It was a great trip.  We rented a house just outside Coral Bay.  For those of you not familiar with the island, it’s 9 miles long, and at the widest point is 5 miles.  It’s tiny.  There aren’t any stoplights, and only 4 stop signs.  The fasted speed limit, at least official speed limit, is 35mph.  The largest town is Cruz Bay, and it’s smaller than the town I live in.  Coral Bay is on the opposite end of the island.  It takes about 20 minutes to get there since the roads wind up and down and left and right a lot.  The house we rented was about halfway up the “mountain” that dominates the island.  Let’s just say you better have good brakes to get back down the road.

 

The house itself was awesome.  The islanders have a different idea of what a house should look like, if I may paraphrase Jorden.  It was divided into 3 freestanding bedrooms, as well as a kitchen/dinning room.  The house also had a pool, and each bedroom had its own little sitting area, you know, one of those couch and chairs-around-a-coffee-table-in front-of-the-TV deals.  Although, the TV was a plasma screen.  The other interesting thing about the house was that none of the windows had glass in them, and the only doorways that actually had doors were the entrance, and the bathrooms.  Instead, for the other doorways, there were these garage-door like roll-up doors to keep the weather out.  I had fun with those.

 

So, anyway, that’s where we stayed.  The view was also killer.  Since we were high-up, we could see just about every one of the British Virgin Islands, which are right next door to the USVI.  We also had a great view of the sunsets over the bay below us.

 

Well, we got there Sunday afternoon.  Winnie, the lady from the rental company met us at the ferry dock, and showed us our cars.  We had to rent two because we all didn’t fit in one with all our stuff.  Mom, Dad, and Allie got a Jeep Liberty, while Jorden and I, since we both have licenses, got a Jeep Wrangler.  Most of the cars on the island are small SUV’s, for obvious reasons.  Once we had all our stuff loaded, Winnie led us to the house.  She unlocked everything for us, showed us how everything worked, and where stuff was, then left, leaving us explicit instructions to call her if we needed anything at all.

 

After that, it was time to see who got what bedroom.  One had a king-sized bed, one had a queen, and the last had twin-beds.  Allie ran into the one with the queen shouting, “This one’s mine!”

 

Jorden and I looked at each other, shrugged, picked up our bags, and went to the one with the twin-beds, since Mom and Dad had the one with the king, and were taking a nap.  We didn’t care, hey, we were twins; we were closer to each other than to anyone else in the world, even our parents.  Well, I immediately started playing with those garage-door thingies, much to Jorden’s amusement.  “You may be older than me (I was by 13 minutes), but you sure do have some interesting ways of having fun,” she said.  I just laughed.  I knew she was gonna start making them go up and down herself.  She and I are a lot alike.

 

Maybe I should describe her to you.  She’s about 5’10”, tall for a girl, but I’m already 6’, and our dad’s 6’4”.  She has long, wavy brown hair, which my mom and Allie are jealous of, which frames her face.  If you’ve seen the music video for the song Collide, the girl in it looks like Jorden.  She has an athletic build, but neither one of us are good at sports, we work tech crew in theater instead, running sound and lights.  Both of us have light skin, but hers is slightly darker than mine; she tans easier, and we both have ice-blue eyes.  She has small boobs too.  I don’t know cup sizes, but I’m guessing wither A or B cup.  She calls them her “handful tits.”

 

So, after our parents had their nap, and I played on my laptop a bit, it was time for dinner.  It’s an all day travel to get here, so we were starved.  We’ve been to the island before, quite a few times actually, so we knew the good restaurants.  We decided to go to Fishtrap; one of my favorites.  Mom, Dad, and Allie took the Liberty, while Jorden and I went in the Wrangler, quoting movies all the way in between switching gears.

 

“Fesic, are there rocks ahead?”

 

“If there are, we’ll all be dead!”

 

“No more rhymes now, I mean it!”

 

“Does anybody want a peanut?”

 

Well, we ate well that night, then headed back home and went to bed.  It’d been a long day.  We spent the next day at the beach hanging out, snorkeling, and I finished the DaVinci Code, a great book.  We went out to eat again that night, then came back to the house and crashed.

 

The next day, Tuesday, started out the same way, but, as I would later discover, it would change my relationship with Jorden forever.

 

We woke up that morning, ready to go.  The plan was to spend the morning at one beach, then go to another one in the afternoon, after we had lunch of course.  We decided to spend the morning at Salt Pond Bay.  It wasn’t too far from the house, so, we piled into the cars and took off.  We parked, then walked down the path to the beach head.  Once we got there, Jorden and I swam off towards Ram Head, ‘cause there’s some good reefs to go snorkeling around. 

 

About an hour later, we headed back towards the beach.  When we got back, we took off our fins and masks, and commandeered the beach chairs from our sister.  Now, before I go on any further, let me say that I had never looked at Jorden in a sexual way before, but seeing her there in her swimsuit, the way her boobs barely filled her top, how her bikini fit around her butt, even her long wet hair, made me realize how hot she actually was, and made someone down under get a little excited.  She looked over and saw me staring at her, and gave me one of her sly smiles, as I tried to move around to get rid of my newly pitched tent.

 

After swimming again for a while, it was time for lunch; my stomach told me so.  One of the reasons we went to Salt Pond was that the Shipwreck (a bar/grill, not an actual wrecked ship) was just back up the road.  They have one of the best burgers on the entire island, just hope you don’t get the crabby bar-tender lady as your waitress, it’d put a damper on your day, trust me.  So, while we were sitting there, talking about Jimmy Buffett, after all, I was eating a cheeseburger in paradise, Jorden looks at me and says, “Hey, instead of hitting the beach, why don’t you and I knock around Cruz Bay?  I’d like to go in some of the shops there.”

 

“Sure,” I said.  “But let’s stop at the house first, I want a new shirt, I think there’s a guppy swimming around in this one.”

 

“Fine by me, I need to grab my purse anyway.”

 

“If you two go into town, have your phones on,” Mom told us.

 

“If you need us, we’re headed to Trunk Bay,” Dad added.

 

“Can I go too?” this one from Allie.

 

“No, you come with us,” Dad told her.  “There’s some good snorkeling there.  I think you’ll like it.”

 

“Well, in that case,” Allie said.

 

We finished eating, and agreed to meet back at the house by 4, so we all could get ready for dinner, and decide where to go.  We got back to the house, and I changed shirts, and Jorden grabbed her purse.

 

We got back in the Jeep and headed towards Cruz Bay, with my iPod playing O.A.R. through the car’s stereo.  This time, we talked about music.  We’re both musicians, and are probably going to make a career out of sound engineering for concerts.

 

“Don’t you think Mick Jagger’s getting a little too old to be touring?”  Jorden asked.

 

“Yeah, but I love the way he smashes his walker at the end of the show.  And Keith Richards looks like he got hit by a comet.”

 

“Be nice,” she said.

 

“What about Kiss?”

 

“Don’t get me started.”

 

We spent a few hours walking in and around the shops by the Fishtrap.  I bought a shell necklace for a friend back home.  Jorden bought this thing that I forget the name of, but it does begin with an “S”.  You wrap it around your waist to cover up your swimsuit.  I have to admit, though I had no idea what it was, she did look good in it.  We also stopped by the Cruz Bay Watersports shop.  She found a swimsuit that she liked, but couldn’t try on, since she didn’t have underwear on: we never changed out of our swimsuits.  It kinda bummed her out.

 

“Hey, I’m sure we’ll be back soon.  You can try it on then,” I told her.

 

“Yeah, you’re right.  Besides, I’d like Allie’s opinion on it.”

 

Right then, my phone rang.  “Hello?” I said, answering.

 

“Where are you guys?  It’s 4:30,” Mom said on the other end of the line. 

 

“Oh shoot, we lost track of the time.  We’re on our way,” I told her.

 

“Actually, we’re going to that new restaurant by us, the one at the bottom of our street.  Meet us there by 5.”

 

“Ok,” I said.  “We’re headed that way right now.  If we get there first, we’ll get a table.”

 

“All right, we’ll see you then.  Bye”

 

“Bye,” I said, then hit end.

 

“’Lemme guess, Mom, right?” Jorden asked, walking up behind me.

 

“Yep.”

“How much trouble are we in?”

 

“I have no idea, but we’re meeting them at the restaurant at 5.  We’d better get going.”

 

“So what’s going on tonight?  I mean, 5’s a little early for us to be eating,” Jorden said.

 

“Hey, we on Island Time mon,” I told her using my best Jamaican accent.  “That or Dad and Allie are worn out.”

 

“Nah, you know those two can go on for hours.”

            “True,” I said, climbing behind the wheel of the Jeep.

 

We drove across the island to Coral Bay with the top down, and without the doors on the jeep. 

 

“It’s pretty down here,” Jorden said to me, curled up in her seat.  “It’d be neat to have a house down here.  One we could come to whenever we wanted,” she said, dreamily.

 

“Yeah, that’d be cool.  I wonder how hard it’d be to convince Dad that we needed one.”

 

“I don’t know, why don’t you ask?”

 

“I think you’d have better luck with that, since you are his daughter.”

 

“Maybe you’re right.”

 

            We made it to the restaurant with ten minutes to spare.  I got us a table for five, and told the hostess the other three were coming.  “Just look for a tall guy with glasses in a Hawaiian shirt with two girls,” I told her jokingly.  She took me seriously.

 

            “Obviously not an islander,” I told Jorden after we had sat down.

            “No,” she said giggling.  “An islander would say something like, ‘hey, no problem mon.’”

 

            True to fashion, they showed up 15 minutes later.  Jorden and I were just starting in on our second sodas.

 

            “What time did you guys get here?” Mom asked as the three of them walked up to the table.

 

            “About ten to five,” Jorden told them.

 

            “We were a little early,” I added.

 

            “So, how was your little trip?” asked Dad.

 

            “Yeah, what’d ‘ya get?  Anything for me?” Allie asked excitedly.

 

            “I got a cover up thing, and Ian got a necklace for Cassie.  Oh, and I also found a great swimsuit, but I’d like your opinion on it before I buy it,” Jorden told her.

 

            The rest of the meal was spent talking about our various escapades during the day.  Dad and Allie went snorkeling around a small island in the bay; saw a shark, two sting rays, and an octopus.  Mom sat on the beach and read a book.  We noticed that Jorden and I were a little underdressed for the place; it was a little fancier than I thought.  Not a burger-and-fries in your swimsuit place, like Shipwreck was.  But the Mahi-Mahi was excellent.  Just don’t ask how much the bill was.

 

            We got back to the house around quarter after 7.  We all went to our separate rooms: Allie went and watched a movie, Mom and Dad read, and Jorden and I went to our room to watch CSI.  When we got there, she said, I’m gonna take a shower now.”

 

            “I shall alert the media,” I said, trying to act like a British butler, but I couldn’t keep a straight face.  She caught the reference and laughed.

 

            About 15 minutes later, all the soda I had drunk at dinner were starting to call, and when nature calls, you don’t let the answering machine get it, you answer promptly.  And lucky for me, all the bathrooms were being used.  So I knocked on the door to ours.  “Jorden, I have to use the hopper,” I called.

 

            “Come on in,” she called back.  So, in I went.  Don’t have to tell me twice.

 

            Allow me to explain one other thing about the house; this particular one has garden showers.  You know, the ones that are technically outside, but are walled in?  To get to it, there’s another of those roll-up doors next to the toilet.  If there’s someone using the commode, they can see whoever’s in the shower.

 

            Being twins, Jorden and I had seen each other naked before, so letting me in wasn’t too much of a surprise.  So here I am, peeing into the toilet, and when I turn around, Jorden’s standing there in the shower, pissing.  Now that ranks among my firsts.  Kinda kinky, but sexy in a way.  She sees me looking, and says, “What?  I had to go.”

 

            So, I went back to the TV, with my newly pitched tent, and finished watching CSI.  It was the one where a dead guy’s found in front of a house, turned out he had fallen out of his parachute harness and died when he hit the roof of the house. 

            I heard the shower turn off with 10 minutes left to go in the program, and out comes Jorden……in the raw.  She came over, sat next to me on the couch, and snuggled right up next to me.  The text has just gone up to a skyscraper, and I can’t hide it.

 

            CSI ended, so we started watching Without a Trace, the one where the blind girl and her teacher are kidnapped, and the blind girl, who was able to escape, leads the FBI to the cabin with the teacher.  Partway through, I looked down at Jorden; she really was really hot.  She was laying there on her side, her head on my shoulder, her little tits, with their tan-lines, and little pink nipples pressed up against my side.  Her small, curved, firm butt with its lines from her bikini bottoms.  Man, I wanted her right there, siblings be damned.

 

            Without A Trace ended, and I was tired, so, we decided to go to bed.  I closed the garage door thingies, and made my way to the bedroom.  “Will you help me push the beds together?” Jorden asked when I got there.  Show was standing there, hands on her hips, her little tits staring at me, and a completely bald land down under glistening with moisture.

 

            “Sure,” I managed to get out.  “I’m guessing you have something planned that I don’t know about.”

 

            “Yep,” she answered.  “I want you to be my first.  Mom and Dad even said they don’t expect us to wait until we’re married to have sex, and I want my first to be with someone who’ll love me the rest of my life. 

 

            “Besides,” she added, “I had my period last week, so we won’t have to worry.”

 

            She and I pushed the beds together.  Then, I lost the swimsuit I was in, and climbed in with her.  We kissed, and our tongues met.  My hands were on her tits, kneading them, playing with them.  We broke the kiss, and she whispered, “Take me, I’m all yours.”

 

            I positioned myself at her opening.  “You’re sure about this?” I asked.

 

            “Yes, I’m sure.”

 

            I pushed in and hit her cherry.  Our eyes met, and she nodded.  I pulled back, then pushed, and tore right through her hymen.  She buried her head in my shoulder and screamed.  I held her tightly until the pain eased.  No going back now.

 

            “Ok, I’m better now,” she said, wiping tears from her face.

 

            I started thrusting, in and out, and she met ever one of my thrusts.  I reveled in the felling of her pussy around my dick.  This was both our first time.  I felt the texture of her love hole, the tightness of it, the warmth.  Small moans escaped from her lips, “Oh, oh, oh, mmm.”  I never thought I’d hear either of my sisters make those sounds.  Then all of a sudden, I hear, “Ahh, oh my god, I’m gonna cum, oh, yeah, ohhhh,” she said as she has her first orgasm, well, at least her first with a guy.

 

            “Jorden,” I said, “I’m gonna cum too.”

 

            “Keep it in me, please,” she said, breathlessly.

 

            I couldn’t hold it any longer.  I blew my load right up her virgin love tube.  Her legs were wrapped around my back, and she nearly passed out as she had another orgasm.  We went on like this late into the night, then fell asleep in each others arms.

 

            We woke up the next morning the same way we had fallen asleep; snuggled together, naked.  We looked at each other, and smiled.  Neither of us wanted what we had felt last night to end.  Jorden looked down at her mound and said, “I have my brother’s cum inside me.”  Then she hugged me.  “We’ll have to do it again sometime soon,” she said with a devilish grin.

 

            “Hey, fine by me.  But first, let’s go find some breakfast.”

 

            “You guys are all alike.”

 

            “Nope, just hungry.”

 

            We pushed the beds apart, then put some clothes on; it wouldn’t do to walk into the kitchen before God and all in the raw.  We walked in, and grabbed some muffins.

 

            “Good morning,” Dad said as he walked in.

 

            “Morning,” we said.

 

            “Sleep well?”

           

            Jorden and I just looked at each other.  “Yeah, great,” we said.

 

            “So, what’s the plan for today?” Mom asked Dad.

 

            “I thought we could spend some time at the sugar mill, then go to the beach, or shopping in Charlotte Amalie,” he said.

 

            “I vote for shopping,” said Allie.  She may be a tom-boy, but she still acts like a girl sometimes.

 

            “I don’t care what we do, so long as food’s involved somewhere,” I said.

 

            “Me too,” said Jorden.

 

            “Ok then.  Sugar Mill in the morning, Skinny Legs for lunch, then shopping in Charlotte Amalie?  Sound good Nita?”

 

            “Fine by me.”

 

            “Ok then.  Everyone get changed and let’s go.”

 

            Jorden and I went back to our room to change.  Neither of us had too much on to begin with, so, we stripped that off, then embraced each other, kissing.  We put on our clothes, brushed our teeth, the usual.  Then we all headed out the door.

 

            Throughout the day, Jorden and I stayed together, which isn’t all that unusual, but if one looked hard enough, they could see something other than a brother-sister relationship, even beyond a twin relationship.

 

 

Well there you have it.  Comments welcome, depending on the response, I may continue the series.  Thanks for reading.  

           

I wanted to be fucked by the horse,its cock was massive,I wanted it inside me,in every hole,I joined my moter inlaw and watched as the horses cock pounded in to her tight cunt,she was loving it,she forced me down between her legs,I sucked at her cunt whilst the  horse cock fucked her.

I wanted it in me,she pulled my cunt lips open and I felt the horse cock penetrate me,it was so big,my cunt was stretched,he pounded into me,I could feel every inch of his cock,I looked across and my husband was licking his fathers arse his tongue darting in and out of the hole.The hoses cock was so big,god did it fuck me,my mother inlaw sat on my face and pissed on me,I licked her piss there was no filth I would not do.

The horse had come inside me but I wanted more,my husband wanted to see me take a cock up my arse,so my father inlaw fucked me.My mother inlaw took me outside and tied me to the fence,she began to beat me first using her hand then a slipper.Over and over again she beat me,she accused me of fucking her husband and fucking her horse.She asked if I liked a cock up my arse,I said yes,did I want  a⬠ horse cock up my arse,yes I said.She bought the horse out ,it mounted me,thrusting its cock deep up my arse,god I loved it.

That night I enjoyed a horses cock,my father inlaw doing absolutely filthy things to me,my husband after fucking his mothers arse  forcing his cock into my mouth,licking my mother inlaws cunt as she piss's in my mouth,there is nothing I will not do.

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One night, just as I finished cooking dinner, I went to call my kids. Bill was not in his room and I went to check on Natalie. I was surprised to see that her door was closed. Without knocking I entered in, and to my shock saw Bill poised over Natalie, both naked, with Bill’s cock in her pussy. I stared with my mouth wide open, as Bill, looking at me, hurriedly removed his cock, just as streams of thick, white viscous fluid ejected from it onto Natalie’s bare skin and on the sheets on her bed. The first shot hit her square on her face, followed by her neck, breasts and remaining body. Both were sweating like dogs, and on seeing my face after having them caught in the act, turned pale. I watched in bewilderment as my son’s cock continue to ejaculate telltale stuff on my daughter’s skin and on the bed sheet, and cum dripping down Natalie’s face, onto her boobs.

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After a long period of silence, in which Bill had soaked Natalie and the things in his vicinity with his enormous load of cum, I managed to open my mouth just to say “Dinner is ready, I want you in the dining room in 5 minutes. You…you both might want to go and get cleaned up.” referring to the mess they had made.

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Bill and Natalie both looked surprised as they were probably expecting a great telling off from their mother. I, however considering the absurdity of the moment, seeing my own children fucking each other, couldn’t manage to think of what to say. I hurried off to arrange the dishes on the table. Both my kids arrived at the table some time later and we had an extraordinarily quiet dinner, and the clinking of cutlery echoed across the room. After we had finished, I ordered both to wait in the living room like obedient kids, while I cleaned the dishes, thinking what I was going to say to them. I had almost forgotten all this while that my kids, whom I still considered to be the simple chubby cheeks babies, had fully developed their reproductive power and had grown up quite a lot. I washed my hands and entered the living room, to see both of them, sitting quietly with their expressions pale.

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I began slowly, “What you were doing was not correct, and I am sparing you only because you both are too young to learn how to resist your sexual urges and while you might have resorted to having sex with each other only to satisfy yourselves temporarily, you must learn not to succumb to your biological urges in the future.” I waited for the words to sink into both of them, and they both slowly nodded.

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“Honestly, do you both understand the gravity of the situation? Natalie, you might have even become pregnant. How long have you both been doing this?” Bill and Natalie looked at each other and then at me.

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“About 3 weeks.” Bill answered

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“Daily?”

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Silence. “Yes”, came the answer simultaneously from both.

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“During what time of the day, and where?”

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Hesitation. Then Natalie managed to speak up “Nighttime, in my bedroom. Sometimes we do it in his bedroom.”

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“Oh dear”, I sighed. “And when did you get your last period?”

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She tried to remember “About two weeks ago.”

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“You sure?”

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“Yes.”

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I thought about it carefully. If Natalie had got her period 2 weeks ago, then she must be in her most fertile phase right now. Thanks to my interruption today, Bill spurted his semen everywhere except Natalie’s vagina. If Bill had cum inside her pussy in the past few days the same way he did in front of me today in the bedroom, there was every chance that Natalie might be pregnant already. For at least another two weeks, I couldn’t allow Bill and Natalie to have sex at any cost. For that I had to make sure Bill doesn’t sneak out of his bedroom into Natalie’s at night.

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“Bill this is very risky. I can’t allow you to do this anymore. You are going to sleep with me at night, in my bedroom, every night starting now, until I can decide what to do about this later on.”

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Both Bill and Natalie’s faces fell, and they looked disappointed. “Kids, you must understand that I’m doing this for your own good. Anyway, its past bedtime know. Change into your nightdresses, it’s late, you and I both have got to go to school tomorrow. Come on, get going. Bill, I want you in my room in 10 minutes.”

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I made my way to my room, to get ready to sleep, when I suddenly remembered that I used to sleep naked, and wondered how I would manage to do that know with Bill sleeping beside me. I closed the door, and began to undress just as Bill entered the room, and saw me my standing there with only my bra and panties on.

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“Mom…wow!” he exclaimed softly beholding the sight before him. He stood there staring at my almost naked body for a long time.

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“Bill, don’t look at me like that, I’m your mother. You’re embarrassing me.” I said, even though I was blushing deeply and smiling. “Could you close your eyes for a moment? I have got to remove these too,” I said pointing at my bra and panty, “And don’t open them, until I tell you too.” I added. I hurriedly removed them, and got into bed and made sure the sheets covered me properly, before I asked him to open his eyes.

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“Are you going to sleep with me naked?” Bill asked.

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I winced at the double meaning of Bill’s question, but still managed to reply, “Yes dear, I always sleep like that.”

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“But even I’m going to sleep naked” Bill told me.

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“And why is that?” I asked him wearily, surprised at this new development.

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“Because I have been sleeping like that for the past one year.”

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I thought about it for a long time. It wouldn’t be much of a problem, until the sheets covered both of us properly. “Okay then, but don’t try to get too close to me.”

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Bill began to undress, with me watching him. He didn’t mind me seeing him at all. Finally he pulled down his boxers, exposing his dick to me for the second time that day. I struggled to get my eyes off it. It must have been at least 8 inches long, and was an exact copy of the one Michael had, probably even bigger. He stood there just like that watching me, with my eyes focused on his flagpole, expecting me to make a comment. “Why are you showing me that so proudly, I have seen better.”, though I had to admit that Bill had one of the finest dicks I had ever seen. “Come on now, get into the bed.”

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Bill got into bed beside me when I realized that we had only one sheet to cover both of us, and it was quite small. I wasn’t sure if I had any spare sheet, and there was no way I was going to get up naked to search for it. It was quite cold and I was compelled to share a bit of sheet with him. The result was that Bill was now too close to me, and I felt goose bumps all over my body, just thinking about the fact that my son was naked, just a few inches beside his mother who was also naked. I tried to push the thought out my mind, switched off the light beside my bed and tried to sleep. But I constantly felt Bill’s dick poking me as we were sleeping quite close with our bodies touching each other. Bill shuffled around uncomfortably quite a lot for the next 15 minutes or so, when I asked him “Are you alright? Why can’t you go to sleep?”

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“I…I need to do it before I got to sleep, you know. Do it with Natalie” Bill answered.

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“Are you nuts? You don’t understand why I made you sleep with me?”

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“But I need to have sex before I fall asleep, it makes me feel comfortable. You know, the secretion of the hormone oxytocin from the pituitary gland is responsible for making humans fall asleep after sex.”

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I almost smiled at his usage of his biological knowledge as an excuse to have sex with Natalie. But I couldn’t allow him to do that.Â

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“Well then go jerk off alone”.

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After a moment’s silence, Bill replied, “It’s been a long time since I have done that, I’m not used to using my hand any more. If you could just allow me…it would take only a few minutes.”

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“I can’t Bill, it’s too risky. The rate at which you have been fucking Natalie, I will be surprised if she isn’t pregnant already. At least wait for a few weeks and see if she gets her period, and then I can get her on the pill.”

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“You mean, I can fuck her after that?”, Bill asked.

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Silence again. “I didn’t say that”, I replied. “Well that’s for me to decide later. Meanwhile, you’re going to stay away from her for at least three weeks.”

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“That’s too long, mom. It’s almost impossible for me to wait that long.”

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I thought about it silently, and then said, “You could have sex with me if you want too…I mean if you’re fine with it.” I didn’t mean to say that, the words just escaped from my mouth. Probably it was because I was starving of sex for a really long time that made me say that. I had abstained from sex for almost a month now.

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Bill’s eyes widened, his face showing bewilderment. “Are you sure?” He asked me. I considered changing my decision, but then it was too late. He was already kneeling on the bed with his flagpole proudly standing 8 inches long, waiting for me. I hesitated, but slowly pulled my sheets aside, exposing my naked body to my son.

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He had a wide boyish grin on his face and scanned my body with his eyes, and a loud “Wow” escaped his lips. I blushed at the compliment, and could not conceal a smile.

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I lay flat on the bed and Bill got over me. My breathing quickened. I had not had sex with anybody for a very long time (except for a jerk who I met at the pub a month ago who was afraid to go beyond fingering me probably because I was at least 10 years older than him.) Bill slowly bent down with his face just inches from my nipples. I immediately guessed what he was going to do.

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“Bill, I want to keep this short and simple. No complicated stuff.” I said in response to his advance.

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I tried to push him away from my bosom, but at that moment, I felt his warm and wet tongue run up my breasts and give my nipple a lick. I gasped loudly in response to the immense pleasure, and felt my nipples becoming taut. I did not make any further attempts to push him away, Instead I pulled him closer, took his hand and guided it to my other breast. He understood, what he was to do, and I told him to be gentle. He then began to suck on my nipple and cupping and squeezing the other breast with his hand. He then repeated the act on my other nipple, and soon I could feel the heat build up around my pussy due to my wet pussy juices.

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After a long period of ferocious sucking and nibbling, Bill moved downwards until he reached my pussy. I knew what he was about to do next, and though a part of my brain wanted to stop him, a long hunger and craving for the forbidden pleasure in the other part of my brain, prevented me from doing so, and I allowed him to continue. He stuck out his tongue, and began to lick my pussy like a hungry dog, clutching my clit with one of his hands, while using the other to pry my pussy lips apart, his tongue forcing its way into me deep dark hole. My moaning become louder with his steady licking and sucking on my clit and soon I lost control and had a very hard orgasm, drenching his face with my pussy juices.

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Bill seemed to enjoy the sight of his own mother cumming shamelessly in front of her son and got up and asked, “You liked that mom?”

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I decided to be honest. “Yes son, I liked it very much, but I am your mother and I can’t allow you to do this everyday.”

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Bill didn’t seem too happy with that, so I added, “I mean, we could continue doing this for the next two weeks but I’m not sure about anything after that.”

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Bill got off me, and lied down on the bed. “Mom, don’t you think I deserve a payment for my services?” he asked mischievously, with a wide grin, pointing me to his cock.

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“Oh dear, you naughty boy, I expected you to say that.” I sighed, but at the same time moved towards him. My face was now millimeters from his cock, as I removed my tongue, and started licking its underside. His cock shot up in response at a breathtakingly high speed, and hit my face smearing his pre-cum on it. I could make out the unique smell, and proceeded to slowly suck his cock-head. I had learned how to give a blowjob, apart from various other things, from the experience with a long list of partners, and Michael was always impressed at my range of new techniques of pleasuring men, when he came home at the end of the year. I expertly ran my tongue around Bill’s 8 incher’s glans before opening my mouth wider to take all of it in. Bill moaned loudly, and said “That’s just awesome, mom, I can’t believe my own mother is sucking her son’s dick so nicely. Where did you learn it?” Bill’s compliment motivated me to further pleasure him, as I slowly took all of Bill’s 8 inches, inch by inch down my throat, and then deliberately gagged and choked on it, thereby heightening Bill’s pleasure. I pulled back, and his cock popped out of my throat, and I licked all of it with my tongue again, followed by deep throating it. The cycle continued for some time, when Bill groaned loudly and suddenly grabbed my head with both hands, and pulled his cock out. His cock jerked and spurted hot white cum all over my face. The first three shots caught me unawares, after which I instinctively wrapped my mouth around his cock and proceeded to swallow his remaining shots. I stirred his thick bitter cum using my tongue, in my mouth, registering its taste. Almost same as Michael’s, I thought, while I struggled to swallow his entire load, with more and more cum spilling out of my mouth onto my already cum-soaked face. Bill must have shot an additional 10 shots of his load inside my mouth, after the initial three unexpected sperm-assaults on my eyes and nose. His cock, after its powerful jerking, began to relax and shrink, while my tongue had to do some work, mopping up the mess Bill had created. The cleaning work continued for some time, as Bill relaxed for some time and his breathing soon returned to normal. His cock rose back up after a short break, and Bill looking at it saying, “Enough foreplay mom, I can’t wait to get to the main thing.”

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I gladly responded to his demand and opened my legs to show him the entrance to the cavern, which his member was probably longing to explore. He placed his cock head at my pussy lips and slowly pushed forward. “Well son, we haven’t got rubbers, and I’m not on the pill, so you’ve got to withdraw when you’re about to come.” I reminded him. He nodded in approval. Further he went, stretching my hole, as I moaned slowly at the pleasure. He then brought his fingers forward to hold my clit, while he continued to push. I gasped loudly when he tugged my hood forward, and then pulled my pussy lips apart slowly while his extra large member was almost in. He pulled out, and I could see his cock glistening with my wetness. He pushed again, this time faster then before and soon his movements and our moaning and groaning became rhythmic. Soon I was so much deeply drowned in pleasure, I wasn’t afraid to scream when I came, not caring whether the sound could wake up others. I hadn’t had such a fierce orgasm like this in a long time, this being at least a ten times better than the first one, and my pussy continued to expel my cum juice out soaking our bodies and the sheets below us with goo. Bill thrust forward one last time and then groaned loudly, as I threw caution to the winds and wrapped my legs around his hips tightly, and manage to say in between my gasps “Bill, please don’t withdraw, I want you to cum inside your Mommy”. I really didn’t know what made me say that. At that moment I didn’t care about the future consequences. The fact that my son’s manhood was about to perform the ultimate act of copulation, which it was destined by nature to do, that too inside his own mother’s fertile garden, gave me immense pleasure. His cock expanded within me…and filled my womb with what felt like a boatload of his hot white cum. I almost felt the warmth of his semen splashing inside my pussy. He then collapsed above me, and both of us were breathing loudly and deeply with me groaning under his heavy weight.

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“Mom, you allowed me to cum inside you. Why did you do that?” Bill asked croakily, his voice showing exhaustion.

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I felt ashamed to tell my son that the reason I didn’t want him to withdraw, was because I had succumbed to nature’s biological itch to procreate, and my son’s half a billion odd army was currently on its way to do the job they were always destined to do.

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“There’s no use crying over spilt milk now”, or rather spilt semen, I thought. “I am very tired now, we’ll discuss it tomorrow, Goodnight, son.”

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We felt thoroughly spent and worn out, and I fell asleep with Bill still on top of me.

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 I opened my eyes and blinked in the bright sunlight, and saw Natalie standing at the entrance of the room, with her eyes and mouth wide open in shock, showing the same expression, I had showed them last night when I caught them both. This time I was caught in the act, while I struggled to get Bill off me. His cock was inside me all night, and when I pushed him aside his cock came out, showing clear evidence to Natalie what had transpired in this room last night.

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“I can explain this.” I told Natalie, as I put on a long shirt, which reached past my thighs, and made my way to the kitchen with Natalie behind me, and Bill still snoring in my bed. It was quite early, only 7 in the morning. While making breakfast I told her the entire episode that happened in my room, until I reached the part when I told Bill to remove his cock before he came, as we didn’t have condoms. But Bill’s cock was inside me when he did come, and it was inside all night long, thereby preventing any chance of his sperm leaking out, and hence all of it might have entered my womb.

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“I guess then we’ll both have to watch for our periods. I’ve always wanted a younger brother, mom. I hope my wish comes true.” Natalie said with a wide grin. “Anyway”, she continued, “Why didn’t Bill withdraw when he came?”

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I clearly remembered the moment when I wrapped my legs around Bill to make him come inside me, and thought about the reason doing that. “I…I didn’t want Bill to spoil the sheets with his load, because they get stained very easily.” That was a half heartedly made up stupid excuse, to which Natalie replied, “Mom, you can definitely think of a better reason then that. “Oh forget it”, I shrugged, as Bill entered the kitchen completely naked with his cock still standing tall.

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Natalie and me just stared at him mildly surprised at his naked entrance.

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“You’re trying to show off your cock, aren’t you? Believe me, I’ve already told you, I’ve seen better than that.” I said, even though I had to admit, that for his age, Bill had a wonderful cock.

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“What were you both talking about?” He asked.

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“About the fact that you might have made two women pregnant in one night.” I replied. “It’s getting late, you both have got school, get going.”

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That night, in my bedroom, I found Bill already undressed lying on the bed. On seeing me undress, his cock automatically shot up as though waiting for me to get into bed.

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“Oh no Bill, not today, please, I am tired”, I said, reading the expression on Bill’s face.

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“Come on Mom, you agreed to have sex with me for the next two weeks.”

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“I don’t know, I forgot to buy condoms today. I wanted to be safe, you know”

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“No problem mom, I assure you this time, I will remove my dick when I come.”

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“Bill, you know I’ve got a tendency to pull you hard onto me using my legs, it might happen again, just as it happened yesterday.”

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Bill thought about it. “We could try a change of position. Doggie-style, maybe” He suggested.

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After a few moments of silence, I gave in. “Fine.”

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I undressed quickly and braced myself into position on the bed, as I felt Bill’s hands hold my hips, and the moment I felt his cock-head on my pussy, I jerked in response to the pleasure. He thrust forward harder this time, and I felt his dick go in a long way, as I moaned softly.

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After a long period of thrusting and pushing, Bill was panting heavily, and then suddenly groaned loudly, when I realized what was about to happen, “Bill, Don’t forget to withdraw” I said, even though I wanted him to cum inside me. Fortunately, Bill was slow to react, and my secret desire was fulfilled as I felt his cock inflate inside me and once again bath my cavern with gallons of his baby making cum. He fell on top of me the same way as before.

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Five minutes later, Natalie came into my room, and saw the same sight she saw earlier in the day. “I knew I was going to see this” she said, as Bill removed his cock covered with both my and his cum. Natalie was smiling and staring at my legs and I looked down to see a white stream of Bill’s cum trickling down my thigh.

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Two weeks after that night, I got the results of my and Natalie’s pregnancy tests. Natalie very surprisingly escaped, in spite of the frequency at which she was having sex with Bill. I however got pregnant with a baby boy, which I owe to the large number of failed attempts of Bill trying not to expel his cum in my unprotected womb, during the last two weeks when he was sleeping with me, to stay away from Natalie. The weird think about all this is that, after taking so many measures to prevent Natalie from becoming pregnant, I myself ended up becoming pregnant. That night at dinner, I told Bill and Natalie that they were going to have a baby brother (Natalie was obviously delighted), and told them not to tell anyone it was Bill’s child. As for Michael, I just had to invent a story about a guy whom I met at the pub, and we had a one-night stand, and I forgot to take my pills on time. Considering Michael’s broad-mindedness, he said it was fine, and he was happy we were going to have another member in my family. I just have to make sure Natalie keeps taking her pills on time. Bill is trying to make most of the time when Michael is away, fucking both Natalie and me, though I have been having lesser and lesser vaginal sex on the doctor’s advice, to reduce the strain on my unborn son. I no longer have to visit the pub anymore, as my sexual needs have been satisfied by Bill all this time. Michael came to visit only after my baby was born, and thankfully he had inherited my eyes and looked like me, as I was scared of the fact that he would look like Michael and Bill, and Michael would guess there is something fishy. After my baby’s birth, Bill and Natalie both made friends at high school, and did not have to fuck each other to quench their sexual thirst. Bringing up the baby was a very good experience and one year later, I desired to become a mother again, and Bill was more than happy to father my child                                                      Â

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I couldn't help it,but withdrew,and quickly got my son's cock inside his mom,and encouraged him to get to fuck her infront of me,before he couldn't last more than a few minutes before he came inside her,there on the stairs in wonderfully full public view,the perfect incest,as we both wanted.

I knew she wanted our sons tiny cock inside her cunt,from a very eary age,so now that he had just only turned thirteen,is was heaven for both of us,as I knew he loved his mom's tits and cunt,when he had a really wonderful good look at her,laying flat out on the grass fully nude in our garden one day,when he got in from school,when I was at work.

 But what made it extra special for me & our son,was seeing the outfit,that my wife wore on our second evening there,she wore only high heels,and a fishnet body stocking,but with round peepholes,cut out,only showing her cunt and tits.

With her nipple rings,and clit rings beautifully & proudly on display like that,everyone we passed smiled so gorgeously at us as we passed them,especially as she was only showing her tits & cunt as she walked hand in hand with our son & I.

Knowing incest is perfectly legal between adults in France,we had to be discrete as to when our son fucked her,so as we wern't seen by any police there,being as he was only a very young lad of thirteen.

Happily for me,his little cock was now big enough to get it inside his mom,as we told him,that we wanted him to fuck her before he left for school in the mornings,and then as soon as he got in from school in the afternoons,when we got back home.

That of course was after the school holidays had finished,and I told him,he could fuck his mom,whenever he liked from then on,especially in our bed beside me,and to cum inside her every time aswell,as my wife & I would dearly loved it if our only young son,could knock her up,even though he was still at school.

During that incrediblly gorgeous holiday at Cap D'Agde in Southern France,our son must have fucked her about three or four times every day,as her cunt was forever swimming with his potent cum inside her.

Purposely,I didn't cum in her,as we wanted only him,to knock her up,so quicly withdrew,& finished of,wanking myself to death as our son fucked my wife.

To see them french kissing whilst they fucked was enough to make me come,as he wonderfully kissed & fucked her beside meto let me see his arse sieze and shudder,as he empty'd as much cum as possible, from his young balls inside her. 

 Sadly she didn't catch,but give him his due,he certainly tried his hardest to get his mom pregnant,as I loved seeing them fuck whenever the wanted to,at any time night or day.

When we did gingerly venture out there,she allways had our son's cum seeping our from within her,as we strolled about,which excited us more than anything.

We stayed there for two weeks,along with about forty thousand other nudists,and had a fantastic holiday,and promised that we'd definitely go there again aswell.

On returning home,we quietly whispered to her divorced dad over the phone about our holday,& our son aswell,and he pleaded with us to pop down and see him,so he to could fuck her like we wanted,so I promised him sincerely,her cunt was his,as soon as we could get down there to see him.

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I parked in the lot and sat for a moment trying to make myself do the right thing. My body moved without me, though, and I watched myself toss my keys in my purse, unbuckle the seatbelt, lock the doors, and smooth out my clothes as I turned and walked toward the room number he’d given me.

 

When I got to the door, I took a deep breath and knocked twice, nonchalantly, as if my body wasn’t shaking and this was really no big deal. He opened the door and for a moment I stared at his eyes, thinking that they were, in fact, as clear and bright as I’d pictured. And then my moment to think had passed. He took me by the waist and pulled me into the room. There was no need for “hellos” as we certainly had better things to do with our limited time.

 

Once inside with the door closed he grinned coquettishly and backed me onto the bed. He dropped to his knees and ran his hand up under my skirt, along my legs but just barely touching my panties. He climbed on top of me and kissed my neck, my chest, then unbuttoned my shirt and unhooked my bra. He took a moment then to stop and play with my breasts, fondling, touching, staring. My body was starting to react. My head went back and my eyes closed. I moaned and inhaled deeply, pushing my breasts tighter against his hands. I could feel my panties becoming very wet.

 

I looked up and caught his eyes again. He seemed to know what that look meant because he slid off of me and back down to the floor. He reached under my skirt and pulled my panties off. My pussy was aching by then- I could feel the extra blood rushing under my skin, making it hot, wet. The feel of his mouth on my lips sent my back into an arch and I inhaled sharply. He licked and sucked gently, with soft nibbles on the outer lips that sent shivers up my spine. Fuck, I was horny. Stop teasing and fuck me, I thought.

 

I opened my eyes and looked down at him. Shit. He was still fully clothed. How in the hell was he going to fuck me with all those clothes on? I ran my hand over his head and tugged gently at his hair at the top of his neck. His head moved up and I sat up on the bed. Then I slid down in front of him so that I was sitting on his legs. I kissed him luxuriously while running my hands over his neck, through his hair, and down his back. I pulled his shit up over his head and he slid his arms out, dropping his hands down to my chest. I kissed him again and then pushed him to the floor.

 

I kissed his chest, running my fingers and stopping for a second to pinch his nipples. I suddenly pinched hard and his body jumped a bit. I flashed him an evil grin and he grabbed my arm and directed my hand down to his pants. I happily obliged him by unbuttoning the top button and kissing lightly down as I unzipped them. I stopped then, looking at him innocently as if I didn’t know what to do from there.

 

He lifted me off of him and stood up, letting his pants drop around his ankles. I was still sitting on the floor so he turned to face me and pulled me to my knees. I took his very hard dick in my hand and stared at it for a minute while I played with it. I ran my fingers lightly up the shaft and cupped his balls lightly with my other hand. 

 

“Suck it,” He said. It wasn’t really a request or a command, even. Just simply a statement about what would be happening in the next few seconds. He was right.

 

I took the head in my mouth and rolled my tongue around the edge. I fondled his shaft as I licked it up and down, occasionally opening my mouth wide and taking as much as I could down my throat. At first he watched me play, but after a minute, he let his head fall back and closed his eyes. He looked like he could go on enjoying it for hours. So I stopped.

 

It took a second for him to realize I had and he looked down curiously as if to see what the problem was. I tried hard not to grin and didn’t exactly succeed. He knew I was just taunting him. Good. I thought. And what are you going to do about it?

 

He took a moment to consider me and then somewhat roughly pulled me up and tossed me on the bed. He stepped out his shoes and pants and then turned back towards the bed and finished removing my top and skirt. He took my arms and pinned them to the bed with his hands and positioned himself above me. He hung there for a moment, teasing me. Turnabout’s fair play, I suppose. Then he lowered himself onto me and I felt him glide smoothly inside of me. I was so wet there was no hindrance to his motion and it went all the way in one swift movement. We both moaned and he stopped, savoring the feeling for a moment. 

 

He then began to move in and out with increasing vigor, his grip on my arms tightening as he thrust himself against me with more and more force. I worried for a moment that there might be red marks left on my arms when we were done. That wouldn’t be good. But it was hard to care. I let him have at me and he did.

 

He stopped again for a moment, catching his breath, then pulled out and bent me over the bed. He positioned himself and slid in easily from behind. This position afforded much deeper penetration and I had to bite down on the blankets to keep some of the sound muffled as he pounded at me. I could feel him beginning to tense up and pulled myself up onto the bed and out of his reach. He half fell onto the bed and I told him, “Oh no, not yet. Come and lay down.”

 

He did and I lingered for just a moment to plant a few light kisses on his wet cock. Then I climbed on top of him and slid myself slowly down onto it. His hands roamed my body as I rocked gently back and forth on him. I then leaned forward, pressing our bodies tightly together and quickened the pace. I could feel the orgasm building inside me as my swollen clit rubbed against him and his dick pulled in and out of my sopping cunt. I bit down on his shoulder as I came, barely remembering to stop before I left a mark. He grabbed me and pulled me tight against him, feeling the vaginal muscles quiver around his cock. My body went limp on top of him and he rolled me onto my back. He took his dick in hand and rubbed it hard and quick, being so close to orgasm himself it took only a few strokes before he was shooting cum all over my chest and neck, with some reaching onto my face. I wiped a drop off of my cheek, then licked it off of my finger.

 

He sat down by my legs for a minute, breathing heavily. Then he said, “We should probably get cleaned up.” I smiled and nodded back at him. He stood up and offered me his hand. I took it and as he helped me up, he said, “Nice to meet you, I’m James.”

 

“Nice to meet you, James, I’m Jenna,” I replied.

I've been writing dirty stories since high school but this is the first time I've posted one of them anywhere. Hope you like it! I imagine more will come in time.

            He let his eyes slide closed and fell easily back into a slumber. She stared down at him, his face relaxed in sleep. God, he’s so beautiful, she thought as she let her fingertips run lightly down his bare arm. Why does he have to be such an ass, she wondered.

            “God, Val, you’re going soft,” she whispered to herself as she rose from the bed. With one last glance back she left the room. As she passed through the bathroom she realized she really was being lax with him. He hasn’t called me mistress in days, she realized.

            “Well, that’s going to change,” she stated firmly, locking the door and resetting the alarm when she left.

            She padded silently down the long hallway to her own suite to shower and change.

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            Conner awoke with a start. He sat up and stared around the empty room wondering what had awakened him. Finally, he picked out the soft sound of running water from the next room. Apparently, someone was filling the tub. He laid back and closed his eyes, wondering when this nightmare would end. His hands went once more to the collar around his neck and he fingered it slowly, trying to find a way to get it off. After several minutes he gave up again. He couldn’t even find a seam in the damn thing.

            The bedroom door opened and Cree stepped into the room. He stared silently at Conner for several seconds before finally motioning to him.

            “Come, you need to bathe.”

            Conner slowly climbed from the bed and padded across the room. Cree followed him at a discreet distance. The tub was filled with hot water as Conner had surmised. He climbed down the steps and sat on the bench, letting the hot water soak into his bruised skin. Finally, he began to wash. Cree busied himself with tidying the room as Conner washed the evidence of the night’s events from his body. When he was finished he climbed from the tub and toweled off. Cree fastened a leash to his collar and led him back to the small cell he’d been confined in the day before. Once here, Cree removed his leash and turned to leave.

            “Wait,” Conner called to him.

            Cree turned to look at him with curiosity.

            “How – how long am I going to be here?”

            “Until the Mistress wants you,” Cree answered and disappeared through the door.

            Conner stared around at his surroundings in frustration and started to pace. Finally, he settled on the mat and leaned into the corner. What seemed like hours later, Cree appeared again with a tray of sandwiches and a glass of soda water. He set them on the floor next to the mat and left again. Conner stared at the offering for several minutes before he finally reached out and took one of the sandwiches and started to eat. He picked at the sandwiches as he ate and slowly sipped at the soda water. When he finished his meal he put the empty glass on the tray and pushed it aside.

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            Valerie watched Conner in his small cell, staring at him intently. She studied his profile as he silently ate his meal then leaned back into the corner when he had finished. He made her wet just watching him, knowing she owned him, he belonged to her. She knew she had to come up with a fitting punishment for his behavior, she just hadn’t thought of anything yet. One thing she had decided, no matter how hard it would be, he had to spend the night alone. Even though she wanted him in her more than anything, she knew she was spoiling him and that had to stop. She would spend the evening alone – and so would he.

            His punishment would begin tomorrow, she finally decided. It would have to be something degrading, humiliating for him, something to hurt that fucking ego of his. Damn, she suddenly remembered, Sarah and Joy were supposed to come for afternoon tea tomorrow.

            “That’s perfect though,” she mumbled to herself. They can see him, see him being punished, she thought. “What’s something men always want to do to women?” she wondered aloud as she prowled around the room, staring at the monitor, watching him. “Crotch ropes,” she answered herself. “Well, pet, I’ll devise my version for you.” She smiled wickedly at the monitor.

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            Conner had no idea how long he had sat alone in the tiny room. He got up and started to pace again when the door opened. Turning, he saw Cree enter with another tray. This one held a bowl of soup, a small steak – already cut – and a glass of white wine. Cree set the tray down and retrieved the empty tray then left the room again without saying a word. Conner stared at the new tray for a moment before sitting down on the mat and helping himself to the meal. Once again, when he finished he pushed the tray aside and leaned into the corner, staring around the small room. Several minutes after Conner had finished his meal Cree retrieved the tray and started out of the room.

            “What’s going on?” Conner asked.

            “What do you mean?” Cree replied.

            “How much longer am I going to be here?”

            “This is your room. You’ll stay here until the Mistress sends for you.” Cree turned and left the room without another word.

            “Damn it!” Conner slammed his fists into the mat. “What the hell am I supposed to do in here all fucking day?”

            He got to his feet and started to pace. Every so often he would pause to smack his fisted hand against a wall or the door. Finally, his anger and frustration spent, he collapsed onto the mat and laid down.

            Valerie watched his antics with amusement. She was concerned he might hurt himself when he slammed his fists into the wall but he didn’t seem to notice any pain so she let him go. When he finally settled on the mat she smiled to herself. She reached out to gently caress his face on the monitor.

            “Just wait until tomorrow, pet,” she whispered.

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            Conner sat staring at the door, waiting for it to open. When Cree finally arrived Conner jumped to his feet and started forward.

            “Stay back,” Cree warned.

            “I want out of here,” Conner growled at him.

            “Too bad. Now sit down.”

            Conner stared at him malevolently until he produced a remote from his pants pocket. He held it up for Conner to see then smiled evilly.

            “Sit down,” he ordered.

            Conner hesitated then slowly backed away and sat down on the mat. Cree grinned at him.

            “Good boy,” he teased.

            Cree set the tray he carried on the floor and slid it across to Conner then left the room. The tray held bacon and eggs with a large glass of juice. He stared down at it in disgust and shoved it away.

            Valerie watched the exchange with interest. She frowned when she saw him push the tray away and refuse to eat. After several hours he still hadn’t touched the food so she went to his room herself. It was time to remind him of his station.

            Conner looked sideways at the door without moving his head. He was surprised to see her instead of the hulking keeper who’d been taunting him. Still he wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of knowing he was glad it was her instead of Cree.

            “You know you’ve misbehaved too much lately. You ignore my rules, you refuse to eat and you’re rude to Cree. This has to stop.”

            “I’m not your fucking slave!” He got to his feet as he shouted at her angrily.

            She stepped away from the door, her hands behind her back, her emerald suite clinging to her body seductively.

            “Yes, you are. I bought and paid for you. You are my property now! I own you!” She stared up at him in defiance as he towered over her. “On your knees, now.”

            “Fuck you!”

            He immediately felt the sharp needles of pain around his neck, arcing through his body. His hands went to his collar as he sank to his knees, gasping for air. He clawed at the collar, trying desperately to pull the thing off, to stop the pain. He bent over at the waist, his head touching the floor. A low moan finally escaped from his throat and the pain disappeared. He panted, gasping for air. Slowly, he sat back on his heels and stared at her with eyes full of hate.

            “You belong to me. You will obey me, pet. I’ve been far too lax with you. You’ve been ignoring my rules and it stops today. You will be punished today for your bad behavior over the last few days. If you learn your lesson well you will only be punished today. If, however, you are slow to learn, you will be punished again tomorrow and the next day and the next, for however long it takes. Do you understand?”

            He stared up at her, refusing to answer. She pressed the remote again and pain tore through him. He grabbed at the collar and stared up at her. Sweat beaded across his body. Finally, she released the remote and his hands fell away from the collar.

            “Do you understand?” she asked again.

            “Yes,” he hissed.

            “Yes, what?” she demanded.

            “Yes, Mistress,” he ground out.

            “That’s better.”

            The door opened and Cree stepped into the room. She handed the remote to him as he passed something to her then she walked around Conner. Leaning over him, she pulled Conner’s hands behind his back and quickly tied his wrists together. She smacked him hard on the ass.

            “Sit up,” she demanded.

            He sat up, moving off his legs. She kicked his knees further apart and ran the rope she used to tie his wrists together between his legs.

            “Don’t move,” she warned him then walked around him to stand in front of him. She slowly knelt down and grasped the rope then used it to tie around his balls and cock, separating them. He fought back a groan as she tightened the rope around him, pulling it hard through his ass crack. When she was finished with the rope she turned back to Cree. He handed her a black zippered full-face mask. She pulled it over Conner’s head and zipped it into place. There were eye holes and holes for his nose so he could breath but the hole where his mouth should be was zipped closed. “You will spend the day with me while I work and receive guests. You will remain on your knees throughout the day.” She held up the long end of the rope tied around his cock and balls. “This is your leash for the day.” She gave it a gentle tug, drawing a grunt from him. “Do you understand?”

            He mumbled a reply that was barely audible through the mask. She smiled down at him and patted his head.

            “Good boy, pet.” She turned from him and started out of the room when Cree opened the door for her. He had no choice but to follow since she still had a firm grip on the rope that was now attached to his prick.

Moving forward as quickly as he could on his knees he followed her from the room. He watched her hips sway as she walked ahead of him down the long hall to the elevator. While they rode down three flights in the elevator she played idly with his nipples. When it stopped and the doors slid open she stepped out, tugging on his leash. She led him to an exquisitely decorated office where she planted herself behind a large oak desk. He was relieved when she sat down realizing that meant rest for him. She worked quietly at her computer for several hours then finally turned to stare at him. Her right hand reached out to tweak his nipples.

“You know, I’ve been thinking about piercing these,” she murmured as she pinched his nipples.

He looked up at her with horror in his eyes, trying to lean away from her touch.

“Would you prefer I pierce something else?” she asked, her hand snaking down his body to grasp his cock.

His head shook savagely from side to side while he mumbled wildly behind the mask. She stared down at him in silence for a moment then laughed gaily, drawing her hand back up his body, raking her fingernails over his skin lightly.

“You’re such a baby, pet.” She glanced at her watch then turned her attention back to him. “It’s almost time for my visitors to arrive. We’re having company for tea.”

He moaned through the mask. She ignored him as she got to her feet and tugged on his leash, leading him toward the door.

“Come along, pet.”

She led him down a short hallway to a luxuriously furnished sitting room. Crossing the room, she chose to sit in a tall, high-backed arm chair. He sat back on his heels and waited, wondering what would happen next, remembering the last time she had guests. When the doorbell chimed he jerked noticeably, drawing a light chuckle from her.

“You really need to calm down, pet,” she commented lightly, locking his leash around the arm of the chair.

Cree entered the room with a striking blonde woman on his heels. Val rose from her seat and met the woman halfway across the room. The two hugged warmly for a moment.

“What on earth do you have?” the blonde asked as they separated. She stared intently at Conner’s bound form.

“He’s my new pet,” Val replied. “What do you think?”

“I think I want one.” She stalked around him, letting her hands slide over his shoulders to squeeze his muscular arms. “He’s gorgeous. Why’s he leashed like that?”

“He refuses to obey my rules so he’s being punished.”

“Oh, God, Val!” she cried when she knelt in front of him and reached for his cock. “He’s built in every way.”

“Stop! You’ll make him worse than he already is.”

They laughed as the blonde got to her feet and they both turned toward the door where Cree showed a brunette into the room.

“Sorry I’m late – what on earth?” She gave each woman a quick hug and headed straight for Conner.

“He’s my new pet. He refuses to behave so he’s being punished.”

“Where can I get one?” she cried, staring lewdly at Conner’s exposed body.

“Sorry, you’ll have to find your own, Sarah. Let’s have tea, shall we, ladies?”

Cree brought in a cart with a teapot and cups with several small cakes and cookies. Conner stared at the women with a mixture of hatred and hunger as he watched them enjoy the food and one another’s company. When they finished Val suddenly seemed to notice him again.

“Pet, would you like to join us?” she asked sweetly.

He stared silently at her. She rose from her seat on the settee across the room and strode forward, toward him. Reaching out, she freed his leash from the chair arm and led him across the room. She positioned him in the center of their little circle and fastened his leash around the arm of another chair.

“He really is built, Val,” Sarah commented.

“He’s certainly easy on the eyes,” the blonde commented.

“Thank you, Joy,” Val replied. “I’ve been thinking about having his nipples pierced. What do you ladies think?”

“Oh, no, Val, don’t ruin him,” Sarah cried, reaching out to run her hands over his chest.

“Piercings might be fun,” Joy commented slowly. “But I think you should leave him like he is. He doesn’t need anything to make him look better. He’s gorgeous just as he is.”

The three women stared openly at Conner’s nude and bound form.

“I don’t know,” Val said slowly. “Maybe…”

“Can we feed him?” Joy asked.

Val eyed Conner suspiciously. Slowly, she pulled a remote from her pocket and laid it on the table where he could see it.

“Will you behave yourself, pet?”

He stared at the remote and slowly shook his head up and down. She reached out to pat his ass.

“Good boy,” she commented before opening the zipper locking the mask closed over his mouth. Once it was open she leaned down and pressed her lips against his, snaking her tongue inside his mouth. When she finally pulled away, they were both a bit breathless.

“Goodness, he excites easily doesn’t he?” Joy asked.

They all looked down to see his prick stiffening. Val took one of the cookies from the tray and offered it to him. He obediently opened his mouth and she gingerly fed it to him. Sarah followed Val’s actions and carefully fed him another cookie.

“God, he has beautiful eyes,” she commented as he chewed the cookie she had given him.

Joy offered him another cookie and, although he really didn’t want it, he accepted it and chewed it slowly. Val filled a cup half full and stared into his eyes as he ate.

“Do you like sugar with your tea, pet?”

“No, Mistress,” he whispered.

She smiled at him. “What about cream?”

“No, Mistress.”

“Very well,” she replied and raised the cup to his lips. She carefully tilted it up so he could sip from it.  When he moved his head slightly to indicate he was finished with the tea she moved the cup back to the table.

Her visitors fed him a few more cookies then said their goodbyes and made their exits. She saw him studying her as she walked back to him across the room. Sitting down on the settee again she stared at him in silence for a moment. She reached out to run her right hand over his chest when she finally spoke.

“You did very well, pet. I’m proud of you.”

He remained silent, staring at her malevolently. She smiled down at him.

“You hate me right now, don’t you?”

“Hate is a strong word, Mistress.”

She laughed brightly as she removed the hood covering his head and face then tossed it aside. “You can say it, pet. I give you free reign to answer my question. You hate me right now, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Because I hate you and what you did to my husband,” she spat out. “You deserve this treatment, Conner and you know it.”

“I may have ordered people killed but I never humiliated anyone.”

“But you caused incalculable grief and pain.”

He sighed heavily, staring up at her. “I’m sorry, Valerie, I never –”

The words were knocked from his mouth when the back of her hand connected with his temple almost knocking him over. He stumbled on his knees until he caught himself and managed to steady himself without falling. He glared at her, his head throbbing.

“Don’t you ever use my name, you bastard!”

She left her seat and strode from the room without looking back.

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Conner turned his head, looking over his shoulder to see who had entered the room. He was surprised to see Val walking toward him. She had changed into a long, black evening dress which clung to her curves and displayed her ample bosom  It was slit high up the left leg. Watching her, he could feel himself growing hard. When she drew near she reached out and grasped his leash, freeing it from the chair arm.

“Get up. We’re going to dinner.” She tugged on his leash and turned on her heel.

He stumbled to his feet and hurriedly followed her from the room. She led him to a massive dining room where a long table was set for a formal affair. When they stopped next to a chair on one side of the table he stared down at her in bewilderment.

“Sit down,” she said.

He did as he was told, wincing as the rope cut into his ass and pulled on his genitals. She knelt in front of him and quickly cuffed his ankles to the chair legs then pulled a knife from the table and cut the rope from around his cock and balls and tossed it away. Quickly tying a new rope around his genitals she stretched the ends of the rope up around his waist and around the chair, tying him in place. Then she moved behind him and cut the rope binding his hands. Once his hands were free she shoved the chair in toward the table. When she had him place where she wanted him she moved to sit in the chair directly across from him on the other side of the table. As soon as she was seated their meal was served.

They ate the first course in silence. He enjoyed the food. It was definitely better than the sandwiches, soup and steak he’d been given thus far. As they started the second course she finally broke the silence that lay heavily between them.

“You have been rude to my staff, you attacked me and you refuse to call me Mistress. These are things I cannot tolerate. This is why you are being punished today. The punishments will continue until you decide to cooperate. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he replied softly.

She stared at him in surprise, her fork halfway to her mouth. She studied him for several minutes then finally took the bite of food she held aloft. As she chewed she continued to study him.

“Don’t try to con me,” she finally warned him.

“I’m not, Mistress.”

“We’ll see,” was all she said as she stared at him through narrowed eyes.

They continued their meal in silence. As they ate she would tease him by running her bare foot up his leg to his groin where she would then use her toes to play with his prick. The first time she did this he jerked noticeably, drawing a chuckle from her. When they finally finished their meal, she shoved her plate aside and stared at him brazenly. Slowly, she got up from her seat and moved around to his side of the table. She pulled his chair away from the table and straddled his lap, letting the slit in the side of her dress fall open. He was surprised to find that she wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“Well, pet, you seem to be interested in what you see,” she teased. “Would you like to go upstairs and play?”

He stared up at her wondering if he should answer her question. She reached out to pinch his nipples when he didn’t respond.

“Would you?” she demanded.

“Yes, Mistress.”

She reached across the table and picked up a small remote then dropped it into the bodice of her gown. Before turning back to him she plucked a knife from the table then turned around and wrapped her arms around him to cut the rope away from the chair. She got to her feet and laid the knife back on the table, well out of his reach, then knelt in front of him and freed his ankles. She gripped the ends of the rope that was still tied around his cock and balls and tugged lightly.

“Come along, pet.”

He got to his feet and followed her to the elevator. They rode in silence up to the third floor. When the doors opened they had arrived in a familiar hallway. She led him through the large bathroom to the mirrored bedroom. They climbed up on the dais the bed sat on but she led him to the foot of the bed instead of the side of the bed. She positioned him at the middle of the foot of the bed, facing the bed,.and tied the ends of the rope she had used as a leash to the metal footboard. She left him standing in place for a moment then returned with more ropes. She pushed against his shoulders until he bent forward over the footboard with his face almost touching the mattress.

“Stay down there,” she instructed him.

Then she took his left arm and tied an end of one piece of rope around his wrist and stretched his arm out toward the bedpost. She tied his arm in place and moved to his other side to do the same. Then she repeated the process with his ankles, spreading his feet wide. Once she had him tied in place she removed the rope from around his prick and balls, tossing it aside. She disappeared again for several minutes. He tried to look over his shoulder to see where she was but he couldn’t tell where she had gone or what she was doing, he could only hear the rustling of her dress.

Suddenly, he felt her hands on his back, rubbing in slow circles up and down his back. Her hands worked their way down to his hips where she kneaded and squeezed his buttocks.

“God, pet, you have a wonderful ass,” she commented in a soft voice. “I bet it’s a virgin ass too, isn’t it?”

“Wh-what?”

He felt something cold hit his ass, her fingers working it in around his anal ring. He tried in vain to pull away from her, drawing a cackle from her.

“You’d better relax, pet, or this could really hurt.”

He felt something pushing against his asshole. Struggling, he tried to keep the invader out but it was relentless and slowly pushed its way inside his bowel. He clenched his jaw and moaned low in his throat. Her hands gripped his hips tightly as she shoved a thin strap-on dildo up his ass. Once she had it in she started to work it in and out, ass-fucking him with it.

“Ohhhh, God, pet. You’re so fucking tight. You are an ass virgin, aren’t you?”

He ignored her taunts and rolled his hands into fists, gripping his restraints tightly.

“I love your fucking ass, pet,” she purred as she plunged in and out of him, her hands gripping his hips tightly. “The best part is the other end of the fucking dildo is inside me, pet. You’re fucking me while I’m ass fucking you!”

She bit off her laugh as she started to orgasm. Her fingernails cut into his skin where she gripped his hips. Suddenly, she rammed the dildo up his ass and wrapped her arms around his waist, squeezing him tightly as she screamed in pleasure. He squeezed his eyes closed and prayed for it to end. Finally, she pulled out of his ass and removed the dildo, tossing it aside. She climbed onto the bed and spread her legs, thrusting her wet pussy under his face.

“Lick me,” she demanded. “Make me cum again.”

When she got no response, she grabbed a handful of his dark hair and shoved his face into her hot, wet cunt.

“Eat me!”

He still refused to obey her. She reached out and grabbed the nearest tool at hand. It turned out to be a flogger. She swung it over his back, swatting him hard with it.

“Lick me! Eat me!” she demanded, striking him with the flogger with each command.

He refused. She jerked his head up and down with the hand she had tangled in his hair and struck him with the flogger with the other hand, screaming at him. Finally, exhausted by her efforts, tears flowing, she tossed the flogger away and crawled away from. She curled up in a fetal position at the head of the bed, ignoring her prisoner, still tied at the foot of the bed. Sobbing into the pillows she eventually tired herself out and fell into a slumber. Conner watched her through his lashes. When he realized that she was asleep he started to pull at his bonds. It took him almost an hour but he eventually managed to get his right wrist free. Then his left wrist quickly followed. Once his hands were free he quickly released his ankles.

He wiped his face on the coverlet of the bed then silently moved away from the bed and stretched his tired and sore muscles. Then he stood and stared at his tiny tormentor, still sleeping on one corner of the bed. He quietly walked around the edge of the bed and climbed back up on the dais. Watching her carefully, he climbed back up onto the bed next to her. Cuddling close, he spooned her against him and gently kissed her exposed neck. He let his lips move along her neck to her shoulder as his right hand slipped between her arms to tease her nipples.

She moaned lightly and shifted her position. He used the opportunity to pull her tighter into his arms, slipping his left arm under her. His right hand slid down between her legs to tease her pussy while his left hand tenderly pinched and twisted her nipples. He kissed and nipped along her neck. Suddenly, she stiffened in his arms and he knew she had awakened.

“Shhh,” he whispered. “Let me take care of you.”

“Wh –”

He stopped her questions by covering her mouth with his, letting his tongue snake in between her teeth to tease hers. She moaned low in her throat in response. His hands continued to manipulate her body as he turned her and moved on top of her, carefully positioning himself between her legs. When he tried to push his hard cock between her pussy lips, he felt no resistance so he continued to push. He felt her arch up to meet him and pushed all the way in. She pulled her mouth away from him and clutched his hips to her.

“Oh, God, yessss,” she cried.

He chewed on her neck while his hands played with her tits and clit, driving her wild beneath him, as he pumped in and out of her velvet tunnel. Her fingernails dug into his ass cheeks and she bit his neck and earlobe.

“I’m – I’m – oh, God, I’m cumming!” she cried, gripping his ass and pulling him tight against her. Her legs wrapped around his waist, holding him tightly.

When her vagina clenched around him, he couldn’t hold back. He shot his load deep into her womb. He clutched her to him, holding her close, shoving his prick as far into her as he could.

“Oh, God, Conner,” she whispered, still trembling in his arms.

“I’m sorry, Mistress. I didn’t mean to cause you so much pain,” he whispered in her ear. “I never realized…”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I responded, leave the window open. 

After about another half-hour of internet reports, I shut down the computer and headed to the car. It was about a 30-minute drive to Stephenie's, so I sent her a message to remind her. 

Her response was a picture message of her fingering her pussy. I could tell this was going to be a good night. I cranked up the radio and headed south on the local highway, speeding where I could. I couldn't help but imagining the thought of Stephine's cunt though. It was always so tight around my cock and she knew just how to make her muscles tense when I was about to cum. That wasn't the best part though. I couldn't wait to shove my face in between her thighs and lick up every last drop of her wonderful juice. That's what I was going for.

In about 25 minutes I was on Stephenie's road. Just in case her Dad woke up, I parked at a gravel lot about a quarter of a mile away. The sign said no parking after 7 p.m. on Fridays, but my dick can't read. 

I got out and ducked behind some trees, hearing a car in the distance. As it got closer, I noticed it was a Sheriff's Deputy. The car slowed up as it saw my car in the gravel lot. I knew they didn't give tickets for parking there, everybody did it. But they did watch closely because it was a great place to get laid if you couldn't at home or at a party. 

This officer was quite inquisitive, though. And pulled in and got out of his car. After peering into my car with his flashlight, he scanned the bushes I was hiding in. I don't know what made me do it - but something said run. So I did. 

The deputy yelled after me and chased for about a 100 yards, but I ducked away off the path. He was kind of big, so I guess he gave up. I doubled-back to check and make sure he wasn't running my tags - he was gone. Nothing like a little adreneline rush to get your dick throbbing, right?

I half-walked, half-jogged through the woods alongside Steph's road. When I got to her house, I jumped the fence quietly and snuck around back. Her window was on the lower floor, beneath a deck - which made for good cover just in case. The window was open and I climbed in. I was ready to blow.