towel from her and wrapped it sarong like around my waist, as she handed me first hot and then cold wash-clothes to clean up and calm down with.

"I asked you what you were doing here a few minutes ago," I said.

"I belong here dad," she answered. "I’ve been coming here for 2 years now, whenever I was in town."

I groaned out loud with fury and pain. My little baby was in this nest of creatures, and they’d done god knew what to her. What was worse was that she, like her whore of a mother seemed to love it.

"How did you get started with these people, Anna?" I asked.

"You and mom are partly to blame," she said defiantly. "You went on that trip of yours for your anniversary. Who did you leave me with? Do you remember?"

It took a moment before I could do so. Then it came crashing down on me. We’d left her here with Marilyn. It had been a few months after her divorce, and Donna had thought it would be good for both of them. We’d taken a 10-day cruise around the Caribbean as a second honeymoon to celebrate our 20 years together.

I swayed a bit on my feet and fell onto the couch. I looked about me and saw that Marilyn was helping Angie to her feet. Angie stood there with her bloodied face and scratched and battered lips, supported by Marilyn who was bleeding heavily from the nose.

"Wow lover," Angie said. "You’re just getting me warmed up, don’t take too long with her, I’ll need another good fuck soon."

Marilyn said nothing as she helped her down the hall towards the bathroom I’d just left.

"Lover huh? It seems that I’m not the only person here with a story to tell now am I?" Anna said quietly. "How have been spending your evening daddy?"

"Nevermind that for now," I countered. "How did you get started up with these people?"

"It started because I was bored," she said. "You guys just left me here with somebody I didn’t even really know that well. I was almost 18, and you left me with a baby-sitter. I deserved better than that. I was old enough to look after myself. After a couple of days I started looking around the house. I found her little gym downstairs and her cache of tapes. After I watched a few of them I got really hot, and when she got home I confronted her with what I’d found."

"Then what?" I asked weakly.

"I told Marilyn that unless she let me join them, I’d rat her out," she replied. "I can just imagine what you’d have done then. You’d have freaked just like what I saw, but even worse would be that she and her group would all go to prison. She really didn’t have any choice. So she called her group together and we had a party."

"Did she tape that one too?" I asked.

"Of course she did," she said matter of factly. "She tapes all the parties. I asked for a copy of it, I have it back at school and she kept the original. Would you like to see it? It’s really good, I took a turn at the altar, and got fucked and eaten by about 15 people. It was great."

At this point I have to admit that I couldn’t stand any more. All I wanted was for it all to end. I sat on the couch with my face buried in my hands and began to moan. Anna watching my reaction came over and sat beside me. She pulled my head down to her shoulder and breast and began to say soothing words and shush me like a child. I sat there wracked in guilt and pain, over what my little Anna had gone through.

After a while her soothing treatment got through my pain and grief and I began to say, "I’m sorry." I said it over and over again. It became my entire focus to try to let her know how terrible I felt about what had happened.

"Daddy, it’s fine," she said when she saw that I could listen. "I wanted to do it. I still want to do it, it’s fun and I really like it. They have never hurt me, and I’ve never done anything that I didn’t want to. They don’t force themselves on anyone, and they don’t make anyone stay if they don’t want to. It’s a type of freedom that I’d never known until then. Please don’t feel bad about this, it’s what I want."

"But now they have your mother too," I croaked.

"I know dad," Anna said. "I asked Marilyn to approach her and bring her in. I was going to have her bring you in soon too. I wanted to wait a while first, because I knew you’d be the hardest to convince."

"What?’ I asked feebly. "Why in god’s name would you do that?"

"Because I love you and momma so much," she replied. "I wanted you and her to feel the same love and acceptance that I do. I wanted the both of you to be as happy as I am. These are wonderful people and they love me, and I them. I wanted the other people in my life to be as happy as I am."

"Sam too?" I asked, referring to her older brother.

"Yeah," she said. "It was what I gave him for Christmas last year. I brought him to the New Year’s fling that Marilyn has every year."

I groaned again. It was getting worse. I felt myself alone and detached from reality. My mind spun again and I felt on the verge of passing out. Anna seeing this, got up and went to the bar. She returned with another large tumbler full of scotch. I again tried to down as much as I could in one drink. The burning feeling of the drink as it passed down my throat brought tears again to my eyes, and seemed to help snap me back a bit to the real world.

"Daddy?" she asked. "Are you going to be all right?"

"Honey I don’t know that I’ll ever be all right again," I said. "What are you doing here now, I thought you had finals this week?"

"I did, I’m finished though," she answered. "I have 10 days until the next semester starts and Marilyn called and asked if I could come home for a special party. She paid for the plane ticket and met me at the airport and everything. It’s going to be great. She has mom downstairs and I’m to be unveiled to her soon. Mom is taking her fourth turn on the altar. No one else has ever done that many times. Marilyn has called in all her friends and some people she parties with when she travels out of state on business. Mom’s having the time of her life."

"How do you know all this?" I asked.

"Marilyn has a closed circuit live feed from her party room," she replied. "It plays on every set in the house."

She jumped up off the couch to cross to the table where the remote was. I watched her as she stood up and walked. Her robe bounced up with her and gave me a flash of her legs and pretty little ass. She stood there and switched the channel until she came to what she was looking for. Then she came back to sit beside me.

I watched the screen as the door on the left side of the room opened to pass Angie and Marilyn. They’d cleaned up and looked steadier on their feet. They wasted no time in crossing into the room and jumping into the first pile of writhing, fucking and sucking bodies they could find.

"Angie really likes rough sex," Anna said. "You probably got her going like a furnace when you belted her around like that. I’m surprised that she and Marilyn didn’t just find a quiet corner of the house and fuck each other sick."

"Anna don’t speak like that," I said automatically. She looked at me and I at her, and then we lost it. I began to laugh until I cried. She did the same. It was several minutes until we could both focus back on the screen let alone breathe.

The action on the screen said it all. Again as usual, there were multiple feeds and it looked as if someone were switching the views from the different cameras, showing different parts of the room, and different bits of the action. The previous parties I’d seen hadn’t had more than 35 people in them at most. Looking into the room, I saw that there must have been nearly 100 people in there. There were men and women of all ages. Some looked older than the rest, but still in very good shape, and some looked much younger.

Again Donna was on the altar. She seemed to love being the center of attention. As I watched a man I’d never seen before was spewing cum onto her face, while her pussy was being ploughed by a burly looking black man. I saw Fred, the ever ready little fucker hammering some red-head in the corner of the room, near the bar. She looked like she was about to pass out from sheer exhaustion. The camera dwelt on them for a few minutes, as the woman had yet another orgasm.

Anna laughed and said, "that’s Fred of the long fuck. He got on me the first night, and I thought I was going to die. He just keeps on fucking, he’s amazing. Thank god he was the last guy in my pussy."

That took me a back for a minute. Here was my little girl talking about fucking some guy I’d just seen fuck her mother in another tape. I thought I’d try a little conversation to keep my brain from frying any more, and the liquor had really loosened me up.

"What’s his secret?" I asked.

"I don’t know, he won’t say," she replied. "But I’ll be damned if he just can’t cum unless he’s in some girls’ mouth. I’ve seen him literally fuck a woman to sleep, because she’s too exhausted to move. Most of the time one of the other girls will finish him off, or he’ll move on to someone else. He is a machine though."

With that she began to provide a running dialogue about the people present. She first told me of the people she didn’t know. These were the extra hands that Marilyn had called in for the big event. There were about 50 of them, and as she spoke I could tell she was making mental notes of which one’s she’d pursue when she went downstairs.

Then she began to discourse on the people she did know. She told me anecdotes of previous parties, who they were, what they did for a living etc. She told me of one preacher and his blond-haired wife who’d been members almost from the beginning. She told me of how the preacher couldn’t get off with another woman unless he could see and be seen by his wife. She also told me that the preacher’s wife had never had an orgasm until she’d come to one of the parties, and then only with another woman.

There was the story of the two tit obsessed women of the second video I’d seen and their love affair with lactating women. They loved the feel of tits filled with milk, and the taste of it. They were live in lovers who came here to play around and drive each other crazy. If any of the other women in the group were expecting or were nursing they would each pool their money to buy as much as they could.

There was the guy who loved to watch himself in the mirror. He was a bodybuilder and looked great. Every sinew and strand of muscle he had showed in stark relief under his skin. He wouldn’t do anything unless he was in an unobstructed line of view with a mirror. As I looked at the screen I saw him pull his rather large tool out of the ass of a black woman, and stroke it a few times, watching his reflection. He then placed the head back at her anus and pressed slowly in. She groaned and wiggled beneath him, frantically frigging herself with one hand.

There were two women, neither of whom Anna knew in the play pen, watching with gaped mouths and busy hands as they watched the action going on around them. They were really giving the toys in the pen a workout as they watched the sweating, heaving mass all around them.

There were 4 men standing over by the bar, drinking and watching the proceedings. They looked like any other small group of Sunday afternoon quarterbacks reviewing the big game. They pointed and made comments about the various couples, or groups and made the occasional cheer or jeer when someone came.

As I watched the feed from the room, I felt the liquor I’d drank again begin to lull me into a fit of relaxation. I felt Anna snuggle up next to me. Like she had when she was a little girl watching tv with me. I was reminded of how bizarre this situation was when I saw her begin to frig herself with her right hand, up under her robe. I startled and tried to move away.

"Don’t leave dad," she said. "You’re so warm and nice to cuddle with."

"Anna I don’t think it’s right for me to be this close to you, or watch this," I said.

"Why not?" she said. "You’re not really my dad you know."

That hit close to home. All I could do was to stammer out an incoherent denial.

"Dad, I know all right," she said. "I know that you’re not my biological dad. He’s dead."

"How did you know, and when?" I asked.

"I found out when I had knee surgery last year," she replied. "Do you remember donating blood in case I needed it? Well, mom had them run a paternity test on it. I looked at all the paperwork; I’m studying to be a nurse you know. I looked at all the paperwork and the test results when they came back in. I’m over 18 so they had to let me see them. I knew what to look for, and when I got out of the hospital I confronted mom and made her tell me the truth. So if you wanted to fool around it’s not like it would be incest or anything."

"Yeah but it will be if you do anything with your mom," I said.

"So what?" she replied. "We’re both adults in the eyes of the law, and no one can do anything about it anyway. What do you say dad, want a romp with your little girl?" She said this as she stood and removed the robe ever so slowly down her perfect shoulders until the mounds of her breasts showed.

At this point I defy anyone reading this to do anything other than what I then did. I was drunk, both with liquor and lust, staring at a half-naked nymph, with only a towel to separate us. I’d been sucked and fucked since shortly after arriving at the house, and wasn’t in the best frame of mind to begin with. I was seriously pissed at my wife, my son, and daughter, and everyone else in the house at the moment. All I wanted was to wipe the smirk off her face.

I grabbed her by the hem of the robe and pulled her onto the couch. She spilled onto it and her robe opened on the way. I landed on top of her looking down at her firm young breasts. I could feel the heat of her snatch through the towel on my balls. I cupped one of her tits and fingered the nipple. I felt a shudder go through her as she reached down and pulled the towel away from my crotch.

She moaned lightly into my ear, as I lowered my mouth to her tit and began to gently suckle at it. She was busy as well as she slowly stroked my cock to full size. She squeezed the shaft and head as she did so, milking my dick along.

"I want it in my mouth dad," she murmured.

I leaned back on my knees as she dove down to meet it. She completely swallowed my cock until I was balls deep in her throat. She started licking and working over the shaft, with her full tongue and tried to swallow even more of it into her hungry mouth. After a few minutes of this, she began to lick the shaft and the underside of the head, like taking in her first ice cream cone. She licked and slurped along the entire surface of my cock. She seemed to truly relish the taste of my meat and when she encountered some pre-cum, gobbled it down moaning around my dick. I was again in the paradise reserved for those men who encounter the exceptionally gifted cock sucker. I could see that the techniques I’d enjoyed for years were being passed around what passed as the water-cooler here. The word had gone out, and she like the others had taken their lessons to heart, so to speak.

She sucked and licked me for a time that I couldn’t really measure. At one moment it felt mere seconds and the next like she’d been doing this for days. Before I could shoot in her mouth though, I pulled out and reached down to her and asked, "do you want me to fuck you?"

"Oh yeah dad," she said. "It’s always been a wish of mine for you to fuck me, I’ve wanted that since I was old enough to know what fucking meant."

I stood with her, slipping the robe to the floor, and kissed her gently on the face. I kissed her, on the mouth and we briefly sparred with our tongues. While she stood immobile, I ran my mouth and tongue around her neck and throat. I nuzzled the back of her neck, and kissed the hollow where her neck and shoulder came together.

I began to kiss my way down her body, pausing for a few minutes to work over her breasts and nipples. I could feel her first orgasm take her as I gently bit her left nipple. I discovered that she was definitely her mothers’ daughter, even if she weren’t mine.

I continued on to her flat tummy and kissed and licked her navel and kissed along the line of her hips, as they passed around to her luscious behind. I grabbed and kneaded the cheeks of her ass, and slowly began to spread her ass cheeks with my hands. I just had to know if she’d inherited all her mothers’ passions.

I reached back as she squatted a bit, and ran my index finger along the crease of her butt. She moaned again. As she did that I placed my finger right at the entrance to her hole and gently prodded. She had another small orgasm, I could tell as I had started to slowly separate her labia with my tongue when she came. I discovered she was a gusher, just like her mom. She began to slip down to the couch and I rode her down, licking and jabbing my tongue into her snatch while tickling and pressing in on her rectum.

"Please fuck me," she moaned.

I did a small pushup to get lined up as she pulled her legs up and out. I pressed down until the line of our bodies was as well lined up as I could and slowly pressed the head of my cock into her. She squealed out in pleasure and slammed up onto me, impaling herself on my cock. I began by riding her slowly. I tried to do half thrusts in and out, but she was having none of it. She wanted all my cock in her, as deep as it would go. Seeing this I accommodated the lady by just bumping the end of my cock against her pubic bone. We kept at this for about 5 minutes, until I tried to slowly pull out. She let me do the slow comfortable screw at that point and I settled in for a long one.

She varied her reactions to my thrusts, and as she did so her hands became busy as well. With her mouth locked on mine in a deep tongue kiss, she began to stroke and scratch the outsides of my thighs, with her nails. She also would reach back and give me some of what I’d given her, with one dainty finger seeking out my asshole. As she did this I felt her signals, so much like her mother’s that she was about to cum. As I also felt this I broke our kiss, and latched onto her left nipple with my mouth and began sucking like mad.

This tactic, I’d used with her mom, also had the desired effect on her. She came hard, and it was all I could do to hold on. She was much stronger and in better shape than Donna, and I knew it would be a close thing to stay in her, until I shot. As she bucked and screamed, I let loose my last load of the night. It wasn’t the biggest one I’d ever shot, but it was one of the very best. I poured it into her pussy like a river, and came down from my orgasm with a shudder.

I felt her lying beneath me in a pool of our collected sweat, and cum. She’d gushed again, and the combination of our fluids was spread across the surface of her pussy and smeared across her thighs, when I pulled my flaccid cock out.

"Damn, that was hot," she whispered.

"You’re not kidding baby," I said also whispering.

"Dad, I’ve got to go downstairs in a few minutes," she said.

"I know; they’re all waiting for you," I said. "But let me ask a favor or two of you first. One, don’t tell your mom I was here, and don’t let anyone else do so either. Two don’t wash up before you go downstairs, and let your mom eat your pussy first thing. I want her to taste our cum. Will you do that for me?"

"Oh yeah," she replied with a twinkle in her eye. "A little cheap revenge on mom then?"

"Yeah and on you," I said. "Oh by the way, your mom also cums really hard if you lick or bite her nipples right before orgasm, but if you finger her ass, she’ll go out of her mind."

"Where are you going to be/" she asked.

"Baby, I’m beat and my poor head needs a break," I replied. "I’m going to grab a shower and a cab and go the fuck home. I won’t wait up for either of you, so have fun."

"Oh dad, I hope you’re not mad at me for keeping the secret and getting you and mom into the group like this," she said very quietly.

"I’m not sure what I am at this point," I said. "I need a little time to sort all this out before I can answer that question. I’m also not sure when or if I want to tell your mom that I know. I’ll have to think about it. But I’ll tell you this, I’ll get some time off from work, and we’ll take you back to school in the motor-home, and maybe we’ll take the time to get to know each other better."

"I can’t wait dad," she said as she walked towards the staircase.

She was completely nude with one hand down between her legs cupping her snatch to keep the mingled cum inside. I sat back on the couch to watch as she entered the playroom and crossed over to the altar. This was a tape I was going to have to have a copy of, but I’d watch the live show first.

 

she asked again as she walked towards me and i still couldnt answer her. by the time she walked over to me i managed to get some words out " hello mistress julia, please forgive me for my rudeness" i said hoping she wouldnt notice the mess behind me. but she did, the look she give me sent chills through out my body. " what is this? you cant do as your told little girl?" she said "mistress im can explain this, i was still cleaning when you came home and im sorry mistress it wouldnt..." she cut me off. she slapped me so hard that all i could was cry which made things worse, she dragged me to the kitchen. at the time she reached around the corner and grabbed the cane. seeing that my chore was not done at all, she pushed me down to my knee. i just sat there waiting for the pain to rain down on me but it didnt. she grab me by the hair and pulled me up from the floor. "is your room at least clean?" she asked, i couldnt answer her.

i knew i was in trouble, she dragged me back to the stairs and pushed me up them. she throw me in her and master's bedroom "you stay here do you understand me?" she said "yes mistress" i said and with that she turned to check on taliya. taliya wasnt as in much trouble as i was, she just had some bags to throw out. mistress walked up to taliyas' door of course taliya greeted her with a smile. mistress had ask taliya why she wasnt done with her room and why i didnt take the bags down for her, taliya told her everything. mistress now knew everything, from me refusing to do my chores down to chatting with taliya while she did her's. mistress returned to me, her eyes an icy blue now. i was so scared that i had moved from where she placed me. she grabbed me up so fast and spun me around. she throw me on the bed.

i didnt move til i felt the cane come down on me, i still had my clothes on so i was okay. "get up ceres" she said i was scared too. i didnt want to make things worse for me so i got up and kept my eyes and head lowered. "do i have to tell you want to do, ceres?" she asked "no mistress" i answer, i wasnt sure where she was going with this. "do i have to watch you everyday, ceres?" "no mistress" "then why must i take time out to deal with you like this, ceres?" i couldnt answer that question and with that she took my clothes off and made me lay flat on my stomach. she started so light that i throught she wasnt going to punish me but i was wrong the pain rainned down on me, she didnt let up til she reach 20. all i could do was cry.

mistress let me lay there for 10 minutes crying. she pulled me up and wrapped me in a sheet and sat me on her legs. she held me til i stopped crying. it was almost time for master to be home. we sat in the chair next to the bed for awhile then she cleaned me up and got me dressed. taliya was already in the kitchen cleaning while master sat at the table. "i didnt hear you come in jon?" she said "go help taliya, ceres me and julia need to have a word" "yes master". i started helping taliya, taliya had already started cooking and master had yelled for me. i walked into the livingroom to find mistress sitting on the sofa and master standing. he looked at me, "tell me ceres, did you disobey us today?" he asked, "yes master, i did".

he spun me around with that answer and pinned me to the wall. he raised my skirt over my bare ass, "please master i wont disobey again please no more" i said crying and he let me go. after we ate i cleaned up, i got to bed at 11 that night before i got the chance to lay down master opened the door "your sleeping with us tonight, ceres" "yes master" i wanted to ask why but i didnt. i just followed him and closed their bedroom door behind me. master put me in the bed that he had on his side and taliya was already in her bed next to mistress. i lay down and fell asleep, i was so tired from what happen that master didnt wake me in the morning.

When Michael drifted into her life, she never suspected that things would change so quickly. There was just some inexplicable reason she felt so connected to him. She had never been as comfortable with anyone in her life as she had become around him. It was the first time she felt like she could be herself around anyone. When he started to break down those defenses she clung so dearly to, he would not let her run away. What surprised her most was that she did not even want to run from it. She was so lost in the excitement and fun that she forgot about what she had been trying to avoid for so long and just let herself go.

He had been hurt many times as well. Both of them had sworn off relationships because of the broken hearts in the past. Neither of them wanted to go through that pain again. Instead of just pushing people away like she often did, Michael hid behind an almost impenetrable shyness. With her that boundary around his heart seemed to melt away as easy as the morning sun melts the autumn frost.

Days turned into weeks, and that connection that was so strong between them, began to grow more intense. Neither of them would ever be able to pinpoint the exact moment it happened. All they knew was that it did happen with such ease that they did not see it coming. They could talk about anything and it would still be all right. There was nothing Lynn could not share with him. Slowly, she began to show him her scars. All Michael could do was tried to comfort her and assure her that she deserved better. He, too, began to open up, revealing things he had not told another living soul.

It was not until a cold Saturday afternoon that things suddenly began to change between them. She showed up at his apartment to spend the day with him. Michael gave her a hug like the ones he had given her many times before, but something felt different today. Lynn dismissed it as just having missed him more than she normally did lately. As they sat down on the sofa to talk, he sat closer than usual. Something like that typically would have made her uncomfortable very quickly. Today, it did not even register to her.

While they were talking about what they had been up to, it happened. It was the moment that would change everything. It was like a fairy tale. It all happened so quickly. Their eyes met and neither could say a word. In the silence, it was as if their hearts cried out for one another. Michael moved a little closer. As he leaned in, Lynn's eyes closed. The kiss was so soft and delicate but filled with such a passion that neither of them could deny it any longer. They both knew right then and there that this was meant to be.

He pulled her closer to him. His body felt so good against hers as his arms wrapped around her. She felt so safe. The kiss deepened, becoming more passionate by the second. Her hand gently rested against his shoulder, holding on to him tightly. Part of her was afraid that it was all just a dream and that she would wake up any moment. She pulled back slowly, breaking the kiss and looking up into his eyes. Her heart felt as if it would burst right out of her chest. The words would not come out. They could not. It was too soon. It would change everything and possibly destroy it.

He caressed her cheek as he looked into her eyes. It felt as if he was staring into her soul. It was the closest she had ever felt to another person in her life. A slight smile crossed his lips. That was the moment she knew that it was no longer just a friendship. Her lower lip quivered as she tried to force the words out. He did not need to hear them. He could see into her heart.

He leaned in, pressing his lips to hers once again. All of her defenses melted away, letting him not only touch her body but her soul as well. His hand slipped down the center of her back, resting gently against the small of her back as he pulled her harder to him. She offered no resistance to his advances. He broke the kiss, releasing her from his grasp for a moment. Lynn feared that something had changed in that moment, that now he did not find her desirable. Much to her surprise, Michael leaned down, scooping her up into his arms and carrying her to the bedroom. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she gazed into his eyes. That was when they both became completely certain that this was right.

Michael laid her down upon his bed, staring at the beautiful creature before him. Deep down he had longed for this moment for a very long time, but never before could he act upon the feelings. Lynn bit down lightly on her lower lip as she shyly looked up at him. He moved onto the bed, lying down next to her. He propped his head up on his hand as he looked at her. The overwhelming urge to kiss her once again surfaced. Michael kissed her softly once again, moving on top of her. Lynn's eyes fluttered shut as she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer to her.

His hand rested against the soft curve of her neck as he kissed her. Very slowly, he began to move it down along her collarbone and toward her breasts. He felt her chest rise and fall faster as the desire inside her grew stronger. Finally, his hand came to rest upon her right breast, massaging it softly as they continued to kiss. Lynn moaned softly into the kiss, urging him to continue you. His hand slipped down, tracing along the soft cotton t-shirt before slipping under it.

Lynn drew in a deep breath as she felt his hand against her bare skin. The softness of his touch sent shivers through her as his hand moved back toward her lace-clad breast. The moment they shared was more beautiful than either of them could have imagined it would be. Each breath Michael drew filled him with the soft scent of her perfume. His lips left hers, trailing from her cheek to her jaw line and finally down to her neck. Her head moved to the side, giving him full access to her neck, something that many had been denied. He was delighted as he heard the soft whimper as he began to kiss her warm skin. Her body reacted incredibly to each touch of his lips against her. He continued to cover her neck in delicate kisses before reaching the edge of her shirt.

Now that Michael had gotten a taste of her, he needed more. He eased up onto his knees and stared down at her. He took the hem of her shirt in his hands and slowly began to slide it up her body. Lynn sat up slightly, allowing him to slip the garment off her. Despite how she felt at the moment, her self doubt shown through. Michael's eyes never left hers as she stared up at him self-consciously. His hands moved around her torso, unhooking her bra. Her hands immediately moved to cover her breasts as she laid back. Michael took her hand in his, as sadness filled his eyes. He shook his head slightly.

"Please Lynn, trust me. I do not want you to be shy around me. I think you are beautiful," he sincerely said.

It took all the courage had for Lynn to move her hands. The constant degradation from her ex boyfriend had left her so ashamed of her own body that the thought of exposing herself to someone she now felt so deeply connected to awoken a deep terror inside her. Michael leaned down once again, caressing her smooth skin as his hands pushed the straps of her bra off of her shoulders. His lips met her flesh again, kissing across her collarbone and slowly down her chest. He took his time, savoring every inch of her as he removed her bra.

Lynn's breath came in ragged bursts as each kiss breathed new life into her. She could slowly feel the doubts slipping away as he continued to worship her body an inch at a time. Her fingers intertwined with his hair as she ran her fingers over the back of his neck. A loud moan slipped from her as his lips latched on to her distended nipple. The soft suction from his mouth and the gentle caress of his tongue were driving her wild with desire. She had never experienced such pleasure before with anyone and now she knew she had to have more.

He continued to suckle her nipple as his hand slipped down her stomach, inching toward her jeans. She could feel his erection pressing against her through their clothing as their need for each other intensified. Fear mingled now with the desire he had awoken in her. His mouth left her breast, kissing across the valley between the two fleshy mounds toward the erect center of her left breast. Soon the tiny nub was given the same delicate treatment as the other as his fingers fumbled with the button fly jeans. Her hand moved to his, pulling it away from her pants. He promptly stopped, looking up at her with a puzzled look on his face. He was clearly worried that he had overstepped bounds with her.

She leaned up, kissing him softly as she pulled his shirt slowly off. She pulled him back down with her, running her fingers slowly over his spine. Her nails lightly brushed along his skin, sending chills through him. She broke the kiss, laying back and smiling at him. Her hands gently pushed him away, encouraging him to lay back. She slithered from under him, sitting on the edge of the bed as she watched him relax. Her hands moved quickly to his pants as she started to unfasten them. She felt in control again, pushing her vulnerability aside as much as she could as she tried to detach herself from her emotions. She knew it was the only way she could survive this.

He lifted his hips off the bed as her fingers hooked under the waistband of his boxers. She slowly removed both articles and laid them at the foot of the bed. He watched her closely. He could almost see a physical change in her as she moved between his legs. He understood what she was doing, and no matter how much she tried to succeed, he could not let her. He watched the transformation of her movements, seeing the old defenses immerging. As her fingers wrapped around his swollen shaft, he let out a pleasurable sigh. Her skillful touch was almost too much for him. She leaned in closer, letting the tip of her tongue trace over the smooth warm flesh at the head. She made tight little circles over it, letting each one expand slightly before she allowed the head to penetrate her warm mouth.

He groaned softly as her tongue tickled his flesh, making it even harder for him to concentrate. He wanted the feeling to continue but he knew if he let her build that wall again, the connection they had shared would be cut off completely. His hand landed tenderly against her jaw, lifting her face as he pulled her away from his engorged shaft. He could see the fear in her eyes as she tried to evade his gaze. He sat up, pulling her body to his and hugging her tight. She did not understand why he was doing this. She tried to pull out of his embrace but he held on tight, brushing her hair away from her face as he looked into her eyes once again.

"What do you want from me?" she asked in a broken voice. "What do you want?"

He could see the tears starting to form in her eyes as she awaited his answer. She was terrified that he had suddenly found her unpleasant. Her lower lip quivered almost undetectable. He stroked her cheek as he smiled at her. She felt rigid in his embrace. The fear and self-doubt had once again reared its ugly head.

"I want to make love to you Lynn. I just want to love you," he whispered.

The tears streamed down her cheeks as she looked at him in disbelief for a moment. She could tell he was truly sincere. Lynn buried her face against his chest as he held her. It took all she had not to completely break down. No one had ever used those words with her. No one had ever made love to her before. She was unsure what to expect. She lifted her face, looking up into his eyes once again. He just smiled at her, wiping away her tears with his fingertips. He felt the stiffness slipping away as he laid her back down against the bed.

Her eyes never left his as he began to undress her fully. Like a child, she sought his guidance, his reassurance. He loved her deeply, that was evident in everything he was doing. She drew in slow controlled breathes as she felt his hands begin to tug on her jeans. She lifted her body slightly, allowing him to remove them completely. The thin white thong that covered the smooth skin remained in place. He moved over her once again, and began to kiss his way down her body. Her soft gasps and moans made it clear that she was surrendering to the feelings she feared most.

She could feel the warmth of his breath against her skin as he moved down slowly toward the tiny patch of fabric that covered her sex. The scent of her made his mouth water. Even through the material of her panties, she could feel the warmth of his lips as he kissed down them. Her legs spread for him slowly, still a bit reluctant about letting herself go. He could see that she was finally accepting what was happening, that she was opening herself up to him in a way she had not opened herself to anyone in a very long time. He kissed along the edges of the panties, feeling the soft skin against his lips.

Her breathing was becoming noticeably labored as the urgent need began to build inside her. She tried to sit up, to make him let her please him as well. He just shook his head as he looked at her. She parted her lips to speak but was quickly stopped as he put his finger to her lips.

"No Lynn. Please, I want this. I want to make you feel like you have never felt before. I want you to lie back down and enjoy it as much as I am enjoying doing this," he said reassuringly.

She nodded, laying back as he returned to what he was doing. His lips grazed her panty-clad lips, making her shiver with pleasure. Slowly his tongue traced over the little pearl just above them. Lynn ached with desire for him. His tongue dipped down, dragging over her lips again. She squirmed, feeling him push the fabric harder against her flesh as it became increasingly wet. His fingers hooked into the sides of her panties and eased them down slowly. His palms glided over her thighs and down her legs as he removed the final barrier between them.

She could see a hunger in his eyes when he looked at her. He lowered his head, his tongue immediately moving over her soft swollen lips. She moaned loudly as she felt the thick fleshy flaps part and his tongue push into her. Once he had a taste of her, he could not get enough. His tongue darted in and out of her, lapping at the sweetness she secreted. She gripped handfuls of the bedding beneath her, clutching the sheets as his touch gave her such pleasure. His nose rubbed gently against her clit, sending her into the first shuddering orgasm of the night. Michael eagerly swept every drop of the delicious fluid into her mouth with his tongue. His lips then moved over her clit as he brought his finger to the moist slit.

Slowly he pressed into her, letting his finger slip in deeper as she moaned loudly. Lynn murmured as she writhed against the bed. He added a second finger, easing it in patiently before turning them. He curled his fingers slightly, feeling for the spongy spot on the upper wall. His fingers moved in and out of her slowly, grazing that spot with every pass. His tongue swirled against her throbbing little bud as his fingers teased her velvety folds.

He listened to each soft sound she made, noting every nuance in his mind as he learned exactly where to touch to elicit a specific reaction. Lynn's body trembled under his skillful manipulations of her flesh. In her lifetime, she had never experienced something so special and so pleasurable. She could not explain it if she had to. There were no words that could even begin to describe what she was feeling at that moment. Quickly, he drew out another intense climax from her.

He sat back on his heels, smiling at her, his lips and all around his mouth glistening with her wetness. She stared at him in complete awe. He could see a fire in her eyes now that raged, destroying any self doubt that had remained. He licked his lips, still savoring the taste of her. Before he could lick the honeyed juices from his fingers, she took his hand in hers. She guided Michael's fingers toward her mouth, letting her tongue dance over the damp digits before sliding them between her lips. She suckled softly as she stared up into his eyes, continuing to clean the taste from his fingers.

He moved over her as she laid back. Her arms snaked around his neck as she pulled him down to her. The kiss was the most passionate they had shared. Her tongue slipped between his lips, seeking out more of her own taste upon him. Her hips moved, lifting and lowering slightly as she felt the tip of his manhood against her moist flesh. Their moans mingled as they kissed, hands exploring every bit of flesh they could. Her lips were parting again as the head of his swollen shaft nestled between them. He pushed in slowly as her hips rose to meet his.

The sounds of their passions increased as their bodies moved as one. His mouth left hers, kissing back to her neck once again. Her muscles milked him as his rigid cock worked slowly in and out of her. Her moans became more passionate as her body crushed against his. Her nails raked lightly down his back as she bucked into him. His teeth caught her flesh between them, nipping gently at her neck. He groaned as he felt her body react, her muscles clenching around him.

Her breathing became frenzied as she started to grind her hips against his. Again, she was shaking, caught in the grips of an intense orgasm. Her muscles spasmed around him, bringing him closer to climax. Michael fought with all his might to keep from losing control. It felt too good to be inside her like this for him to let the feeling end so quickly. The sound of his voice in her ear urged her on. Her voice filled the room as she reached new heights of pleasure.

Her nails dug into his flesh as her body writhed beneath him. He looked down into her eyes as another orgasm blossomed. Her soft panting breathes mingled with her moans as she stared back at him. It was more than he could take. Michael's pace quickened as the throbbing became unbearable. In an instant, her womb was flooded with his seed. He collapsed against her as they rode out the intense waves of pleasure.

With his head resting on her chest, he could hear her heart pounding. Once they both were starting to calm down, he raised up, resting his weight on one elbow. His fingers brushed over her cheek as they gazed into each other's eyes. Michael had accomplished the impossible. Not only had he fought past all of the painful emotions of her past and his shyness, he had managed to connect with her like no one else had ever done. In that moment, Lynn felt something she had never felt before. Despite the thin sheen of sweat that covered her body, the mass of tangles her soft auburn hair was in, and all of her former misconceptions that led her to see herself as a hideous monster, Michael made her feel beautiful.

“Perhaps he is just a little on the shy side?”

“That could be true.”

The phone rang pulling me out of my deep thought.  As I picked it up I saw Josie’s number listed on the caller ID.

“Hey Josie, I was just thinking about you.  What’s up?”

“I really, really need your help.  I parked at the Eastgate mall and when I came out, someone had slashed one of my tires.  I am worried they are hanging around watching me, I have this feeling.

“You in the car with the doors locked?”

“Yes of course.”

“We will be right over.  Sit tight.”  I hung up and looked over at Peter.

“Someone has slashed one of Josie’s car tires at the mall; she’s worried the person is still hanging around.  Can you come with me to go and get her please?”

“Sure, we’ll take the truck.”

As we approached the mall, Josie guided us by phone to her parking spot.  Peter did a quick loop around to see if anyone was hiding between the cars before leaving the big Ford idling behind Josie’s car.

Josie gratefully slid in to the truck and sat in the middle of the bench seat.  I got out and stood on the step to keep an eye open.

Peter inspected the tire and popped open the trunk to retrieve the spare.

“This’ll only take a couple of minutes.”

Peter quickly changed the tire and started the car up.

“I don’t really want to drive home; can I stay with you tonight?”

“Sure hun.  Peter, can you drive her car over to our house?  I’ll drive the truck and will check to see if anyone is following us.”

We made an uneventful trip home and parked Josie’s car in our garage.  Peter’s truck normally stayed outside anyway.

Once we were in the house Josie relaxed for the first time.  I passed her a drink which she downed quickly.  I filled it back up again.

“Thank you guys.”  She exclaimed and hugged both of us.  I smiled, Josie’s little 4’ 11” frame always looked so tiny against Peter’s body.  I changed the subject and asked her what she had bought.

“I have the final interview tomorrow at noon for that catering job.  There are just two of us left in the running so I wanted to impress them with a nice black business jacket and skirt.”

She opened the store bags and pulled out her purchases.

“I’ll go and try them on again, see what you think.”

She went into the guest bedroom down the hall and appeared a few minutes later.

“Wow you look good.”  I commented.  “Would you give her the contract Peter?”

Peter got up from his chair to get a beer from the refrigerator.

“She has my vote.  You do look good Josie.”

“I’ll get you some hangers for them.”  I went into our bedroom and came back into the kitchen-family room.

Josie slipped off the jacket and passed it to me.  Without pausing, she unzipped the black skirt and slid it off her body.  I put that on a hanger also.

I noticed that Peter had paused in the kitchen watching as she unbuttoned her black blouse and handed that to me.

Unabashed by her state of undress, Josie walked over and picked up her drink.

“That looks even better.”  Peter said.

I raised an eyebrow at his comment.  Josie did look very sexy wearing stockings, a pair of lacy boy short panties and a matching black lacy push up bra.

“Thank you Peter, that’s sweet of you.”  She kissed him on the lips and went back down the hall to put on her jeans and top.  Peter’s eyes were firmly fixed on her cute little ass as she walked off.

“Do I detect a little interest in her body?”  I quipped.

“She is very attractive, but sometimes she is a little too overbearing.”

Josie came back in fully dressed and we had a couple more drinks before we decided to turn in.

“Oh Josie, Peter has just grouted the guest bathroom tiles, use our en-suite shower in the morning.”  I warned her.

The next morning I woke up fairly late, pulled on my workout clothes and got on the treadmill.  After a half hour run I had a shower.  Wrapping a towel around me I went out into the kitchen and started the coffee brewing.

As the machine gurgled and spluttered I heard our shower running, so I poured myself and Peter a cup each and walked back into the bedroom.

“I’m so horny Bev, working away from home last two weeks…”  Peter declared as he slid into bed alongside me.  I could see he was partially aroused and I felt myself getting wet.  I was looking forward to getting a good hard fucking.

Before we could say or do anything else, we heard Josie’s knock on the partly open bedroom door.

“Hi guys, can I use the shower please, or should I come back later?”

“Come in, feel free.  We are just having a cup of coffee in bed.”  I said.

As Josie showered I slipped my hand under the sheets and wrapped my fingers around Peter’s cock.  As I gently stroked his full length, I could feel the wetness of his precum leak out on my arm.  I couldn’t remember him being this stiff and urged Josie to finish showering.  I knew I would start to orgasm before he even got half way inside of me.

A few minutes later Josie came out of the bathroom with a towel fastened around her, sat on the bed alongside Peter, put her arms around his neck and kissed him on the cheek.

“Thank you for last night Peter; you don’t know how frightened I was.  I owe you big time.”

As she went to get up, her right hand slipped down his chest until her wrist bumped into his erection.  She lifted the sheet and whistled softly.

“Oh my…”

Josie shifted position and without hesitation circled her lips around the purple tip of his cock.  Peter groaned as he enjoyed the wet warmth of her mouth encompassing him.

“Not now Josie.”  I muttered, the ache between my thighs intensifying.  I watched her head bob up and down as she tried to fully take the length of my husband’s cock.  I noticed Peter’s hand slide up the inside of her thigh under her towel.

Josie gave a little squeal, indicating that his fingers had reached their destination.  Peter’s hand started to move back and forwards.  I decided that I needed to join in on the fun, but before I could react Josie got up, removed her towel and straddled his hips.  With a quick wiggle of her little bottom she had Peter’s cock at the entrance of her pussy.

“God it has been weeks since I got seriously fucked.”  Josie announced and with that pushed down greedily burying Peter’s manhood inside of her.  “You’re so hard, ohh God I’m going to cum already...  Aaahhhhhh.”  Her head snapped back, eyes tightly closed as she relished her climax.

She slowed her bucking to a stop before Peter had chance to cum.

“Oh, there’s nothing like a quick orgasm to start things off. Your choice of position now, use me as you want.”

Peter could not restrain himself and rolled her onto her back.  He looked into Josie’s eyes and lifted her knees up so they touched her chest, exposing her pink shaved pussy lips.  Her 24B breasts were flattened by the pressure of her knees.

I watched as his hard manhood re-entered her, pushing at her soft flesh.  Each time he pulled back to enter her more deeply I could see her juices glistening on his shaft.

Josie squealed in delight as she started to quickly orgasm again.

“Come on big boy, fuck me hard, use me, make me cum.”  She begged.

I tried to get in on the action but their fast moving bodies were too entwined.  My fingers slipped between my legs to stimulate my pussy, but I could only watch as my husband roughly pounded into my best friend.  I knew he wouldn’t last long at this intensity and to my dismay I saw his body tense as Josie screamed as she hit her peak.

Peter’s body slowed as he savored the last throes of his orgasm and Josie’s eyes opened.  Her hand reached out and grasped mine tightly.

“I’m sorry Bev, sorry, I just couldn’t stop myself.”

Peter rolled off Josie’s tiny body, his once hard cock softening.  I knew he wouldn’t recover for a couple of hours after such an intense orgasm.

They lay there for about five minutes catching their breath before Josie sat up.

“Oh shoot - the interview.”  She quickly got up and ran off to the guest bedroom to get dressed.

I reached over to my husband and held his now soft penis.

“I need satisfaction as well you know.”

Peter kissed me.  “You are going to hate me Bev, but I need to pick up the building supplies for next week before twelve.  I’ll be back and ready to make love again this afternoon.”

I rolled over onto my back and groaned at my stupidity for enticing Josie.

“Bye.”  Josie yelled.  “I’ll drop by and tell you how it went.”

Peter started to get dressed.  “Greg said he will drop by later, he wants to borrow the pipe bender.  It’s in the garage.”

Peter kissed me on the lips and after the door closed I heard his truck start up, reverse out of the driveway and roar up the street.

I cursed at my misfortune, and losing the desire, got out of bed and pulled on my favorite yellow sundress over my naked body.

To distract myself I worked in the yard, pulling weeds and tending to the potted plants on the patio.  Just before noon I heard the doorbell ring and the front door open.

I went back into the house to see Greg had let himself in.

"Hey Bev, good to see you.”

“You don’t know how much.”  I muttered, the feeling of sexual need welling up again inside of me.

I gave him a deep kiss on the lips and pressed my body up against his.  I knew he could feel my breasts crushed up against his chest.  His hands slid down the back of my dress and that he could feel I wasn’t wearing any panties.

“Woah, you’re friendly today.”  Greg exclaimed.

“No, just horny.”  I murmured.

“Peter said I could borrow the pipe bender..”  He seemed a little flustered.

“Is your pipe stiff and hard?’  I nibbled on his ear.

“It will be soon if you keep that up.”

“Good.”  I shifted my hand down to his groin and began massaging his cock.

The doorbell rang again.  I broke off from my fondling.

“Geez, does it rain or pour?”

“Hi Bev!  I got the contract, I brought some champagne, let’s celebrate.”  Josie’s voice echoed from the front doorway.

Josie bounced in to the kitchen as Greg and I separated.

“Hi Josie, how are you?  Nice outfit.”  Greg commented.

“Hi Greg.  Oh it may look nice, but I prefer to get into some casual clothing.”  She dropped a bag of clothes on the floor.

Greg took the champagne from her and opened it with a pop.  I got some flutes from the cupboard and put them on the counter.  After the glasses were filled we toasted her success.  I was genuinely pleased for her; she had worked hard for that job.

Josie downed the glass in one.  “I must get out of these clothes, they are a little itchy.”

With that she started to unbutton her blouse exposing her black push up bra.  Greg’s eyes drifted to the glimpse of cleavage.

“Let me help you.”  Greg offered and unfastened the clasp on her skirt and undid the zip.  Her skirt and blouse fell to the floor.  For the second time in 24 hours that little minx stood in my kitchen in just her black lingerie.  I could sense the chance of sex slipping through my fingers again.

Seizing the moment I walked forward and unfastened her bra, letting my hands slide from her back to cup those beautiful perky 34B cup breasts.  I caressed her nipples between my thumb and index finger and tweaked them into little mountains of hard flesh.

“Ummm that feels good Bev.”  Josie gasped.  She reached behind her and I felt her hand slide up under my dress until she touched my pussy.

“Oh you vixen, you are not wearing any panties.”  She turned around, put her arms around my neck and kissed me on the lips, her tongue seeking out mine in a passionate embrace.

My right hand ran across her tummy until my fingers reached the waistband of her panties.  With barely a hesitation I continued downward, seeking out the warm soft flesh between her legs.

Josie’s hands were not idle either as she slipped my sundress off my shoulders and down my stomach.  My tits popped free from the restraint and she eagerly sucked on my nipples as I groaned in encouragement.  I could feel my stomach muscles contract.  With a whisper the dress fell to the floor leaving me naked.

Greg moved behind Josie, easing her panties down her thighs until they joined my dress on the floor.  As I continued to kiss Josie passionately the warmth of her skin touched mine.  I ached for a physical release.

“I want you Bev.”  Josie whispered in my ear and wrapped her legs around my hips.  I cupped her ass with my hands and half carried her to the bedroom and we collapsed onto the bed giggling.

Josie wriggled around under me until her face was between my legs.  I felt her hot breath and then the soft wet flicker of her tongue at the entrance of my vagina.  As the first electric burst of pleasure shot up my chest I leant forward to seek out her inner flesh, pulling apart her pussy lips to expose that little pink bud of pleasure.

As I gently sucked it between my lips, I could feel her do the same to me.  I lost myself in a wave of pleasure and thrust my tongue deep into her vagina, lapping up her sweet taste.  I knew exactly what really turned her on and slipped two of my fingers into her now sopping pussy.

I was expecting her to do the same, but instead I felt Greg’s cock probing my pussy lips.  Josie’s tongue flicked from his tip to my clit and started the first fires of my orgasm.  By the time he was only halfway in my climax hit, wave after wave, each one intensifying as he pushed deeper inside of me.

I could no longer stimulate Josie as I gasped for air, my back arched as the electric charge froze my muscles.

“Oh yes, yes, finish me off, pleeeazzzze, fuck me hard.”  I begged.

Greg started thrusting hard into me, his hips slamming into my ass.

I begged for a climax but the pleasure kept climbing in intensity.

“I’m going to cum soooo hard, please cum I can’t stand it anymore, arggghhhhh.”

Greg groaned and I felt his boiling hot cum squirt inside of me as I screamed in silence.  His thrusts slowly subsided and I came back to my senses, my muscles shaking and drained from the exertion.

I rolled off Josie and laughed. 

“My turn to be sorry Josie.” 

I collapsed on my back, relishing the feeling of warm cum as it trickled down from between my legs.

“Not to worry, you are talking about the “bunny” remember, he keeps cumming and cumming…”  I laughed at Josie’s comment; we both knew that Greg had a remarkable power of recuperation.

Josie rotated her body on the bed and spread her legs wide open.  I watched as she slid her hands slowly down her tummy until she reached her mons.  Her fingers pulled apart her sex lips in a crude invitation.

“Push it in me now. I want to feel you get rock hard again inside of me.”  Greg was still fairly rigid and the two of them locked together.  I went back to the kitchen, put on my dress and poured myself a glass of water before going out to sit on the patio.

I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew was Greg and Josie giving me a kiss on the cheek and saying goodbye.  I watched them from the door as he loaded the pipe bender in to his truck.

“Catch you later.  Thanks.”

About an hour later Peter came home and he presented me with a small bunch of flowers.

“That’s sweet of you honey.”  I put my arms around his neck and kissed him on the mouth.  His hands slid around my waist and down onto my butt where he gently caressed my cheeks.

“You are not wearing any panties?”

“Not wearing a bra either.”

“How can I be sure?”

I slipped the sundress of my body and stood there naked in front of him.

“Where and how do you want it?”  He asked, his gaze firmly riveted on my trimmed pubic hair.

Without answering I sat on the sofa like a slut, arms outstretched, with my legs apart.

Peter knelt on the floor between my thighs and took my C cup breasts in his hands, roughly squeezing them, making my nipples harden into little rose colored bumps.   I arched my back and slid down the chair, locking my legs around his waist.

“I’m wet enough already.”  I whispered, not really wanting him to eat me out and taste Greg’s semen.

He stood up, took off his clothes and stroked himself until he was fully erect.

“I promised you I would be ready to go again this afternoon.”

“Ummm, just don’t cum too quickly.”  I warned him as he guided his cock between my thighs.  He rubbed the tip up and down the length of my slit, his precum mixing with my wetness.

“Oh that feels good, push it hard against my clit.”  I breathed grinding my hips against him.  Peter leant forward and sucked deeply on my left nipple before lightly biting on it.

“I can’t wait anymore.  Fuck me.”

He pushed about two inches of his cock into me and pulled it almost back out again.

“Don’t tease.”  I warned and tried to slide off the couch to get more of him inside of me.

“I’m in charge; I’ll do what I want, when I want.”

This control game always drove me crazy, going in deeper each time and then slowly sliding in and out.  I saw him smile; he knew exactly what it was doing to me.  I started an orgasm that built in intensity with every one of his light teases.

“I can’t hold off much longer.”  I wrapped my arms around him, pressing my breasts hard against his chest and gently bit him on the neck.

“Fuck me harder, pleeeaasse.  Pound that hard cock into me, fuck me, fuck meeeeee.”

Finally he gave into my wishes and his rhythm changed to where he would almost pull out, and then bury himself all the way inside of me.  Time after time his groin slammed into my clit.

“That’s it, that’s it, oh God, I can’t hold back any longer, it’s too intense - aaaaaaahhhhhh.”

His pace picked up even further.  He tossed my body around like a rag doll as I shouted out in pleasure, before groaning loudly and I felt the tickle of his hot sperm shoot into me.  His movements slowed before he slumped on top of me.

“That was intense.”  I sighed.  “Grab some rest, but don’t bother to get dressed.  The day isn’t over yet lover.”

On our honeymoon my husband was gentle with me. Our love making was passionate and exciting. He gave me tremendous pleasure and introduced me to the extreme joy of multiple orgasms produced by his hands, tongue and penis. Once I was able to accommodate his large member inside me without discomfort, he told me that it was time to begin our journey of development of our lovemaking into the complete surrender of a wife to the pleasure of her husband. Exactly 7 days after our marriage the first Saturday had arrived for my maintenance. After a delightful lunch in our hotel we returned to our room where he told me to take of my clothes and take a shower. Dried and glowing with expectation and nervousness I returned to the bedroom where my naked husband gestured to me to take my position over his knees. He kissed me gently on the neck and the next thing I knew was a terrible stinging pain in my left buttock. I screamed and kicked out my feet in reflex action. I heard a harsh "keep still and quiet" before a second stroke hit me equally hard on my right buttock.

I bit my lip and held myself rigid until on the sixth stroke I could contain it no longer and I cried out as my tears dropped from my face. As the next stroke came down I put my hand in the way and stopped it from fully completing its blow.

He stopped and in a calm voice he told me to get off his knee and kneel before him. I did as instructed and my husband said. "For interfering in your maintenance you will receive two punishment strokes with my belt on your bottom. You punishment is lenient as this is your first spanking, but future transgressions will be dealt with more severely."

He told me to place myself in a kneeling position with my bottom in the air and my forehead on the floor in the position that my father had told him I knew. With my tears blurring my vision, I did as I was told while he took his belt from the trousers on the bed. The two lashes on my sore bottom hurt beyond description.

During my childhood my father had spanked me with his hand and even caned me when I had been especially naughty, but I now realised that my womanly duties would be much harder to bear.

I was then made to get back onto my husband's knee and receive the remaining four strokes of his hand. This I did without further sound or movement.

At the end of the maintenance my husband kissed me passionately and held me in a loving embrace. He told me that he loved me dearly and he believed that our marriage would be wonderful. Feelings of love swept over me in wave after wave as the fierce stinging in my bottom turned to heat and glow. I could feel that he was very aroused. He told me to kneel again and as I did so his hugely erect member seemed to fill the whole of my tearful vision. He told me to clasp my hands behind me and open my mouth. Taking a handful of my hair he positioned my head and drew my open mouth onto his penis until it filled my mouth fully.

My husband gently explained to me that on this first occasion I should suck and lick his penis until he removed it. I was to use my mouth to stimulate him as much as I could. I must minister to his member as if I were worshipping it with all the devotion that I could raise. My aim was to be to love the presence of it in my mouth as much as I loved to kiss his mouth. I must desire to meet every possible want of the penis with my mouth as I desired to have it work my vagina to orgasm. He said that in the future he would ejaculate into my mouth and that my throat would receive it in the same way as my vagina, but on this first occasion I could just suck and lick.

My mouth was stretched and my jaw ached as I worked feverishly to carry out these orders. All the time my mind was racing with the thoughts of what was to come. Could this really be possible? How could this huge thing get into my throat, and how could I possibly have it spurt into my mouth? Were these things normal and could I cope with them?

While I worked my mouth as best I could my husband started to move my head back a forth a little from the hold he had on my hair. Soon he was groaning. He pulled my head away, threw me face down onto the bed and entered my vagina from behind. We both climaxed violently and the coolness of his belly against by scorching bottom was pure heaven.

He started on a daily programme of oral training as soon as we returned home from the honeymoon. Each day after dinner in the evening, I removed all my clothes and knelt before him in his chair. I was instructed to undo his clothing and take his soft penis into my mouth. I then kissed, licked and sucked it until it became erect. At this stage my husband took my head and told me to clasp my hands behind my back. He moved my mouth up and down on him, telling me to continue using my tongue and sucking. He explained that he was going to push into my throat and when I felt the head of his penis there I must make a swallowing action to allow it to enter easily. He told me that I would gag at first, but with repeated effort I would be able to receive him fully. He tried two or three times on that first occasion, but my throat reacted violently each time causing me to cough and choke and bringing tears to my eyes.

After about thirty minutes of this training, in which there were long periods of me being allowed to suck gently without my throat being tested, he said that he was ready to ejaculate. Not knowing at all what to expect I froze until my husband said "you may as well get used to the taste right away" and I knew that he was going to do it in my mouth. Even so, it was a great shock a few seconds later to feel his penis pulsating and for my mouth to be flooded with semen as he held my head firmly in place. I coughed and some of it splashed out from around my lips and onto his clothing.

My husband lifted my head away. After telling me to look up with my mouth open so that he could see, he commanded me to swallow. I did so although I found it very difficult that first time. My mouth seemed full of stickiness and it would not go down easily.

I was punished for soiling my husband's clothing, but he was not excessive due to my inexperience. After this lesson my husband provided me with a bendable rubber penis which I was to practice putting into my throat until I could do it without being sick. I practised each day while he was at work and with him in the evenings. Over the coming weeks I slowly managed to take him fully into my throat and to swallow his semen fully whether he chose to do it in my mouth or throat. The objective, as explained to me, was to make my mouth as readily usable for intercourse as my vagina and I am proud to say that we have achieved that objective. My husband now ejaculates into my mouth or throat at least once every day and he sometimes chooses for our intercourse to be entirely into my mouth, when he thrusts with just as much vigour as he might at the other end. However, this did not come easily or quickly and my failings during training resulted in a considerable number of punishments. During this period my chastisement was extended beyond my bottom. On three occasions my sensitive inner thighs were beaten with the flogger or belt and once the flogger was used on my breasts.

My breast flogging was not really as painful as some of my other punishments, but I was frightened before it happened and rather worried whether it might cause any injury to me. I should not have had that worry because my husband assured me before our marriage that I would never be caused permanent injury and I know that he is knowledgeable and would never break his word. I must have more trust. The day following the breast flogging I had very clear stripes across them which were slightly raised. I wore a low topped tee shirt throughout the day as I did my work around the house. Seeing the stripes each time I passed a mirror gave me a little thrill. That day I really felt that I was owned by my husband and it made me feel safe and warm. When my husband came home from work I met him at the door as usual and kissed him. He then kissed the exposed part of each of my breasts before saying "if you wish to display yourself, do so properly. Remove your clothing now and remain naked until your marks are gone." I had to stay nude for three days. It is fortunate that my work is to keep the house and I had nearly enough shopping to get away without having to go out. Our house is quite well shielded from the outside world but even so I jumped each time the post came and kept well away from the windows. I ran out of some fresh vegetables which earned me a punishment. I had hoped that it might go unnoticed, but my husband is very particular and regular about his food requirements and that was hopeless really.

Six months into our marriage I had come to really treasure the feel of my husband's penis in my mouth. I would lie in his lap for hours sometimes gently sucking and licking him. Occasionally he would ejaculate as a result of my efforts and I would swallow his semen. It was no longer difficult because I salivate in anticipation as soon as I feel his erection enlarging that little bit more and his penis beginning to pulse. The depth of my communion with my husband is very profound as I swallow his ejaculate. Not only does he feed me by earning our living, he does it directly from his own body. He is my provider in every way and I adore it. When he first told me to worship his penis I did not know what he meant or how to do it. Now I understand his wisdom. I worship it every day and it comforts me and provides for me. I spend every moment trying to make my oral massage more pleasurable and more satisfying for my husband. I yearn to give him the pleasure of orgasm as often and as gratifyingly as any woman ever could. He must never desire another mouth more than mine.

This last emotion was reinforced for me one evening when we entertained a couple at our house. The man was a friend of my husband from his club. They have known each other since university. He is married to a woman who was also at university with both of them. She is very beautiful with grace and poise although being the same age as my husband she is, of course, older than me. My husband has not been married before, but I know that he has had women friends before me and will have had sexual experience. We have never discussed such things, and before this woman was in my house I had never given it much thought other than to be pleased that my husband was so skilled and authoritative in our love making.

As we had dinner and relaxed over drinks I became aware of the intimacy between my husband and these three people. It was very likely that she would have been his sexual partner at some time. Was it straightforward intercourse, or has his penis been in her mouth? Had he done things with her that he had not done with me? Did she please him as much as I did; or better! By the time we went to bed I was feeling insecure and I have to admit that I was disliking her. I threw myself into our lovemaking, begging my husband to take me however he pleased. With inhibitions lowered by alcohol he responded powerfully and I am embarrassed as I think that the slaps and squeals must have been heard in our guest bedroom.

I think that my husband sensed my ill ease because a few hours after our guests had left the next day he said that it was time for him to introduce me to a new form of intercourse for our lovemaking. Alternatively, her presence had caused him to remember something that he had done with her. If that was the case I would have to make sure that I did it well and that I gave him more pleasure from it than she could have done. What else could there be though? I would not have to wait too long to find out. I was instructed to bathe immediately after dinner and go to the bedroom.

My husband came into the bedroom and undressed. He told me to kneel and I sucked him to erection as he told me what was to happen. He said that he was going to penetrate my bottom. My mind was filled with turmoil as much as my mouth was filled with him. Of course I knew that homosexual men did something of the kind, but it had never occurred to me that women did it. He was very large. How could it possibly go in? Surely it would hurt a great deal. I was in no position to ask and any way I would not dare to question.

My husband drew my head away from him and told me to turn to the bed and kneel over the edge of it with my legs apart and my face on the bed. He began to rub something cold on my bottom hole and then slipped in a finger. It went in easily and as he moved it backwards and forwards it created a funny sensitive feeling. He put in a second finger and continued the rhythmic movement until he suddenly withdrew them and I felt the head of his penis pressed to me. He told me to relax and clasped my shoulders as he pushed against the sphincter muscle of my bottom. With a rush I opened and a few inches of him entered. I thought I would split and it was very painful. I cried out and he smacked my bottom. He started to move himself in and out of me and spanked me with both hands as he did so. After a little while the discomfort of the penetration decreased and my warmed up bottom lost some of its tension. He stopped spanking and rubbed my clitoris. Then he put his fingers inside my vagina to feel the movement of his penis. As he massaged my clitoris and vagina I relaxed more and more until I felt orgasm coming. Gradually I was overwhelmed and spasmed ecstatically. I felt him come deeper into me as I convulsed with a huge and wonderful orgasm. As my muscles clamped onto his fingers and penis deep inside me, he came to his orgasm too. I don't know whether I took him to his full length on that first occasion, but I felt incredibly stretched and I had diarrhoea a few hours later.

He took me in the bottom about once a week after that and I came to be able to receive him easily after a period of time. Once I had become accustomed to this form or intercourse he didn't need to use the lubricant any more. either I would moisten him well with saliva or he would use my vagina before entering my bottom so he became slippery with my juices. He explained to me that he would never go into my vagina after my bottom because that could cause infection. As with our other lovemaking, what was difficult and uncomfortable at first is now easy and pleasurable. If my husband takes me anally while we are face to face and kissing, the movement of his body against my clitoris can bring me to orgasm without my vagina having ever been entered.

Not long after my introduction to anal intercourse was the happiest time of my life when I became pregnant. By this time I was completely accustomed to my maintenance spankings which served to remind me of my role and my promises, but were not the painful experience they had been in the early days of our marriage. My husband explained that the routine would continue throughout the pregnancy, but as I became large he stopped taking me over his knee and allowed me to be spanked bending over and resting my hands on the bed. This worked very well. I took great care to avoid punishments as far as possible although a few were inevitable. Some were done quite safely on my bottom and I did have the belt and cane on my inner thighs. This was horribly painful, but presented no risk at all to me or the baby. We have a private doctor and the midwife was also arranged through this family practice used by my parents as well as us. This meant that I did not have to see a lot of different people during my pregnancy and we could rely on their discretion. Nevertheless, I did have marks sometimes when I was examined and although there was no mention of it I certainly felt self conscious.

In the late stages of my pregnancy, my husband stopped taking me vaginally, but I continued to take him in the mouth each day and he would have my bottom whenever he chose.

Close to the correct time I started to get contractions and I telephoned my husband, my mother and the doctor. It was arranged for my mother to take me into hospital where I was given a private room. My husband arrived in the late afternoon as soon as he was able to get away from his work. I was comfortable and we told him that I was not expected to deliver for some time, but I would be staying in hospital now until it happened. He asked my mother to leave us a lone for a few minutes and after ensuring that I was comfortable he had me take him in my mouth. I sucked him until he was hard and then he thrust into my throat. He ejaculated within a few minutes, much more quickly than he usually is, and I had a contraction just as he shot his semen into my throat. After calling in my mother, he then left us alone with instructions for the hospital to call him before the birth.

My beautiful son David was born in the early hours of the next morning in the presence of my husband. It was a straight forward birth without complication and I was able to leave hospital in time for my next maintenance session. We never missed a day of my husband using my mouth. That gave me great comfort. I would have been concerned for him if I had not been available for his needs.

After I had settled into motherhood and I was still nursing David, my husband drank from my breast one evening and after he had done that he said to me:

"Your maintenance is no longer adequate to keep our marriage in the condition that it requires. Our son is the most precious thing in our lives, but you are not putting as much care and attention into our home and meeting my requirements as you did before he was born. You must learn to keep up your wifely duties whatever new responsibilities and loves enter your life. There will not be any increase in your spanking because that was agreed before we married and anything more severe is reserved for punishment. However, your surrender, and commitment to serve me in every way required, will be reinforced by you serving as my urinal. Just as I have drunk from you, you will drink from me. In your case it will be once each week on completion of your maintenance spanking."

"No, I can't", I screamed without a moment's thought. This was my first act of disobedience in our marriage and I knew instantly that I would have to be punished as I had never been before. But my fears were real and I had to explain that milk was a natural food, but urine is a waste product and surely I would become ill if I drank it.

My husband explained patiently that I should recall that he had undertaken never to cause me permanent injury and he would not make me sick either. Urine is certainly waste, but coming from a healthy person it would do absolutely no harm. He said nothing more and told me to go and remove my clothing. I was belted and caned on the bottom and thighs and given a breast flogging. Breast punishment is delivered with me kneeling, facing a full length bedroom mirror. My hands are clasped behind me and my shoulders thrust back. In this way I can watch every stroke of the flogger coming and see the marks rise up on my breasts. On this occasion, as the tears rolled down my face, milk oozed from my nipples. When I fed David, his usually warm face felt cool against my burning breasts, but that was later. After the punishment I was instructed to stay where I was. I knelt there for about half an hour seeing my breasts change in colour and shape as the bruising settled. The initial thin, red lines spreading and going purple. Drops of milk fell to the carpet and made me worry about staining.

At the end of this time my husband came and handed me a bunch of papers. He told me that I was to read those later and he took me to the computer where he showed me a video. It was an attractive American lady of about 40 who knelt before her husband, opened his trousers and took out his penis. She said "piss in my mouth please" and he did. Five times he filled her open mouth with urine and she swallowed it. She never spilled a drop. When he was finished she sucked him clean and rearranged his clothing before saying thank you. My husband told me that what I had seen had been done with an open mouth for the sake of it being obvious what was happening on video. In our case, I would be required to close my lips round his penis in the same way as I did when I sucked him. I would then be able to swallow continuously rather than him having to stop after each mouthful to allow me to swallow.

I was sent away to read the documents which were accounts of people who drank their own urine for health reasons and others who drank urine from their partner as part of their relationship. There were also some medical tracts from specialist websites confirming that there were not any health risks in swallowing urine. There was even an account of an Arab Prince who only ever urinated into the mouth of a female servant. A girl was kept close by him wherever he went so that he would never be inconvenienced (dear me what an appropriate word!).

After my punishment and receiving all this information I was deeply ashamed that I had disobeyed my husband. I still felt some repugnance at the thought of having urine in my mouth and stomach, but I had been terribly wrong to imagine that he would do this to me if it would do any harm. I went to the toilet and peed into my mouthwash glass. As I put it to my mouth I got the faint odour of fresh urine. I poured a little into my mouth and was oddly surprised my its tepid warmth. As I swallowed it there was very little taste other than slight saltiness. I finished the glass and washed it before going immediately to my husband in his study. I apologised for my disobedience and thanked him, not only for my punishment, but for indulging me by giving me so much information to set my mind at rest. Although it was not maintenance day I asked him if I could be his toilet right away. Having been such a poor wife I did not want him to have to wait before putting me into my proper place. He agreed and told me to go and kneel beside the toilet and wait for him. As this was my first time I may spill some or be unable to take it all and we did not want any mess on the floor did we.

I had to wait a long time before he was ready. Soon after his soft penis was in my mouth, the urine started to flow. There was no smell of course, as there had been when I drank my own from a glass, but the salty, warm taste was much the same. To begin with, the flow was not very fast and I swallowed as it came, but it turned into what seemed like a torrent and I could not handle it. I coughed so his penis shot out of my mouth and I splattered urine all over his clothes. I was horrified as he turned and carried on into the toilet bowl. "Please don't waste it" I cried. "Just stop for a moment. I will try harder. I will be a good toilet for you. Please let me take all you have. I want to be your urinal all the time not just at maintenance. I want you to have the same choices as any Arab Prince."

He ignored my desperate wailings, knowing that these were the stupid rantings of a wife who had failed to live up to her promise. He went to change his clothes and when I collected the wet ones for laundry I asked him if I could have my punishment for spoiling them. He wisely pointed out that I was already very sore from my punishment for disobedience and I had to stay in a fit state to look after our son and do my work.

It was a Tuesday and my husband said that from Wednesday to Friday evening I would receive urinal training and I would have a belting for messing up his clothes and ranting stupidly. The number of strokes of the belt and where they were placed would depend on my progress with the urinal training. by Saturday I was expected to be able to perform my urinal duties to his full satisfaction at my maintenance.

It was a very short training period, but I worked hard at it and by the time of my maintenance I received the full contents of his bladder without mishap. Apart from being his urinal in the training evenings, I fitted a piece of hose to the bathroom basin and practised swallowing from it with the tap on at gradually increasing flows. Now that I have been doing this duty for a long time I can take whatever my husband has to give me however much he may have had to drink or how long it has been since he relieved himself. As with my other marital duties, I am very proud of my urinal service and how effectively I complete it. This has brought me incredibly close to my husband and deepened my understanding of service more than I could ever have imagined before I got married. In a very real sense he is not only with me in spirit all the time, but he is actually physically inside me for every moment of my life. His sperm is in my stomach every day and his urine hydrates me every week. His love is with me and inside me for all of my life.

My urinal duty is confined to maintenance except on one occasion not so long ago. We were at Dover when we had a couple of hours to wait before a ferry to France. My husband said that we would go for a walk on the famous white cliffs. They are very beautiful and we walked along them looking out over the chalk cliff face to the English Channel when I felt the need to relieve myself. I told my husband that we would have to find a café or something where I could use the toilet. He simply told me to take off my knickers and give them to him. When I had done that he told me to tuck my skirt into my belt. This was awful because we were completely in the open. There was not anybody nearby, but there were people on the cliffs. Lots of them were bird watchers with binoculars and telescopes. Of course I did as I was told, but my face was blushing fiercely. When I had done it he told me to squat down and he put his penis in my mouth. He urinated into me as I did the same onto the grass and he gazed around as if he were simply admiring our dramatic surroundings. I will never know if we were observed, but I had a terrible thrill from the possibility and I am sure that my husband must have enjoyed the thought as well. He let me put my skirt back in place when we were finished but he didn't give my knickers back. We spent the whole of the trip to France walking or sitting on the top deck of the ferry during a very windy crossing.

We do not use artificial contraception and we do not intend to have another child for at least a further year, but our natural contraception is perfect so we can plan our family to meet our wishes. It is quite simply that my husband never ejaculates into my vagina unless we are planning that I should become pregnant. I swallow his semen most often, but he goes to completion when he is taking me anally.

Recently this caused a problem when I went to sleep after our lovemaking and his semen leaked out from my bottom, staining the bed sheets. I was properly punished for my laziness in not preventing this. Since then my husband has said that it is no longer acceptable for him to leave his semen in my bottom. Apart from the leakage which occurred, he now thinks that I should digest all of his ejaculate rather than any of it being wasted in my bowel or on a tissue (or even the sheets!). As with my toilet duties, he took me to his computer and showed me a video to illustrate what would be required.

The video, rather crudely entitled "ass2mouth", showed a very young woman who was probably barely out of her teens, being penetrated in the mouth and bottom simultaneously by two older men. Every few minutes the men exchanged positions until it ended with both men ejaculating into her mouth. My husband explained that bacteria contained in the bowel and rectum could cause infection if transferred to the vagina, but the digestive system was equipped to deal with this and no harm would occur from moving the penis directly from the anus to the mouth. He told me that the film makers liked to use a young woman, not only because she was pretty, but because it accentuates the presentation of submission that the men are about thirty years older than her and that there are two men using her at the same time. Most dramatically of all, for the woman to be required to accept the penises directly from her bottom to her mouth gives additional pleasure to the men (and, of course, the viewers of the video) to have a woman accept something that would be instinctively distasteful. Although the video was just a commercial product for which the woman was being paid, the nature of the power relationship and pleasure aspects could apply to us. He considered that it was time for me to accept this further duty to reinforce my surrender, to fulfil my pre-marriage promise to agree to my husband deciding how and when to have sex, and to increase his pleasure in our lovemaking.

All of this sounded rational and reasonable enough. After all, if a young woman can do this for money with two unattractive strangers, I could obviously do it for my loving husband. And anyway, every new element that he had introduced in the past had become a positive and valuable part of our relationship that I could honestly say I enjoyed however doubtful I had been at the beginning. I am not a naturally rebellious person and I know the worth of our strong marriage in which I am safe, protected and loved.

It was a couple of days from the announcement of the new arrangements that my husband started making love to me vaginally and then moved into my bottom. We were still face to face and he was kissing me with more passion than happens every time. As my excitement rose, I remembered the video and realised that he was not going to complete his orgasm in my bottom. The reality of what was to happen flooded my mind. I lost all enjoyment instantly and my husband must have noticed that I was not responding as I should. Suddenly he withdrew from me with a 'plop' and commanded "mouth" as he turned onto his back. I moved my head down towards him and he took my hair as he likes to. But then, as the head of his penis approached my lips I smelt, or imagined, a different odour than normal. I panicked, wriggled back and said "NO! I can't". He let go of my hair and I ran to the bathroom in tears. I was very frightened. I had left my husband needing relief and I had directly refused him. He had no warning that he would be rejected. What would this do to our marriage? How would I be punished? How would he relieve his tensions? What would happen next?

The new rule had been set and I was bound by my promise to comply. My husband would not go back, but I did not know how I could obey against the reaction of my body. I crept out of the bathroom and returned to our bedroom. My husband was taking a shower in the en suite and I knelt outside it to await him.

When my husband came out he sent me to bed in the spare bedroom with orders to present myself naked at 6 am. the following morning. I didn't sleep of course. As I knelt before him he said that I was going to receive ten strokes of the cane on my bottom right away. After that I was to write this account of our marriage which he would publish on the Internet. When the writing is complete I will receive a breast belting of at least ten strokes and a vaginal whipping with the flogger of a minimum of ten strokes. The breast and vagina punishment will increase by two strokes per day until the writing is complete.

My writing duty is now done and it has taken me three days in between my normal work. I still have the pattern of a farm gate on each of my buttocks and I will receive eight strokes of the belt on each of my breasts tonight. Before that I have to go to the salon and have all of my pubic hair waxed off in preparation for my vagina whipping. That will be carried out one hour after the breast punishment.

There is no doubt at all that my husband will be aroused after he has punished me. I think I can expect to have intercourse in my hot and swollen vagina, but what else I wonder? My husband has told me that readers will judge, and he will take account of any feedback he receives when he considers whether he is taking the right way in overcoming my disobedience and moulding the future development of my surrender.

When I arrived home I raced up to my Sister's room, I was in luck, she was home. I entered her room to find her propped on the bed with a set of headphones on her head, listening to her music. I plopped myself on the bed beside her and of course, immediately began to stroke her pantyhose encased leg.

"Hi Sis," I smiled as I slid my hand up and down her gossamer nyloned thigh.

"Hi Mike," she smiled back, removing her headphones.

"Trust you to go straight for my legs; without even the slightest invitation or provocation," she laughed.

"You just have to be in the same room and wearing nylons Sis, you know I can't resist," I responded, smirking what I hoped was my cutest smile.

"Well, you will never guess what happened to me today?" I inquired.

"Well, no Mike I can't; but judging by the big smile on your face, the hard-on in your pants, and the way you are pawing my thighs, I guess it had something to with sex," she teased.

"Well Sis, the hard-on is in no small part due to my playing with your sexy legs, but largely due to my adventures this afternoon."

I then went on to tell Eileen about the fantastic fuck I had had with Mom in the Matron's office at the hospital. I also told her about playing with Matron's stockings before I fucked Mom, and about how Matron had come in to her office later and basically propositioned me. I then started to explain to her my plan to get Matron involved in our sex games.

Before I could go on further she stopped me.

"Mike, that story where you bent Mom over the desk and fucked her has got to one of the hottest stories I have ever heard; slide your hand up my skirt and see what you've done to me."

Who was I to turn down such a request? I slid my hand along my Sister's slinky nyloned thigh and under her little pleated tartan skirt. I savoured the feel of her nylons on my fingertips, and the light material of the hem of her skirt sliding along the back of my hand as it disappeared into the lovely playground that my Sister was encouraging me to explore.

As my hand encountered the top of her leg I slid it slowly across her silky pantied crotch. I could feel the heat, and as my fingers ventured down between her legs, I felt the damp wetness there.

"Oh Mike," she whispered,

"Please, please, please," my Sister begged.

I pushed two of my fingers into her slit, rubbing the nylon of her hose and panties against her labia. I pressed harder against where I guessed her clitty might be beneath her underwear and was immediately rewarded with a sob of pleasure.

"Oh god yes Mike, there, that’s it."

I massaged her cuntal area slowly but firmly and felt my Sister's panties become soaked with her juices. She squirmed and rose herself up off the bed to meet my ministrations. Her back and legs arched as she rose her torso up, taking her body weight on her feet and shoulders, her skirt fell back revealing dark green nylon panties covering gauzy sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose. What a magnificent sight I though as I continued to stoke her hot pussy through the layers on nylon.

After a few minutes of making Eileen squirm in sexual bliss, I decided that I needed to attend to the now raging hardon that was bulging in my jeans. Without ceasing attending to my Sister, I removed my clothes and manoeuvred myself between her spread legs. I lightly rubbed my engorged member against my Sister's nylon encased thigh and quickly got into the same rhythm as the stroking I was applying to her cunt.

The feel of her delicate nyloned leg against my cock was scintillating, I could never get too much of the wonderful feeling of my penis against nylon. As I started to press my cock harder on her leg, I too started to pant.

"Oh yes Sis, I love this, absolutely love it!"

"Don't stop Mike, I'm close, please, put him in me, put Him in ME!"

I knew what she meant, and my Sister begging to be fucked was a request not to be denied. I reached my hand inside her panties and seized a handful of gauzy nylon and ripped open the gusset of her pantyhose.

"Oh Mike, yes, put him in NOW!" Eileen screamed.

I reached behind Eileen and grabbed the two pillows that rested on her headboard and pushed them under her arched back. I pulled on the gusset of her pretty green panties and eased it to one side. I kneed myself forward and positioned the head of my cock inside my Sister's swollen labia and let go of the gusset of her panties. The soaked panty material eased back across her crotch and came to rest against the side of my penis.

Eileen felt my glans nestled in her cuntal lips and she slowly began to ease herself forward, impaling herself on my turgid, throbbing cock. As my Sister slid herself onto my cock, I reached forward and grabbed her waist just where the waistband of her pantyhose peeked over the top of her panties. I took a firm grip and started to push her down onto my member, slow and hard until I was buried into her right up to the hilt.

As our pelvises butted together we both grunted,

"Ough!"

I moved my hands down my Sister's sleek hosed legs and lifted her claves up and around my waist. I felt her legs lock behind me and she gripped me against her, the sheer nylons sending shooting sensations of delight where they brushed against me. She used the grip she had on me to commence a slow steady fuck; easing my cockhead out of her until the crown of my glans was touching her inner labia, then pulling me back into her until our crotches were smashed together.

Eillen's juices were flowing faster as my penis eased in and out of her, her soaked panty slid along my shaft, heightening the sensations shooting through my body. She started to chant in time to our now steadily increasing thrusts,

"Fuck! Fuck! FucK! FucK! FuCK! FuCK! FUCK! FUCK!……………….FUCK MMMMMMMMMEEEeeee!!!!!!!!"

"Oh Mike fuck me honey, please, please, please!" she sobbed as the tempo increased.

My body felt like it had some sort of electric sexual energy flowing through it due to the sensations of my Sister's cunt gripping my cock, her pantyhosed legs rubbing back and forth as we humped, and the nylon panty teasing the shaft of my cock as it thrust in and out of her.

Our orgasms were fast approaching and Eileen sensed it too. She locked her long legs around me even harder, clutching me in her grip and slamming me against her, grinding her cunt against my pelvis and causing exquisite friction to scour her clit. Her silken legs spasmed and convulsed against me and her cunt quivered and pulsed in orgasm. My cock burst forth stream after stream of hot semen inside her as it pulsed and throbbed in concert with her climax.

"Sis, Oh Sis! I love you, I love it!" I groaned as she sucked the energy from my body.

"Oh Mike, you drive me wild, Brother of mine. I love you too!"

We both came down very slowly from our mutual climax, shuddering and groaning as the last of orgasms drained from us. Eileen's, legs slid down my side and came to rest splayed apart with me between them. I slowly allowed myself to fall forward on top of her as she released me from her grip. I started kissing her gently, planting lots of little kisses on her lips and stroking her hair and caressing her face as I kissed her. We lay like that for a while, kissing and caressing as my cock slowly deflated inside her and eventually plopped our of her puffed-up pussy lips and came to rest on her panty crotch as the silky material slid back into place, my cock no longer keeping it to one side of her entrance.

"Mmmm Sis, I could lay here for hours and do this," I whispered into her ear.

"Liar," she giggled.

"You'd get hard again eventually and want to do it all over again!"

"And so would I, so get off me you naughty boy and tell me about your plan for Matron!"

I eased myself from on top of my sister and lay close beside her, lazily stroking her thighs and buttocks and occasionally stealing a kiss as I explained my plan to trap Matron. Eileen asked questions and offered suggestions as I outlined my plan. She giggled occasionally and conspired with me to concoct what hopefully would be another 'silken trap'; this time for Matron.

We decided to strike while the iron is hot and hatch our plan for the next day.

That night Mom came home exhausted and after a quick dinner she gave us both passionate kisses goodnight and went to bed; I was to find out later, that on the way she left her discarded nylons hanging from my bedroom doorknob; a nice trophy for my collection.

The next afternoon I met Eileen at home, we both skipped school after lunch to prepare our trap. Eileen dressed in a black leather mini, white low cut blouse, tan pantyhose and red high heels. She flipped up her skirt and revealed a pair of black, lacy open crotch panties. I loved the look of those open crotch panties covering her pantyhosed pussy.

"Down boy," she laughed as I made a half-hearted lunge for her.

With her usual lashings of makeup and red hair worn in an eighties frizz she looked more like a hooker than a schoolgirl.

I then made a call to the hospital and asked for the Matron supervising Mom's ward; I was in luck, she answered.

"Matron Phillips," a husky professional voice answered.

"Hello Matron, it's Mike here, I spoke to you yesterday afternoon in your office?"

"Hello Mike, what can I do for you, do you want to speak to your Mother?" she asked.

"Oh no Matron! I want to talk to you about my Mother. Its personal, and I wondered if I could see you alone in your office?"

"Well that is really an odd request Mike, I really don't normally see family members of my staff, especially alone." She responded.

"Please Matron, I really have to talk to someone about Mom; it's really important." I begged.

"Ok then Mike, if you insist, be here at two PM then; I'll make sure your Mother is busy in the ward so she won't know you are here," she capitulated.

"Thank you so much Matron," I responded, trying to sound relieved.

'We're on!" I winked at Eileen………………

At two PM sharp we were outside Matron's office. True to her word, Mom was not in sight, in fact the nurses station was empty; no one had seen us enter the ward.

"Come," Matron responded to my knock.

'I hope to,' I thought to myself as Eileen and I entered her office.

"Mike, I didn't know you were bringing anyone else; is this your Sister?" Matron asked looking a little surprised.

"Yes Matron; meet my older Sister Eileen," I responded.

"Pleased to meet you Eileen. You look a lot older than your Mother says you are; eighteen isn't it?" Matron enquired.

I noticed Matron cast an evaluating look up and down my Sister's body. Her gaze rested on Eileen's lovely sheer hosed legs framed below the micro mini, then she took a long casual once-over up the rest of her, coming to rest on Eileen's heavily made up baby blue eyes and flaming red hair.

"Yes, eighteen Matron," Eileen responded, casting her own long deliberate appraisal back at Matron.

Matron was wearing the same tight, dark blue, business suit skirt and white blouse set she wore yesterday, except today she also had on a matching navy jacket. Black high-heeled pumps and dark hose completed the ensemble. Her application of makeup again leaned to the heavy side, dark blue eyeshadow and plum red lips; her glossy red hair, styled in a bob in contrast to Eileen's frizzy mane.

'Two redheads to play with, hope they are both as fiery as their hair,' I thought smugly.

"Well sit children." Matron motioned towards two seats in front of her desk.

Matron came around the large desk and sat on the corner, her skirt riding up and displaying an ample thigh encased in smoky grey hosiery. I couldn't help but look, and Matron saw my glance and smiled smugly.

"So what's so important about your Mom that you have to see me without her presence?" she came to the point.

"Well it's like this Matron, it’s a hard subject to talk about so I guess I'll just say it straight out. Mom is having sex with me," I blurted out.

Matron looked at me with disbelief and shock.

"I don't believe you, Jean, I mean your Mother couldn't possibly…….." she trailed off.

"Yes Matron, I can see what you're thinking about; yesterday afternoon, this office reeked of sex, I bet you could smell it," I countered.

"You handed me your pantyhose remember, you hinted that I had wanked in them, but I can tell by the look on your face you now realise that there was also the smell of pussy in here too," I added.

Matron now turned a deep crimson.

"Mike, I, er, the pantyhose, I didn't know. Oh my god…er; anyway we shouldn't talk about this in front of your Sister, and don't use those rude words" she stammered.

"Oh Eileen knows everything Matron, in fact Mom is having sex with her too, isn't she Sis?"

"Yes Matron, me too," Eileen responded quickly, smiling sweetly.

"But Mike, why, why, are you telling me about all this. It's terrible, it's illegal, it's disgusting!" Matron asserted.

"Well because after my Mom forced me to have sex with her in your office yesterday, you found me in a state of distress and the best you could do was try to seduce me yourself! Even after I asked you for help, the best you could do was try to take advantage of me!" I hissed at her.

"But Mike, that is such a blatant lie. You know it is!" she pleaded.

"Well explain that to the police when I tell them that story, or maybe I'll just tell just the hospital management. Either way it'll be hard to explain how I came to have your pantyhose in my possession, which will undoubtably have your vaginal secretions and certainly my semen in them."

"I'm no expert, but I've seen enough cop shows to know how forensics work. And of course my Sister here will back me up at how distressed I was when arrived home yesterday, wont you Sis?" I smirked.

"Of course honey, I mean Brother of mine; of course I will," Eileen smirked right back.

"I don't believe this, why Mike? Why are you are you doing this to me?" Matron pleaded, tears forming in her eyes.

"Well Matron, its because I am now an expert in getting what I want, and well, I want some of this, you see," I whispered as I leaned forward and placed my hand on her thigh.

This was Eileen's cue; she rose out of her chair and sat close to Matron on the desk. She placed an arm around Matron's broad shoulders.

"And you see Matron, I'm here to see that Mike gets what he wants," she whispered into Matron's ear.

"What are you doing?" Matron begged of us.

"Well I'm taking you up on your offer Matron, you were right when you said, ' But I bet you are the sort of lad who would have more fun If I left them on,' I said as I slid my hand further up her thigh and under her skirt.

At the same time my Sister turned and reached out with her other hand and undid Matron's jacket. Matron couldn't fight both of us off, but she tried to wriggle her legs and at the same time remove Eileen's hands, which were now unbuttoning her blouse.

"Now Matron," I said, "either cooperate or we tell our little story to the management or the police," I threatened.

Matron stopped wriggling and sat still, defeated.

My hand continued to explore under Matron's suit skirt, sliding up her nylons, then encountered a stocking top and garter.

"Oh yummy Matron, I've always dreamed of fucking an older women in stockings," I said stroking the plump flesh above her stocking tops.

I rose out of my chair and stood between Matron's, chubby, but shapely legs and commenced stroking them. I noticed now the smoky grey stockings had a black seam running up the back of them; I loved the feel of them, so sexy! I lifted Matrons skirt and looked underneath, slapping Matron's hand out of the way as she tried to stop me. She was wearing huge dark grey nylon panties, then I realised they were cami-knickers, silky nylon shorts with frilly lace around the legs and waistband. I kept stroking Matrons stockinged leg with one hand and started stroking her panty crotch with the other. I felt Matron stiffen as my hand went to her nylon covered cunt. I heard Matron give a muffled grunt and looked up, I took my eyes away from her splayed stocking encased legs and knickered ass to see what was happening.

Eileen had been busy too; she had Matron's blouse open and her hand inside Matron's matching grey nylon brassier, and was stroking her tit. My Sister started kissing Matron passionately; I could see her working her tongue. Matron was a big lady but still no match for Eileen who was holding her in place as she struggled.

I opened my fly and eased out my stiffening member, rubbing it on Matron's smoky, nyloned thigh and experienced that familiar exquisite feel of diaphanous nylon against my cockhead, making it tingle with delight. A snail's trail of pre-come glistened on her leg. Matron tried to struggle again and I held her legs tightly.

"Submit Matron, or you know what happens," I threatened yet again.

She relaxed again and gave a resigned shrug. Sis was smiling at me and said, "Look Mike, I think she's starting to like our attention."

Eileen had Matron's tits fully exposed and her large knobby nipples were swollen and a bright pink colour.

"Well I guess it's a matter of when rape is inevitable……….." Matron whispered.

"It is," I chuckled and recommenced dry humping her leg.

I worked my way forward between her legs and my cock came in contact with her stocking top. I rubbed it there whilst my hand slid down from under her cami-knickers to caress the expanse of flesh above her stocking. It was a very new and rewarding experience for me to play with legs encased in fully-fashioned stockings instead of pantyhose.

My sister was now kissing Matron in a series of long slow kisses and Matron was responding, not overtly but you could tell she was coming around and giving in to her growing sexual excitement. The sight of these two heavily made-up redheads kissing and fondling was exciting me further and I kneaded Matrons plump thighs harder and humped her stockinged leg with long slow strokes.

I moved my hand under Matrons cami-knickers and stroked the outside of her pussy. It was so hairy and felt huge, unlike the tight little slit my Sister has, and Mom's was also small compared to the puffy fat mound I was now stroking. I poked a finger inside the flabby outer cuntal lips and felt a warm moist cave, the inner lips nearly as large as her labia majora; Matron stiffened slightly and then relaxed, her legs opening further.

I eased two fingers inside her cunt and positioned my thumb over her clit, it was hard and felt huge compared to my Mom's and Sister's; the inside of her hot wet cunt was loose and I eased my two remaining fingers inside her with no resistance. My cock was still humping at her leg and Sis was still kissing her and stroking her nipples; Matron had raised her hand and her red nail-polished fingers gently held my Sisters head and stroked her hair. The bitch was really hot for it now!

Eileen was now lying across the desk and leaning over Matron as she played with her tits and kissed her. She shifted position and crawled right up on to the desk and straddled Matrons waist. This caused my Sister's skirt to ride up and expose her lovely pantyhosed thighs and pantied ass to me. With my free hand I started stroking my Sister's mound through the nylon of her hose and panty crotch, feeling the heat and wetness there.

She allowed me to do this for a minute or two and then reached back and with her polished fingernail, slit open the crotch of her pantyhose in a neat ripping sound. She spread the lacy opening of her open crotch panties, exposing her sex, and started to work her body up Matrons torso until her cunt was positioned over Matrons face. As my Sister slowly lowered herself I saw Matron's tongue reach out to meet the delicious cunt descending on her. The smell of hot cunt was tangible.

I positioned my now rock hard cock against Matron's fat puffy cunt, I had opened the leg of her cami-knickers and pulled my hand out of her cunt with an audible 'plop'. I pushed forward and it was like entering a hot buttery cave as Matrons labia opened and my cock slid effortlessly inside her. Matron's legs rose up and locked around me, I pulled off my shirt and dropped my pants so I could feel those silky grey seamed stockings against my body. Matron gripped me and commenced pulling and pushing my body back and forth in a slow rhythm as I fucked her.

The feel of Matron's cunt was so different to Mom's and Sis's. It was loose and wet instead of the tight little pussies I had become accustomed to. My cock loved the different sensations of the slack, hot folds of Matrons gaping maw. Her labia wrapped around the base of my cock as my crotch slammed into her. Matron was controlling our fucking, gripping me tight with her stockinged legs, forcing me to slow down my thrusting to long, slow, deep strokes.

Sis was now groaning and I could see she was pushing her cunt up and down on Matron's face, increasing the speed of her cuniligal face fuck. I could hear Matron's muffled groans and my Sister began to whimper.

"OOOOHHhhhhh! OOOhhhhhh!"

It was obvious Eileen was close to orgasm as she rocked harder and faster on Matron's face. Suddenly she arched her back and pressed herself down on Matron's face.

"Cooommmmminggg!!" Eileen moaned, pushing a hand into her mouth to stifled a scream.

Then Eileen fell forward, her body shuddering as the last of her climax shook her body. She rested like that recovering for a couple of minutes as I enjoyed the sight of her straddling Matron and coming down from her high. I tried to increase the intensity of my coupling with Matron. She would have nothing of it and continued to keep me locked in the vice grip of her big muscular legs, ensuring a slow steady rhythm.

My sister dismounted Matron's face as a rider would a horse and she rolled to one side panting, her skirt still hiked up and her long pantyhosed legs spread. Now I really wanted to increase my sexual pleasure and give Matron a hard fast fuck. I gripped her stockinged thighs, and using all my strength, I pulled Matron's legs apart. I eased back and my cock fell out of her plump pussy with a slapping sound. Matron started to panic until she felt me start to twist her body and realised I was trying to turn her over.

Matron assisted me and rolled over so she was face down on the desk. I pulled her back towards me until her heels found the floor so she was bent over the desk. She looked delicious, bent over in her high heels with her seamed stocking encased legs stretched taught. I ran a hand up her silken shanks and clutched the hem of her skirt, which had fallen back over her rotund ass. I pulled the hem up and tucked it into the waistband of her skirt, exposing her panty-encased ass-checks. I pulled her cami-knickers down around her ankles and pushed forward so that the crown of my glans was just inside her gaping maw, then I pushed forward with all my might.

My cock slid into her slick wet folds and her labia greedily wrapped around the base of my cock again as I entered her fully, my crotch slapping against her soft round white ass. I then grabbed hold of the garter straps that held up her stockings and used them as reins as I commenced a hard fast fuck, pounding in and out of her sloppy cunt.

"You naughty boy!" Matron whooped.

"You, naughty, naughty, naughty, boy!!!"

"Naughty am I Matron?" I howled, "I'll show you naughty!"

I commenced a frantic in and out fucking motion that was accompanied the sucking sounds of her pussy as I pounded into her. My balls and crotch were soaked and her thighs and ass glistened with her love juices. Then it happened! I pulled back too far and my cock fell out her, in my haste to slam it back into her, the head rammed into the slick membrane of skin that separates her cunt from her ass. The force of my thrust and the slippery juices forced my cock to move upwards and plunge into her ass. It took me a second to realise what had happened, but then I realised I was having my first anal sex experience. My cock was buried to the hilt in her warm tight chamber, there was a slight resistance to my thrusts and a tight pulsing and squeezing on my cock coming from the walls of her dark hole.

"AAAGGGHHhhh!" Matron moaned.

"You naughty boy!!" Matron screeched.

"You are a very, very, very, NAUGHTY BOY!!!" she screeched.

As I recommenced my hard and fast fucking motion, this time in Matron's ass, I realised the bitch was enjoying it.

"Take it Matron!" I whooped.

"Take it deep in your asshole!" I whooped again as I fucked in and out of her tight hole, her ass spasmed around my cock and I drove it deeper, and deeper as her fat ass wobbled and swayed under the anal attack.

"Oh you are a naughty boy Mikey!" she gasped, almost out of breath,

"I'm commmming" I hissed and pushed my pulsating hard cock deep inside her.

I felt my member drive in as far it would go and her ass muscles grip and spasm all around it. Her fat white ass was shoved flat against my crotch and her stocking legs were forced hard against the desk. My cock exploded a torrent of semen in long juddering jets and I felt the hot jism wash around the head of my penis which had created a dam in her ass tunnel. I pulled on the reins of her garters and moaned.

"OOOOOHHHHhhhhh!!!"

Matron was quivering against me, I couldn't believe she was coming; having an anal orgasm as I raped her.

We both slowly came back to earth from our shattering orgasms and Matron went limp, whimpering in the last throes of her climax. I eased back and my now deflating penis popped out of Matron's asshole; my semen began to mix with her cunt juices and ran down through the folds of her pussy and on to her smoky grey nylons, staining them with our combined come. She turned around and pulled herself upright off the desk, her heavy makeup ruined by the face fucking she had given my Sister and by the exertion of our frantic fuck. I could smell my Sisters cunt on her breath as she wrapped her arms around me and pulled my face to hers and gave a hard sloppy kiss, thrusting her tongue deep into my mouth. She pulled back and smiled at me.

"See! I knew you were the sort of lad who would have more fun if I left my nylons on," she said.

 

To be Continued………………………………….

"Here Mike," she smirked and handed the pantyhose that only minutes before had been stretched around my cock.

"You might as well keep them, by the look of the that little wet patch and the smell of semen, you were been busy with them before I came in," Matron said, a smile on her face.

"Maybe next time you visit I’ll let you take these off," she said pulling on the gossamer sheer nylons on her legs.

I was just flabbergasted and almost beyond speech.

"Thanks Ma’am, I would love to," I stammered and walked out the door my head spinning. I heard her laughing to herself as I walked away stuffing her pantyhose into my pocket.

"But I bet you are the sort of lad who would have more fun If I left them on," she chuckled after me.

 Part VI

What about those who lose their wife to some measly asshole, just because, oh, he was better built and thicker/longer in length inside his pants?

 

What happens to those men who have a cuckolding wife?

 

….I didn’t want to think further. My relationship with my wife Chelsea has gone from bad to worse over the past few months. No matter what she did to win my trust or loyalty back, It was almost hard to accept her forgiveness, when those brief memories continue to replay again and again in my head.

Those words.

The moans, the screams, the smell of sex that disgusts me....

 

Each time when I see her, I imagine her lips on Roys, her touch that is given to him willingly...

And frankly, why can't I just divorce that bitch and get it over with?

Cause I deeply love her. Cause I...let us say, that I hoped that maybe, just maybe, affection and care would ascend through the needs for lust, and the sins of sexual desire.

But who am I fooling? The biggest fool here is obviously myself. Can she merely say goodbye to Roy, just like that? Can she really ask me for forgiveness when she had been lying to me for all these years? I know there are places where I can't match up to...certain attributes or traits, but does that mean that she has the right to betray a pledged, for the sake of her own needs and desires?

And all in the end, I'm still wallowing in the aftermath left by her and Roy. Sarah is innocent, but a resulting consequence of Roy's personal involvement into my life.

Not my blood. Not my child. And does that give me, me, the right to abandon someone I have kept close to me for all these years, just because she is not my own blood?

...No. From another perspective, she is the one that would be injured the most if word of this leaks out. And as someone who had looked after her for all these years...someone who raised her, played with her, cried with her...

Sarah....

....

 

So, what to say now, after all those times during that occasion? The time that I caught Chelsea with Roy, and their affairs behind my back...?

Each time when I see Chelsea, I could see the disgusting affair continuing in her eyes, those look of lust, compassion, whenever she averts her gaze and especially when Roy is nearby at work. Even when I'm at home, I can tell how they're secretly meeting each other elsewhere, somewhere...her notes that she's shopping, her false flattery to win over my trust again....the faint smell of masculine oder when she comes back late at night....

The false smile, the fluttery looks from Chelsea when she's alone, near the phone...

…And Roy’s snobbish attitude, by his gloating persona. I really wanted to hurt him. Bad. Yet, if word got out about this...especially to those under my supervision, to those that I lead in my R&D Division.....

Laughing stock. That is what I would be. In this world, there is no one that would give sympathy for those who have fell, or those who have been backstabbed. In this world and society, there is only criticism...is it not?

 

In a viewpoint, Roy had control over me because of my wife.

He had fucked her.

He had used her.

And she loved it. Every damn, single second.

And I didn't do anything about it.

 

I was sick of it.

I am tired of it.

Can someone really understand the torments one has to go through, to wait for a miracle from a false salvation?

No one but the person experiencing it.

Maybe it was this type of conceptual thought that I loathe...that I loathed so deeply....