Saturday, April 26, 2008
Oh Brother !
Let me tell you a little about myself before I start. My name is Samantha, a typical 12 year old, living in a leafy suburban street on the north shore of Sydney. I go to the local private school and my parents are good hard working people who have sound morals and a happy family life. I am a happy young girl who is just entering puberty and experiencing all those mystical feelings. I'm still quite small standing 4'11" and weighing 86lbs. I have been mistaken for being much younger and, more annoyingly, a boy. But since I've grown my blonde hair down to my shoulders I get mistaken less as a boy.
My story starts during the summer holidays when mum and dad work during the day and my brother, Joshua who is 5'5 fair haired with a nice athletic body, and I usually stay with friends or my grand parents but since he turned 15 they have let me stay home alone. They are both quite nervous about leaving us on our own so they asked our neighbor to look in on us at some stage during each day just to check we're alright and so we have someone close by if we need anything. His name is Jeff, a nice looking 30 year old, and a very friendly and helpful neighbor. He fixed my bike last year and helped Josh build his canoe.
"Get up" mum says poking her head around my door. "You'll have to get your own breakfast, we haven't got time to wait".
I sit up in bed and look out my window. The sun is shining in through the window I left open last night. I pull the sheet back and stand up, stretching and yawning. Turning, I see myself in the full length mirror in the corner of my room. I see a small girl wearing a singlet top that doesn't quite come down to her belly button and a pair of panties that have seen better days. Infact, my panties have been washed so many times the material is so thin you can almost see through them and as I have grown they are quite tight clinging to my small round bottom and narrow hips. But they are my favorite panties so I'm quite proud of them
"I'm up mum", I call back in a sleepy tone.
"We have to go now, you have remembered that Josh is going to Uncle Dave's, haven't you?" mum calls back.
I run out of my room, down the hall and into the family room. Dad has just opened the door with his briefcase and car keys in his hands. Josh is already out by the car. I run over and give dad a hug.
"Bye dad, have a good day. Bye mum" I give mum a hug.
"Now you go and get changed I don't want you staying in those clothes all day" mum says collecting her gear.
"Sure, I'll have a shower and change as soon as you go" I reply.
The door closes and I watch from the window as dad reverses the Saab out of the driveway and then off down the street. My heart jumps as they disappear and I run back into my room and pick up my laptop that they gave me for my birthday and put it on my bed. I open the screen and log on to yahoo messenger and see that some of my online friends are there. Before I have a chance to choose whom I will chat to today a message pops up.
"Hi Sammi."
I respond as I usually do. We chat for a while and then he says he has to go to bed as he lives in Canada and it's early morning where he is.
I leave my laptop on my bed and run into the bathroom for a wee. While sitting on the toilet I think how much fun it is chatting and how lucky I am to have my very own computer as none of my friends have one of their own yet.
I climb back on my bed and see another message on my screen.
"Hey." Say the sender. I look at the name but don't recognize it.
"Hi", I send back confused as I have about 15 friends I chat with but this one is new.
"a/s/l", comes back which is quite normal when you first meet someone.
I type in, 12/f/Sydney, as normal.
Well, my new-found friend gets quite excited about this as he is from Brisbane and said he is 15. We chat for ages and, as usually happens, the chat comes round to sex. By now it's about lunchtime but I am having such a good conversation, time has passed me by. He then asks if I have a cam. I tell him I don't have a cam and he informs me he is on his uncle's computer and it has a cam attached. After a short pause the webcam request appears on my screen and I accept. Well there he is in full colour, my new found friend. He is also on his own and he has only boxer shorts on as he hadn't changed yet either. He wants to know more about me. He asks what my bra size is and I tell him I don't wear a bra yet as mum says that I shouldn't get one until I need it. He asks if I have any hair between my legs and I tell him that it was just starting to grow but is very light and soft and not really visible yet.
There is another pause and he asks if I'd like to see his cock. I then pause. My heart is jumping everywhere with excitement yet I am very nervous as I have never even seen a webcam on my computer let alone this. I change my sitting position on my bed as I move to a kneeling position and then sunk right down so I am sitting on my feet with my knees apart and my laptop between them so I can still type easily.
"Well, do u wanna see my cock," he asked again over the chat.
"Yeah," I replied with my heart pounding and my hands shaking.
The cam moves down his adolescent body, all the way down. He has taken his boxers off and his cock appears on my computer screen. I gasp as I see it and tingling feelings run through me. His cock is hard with a neat roll of skin just under the rim of his knob and a small purple vein running down the side. There is a small patch of dark hair just above the base and his balls look smooth and hairless.
"Wow," I type and watch his hand grip his shaft and slowly move up and back sliding his skin down then back up half way over his knob. He keeps up a slow rhythm while telling me what he would like to do to my sweet little pussy. I feel shivers run through me and I look down at my panties that are tight round my hips. The thin material is clinging to my pussy lips that are now slightly swollen and pushing out the thin material. I can easily see the outline of my curves, the creases that join the tops of my slender legs to my pussy and the thin slit that separates my skin in the middle. The material cuts into my creases.
Jeff looks at his watch, 12.30, and thinks he had better go and check Samantha. He has been working in the garden for a few hours and has just got out of the shower. He picks up his board shorts and pulls them on not bothering about any speedos under them as he is only going over for a few minutes to check on his neighbor. He puts on a tshirt and walks bare foot over his lawn through the back gate and to his neighbor's back door.
As usual, he takes the key from under the tin on the window sill and opens the door. He walks into the family room and looks around. The room is tidy but empty so he continues into the hallway.
"You ever seen a guy cum," my new found friend types.
"No," I answer with shaky fingers. I could feel the tingling in my groin and the familiar itch that I get when I masturbate but this time I have not even touched myself, just watched the screen.
He does not type any more and his hand moves faster along his cock. Then he grips himself tight and a spurt of cum spits out the end and a second, and a third. My whole body shakes as I watch him cum right in front of my eyes. I feel strong tingling sensations down my back and deep in my groin. I just sit there watching as he gives one last tug squeezing a drop of cum out the tip of his cock with his foreskin nearly covering it. As the drop builds up and about to drop off the end, he stops the cam and signs out. I am left with this picture of his adolescent cock with a gooey drop on the tip of it, on my screen with me leaning forward looking closely and shivering with excitement.
Jeff passes the main bedroom and makes his way further up to my bedroom. The door is slightly open but there is no light shining from it so he doesn't think I'm in there but he puts his head around the door anyway. He is confronted with the vision of me sitting on my bed with my back to him. My singlet top has ridden half way up my back as I lean forward and just the top of my panties can be seen. Curious, he moves in quietly to see what I am doing and as he gets closer he sees my computer screen and catches the view of my new friend giving his third spurt, then squeezing his cock. The image freezes with his cock in full view.
The floor creaks and I turn my head quickly.
"Shit," I gasp pressing a button to close the screen but in my haste I press the wrong button. The screen stays on and I fumble to turn it off finally blackening out the screen. I sit there not game to move looking straight ahead knowing that Jeff saw my screen and feeling very embarrassed and scared.
"Sorry, just checking that you are alright," Jeff says in an awkward tone. "I won't tell your folks what I saw if that's what you're worried about," he continues after a very tense silence.
I glance over my shoulder at him standing there then turn back, "thanks", my voice is shaky. "I can explain" I start but then stop because I don't think I can explain.
I slowly turn round to look at him and find out what he is really thinking. I move my self off my feet and swivel swinging one leg round and sitting facing him with one leg out flat on my bed the other bent and slightly to the side.
"I won't tell then, I promise Sammi but I really don't think a girl of your age should be looking at that sort of stuff."
I look into Jeff's eyes to try and read his mind and notice his eyes drop down my body, and stare for a moment before joining mine again. A shiver runs up my back and when he looks away for a moment I quickly look down at my panties. Panic hits me as I see my thin tight panties hugging my very swollen pussy lips with a bit of my skin poking out the leg of my panties and a very dark wet patch underneath with a thick wet line running along my slit. The material is so stretched that it's almost completely transparent.
I quickly close my legs but not quickly enough to stop Jeff from taking another good look. I feel my face blushing as I look at him and a small sly smile forms on his face.
Feeling very self conscious and embarrassed, I drop my eyes and, without meaning I focus on his board shorts. I can see an obvious bulge in them and the outline is not dissimilar to what I have just witnessed. I focus in closer at the vertical tube shaped bulge in his shorts then I quickly look away as I realize I am staring at it.
"Sammi, I promise I will not tell your folks, but this can get you into trouble if your not careful," Jeff breaks the silence and some of the built up tension.
"Do you view guys webcam's often?" Jeff enquires probably trying to soften the tense atmosphere in the room.
"No. No, that's the first time actually," I answer after a short pause. "I don't even know him, he is new to my friends list."
I can't help myself and my eyes quickly venture down to his shorts again. As he doesn't have anything under his board shorts, being made of thin material, the outline of his erect cock is now obvious and a damp spot has formed at the tip of his bulge. I quickly look back to his eyes.
"That guy jerked off on cam for you, didn't he?" Jeff again inquires. "And it's the first time you have ever seen a guy jerk off?"
Still feeling very embarrassed and uncomfortable with the situation I felt it better if I was honest with him.
"Yeah, I've never seen that before. I've never even seen a boy with his thing like that before," I say honestly and innocently feeling a little better about the situation.
Jeff moves further into the room and he is now only about 2 feet from me. I can't help myself and again my eyes lower and look at his obvious bulge and the damp patch that is getting bigger. I look back up to him
There is a sly smile on his face and his eyes are roaming over my small body sitting slightly curled up on my bed.
"Would you like to see one for real?"
His words echo in my head, I can't believe he has said that. My mind is racing but going nowhere. I don't answer, I just sit there staring at him then I look away still rocked by his words.
"Well, you've just seen one on cam, would you like to see one for real?"
The words again cause a sense of panic to race through me. I look back into his eyes. He is staring into mine and his smile gets broader. I look down and his bulge has formed an even larger wet patch with a drop starting to form as it presses through the material.
"Its alright Sammi, I wont tell your folks if you don't."
With that he gently undoes the drawstring of his shorts and loosens them. I watch his bulge move as he looses the waistband more. Jeff takes a short step forward so his legs are now pressing on the edge on my bed less that a foot from where I am sitting. He is quite a bit taller than me ever though he is only about 5'7" tall and I look at his shorts and the waistband pushing out from his tummy a little by the strength of his bulge causing a gap at the top and I'm look slightly down at it.
Jeff takes my hand and sucks his tummy in a little then slides my hand down into the gap between his waistband and his tummy, into his shorts. I feel the soft skin of his lower tummy then I pull my hand back out. I'm trembling with the unknown and very nervous.
"Don't be scared," his voice is calm. He slides his hand into his shorts and I watch as his hand moves round pushing out the material at the front. He takes a step back with his hand still in his shorts. I'm mesmerized by the whole situation. I feel a tingle and itch in my groin and a strong urge to scratch it.
Jeff then grabs his shorts and slowly pulls then down over his cock and bottom then lets them fall to the floor. I stare at his cock. It's about the same size as the one on the cam except Jeff has a bit more hair and his knob is covered in skin. He just stands there giving me a full view of his 5" member.
Very calmly and purposefully he grips his cock with his thumb and two fingers and pulls them down his shaft. I watch as the skin round the top pulls back showing the helmet shaped knob like the boy on cam. His knob looks slightly bigger than his shaft and the rim protrudes out noticeably. On the tip there is some fluid seeping out forming a small droplet.
He wipes his finger over his tip and catches the small droplet and then wipes it on his tongue smiling at me. Without a word, he squeezes my hand more and moves it up his shaft causing another droplet to form. Gripping the shaft of his cock he starts to gently moves it up and back. I look up at him and he holds my eyes with his. There is a strange expression on his face and I keep staring into his eyes, then I look back down at his cock. Every time he moves his hand down the skin pulls back from his knob and then it's covered back over as his hand moves up.
His pace quickens and he moves a little, standing there with his legs spread and breathing deeper, looking down at what he is doing then back up to my eyes. I just sit there on my bed mesmerized.
He lets go of his cock and takes a deep labored breath.
"Ohhhh, that was close, nearly came," his voice a bit shaky and his cock points up and out with a slight bend to the left. It twitches jerking up a tiny bit but enough to make it wobble when it does.
He smiles, "Your turn Sammi."
With those words a shiver runs through me. He wants me to masturbate with him watching? I don't think so.
"Hey Sammi, don't be scared, I showed you how I do it, the least you can do is show me how you do it," his voice is still friendly but a little more assertive.
"I can't," my voice is very shaky and timid.
"Of course you can, you were doing it just before weren't you?"
"No. No, I was just watching honest," my voice is very nervous.
"Alright then, just show me your panties."
I sit there shaking, feeling very excited on one hand and very nervous on the other. I move a little on the bed so I'm now facing Jeff.
"There that wasn't too bad, now show me those sexy panties of yours."
I straighten one leg out on my bed then hesitate.
"Go on," his voice is encouraging.
I move my other leg so my knee is bent and I open my bent knee out. My panties are puffed out with a huge damp patch at the front, most of the front looks wet. The material clings to my swollen pussy lips and my thin slit is no longer thin but bloated and open like a petal. As the material is thin and wet its almost transparent.
Jeff grips his cock again and slowly jerks his cock looking at the very sensuous sight before him.
"Do you masturbate," his voice is soft.
"Yeah" I reply shyly.
"Show me how you do it," his voice, for the first time, sound a bit nervous.
I hesitate, there are so many strange new feeling flowing through me I an overwhelmed.
"Go on, I know you want to," he encourages me, his hand still working his cock slowly.
I reach one hand down and place it on my panties. I can feel the wetness coming through the material and I gently press my fingers into my spongy lips. I look up as I hear Jeff moan softly and he pulls his skin back and shows me his cock head covered in precum and glistening in the light.
I move my fingers gently, massaging my spongy mound. My hips move slightly and my bent knee rocks out a little more. I look up and Jeff is standing there with his cock in his hands but not moving, just staring. He looks strange with his tshirt coming to just above his hips then nothing, naked from there down.
Jeff coughs to clear his throat, "take your panties off," his voice is shaky.
I don't answer him, my fingers keep working my puffy mound.
"Please Sammi, I've shown you mine, please show me yours," there is a touch of desperation in his voice.
Butterflies rip through my tummy and my head tells me not to be stupid, but I grip the sides of my panties and pull down at the same time lifting my bottom so they will slide off. They get caught round my thighs and I lean back a little and kick them off. My panties flick over towards him and land on the ground.
Again Jeff moans and stares at my crotch. I look down at my very puffy pussy lips. They look out of place surrounded by my slender legs. The bare skin is shiny with moisture and my slit has opened showing the red lips inside.
"Do you shave," Jeff says with a gasp.
"No. It hasn't started growing yet," I reply.
"Oh god that's sexy," and his hand starts to work his cock again and I watch as a dribble of precum runs off the end and onto my carpet.
I reach back down placing my fingers along my slit and I gently rub. My middle finger slides between my greasy lips rubbing along my inner lips. I look up and Jeff has again stopped.
"If I keep going I'm going to cum for sure," he gasps as his cock twitches more violently.
I run my fingers along the inside of my slit with long strokes and the moaning continues from Jeff. I wipe some juice onto my clit and use just the tips of my fingers to rub round my very sensitive knob. I lean back on one elbow and open my lips more rubbing deep and long finishing each time with a clit massage.
Suddenly I become overwhelmed with a strong sensation and I know I'm about to have a massive orgasm. My whole body starts to tense up, the feeling is so strong. I lean my head back and my shoulders tense up pushing my bones to the surface of my skin and my veins grow in my neck. My stomach muscles tense up making them look like a young male athletes stomach. My legs rock uncontrollably and my hips pump up and down. I gasp for breath and my breaths become short and fast, causing a low squealing sound. I lick my lips as my mouth has gone dry and my fingers work deeper and harder between my pussy lips with the pad of my palm grinding onto my clit.
I am totally oblivious of Jeff standing there with his cock in his hand as my body jerks violently and my feet push my hips right up hard and fast.
"Ohhhh, aaarrrrggg, mmmmmmmm," I moan loudly and my hand moves up and grips my clit pressing in hard. My swollen pussy lips ripple as they open and close, the outer lips move like a wave.
"Aarr...aarr...aarr...aarr...aarr...aarr," my orgasm rips through my small body almost sending me unconscious. I fall onto my back with my legs closing tight round my hand then opening out wide. As they are wide Jeff can see my pussy lips rippling and squeezing.
This whole experience lasts just over 30 seconds with me writhing on my bed is ecstasy. I lie still on my bed with my insides still shaking and shivering.
"Ohhhh...shit...aaarrrrrrrr," I hear Jeff and turn my head to see a string of cum spurt from his cock up into the air and down onto my carpet and then another spurt and another and then a forth all landing about the same spot. He then gripped his cock tight as his body shakes noticeably and a drop of cum oozes out the tip and drips onto the carpet. As it drops a gooey string is still attached to his cock and stretches down. He takes a deep breath and shivers then looks up at me lying on my back with my preadolescent pussy facing him.
His face is all flushed and he bends down and picks up my panties wiping the end of his cock with them before dropping them, crotch first, onto the puddle of cum he made on the carpet. Picking up his shorts he pulls them on and ties them up.
"I better go Sammi," his voice, for the first time sounds very nervous and distant and he quickly turns and leaves.
I lie down and close my eyes falling to sleep after expelling all that sexual energy.
The doorbell rings. I sit up quickly and look at the time. Hell 3 o'clock, I say to myself and quickly jump out the side of my bed and grab my skirt from my chair and wrap it round my waist and do it up. I then look round and see my panties on the floor. I pick them up quickly as the doorbell rings again and pull them on and up and run out into the hall. I wonder why they feel so wet as I go to open the door.
"Josh your home already," I say surprised.
"Yeah," he mumbles, "forgot my keys."
He almost pushes himself passed me carrying a small plastic bag and heads straight to his room closing his door behind him.
I go back to my room to see if any of my friends are on yahoo. I sit on my pillow cross-legged, Indian style, with my computer on the bed in front of me with my door open.
About 20 minutes later I hear Josh's door open and he walks passed my open door to the bathroom at the end of the hallway. He is wearing only his jockeys and I see the front pressing out and he passes. A few minutes later he walks back to his room, his jockeys are not so tented. I wait a few more minutes and curiously tip-toe out into the hall and down to his room. He must have forgotten I was here cause his door is open. I very quietly creep up and peek round the door.
I pull my head back round as I see him naked with his back to me. He is looking into his mirror and down to his bed. I wait hoping he didn't see me then I peek round again. There is his athletic body with his tight bum and youthful torso. I look passed him and into the mirror. I can't see much but I can tell he is doing something.
"Wow', I think to myself, "is he doing what I think he is doing?" my heart jumps and I look again. "Yes I think he is."
He turns the page of a thin book he has on the bed, as one hand keeps moving in front of him out of my sight. There is some wrapping paper on the floor near me. I can't read what it says as it in a foreign language. I sit back leaning on the corner of his doorway watching him. My hand moves down and I feel the front of my panties. They are damp and slimy inside so I slide my hand into the top and slide my fingers round my pubic bone. The feeling is so strong and tempting, I close my eyes and press my finger down further so in rubbing my clit and the top of my slimy slit. I'm not sure how long I sat there but I heard a creek and opened my eyes.
"Shit," I say as I look up at Josh standing over me. He is stark naked, his cock as stiff as a board and points straight up. It's slightly thinner than Jeff's but looks longer. From my angle he doesn't seem to have much hair and his balls are low.
I suddenly realize that my hand is in my panties and my fingers are still obviously moving. Josh doesn't say anything he just kneels down on one leg, as he does I quickly pull my hand out of my panties. He reaches forward and rubs the front of my panties with his fingers. I'm so scared I don't move. He keeps gently rubbing me then he grips his cock and strokes his fingers along it. He drops to both his knees and runs his hand up my shirt over my shirt feeling my chest. He reaches down with both hand and grips the bottom of my shirt and gently pulls it up over my head. I raise my arms and let him take it off me. His expression has not changed. His hand rubs over my puffy nipples and down to my tummy. Then he angles himself more and slides his hand into my panties feeling my bare skin.
Still without saying a word, he stands and reaches down taking my arm and lifting me till I also stand. He leads me to his bed when he turns me so I sit on his bed. He reaches down grabbing my old panties and pulls then down my hips. I lean back allowing him to pull them passed my bum the over my thighs. They drop to my feet and I kick them off.
He starts to slowly stroke his cock again. I can see a tuft of dark hair above his cock but not really anywhere else. He moves over and sits on the bed pushing me back so I lift my legs up and sit on his bed with my legs up. He kneels on the bed facing me.
"Do it," his voice is strained and very nervous.
I reach down and start to again masturbate myself. He tug on his cock faster and still his expression has not changed. I look at the book he has open on his bed. There are pictures of boys his age either masturbating them selves or with another boy the same age, masturbating each other. I look back at him and he is almost in a trance, his hand is moving faster and he is sitting up high on his knees pushing his hips forward. I move my leg to one side giving him a better view between my legs and my fingers pressing against my spongy pussy lips.
Josh starts to jerk and his cheeks go red, his eyes are focused on my fingers and then he give a loud grunt. His hips pump as cum oozes out the end of his cock and smears over his fingers. He keeps rubbing his not slimy fingers along his shaft as more cum oozes out running down his cock that is pointing straight up.
I can't believe what I have just seen and I take my hand away from between my legs. Josh quickly turns and almost jumps of his bed and disappears out the door heading to the bathroom. I get off his bed and collect my panties and top and go back to my room. My computer screen is filled with messages from friends trying to contact me. After several minutes Josh walks back passed my door, this time with a small towel round him and no visible bulge. I look back to the screen and settle down to have some lengthy chats to my friends.
The phone rings and I run down the hall to answer it. Its now darkish in the hallway and there is a calm silence between rings.
"Hi mum, yeah, yeah, ill be alright Josh is back, yes, 10.30, alright, bye." I hang up and run up to Josh's room. In the excitement of getting the phone I've forgotten to put my top back on.
"Mum and dad have gone out for dinner, they'll be back about 10.30 or so."
Josh has a pair of boxers on and is looking through the book he got today. He looks up and acknowledges me then looks back at his book. I go into the kitchen to make some dinner.
I see Jeff's face at the kitchen door then he opens it.
"Your mum rang and asked me to look in," he says looking at my naked chest.
I know I haven't got my top on and pretend that I actually do by not showing any concern about him being here.
"Your mum said Josh is home."
"Yeah, he's in his room," I say opening a cupboard with my back to him.
Jeff leaves the kitchen and heads to Josh's room. I continue to prepare some dinner. I get the fish fingers from the freezer and put them in the griller. I get some baked beans out of the cupboard and open them. Cutting up some cheese, I place the slices on some bread and put them on two plates. I wait for the fish fingers to cook that seems to take forever. When they are ready I turn the griller off and wash my hands.
I then go down to tell Josh that dinner is ready. As I get close to his room I stop and can hear faint voices, then I remember that Jeff is here. I move quietly to the doorway. Jeff and Josh are standing with their backs to me and seem to be looking at something. I then dart back into the hallway and remember the book Josh has. I stand there wondering what I should do. I look round the open door again and see that Josh has moved. Jeff is behind him and slightly to his right. Josh is holding the book so they can both see it while Jeff's hand is inside Josh's boxers and is moving. I blush as I realize that Jeff is masturbating Josh while they both look at the pictures. I can't see Josh's face as it's slightly turned so he can see the book. Jeff puts his other hand on Josh's shoulder as Josh leans his head back with his body shaking a little and then makes a strange noise.
Jeff pulls his hand out of Josh's boxers and wipes his hand on this own shirt. I quickly move back to the kitchen.
Josh comes down the hallway.
"Is there enough for Jeff, he's going to stay for a bit, until mum and dad get home."
"Sure, there's plenty, well some anyway," I open the cupboard and get out another plate.
Josh takes his plate and Jeff's out to the sitting room and puts the television on.
"I'll be back in a sec," says Jeff as he goes out the back door. He returns only a couple of minutes later with a short bathrobe on. He takes his plate and sits opposite me. His robe opens a little and he doesn't seem to be wearing anything under it.
When we have all finished, I collect the plates and stack the dishwasher. When I go back out Jeff pats the sofa and tells me to sit beside him, Josh is already on the other side. I sit beside him still only wearing my old panties. Jeff leans back a little letting his robe undo and open slightly. Josh looks over and down into Jeff's lap, I can feel the sexual tension in the room. I haven't even noticed what is on the television.
Jeff raises his arms and puts them round us, as he does his robe opens more and I get a glimpse of his semi-erect cock while Josh's hand moves down and rests on Jeff's thigh. I feel Jeff's hand reaching right over my shoulders and feeling for my chest. He pulls me closer and then his fingers press gently round my puffy nipple. I take a deep breath and lean back a bit. I hear Jeff take a deep breath and look over. Josh has Jeff's hard cock in his hand and is gently masturbating him. I watch as Jeff reaches up so his hand is on Josh's head then he gently pull it down into his lap. I can't see what Josh is doing as his head hides my view. Jeff moans and leans back more. Josh repositions himself slightly but his head stays in Jeff's lap. I hear slurping sounds then Jeff grips my nipples tighter and tenses up.
"Oh shit," he gasps and runs his fingers through Josh's hair. After a few more moments Josh sits up. Jeff's cock is still very stiff and glistening in the light. A bead of creamy white stuff oozes from the tip and his cock twitches. He then covers it up with his robe.
Jeff gets up and looks at us.
"Well you seem to be safe and fed," he smiles then turns and heads for the back door. He stops and turns back. "I'll let your parents know that you are fine. He then turns, opens the kitchen door and leaves.
I turn back still sitting on the sofa as Josh grabs my legs and pulls then up onto the sofa and down to him slightly. He then climbs onto the sofa with his body now over mine. He leans forward and drops his hips. I feel his cock press along my panties and he starts to rub his cock along my panties. He pushes down firmer and I feel the pressure of his cock forcing its way between my puffy lips over my panties. He keeps rubbing quite hard then buries his head into the arm of the sofa behind my head. He grunts and jerks his hips down and forward along my pussy lips. A shudder rips through him as he grunts still rubbing slightly but gripping tightly to the sofa. After several pulsations he relaxes but for only a moment then he gets up pushing his cock back into his boxers and off back to his room.
Still is a state of surprise but very excited and curious I push myself up on my elbow and look down at my panties. There are several globs of creamy colored stuff wiped along the slit area of my panties. I reach down and feel the slimy substance and can smell its strong aroma.
I hear the car pull up in the drive way and I quickly get up and run into my room, under my sheet and flick my light off, pretending to be asleep, as I do I notice Josh's light also flick off leaving the hall dark but the sitting room light on.
The End
My story starts during the summer holidays when mum and dad work during the day and my brother, Joshua who is 5'5 fair haired with a nice athletic body, and I usually stay with friends or my grand parents but since he turned 15 they have let me stay home alone. They are both quite nervous about leaving us on our own so they asked our neighbor to look in on us at some stage during each day just to check we're alright and so we have someone close by if we need anything. His name is Jeff, a nice looking 30 year old, and a very friendly and helpful neighbor. He fixed my bike last year and helped Josh build his canoe.
"Get up" mum says poking her head around my door. "You'll have to get your own breakfast, we haven't got time to wait".
I sit up in bed and look out my window. The sun is shining in through the window I left open last night. I pull the sheet back and stand up, stretching and yawning. Turning, I see myself in the full length mirror in the corner of my room. I see a small girl wearing a singlet top that doesn't quite come down to her belly button and a pair of panties that have seen better days. Infact, my panties have been washed so many times the material is so thin you can almost see through them and as I have grown they are quite tight clinging to my small round bottom and narrow hips. But they are my favorite panties so I'm quite proud of them
"I'm up mum", I call back in a sleepy tone.
"We have to go now, you have remembered that Josh is going to Uncle Dave's, haven't you?" mum calls back.
I run out of my room, down the hall and into the family room. Dad has just opened the door with his briefcase and car keys in his hands. Josh is already out by the car. I run over and give dad a hug.
"Bye dad, have a good day. Bye mum" I give mum a hug.
"Now you go and get changed I don't want you staying in those clothes all day" mum says collecting her gear.
"Sure, I'll have a shower and change as soon as you go" I reply.
The door closes and I watch from the window as dad reverses the Saab out of the driveway and then off down the street. My heart jumps as they disappear and I run back into my room and pick up my laptop that they gave me for my birthday and put it on my bed. I open the screen and log on to yahoo messenger and see that some of my online friends are there. Before I have a chance to choose whom I will chat to today a message pops up.
"Hi Sammi."
I respond as I usually do. We chat for a while and then he says he has to go to bed as he lives in Canada and it's early morning where he is.
I leave my laptop on my bed and run into the bathroom for a wee. While sitting on the toilet I think how much fun it is chatting and how lucky I am to have my very own computer as none of my friends have one of their own yet.
I climb back on my bed and see another message on my screen.
"Hey." Say the sender. I look at the name but don't recognize it.
"Hi", I send back confused as I have about 15 friends I chat with but this one is new.
"a/s/l", comes back which is quite normal when you first meet someone.
I type in, 12/f/Sydney, as normal.
Well, my new-found friend gets quite excited about this as he is from Brisbane and said he is 15. We chat for ages and, as usually happens, the chat comes round to sex. By now it's about lunchtime but I am having such a good conversation, time has passed me by. He then asks if I have a cam. I tell him I don't have a cam and he informs me he is on his uncle's computer and it has a cam attached. After a short pause the webcam request appears on my screen and I accept. Well there he is in full colour, my new found friend. He is also on his own and he has only boxer shorts on as he hadn't changed yet either. He wants to know more about me. He asks what my bra size is and I tell him I don't wear a bra yet as mum says that I shouldn't get one until I need it. He asks if I have any hair between my legs and I tell him that it was just starting to grow but is very light and soft and not really visible yet.
There is another pause and he asks if I'd like to see his cock. I then pause. My heart is jumping everywhere with excitement yet I am very nervous as I have never even seen a webcam on my computer let alone this. I change my sitting position on my bed as I move to a kneeling position and then sunk right down so I am sitting on my feet with my knees apart and my laptop between them so I can still type easily.
"Well, do u wanna see my cock," he asked again over the chat.
"Yeah," I replied with my heart pounding and my hands shaking.
The cam moves down his adolescent body, all the way down. He has taken his boxers off and his cock appears on my computer screen. I gasp as I see it and tingling feelings run through me. His cock is hard with a neat roll of skin just under the rim of his knob and a small purple vein running down the side. There is a small patch of dark hair just above the base and his balls look smooth and hairless.
"Wow," I type and watch his hand grip his shaft and slowly move up and back sliding his skin down then back up half way over his knob. He keeps up a slow rhythm while telling me what he would like to do to my sweet little pussy. I feel shivers run through me and I look down at my panties that are tight round my hips. The thin material is clinging to my pussy lips that are now slightly swollen and pushing out the thin material. I can easily see the outline of my curves, the creases that join the tops of my slender legs to my pussy and the thin slit that separates my skin in the middle. The material cuts into my creases.
Jeff looks at his watch, 12.30, and thinks he had better go and check Samantha. He has been working in the garden for a few hours and has just got out of the shower. He picks up his board shorts and pulls them on not bothering about any speedos under them as he is only going over for a few minutes to check on his neighbor. He puts on a tshirt and walks bare foot over his lawn through the back gate and to his neighbor's back door.
As usual, he takes the key from under the tin on the window sill and opens the door. He walks into the family room and looks around. The room is tidy but empty so he continues into the hallway.
"You ever seen a guy cum," my new found friend types.
"No," I answer with shaky fingers. I could feel the tingling in my groin and the familiar itch that I get when I masturbate but this time I have not even touched myself, just watched the screen.
He does not type any more and his hand moves faster along his cock. Then he grips himself tight and a spurt of cum spits out the end and a second, and a third. My whole body shakes as I watch him cum right in front of my eyes. I feel strong tingling sensations down my back and deep in my groin. I just sit there watching as he gives one last tug squeezing a drop of cum out the tip of his cock with his foreskin nearly covering it. As the drop builds up and about to drop off the end, he stops the cam and signs out. I am left with this picture of his adolescent cock with a gooey drop on the tip of it, on my screen with me leaning forward looking closely and shivering with excitement.
Jeff passes the main bedroom and makes his way further up to my bedroom. The door is slightly open but there is no light shining from it so he doesn't think I'm in there but he puts his head around the door anyway. He is confronted with the vision of me sitting on my bed with my back to him. My singlet top has ridden half way up my back as I lean forward and just the top of my panties can be seen. Curious, he moves in quietly to see what I am doing and as he gets closer he sees my computer screen and catches the view of my new friend giving his third spurt, then squeezing his cock. The image freezes with his cock in full view.
The floor creaks and I turn my head quickly.
"Shit," I gasp pressing a button to close the screen but in my haste I press the wrong button. The screen stays on and I fumble to turn it off finally blackening out the screen. I sit there not game to move looking straight ahead knowing that Jeff saw my screen and feeling very embarrassed and scared.
"Sorry, just checking that you are alright," Jeff says in an awkward tone. "I won't tell your folks what I saw if that's what you're worried about," he continues after a very tense silence.
I glance over my shoulder at him standing there then turn back, "thanks", my voice is shaky. "I can explain" I start but then stop because I don't think I can explain.
I slowly turn round to look at him and find out what he is really thinking. I move my self off my feet and swivel swinging one leg round and sitting facing him with one leg out flat on my bed the other bent and slightly to the side.
"I won't tell then, I promise Sammi but I really don't think a girl of your age should be looking at that sort of stuff."
I look into Jeff's eyes to try and read his mind and notice his eyes drop down my body, and stare for a moment before joining mine again. A shiver runs up my back and when he looks away for a moment I quickly look down at my panties. Panic hits me as I see my thin tight panties hugging my very swollen pussy lips with a bit of my skin poking out the leg of my panties and a very dark wet patch underneath with a thick wet line running along my slit. The material is so stretched that it's almost completely transparent.
I quickly close my legs but not quickly enough to stop Jeff from taking another good look. I feel my face blushing as I look at him and a small sly smile forms on his face.
Feeling very self conscious and embarrassed, I drop my eyes and, without meaning I focus on his board shorts. I can see an obvious bulge in them and the outline is not dissimilar to what I have just witnessed. I focus in closer at the vertical tube shaped bulge in his shorts then I quickly look away as I realize I am staring at it.
"Sammi, I promise I will not tell your folks, but this can get you into trouble if your not careful," Jeff breaks the silence and some of the built up tension.
"Do you view guys webcam's often?" Jeff enquires probably trying to soften the tense atmosphere in the room.
"No. No, that's the first time actually," I answer after a short pause. "I don't even know him, he is new to my friends list."
I can't help myself and my eyes quickly venture down to his shorts again. As he doesn't have anything under his board shorts, being made of thin material, the outline of his erect cock is now obvious and a damp spot has formed at the tip of his bulge. I quickly look back to his eyes.
"That guy jerked off on cam for you, didn't he?" Jeff again inquires. "And it's the first time you have ever seen a guy jerk off?"
Still feeling very embarrassed and uncomfortable with the situation I felt it better if I was honest with him.
"Yeah, I've never seen that before. I've never even seen a boy with his thing like that before," I say honestly and innocently feeling a little better about the situation.
Jeff moves further into the room and he is now only about 2 feet from me. I can't help myself and again my eyes lower and look at his obvious bulge and the damp patch that is getting bigger. I look back up to him
There is a sly smile on his face and his eyes are roaming over my small body sitting slightly curled up on my bed.
"Would you like to see one for real?"
His words echo in my head, I can't believe he has said that. My mind is racing but going nowhere. I don't answer, I just sit there staring at him then I look away still rocked by his words.
"Well, you've just seen one on cam, would you like to see one for real?"
The words again cause a sense of panic to race through me. I look back into his eyes. He is staring into mine and his smile gets broader. I look down and his bulge has formed an even larger wet patch with a drop starting to form as it presses through the material.
"Its alright Sammi, I wont tell your folks if you don't."
With that he gently undoes the drawstring of his shorts and loosens them. I watch his bulge move as he looses the waistband more. Jeff takes a short step forward so his legs are now pressing on the edge on my bed less that a foot from where I am sitting. He is quite a bit taller than me ever though he is only about 5'7" tall and I look at his shorts and the waistband pushing out from his tummy a little by the strength of his bulge causing a gap at the top and I'm look slightly down at it.
Jeff takes my hand and sucks his tummy in a little then slides my hand down into the gap between his waistband and his tummy, into his shorts. I feel the soft skin of his lower tummy then I pull my hand back out. I'm trembling with the unknown and very nervous.
"Don't be scared," his voice is calm. He slides his hand into his shorts and I watch as his hand moves round pushing out the material at the front. He takes a step back with his hand still in his shorts. I'm mesmerized by the whole situation. I feel a tingle and itch in my groin and a strong urge to scratch it.
Jeff then grabs his shorts and slowly pulls then down over his cock and bottom then lets them fall to the floor. I stare at his cock. It's about the same size as the one on the cam except Jeff has a bit more hair and his knob is covered in skin. He just stands there giving me a full view of his 5" member.
Very calmly and purposefully he grips his cock with his thumb and two fingers and pulls them down his shaft. I watch as the skin round the top pulls back showing the helmet shaped knob like the boy on cam. His knob looks slightly bigger than his shaft and the rim protrudes out noticeably. On the tip there is some fluid seeping out forming a small droplet.
He wipes his finger over his tip and catches the small droplet and then wipes it on his tongue smiling at me. Without a word, he squeezes my hand more and moves it up his shaft causing another droplet to form. Gripping the shaft of his cock he starts to gently moves it up and back. I look up at him and he holds my eyes with his. There is a strange expression on his face and I keep staring into his eyes, then I look back down at his cock. Every time he moves his hand down the skin pulls back from his knob and then it's covered back over as his hand moves up.
His pace quickens and he moves a little, standing there with his legs spread and breathing deeper, looking down at what he is doing then back up to my eyes. I just sit there on my bed mesmerized.
He lets go of his cock and takes a deep labored breath.
"Ohhhh, that was close, nearly came," his voice a bit shaky and his cock points up and out with a slight bend to the left. It twitches jerking up a tiny bit but enough to make it wobble when it does.
He smiles, "Your turn Sammi."
With those words a shiver runs through me. He wants me to masturbate with him watching? I don't think so.
"Hey Sammi, don't be scared, I showed you how I do it, the least you can do is show me how you do it," his voice is still friendly but a little more assertive.
"I can't," my voice is very shaky and timid.
"Of course you can, you were doing it just before weren't you?"
"No. No, I was just watching honest," my voice is very nervous.
"Alright then, just show me your panties."
I sit there shaking, feeling very excited on one hand and very nervous on the other. I move a little on the bed so I'm now facing Jeff.
"There that wasn't too bad, now show me those sexy panties of yours."
I straighten one leg out on my bed then hesitate.
"Go on," his voice is encouraging.
I move my other leg so my knee is bent and I open my bent knee out. My panties are puffed out with a huge damp patch at the front, most of the front looks wet. The material clings to my swollen pussy lips and my thin slit is no longer thin but bloated and open like a petal. As the material is thin and wet its almost transparent.
Jeff grips his cock again and slowly jerks his cock looking at the very sensuous sight before him.
"Do you masturbate," his voice is soft.
"Yeah" I reply shyly.
"Show me how you do it," his voice, for the first time, sound a bit nervous.
I hesitate, there are so many strange new feeling flowing through me I an overwhelmed.
"Go on, I know you want to," he encourages me, his hand still working his cock slowly.
I reach one hand down and place it on my panties. I can feel the wetness coming through the material and I gently press my fingers into my spongy lips. I look up as I hear Jeff moan softly and he pulls his skin back and shows me his cock head covered in precum and glistening in the light.
I move my fingers gently, massaging my spongy mound. My hips move slightly and my bent knee rocks out a little more. I look up and Jeff is standing there with his cock in his hands but not moving, just staring. He looks strange with his tshirt coming to just above his hips then nothing, naked from there down.
Jeff coughs to clear his throat, "take your panties off," his voice is shaky.
I don't answer him, my fingers keep working my puffy mound.
"Please Sammi, I've shown you mine, please show me yours," there is a touch of desperation in his voice.
Butterflies rip through my tummy and my head tells me not to be stupid, but I grip the sides of my panties and pull down at the same time lifting my bottom so they will slide off. They get caught round my thighs and I lean back a little and kick them off. My panties flick over towards him and land on the ground.
Again Jeff moans and stares at my crotch. I look down at my very puffy pussy lips. They look out of place surrounded by my slender legs. The bare skin is shiny with moisture and my slit has opened showing the red lips inside.
"Do you shave," Jeff says with a gasp.
"No. It hasn't started growing yet," I reply.
"Oh god that's sexy," and his hand starts to work his cock again and I watch as a dribble of precum runs off the end and onto my carpet.
I reach back down placing my fingers along my slit and I gently rub. My middle finger slides between my greasy lips rubbing along my inner lips. I look up and Jeff has again stopped.
"If I keep going I'm going to cum for sure," he gasps as his cock twitches more violently.
I run my fingers along the inside of my slit with long strokes and the moaning continues from Jeff. I wipe some juice onto my clit and use just the tips of my fingers to rub round my very sensitive knob. I lean back on one elbow and open my lips more rubbing deep and long finishing each time with a clit massage.
Suddenly I become overwhelmed with a strong sensation and I know I'm about to have a massive orgasm. My whole body starts to tense up, the feeling is so strong. I lean my head back and my shoulders tense up pushing my bones to the surface of my skin and my veins grow in my neck. My stomach muscles tense up making them look like a young male athletes stomach. My legs rock uncontrollably and my hips pump up and down. I gasp for breath and my breaths become short and fast, causing a low squealing sound. I lick my lips as my mouth has gone dry and my fingers work deeper and harder between my pussy lips with the pad of my palm grinding onto my clit.
I am totally oblivious of Jeff standing there with his cock in his hand as my body jerks violently and my feet push my hips right up hard and fast.
"Ohhhh, aaarrrrggg, mmmmmmmm," I moan loudly and my hand moves up and grips my clit pressing in hard. My swollen pussy lips ripple as they open and close, the outer lips move like a wave.
"Aarr...aarr...aarr...aarr...aarr...aarr," my orgasm rips through my small body almost sending me unconscious. I fall onto my back with my legs closing tight round my hand then opening out wide. As they are wide Jeff can see my pussy lips rippling and squeezing.
This whole experience lasts just over 30 seconds with me writhing on my bed is ecstasy. I lie still on my bed with my insides still shaking and shivering.
"Ohhhh...shit...aaarrrrrrrr," I hear Jeff and turn my head to see a string of cum spurt from his cock up into the air and down onto my carpet and then another spurt and another and then a forth all landing about the same spot. He then gripped his cock tight as his body shakes noticeably and a drop of cum oozes out the tip and drips onto the carpet. As it drops a gooey string is still attached to his cock and stretches down. He takes a deep breath and shivers then looks up at me lying on my back with my preadolescent pussy facing him.
His face is all flushed and he bends down and picks up my panties wiping the end of his cock with them before dropping them, crotch first, onto the puddle of cum he made on the carpet. Picking up his shorts he pulls them on and ties them up.
"I better go Sammi," his voice, for the first time sounds very nervous and distant and he quickly turns and leaves.
I lie down and close my eyes falling to sleep after expelling all that sexual energy.
The doorbell rings. I sit up quickly and look at the time. Hell 3 o'clock, I say to myself and quickly jump out the side of my bed and grab my skirt from my chair and wrap it round my waist and do it up. I then look round and see my panties on the floor. I pick them up quickly as the doorbell rings again and pull them on and up and run out into the hall. I wonder why they feel so wet as I go to open the door.
"Josh your home already," I say surprised.
"Yeah," he mumbles, "forgot my keys."
He almost pushes himself passed me carrying a small plastic bag and heads straight to his room closing his door behind him.
I go back to my room to see if any of my friends are on yahoo. I sit on my pillow cross-legged, Indian style, with my computer on the bed in front of me with my door open.
About 20 minutes later I hear Josh's door open and he walks passed my open door to the bathroom at the end of the hallway. He is wearing only his jockeys and I see the front pressing out and he passes. A few minutes later he walks back to his room, his jockeys are not so tented. I wait a few more minutes and curiously tip-toe out into the hall and down to his room. He must have forgotten I was here cause his door is open. I very quietly creep up and peek round the door.
I pull my head back round as I see him naked with his back to me. He is looking into his mirror and down to his bed. I wait hoping he didn't see me then I peek round again. There is his athletic body with his tight bum and youthful torso. I look passed him and into the mirror. I can't see much but I can tell he is doing something.
"Wow', I think to myself, "is he doing what I think he is doing?" my heart jumps and I look again. "Yes I think he is."
He turns the page of a thin book he has on the bed, as one hand keeps moving in front of him out of my sight. There is some wrapping paper on the floor near me. I can't read what it says as it in a foreign language. I sit back leaning on the corner of his doorway watching him. My hand moves down and I feel the front of my panties. They are damp and slimy inside so I slide my hand into the top and slide my fingers round my pubic bone. The feeling is so strong and tempting, I close my eyes and press my finger down further so in rubbing my clit and the top of my slimy slit. I'm not sure how long I sat there but I heard a creek and opened my eyes.
"Shit," I say as I look up at Josh standing over me. He is stark naked, his cock as stiff as a board and points straight up. It's slightly thinner than Jeff's but looks longer. From my angle he doesn't seem to have much hair and his balls are low.
I suddenly realize that my hand is in my panties and my fingers are still obviously moving. Josh doesn't say anything he just kneels down on one leg, as he does I quickly pull my hand out of my panties. He reaches forward and rubs the front of my panties with his fingers. I'm so scared I don't move. He keeps gently rubbing me then he grips his cock and strokes his fingers along it. He drops to both his knees and runs his hand up my shirt over my shirt feeling my chest. He reaches down with both hand and grips the bottom of my shirt and gently pulls it up over my head. I raise my arms and let him take it off me. His expression has not changed. His hand rubs over my puffy nipples and down to my tummy. Then he angles himself more and slides his hand into my panties feeling my bare skin.
Still without saying a word, he stands and reaches down taking my arm and lifting me till I also stand. He leads me to his bed when he turns me so I sit on his bed. He reaches down grabbing my old panties and pulls then down my hips. I lean back allowing him to pull them passed my bum the over my thighs. They drop to my feet and I kick them off.
He starts to slowly stroke his cock again. I can see a tuft of dark hair above his cock but not really anywhere else. He moves over and sits on the bed pushing me back so I lift my legs up and sit on his bed with my legs up. He kneels on the bed facing me.
"Do it," his voice is strained and very nervous.
I reach down and start to again masturbate myself. He tug on his cock faster and still his expression has not changed. I look at the book he has open on his bed. There are pictures of boys his age either masturbating them selves or with another boy the same age, masturbating each other. I look back at him and he is almost in a trance, his hand is moving faster and he is sitting up high on his knees pushing his hips forward. I move my leg to one side giving him a better view between my legs and my fingers pressing against my spongy pussy lips.
Josh starts to jerk and his cheeks go red, his eyes are focused on my fingers and then he give a loud grunt. His hips pump as cum oozes out the end of his cock and smears over his fingers. He keeps rubbing his not slimy fingers along his shaft as more cum oozes out running down his cock that is pointing straight up.
I can't believe what I have just seen and I take my hand away from between my legs. Josh quickly turns and almost jumps of his bed and disappears out the door heading to the bathroom. I get off his bed and collect my panties and top and go back to my room. My computer screen is filled with messages from friends trying to contact me. After several minutes Josh walks back passed my door, this time with a small towel round him and no visible bulge. I look back to the screen and settle down to have some lengthy chats to my friends.
The phone rings and I run down the hall to answer it. Its now darkish in the hallway and there is a calm silence between rings.
"Hi mum, yeah, yeah, ill be alright Josh is back, yes, 10.30, alright, bye." I hang up and run up to Josh's room. In the excitement of getting the phone I've forgotten to put my top back on.
"Mum and dad have gone out for dinner, they'll be back about 10.30 or so."
Josh has a pair of boxers on and is looking through the book he got today. He looks up and acknowledges me then looks back at his book. I go into the kitchen to make some dinner.
I see Jeff's face at the kitchen door then he opens it.
"Your mum rang and asked me to look in," he says looking at my naked chest.
I know I haven't got my top on and pretend that I actually do by not showing any concern about him being here.
"Your mum said Josh is home."
"Yeah, he's in his room," I say opening a cupboard with my back to him.
Jeff leaves the kitchen and heads to Josh's room. I continue to prepare some dinner. I get the fish fingers from the freezer and put them in the griller. I get some baked beans out of the cupboard and open them. Cutting up some cheese, I place the slices on some bread and put them on two plates. I wait for the fish fingers to cook that seems to take forever. When they are ready I turn the griller off and wash my hands.
I then go down to tell Josh that dinner is ready. As I get close to his room I stop and can hear faint voices, then I remember that Jeff is here. I move quietly to the doorway. Jeff and Josh are standing with their backs to me and seem to be looking at something. I then dart back into the hallway and remember the book Josh has. I stand there wondering what I should do. I look round the open door again and see that Josh has moved. Jeff is behind him and slightly to his right. Josh is holding the book so they can both see it while Jeff's hand is inside Josh's boxers and is moving. I blush as I realize that Jeff is masturbating Josh while they both look at the pictures. I can't see Josh's face as it's slightly turned so he can see the book. Jeff puts his other hand on Josh's shoulder as Josh leans his head back with his body shaking a little and then makes a strange noise.
Jeff pulls his hand out of Josh's boxers and wipes his hand on this own shirt. I quickly move back to the kitchen.
Josh comes down the hallway.
"Is there enough for Jeff, he's going to stay for a bit, until mum and dad get home."
"Sure, there's plenty, well some anyway," I open the cupboard and get out another plate.
Josh takes his plate and Jeff's out to the sitting room and puts the television on.
"I'll be back in a sec," says Jeff as he goes out the back door. He returns only a couple of minutes later with a short bathrobe on. He takes his plate and sits opposite me. His robe opens a little and he doesn't seem to be wearing anything under it.
When we have all finished, I collect the plates and stack the dishwasher. When I go back out Jeff pats the sofa and tells me to sit beside him, Josh is already on the other side. I sit beside him still only wearing my old panties. Jeff leans back a little letting his robe undo and open slightly. Josh looks over and down into Jeff's lap, I can feel the sexual tension in the room. I haven't even noticed what is on the television.
Jeff raises his arms and puts them round us, as he does his robe opens more and I get a glimpse of his semi-erect cock while Josh's hand moves down and rests on Jeff's thigh. I feel Jeff's hand reaching right over my shoulders and feeling for my chest. He pulls me closer and then his fingers press gently round my puffy nipple. I take a deep breath and lean back a bit. I hear Jeff take a deep breath and look over. Josh has Jeff's hard cock in his hand and is gently masturbating him. I watch as Jeff reaches up so his hand is on Josh's head then he gently pull it down into his lap. I can't see what Josh is doing as his head hides my view. Jeff moans and leans back more. Josh repositions himself slightly but his head stays in Jeff's lap. I hear slurping sounds then Jeff grips my nipples tighter and tenses up.
"Oh shit," he gasps and runs his fingers through Josh's hair. After a few more moments Josh sits up. Jeff's cock is still very stiff and glistening in the light. A bead of creamy white stuff oozes from the tip and his cock twitches. He then covers it up with his robe.
Jeff gets up and looks at us.
"Well you seem to be safe and fed," he smiles then turns and heads for the back door. He stops and turns back. "I'll let your parents know that you are fine. He then turns, opens the kitchen door and leaves.
I turn back still sitting on the sofa as Josh grabs my legs and pulls then up onto the sofa and down to him slightly. He then climbs onto the sofa with his body now over mine. He leans forward and drops his hips. I feel his cock press along my panties and he starts to rub his cock along my panties. He pushes down firmer and I feel the pressure of his cock forcing its way between my puffy lips over my panties. He keeps rubbing quite hard then buries his head into the arm of the sofa behind my head. He grunts and jerks his hips down and forward along my pussy lips. A shudder rips through him as he grunts still rubbing slightly but gripping tightly to the sofa. After several pulsations he relaxes but for only a moment then he gets up pushing his cock back into his boxers and off back to his room.
Still is a state of surprise but very excited and curious I push myself up on my elbow and look down at my panties. There are several globs of creamy colored stuff wiped along the slit area of my panties. I reach down and feel the slimy substance and can smell its strong aroma.
I hear the car pull up in the drive way and I quickly get up and run into my room, under my sheet and flick my light off, pretending to be asleep, as I do I notice Josh's light also flick off leaving the hall dark but the sitting room light on.
The End
My Cousin Kathrine
Me and my sister always practiced our moves on eachother and neither of us thought it was unusual. She is 5-4, 100 lbs., 34-b, with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a nice blonde bush that is nicely trimmed. While I'm a male, 6-3, 175 lbs, with short brown hair, brown eyes and a 7 inch dick and a trimmed brown bush.
So when my beautiful cousin Kathrine came down from Chicago to visit we jus knew we had to get her in bed with the two of us. She was a year younger than me and two years younger than my sister which would make her 15. She is 5-7 115 lbs with brown hair and blue eyes. So to get her in bed with the two of us we divised a plan, my her and my sister would be sleeping in the same room so my sister one night would slip into something very sexy, and pop in a good porn video. Then she would start to play with herself and eventually move over and start to feel her up and down. Then I would walk in on them and start to play around with them to.
Our plan worked perfectly. My sister wearing a thong and a skimpy night gown over it put in the porno and started to pleasure herself massaging he brests while slipping two fingers in and out of her wet pussy. While my cousin looked at her and the video in fasination she asked how my cousin asked how my cousin was pleasuring herself and wanted to know how. So my sister pulled back my cousins panties and directed her fingers to her virgin slit which was soaking wet and slowly worked her fingers in and out of her virgin pussy. Next my sister moved up to my cousins breasts and undid her bra revealing a very large pair of breasts about a 36-C if not bigger. Then my cousin removed her own shirt and panties. Then she brought Kathrines free hand down to her pussy and pushed it in and out of her pussy flowing with her wetness.
Thats when I knocked on the door and let myself in when I saw the two of them naked with Kathrine fondling the both of them and I pretended to be suprised. When Kathrine saw me walk in she removed her fingers from my sisters clit and then hid under the covers while my sister just sat there in the nude. I told my cousin it was all right and I and my sister liked to fool around and brought our parteners to fool around with too. Still hiding under the covers asked if it would be all right if she could fool around with the two of us. Suprised at this my sister and I both nodded our heads and I began to strip down.
When I was naked she came out from the covers and she stated once agian to play around with my sister, thats when my sister went down on her and started to eat her out. I then got some oil from my sisters bathroom to use as lube and directed my dick towards my sister nice tight ass. I slid my dick in and out of her ass while she ate my cousin out. Not quite sure what to do my cousin laid there aukwardly then I directer her to sway her hips back and forth and to enjoy this instead of being nervous. Then after a minute or two she climazed and orgazimed and my sister liked up all her juices while at the same time I orgazimed in her ass. Then we fell on the bed and we quickly fell asleep while feeling eachother, my cousin especially feeling my nice hard dick. Then the next day kathrine left and we have frequently messed around and still do.
The End
So when my beautiful cousin Kathrine came down from Chicago to visit we jus knew we had to get her in bed with the two of us. She was a year younger than me and two years younger than my sister which would make her 15. She is 5-7 115 lbs with brown hair and blue eyes. So to get her in bed with the two of us we divised a plan, my her and my sister would be sleeping in the same room so my sister one night would slip into something very sexy, and pop in a good porn video. Then she would start to play with herself and eventually move over and start to feel her up and down. Then I would walk in on them and start to play around with them to.
Our plan worked perfectly. My sister wearing a thong and a skimpy night gown over it put in the porno and started to pleasure herself massaging he brests while slipping two fingers in and out of her wet pussy. While my cousin looked at her and the video in fasination she asked how my cousin asked how my cousin was pleasuring herself and wanted to know how. So my sister pulled back my cousins panties and directed her fingers to her virgin slit which was soaking wet and slowly worked her fingers in and out of her virgin pussy. Next my sister moved up to my cousins breasts and undid her bra revealing a very large pair of breasts about a 36-C if not bigger. Then my cousin removed her own shirt and panties. Then she brought Kathrines free hand down to her pussy and pushed it in and out of her pussy flowing with her wetness.
Thats when I knocked on the door and let myself in when I saw the two of them naked with Kathrine fondling the both of them and I pretended to be suprised. When Kathrine saw me walk in she removed her fingers from my sisters clit and then hid under the covers while my sister just sat there in the nude. I told my cousin it was all right and I and my sister liked to fool around and brought our parteners to fool around with too. Still hiding under the covers asked if it would be all right if she could fool around with the two of us. Suprised at this my sister and I both nodded our heads and I began to strip down.
When I was naked she came out from the covers and she stated once agian to play around with my sister, thats when my sister went down on her and started to eat her out. I then got some oil from my sisters bathroom to use as lube and directed my dick towards my sister nice tight ass. I slid my dick in and out of her ass while she ate my cousin out. Not quite sure what to do my cousin laid there aukwardly then I directer her to sway her hips back and forth and to enjoy this instead of being nervous. Then after a minute or two she climazed and orgazimed and my sister liked up all her juices while at the same time I orgazimed in her ass. Then we fell on the bed and we quickly fell asleep while feeling eachother, my cousin especially feeling my nice hard dick. Then the next day kathrine left and we have frequently messed around and still do.
The End
Sara and her Lesbian Mom
When Sara came to visit he knew what he was going to do. Sara hated her mom for divorcing him and living with a woman.
"Are you going to help me unpack daddy?"
"What's the hurry, we've got a whole month to do it"
"You're lazy" she laughed.
John got off the couch and helped his daughter put her clothes in the closet. Then he kissed her and said.
"I'm glad you are here, I've missed you"
I've missed you too daddy"
"How do you like your new school?"
"It's alright I guess, but I miss my old one"
"Do you have a boyfriend yet?"
"Daddy, I'm only thirteen" she giggled.
"That's old enough"
"There is a boy I like, he ask if he could take me to a movie"
"Why don't you go out with him?"
"Mom said I was too young"
"Your mom is a lesbian"
"I know, but I can't do anything about it" she sighed.
That night he jacked off thinking about Sara and what he wanted to do to her. Then he went to sleep. The next morning when he fixed breakfast he thought Sara was still sleeping. He went to her room and found her with her legs spread and playing with her pussy.
"Oh my god!" said the embarrassed girl.
"It's alright honey, I know girls masturbate" he laughed.
"You do?"
"I do it myself, would you like to watch me?"
He was surprised when his daughter said yes. John unzipped his pants and banged his meat in front of the fascinated girl. When he emptied his balls he moved closer to the bed and covered her with sperm.
"Kiss me daddy and tell me you love me" begged the girl.
"Will you let me fuck you?"
"Yes" she whispered.
John took his clothes off and got in bed with his daughter. He sucked her small breasts and finger fucked her pussy. He kissed Sara and told her he loved her. She spread her legs and he rammed his prick in her wet hole.
"Ohhhhhhmmmmm" she cried.
John knew the girl was on the verge of having her first climax so he pushed his prick up her hole as deep as he could.
"Jeeesssus dadeeeee"
John filled his little girl's pussy with sperm and rested.
"Can you do it again?"
"We've got a month to make love to each other" said John.
"I wish I could live with you"
That night they slept together. The next morning he called his ex-wife and threatened to expose her lesbian relationship so he could have a new custody hearing. She told him to keep the brat. John opened a bottle of whiskey to celebrate and ask Sara if she wanted a drink.
"Mom wouldn't approve"
"Your mother doesn't have anything to say about your upbringing now"
"Do you like to fuck drunk girls?" she ask.
"Yes" replied John.
He poured a glass of whiskey for Sara and told her to drink it. She swallowed it she gagged and said.
"That stuff is nasty!"
"Drink some more and when you get drunk I will eat your pussy"
"You're as nasty as this whiskey is" she giggled.
It didn't take long for his daughter to get drunk. When she tried to get up she fell on the floor.
"Do you want help?"
"I have to go to the bathroom and pee"
"Do it honey, I want to watch"
John watched his helpless daughter pee her panties"
"Oh my god" giggled the girl.
"Do you want me to lick the pee off your cunt"
She pulled her wet panties off and spread her legs for her father. He ate her wet cunt until he decided to fuck her. When John poked his prick in her hole she peed again. That made him so excited he fucked her like a wild animal and made her climax. When he filled her with sperm she said.
"I wish mom and her lover could watch me fuck"
"Those lesbians would probably want to lick your cunt" he laughed.
"I would love that" she giggled.
"Do you want me to call them?"
"Yes"
John called Doris and Jenny and told them what he had been doing with his daughter. Then he said Sara wanted to have sex with them. They said that they would be there as soon as they could. When they arrived Sara was sitting on the couch naked and playing with her clit. The women undressed and kissed each other.
"Do you want her first?" ask Doris.
"You're her mom, you should eat her pussy before I do"
"Have you ever fucked a man Jenny" ask John.
"I had sex with my father and three brothers until I discovered women"
"Would you mind if I fucked you?"
"No, I want you too"
John looked at the fat woman's huge tits. She was about six feet tall and had red hair.
"Let's go to my bedroom so Sara and her mom can make love"
When they were in his bedroom Jenny lay on the bed and spread her legs. John mounted her and pushed his prick in her wet hairy hole. Jenny went wild when he fucked her. She cried out with organism so loud you could hear it all over the house. Doris heard Jenny and said.
"That slut is having fun"
"So am I mom, lick my asshole this time"
When Doris stuck her tongue in her daughters she made her climax.
"Now it's my turn mom, let me do you"
Mother and daughter slept together that night, In the morning Doris had a talk with her ex-husband. She ask if she and Jenny could stay so she could be with her daughter. He said it was alright with him because Jenny was the best piece of ass he ever had.
The End
"Are you going to help me unpack daddy?"
"What's the hurry, we've got a whole month to do it"
"You're lazy" she laughed.
John got off the couch and helped his daughter put her clothes in the closet. Then he kissed her and said.
"I'm glad you are here, I've missed you"
I've missed you too daddy"
"How do you like your new school?"
"It's alright I guess, but I miss my old one"
"Do you have a boyfriend yet?"
"Daddy, I'm only thirteen" she giggled.
"That's old enough"
"There is a boy I like, he ask if he could take me to a movie"
"Why don't you go out with him?"
"Mom said I was too young"
"Your mom is a lesbian"
"I know, but I can't do anything about it" she sighed.
That night he jacked off thinking about Sara and what he wanted to do to her. Then he went to sleep. The next morning when he fixed breakfast he thought Sara was still sleeping. He went to her room and found her with her legs spread and playing with her pussy.
"Oh my god!" said the embarrassed girl.
"It's alright honey, I know girls masturbate" he laughed.
"You do?"
"I do it myself, would you like to watch me?"
He was surprised when his daughter said yes. John unzipped his pants and banged his meat in front of the fascinated girl. When he emptied his balls he moved closer to the bed and covered her with sperm.
"Kiss me daddy and tell me you love me" begged the girl.
"Will you let me fuck you?"
"Yes" she whispered.
John took his clothes off and got in bed with his daughter. He sucked her small breasts and finger fucked her pussy. He kissed Sara and told her he loved her. She spread her legs and he rammed his prick in her wet hole.
"Ohhhhhhmmmmm" she cried.
John knew the girl was on the verge of having her first climax so he pushed his prick up her hole as deep as he could.
"Jeeesssus dadeeeee"
John filled his little girl's pussy with sperm and rested.
"Can you do it again?"
"We've got a month to make love to each other" said John.
"I wish I could live with you"
That night they slept together. The next morning he called his ex-wife and threatened to expose her lesbian relationship so he could have a new custody hearing. She told him to keep the brat. John opened a bottle of whiskey to celebrate and ask Sara if she wanted a drink.
"Mom wouldn't approve"
"Your mother doesn't have anything to say about your upbringing now"
"Do you like to fuck drunk girls?" she ask.
"Yes" replied John.
He poured a glass of whiskey for Sara and told her to drink it. She swallowed it she gagged and said.
"That stuff is nasty!"
"Drink some more and when you get drunk I will eat your pussy"
"You're as nasty as this whiskey is" she giggled.
It didn't take long for his daughter to get drunk. When she tried to get up she fell on the floor.
"Do you want help?"
"I have to go to the bathroom and pee"
"Do it honey, I want to watch"
John watched his helpless daughter pee her panties"
"Oh my god" giggled the girl.
"Do you want me to lick the pee off your cunt"
She pulled her wet panties off and spread her legs for her father. He ate her wet cunt until he decided to fuck her. When John poked his prick in her hole she peed again. That made him so excited he fucked her like a wild animal and made her climax. When he filled her with sperm she said.
"I wish mom and her lover could watch me fuck"
"Those lesbians would probably want to lick your cunt" he laughed.
"I would love that" she giggled.
"Do you want me to call them?"
"Yes"
John called Doris and Jenny and told them what he had been doing with his daughter. Then he said Sara wanted to have sex with them. They said that they would be there as soon as they could. When they arrived Sara was sitting on the couch naked and playing with her clit. The women undressed and kissed each other.
"Do you want her first?" ask Doris.
"You're her mom, you should eat her pussy before I do"
"Have you ever fucked a man Jenny" ask John.
"I had sex with my father and three brothers until I discovered women"
"Would you mind if I fucked you?"
"No, I want you too"
John looked at the fat woman's huge tits. She was about six feet tall and had red hair.
"Let's go to my bedroom so Sara and her mom can make love"
When they were in his bedroom Jenny lay on the bed and spread her legs. John mounted her and pushed his prick in her wet hairy hole. Jenny went wild when he fucked her. She cried out with organism so loud you could hear it all over the house. Doris heard Jenny and said.
"That slut is having fun"
"So am I mom, lick my asshole this time"
When Doris stuck her tongue in her daughters she made her climax.
"Now it's my turn mom, let me do you"
Mother and daughter slept together that night, In the morning Doris had a talk with her ex-husband. She ask if she and Jenny could stay so she could be with her daughter. He said it was alright with him because Jenny was the best piece of ass he ever had.
The End
Sexual Odyssey
Part 1
Today is my 32nd birthday. Sitting here on a beach chaise next to the pool, I am holding the diary I've kept since I was 16. My entries are limited to my numerous and varied sexual encounters. One day I may have my adventures published-- anonymously, of course. But right now, let me share a few of the more memorable ones with you.
I went to camp that summer as I'd done for the past eight years. This year, though, I was a camp counselor with my own small cabin. Our adult camp advisor drove me pretty hard during the day. She implied that just because I was pretty and well-off didn't mean that I could get by without doing my job. I wasn't well-off. My mother was a widow and my grandmother provided the money for camp this year as she has for the last four. So what if I'm tall, curly blonde, blue-eyed and gorgeous to some people. I have values just like anyone else. The work ethic was instilled in me. My mother taught me well. But nothing I did was ever quite right for her. When I was called in for an incident over which I had no control, I decided to pack it in and quit after one month.
That night, in bed, I cried myself to sleep. The little girls that I worked with were wonderful and I would miss them. I awoke later that night to a hand over my mouth followed by a hand on my breast that eventually moved beneath my thin gown. When I saw who it was, I was not afraid, just surprised. It was my adult advisor with lust in her eyes. Her own seven year old daughter was in the group of girls that I supervised! Without saying a word, she removed my gown, then dropped her robe. She was a tall woman of about 30, pretty with short, black hair and hazel eyes. She spread my legs, slowly rubbed my pussy, then went down on me. I let her eat her fill of me as I came, stuffing my gown in my mouth ti stifle my screams of joy. When she finally came up for air, she eased her pussy on mine, entwined our legs, locked our mouths and screwed me.
The next morning I went to her office and withdrew my resignation. She smiled knowingly. She took me again that night and almost every other night thereafter until the season ended two months later. Oh, she still downed me verbally in front of the others counselors, but at night, in my darkened cabin, she ate all those mean words right out of my pussy and literally kissed my ass. Her sighs of pleasure or grunts of lust were the only sounds I ever heard as she fucked me. I learned a lot about my own pussy that summer--how it responds so much better to a touch other than my own, the joy it gave to her as she sucked it--and a lot about giving pleasure. Yes, I ate her pussy many of those nights while she ate mine. I've never told another living soul about this, but my pussy remembers.
Part 2
Two months later my mom married a modestly wealthy man she met on a Caribbean cruise last year. She and I moved into his spacious home after the honeymoon. His son and I took and instant dislike to each other. He was 17 and I was 16.
One Saturday morning three months later, I was lying on my bed reading a magazine. My door was open and I could hear Billy moving around in his room down the hall. Our parents had left early to hunt for antiques. Billy sounded restless, but that was not my problem. Ten minutes later I glanced up to see Billy standing in my doorway, naked, with the biggest and only dick I had ever seen.
"Gee, Bill," I said "Do you know you're naked?"
"I wanted to show you this, sister dear," he said, pointing to the boner. "I have an idea I'd like to run by you."
"What could you have to say or do that would possibly interest me?" I peeked at his hard-on again.
"What say you and I fool around a little. It's not like we're real sister and brother. I've been having these dreams about fucking you. You're making me mess up a lot of sheets."
"I'm not making you do anything, you lecherous boy." But maybe I was. I was always half naked around the house. Like now, I was wearing a tight tank t-shirt, bikini panties and no bra. With my bedroom door open! Was I sending a subliminal message to Billy?
"Look, Kirs, it's just that my hormones are raging and you're here and so fucking cute and sexy. Who in his right mind wouldn't want to fuck you? I have condoms--lots of them. We could learn how to do it with each other. Would you do it, Kirsten? I swear I'm about to burst."
"Well, Billy, even though I don't like you all that much, I have had a few dreams about you, too. You know my mom and your dad can never find out, don't you?" Just like they can never know about my camp experience. I thought about the woman eating me and got wet.
"Yes. Yes, Kirs," he said, his dick leading him into the room. I was pulling off my tee shirt and panties.
Not able to hold himself back any longer, my step-brother held his dick and rubbed it over my already wet pussy lips. He already had a condom in is hand, certain of this conquest. He rolled it onto his rock-hard, young dick and began to push in slowly. He got half way in before my hymen stopped him.
"Just do it, Billy. Break the damn thing and fuck me." Billy pushed, it popped and he started pumping in earnest. Billy was like an automaton as he jack-hammered into me. He bellowed loudly as he came hard a few minutes later. Billy's pumping in me felt really good, but I didn't come with him. He pulled out and rubbed my clit. Now this was something I knew about. I thought about her doing this to me as I came.
Luckily, our parents were antique freaks. We were able to go at it the following Saturday. As I watched them pulling out of the drive, Billy was already standing in my room naked, dick sheathed. I took off my robe, lay down on the unmade bed, legs spread wide and said, "Come get your kitty, Bill."
Billy surprised me when he didn't just dive right into me. He took the time to actually kiss me deeply and suck my titties while he rubbed my clit and eased his fingers into me, bringing me to orgasm. Billy rose, poised himself over me, then plunged in hard and deep. I came again on impact. Then I lay back, screwing my ass, letting Billy take his due. He was not a "few minutes man" today. He had a more control and used it to lengthen his fucking. When he was about to cum, he would pull out completely and kiss me deeply while he waited. He did this so many times, but each time he plunged back into me, it was like we were just starting out. When Billy finally came, it was nothing less than monumental. He took me three more times before our parents returned in the late afternoon. Billy promised that we would learn to suck each other next time.
Next time came when they went to a dinner party in the middle of the week. We were a little awkward at first, but we learned quickly as we ate each other to orgasm. Having had my pussy eaten many times, I knew what my pleasure would be like when Billy's mouth found me. With time to spare before they returned, Billy said he'd like to try one more thing. Did Billy's thing ever get soft? I don't think so. Boys that age think with their dicks. He put me on all fours to take me from behind. He slid his dick easily into my already wet pussy as I pushed my ass back to him. He pulled back too far, then slipped out. When he attempted to re-enter, his dick missed its mark and was pushing at my asshole. Now that felt good!
"Billy, put it in my ass. Pull my cheeks open and stuff it in!" I said excitedly.
This was merely another challenge for my wonder-dick brother--one that made him even harder. He slowly pushed steel into my tight asshole until the shaft was buried to the hilt. Billy started shaking from side to side moving his dick in my ass. I was so filled up, my asshole was hurting and so heavy as I squeezed him. Billy plunged his dick in and out of my hole non-stop. We came together after--me for the third time, him the first--he pushed me down on the bed, dick still screwing in my ass. No matter what other fucking I would do in life, I decided then and there, that if I was to be penetrated by a man, my ass would be the primary hole.
Billy and I mainly ass-fucked whenever we got the chance for the next year until he went off to college. We were both experts by the time he left.
Part 3
I left home for college a year later after a fantastic summer of "camp counseling." Luckily, I did not have to live in a dormitory. I was able to rent a small cottage on the property of a young university couple. They were both assistant professors at the university and lived a mere mile away. They invited me over for a drink a few days after I moved in. They were your typical preppy, movers and shakers type. He was darkly handsome and she a pale red-head--a nice looking couple. After a few drinks, they informed me that many girls had looked at the apartment, but they saw something in me that they liked over the others.
"What is that, Mrs. Giroir?" I asked.
"Well," she said, looking at her husband, "we wanted someone with whom we could form a bond--a sexual bond." "In other words, a third fuck partner. And I look like the kind of person who would do something like that?" "We don't mean to offend. We just thought..." "You thought right, Mrs. Giroir. I would be delighted. I've had both sexes and enjoy them both."
"John, this is so exciting, isn't it," she turned to her husband, touching his arm. "Wonderful, darling," he said eyeing me. "Wonderful. When can we do this? Tonight? I'm certainly ready." "Tonight is fine with me. I just happen to be a little bit horny," I said unbuttoning my blouse, revealing a lace push-up bra. She was licking her lips at the sight. "Kirsten, we each like to watch as the other fucks. The three of us will rarely be in bed together." "No problem. Who's fucking now and who's watching?" I asked, smiling, as I continued undressing. "Are we doing it here?" "Honey, it's been such a long time since you've had any pussy. You go first," the husband acquiesced. "I'll wait my turn watching you." "Kirsten, let's go to our bedroom," she said loosening her clothing. Her husband followed us into the mirrored room. Mrs. Giroir was insatiable as she kissed me, ate me and screwed me over and over. She said that it would not be necessary for me to suck her. Her husband could do that just fine later. The feel of female flesh and the taste, texture and smell of pussy were what turned her on. As I came on Mrs. Giroir's tongue again, I glanced in a mirror at Mr. Giroir sitting in a chair nearby rubbing a massive hard-on. I intended to have that thing up my ass tonight!
An exhausted Mrs. Giroir got hers but good, pulled away and sat in her husband's chair to watch him get his. He positioned me on all fours at the foot of the bed. Without preliminaries, he pushed his dick in my pussy and started humping. He got a nice rhythm going, pushing his 8-inch dick in me. "Can you take me in your ass, Kirsten?"
"Oh, yes, please, Mr. Giroir," I screamed. This was even better I thought. "Put it in now, please." Mr. Giroir, John, staked out my asshole as his territory. In superb control of his dick, he plunged, plundered, pounded his 8-inch dick in my ass like the expert he was. I knew I was home as he took me. In their mirrors, I could see his sweating and gleaming body beating at mine. In another mirror I could see his wife and hear her oohing and aahing at his strokes as she rubbed her slit. When John pulled me up by my shoulders as he continued to screw me, it was almost the same as when my step-brother did it. I lost it then-completely. I started cumming--long hard spasms, contracting against his dick as he rubbed me slowly.
"You like this, don't you, kitten? Listen at yourself purr. I felt you cumming. Now I'm about to cum. Sqeeze me as I cum, kitten." With that, John let loose, practically roaring as he gave me his load. He probably had as much cum as a 17-year old Billy.
I left them in bed and let myself out. This was the scenario, more or less, once a week, sometimes more, for the next four years. We each got what we wanted. Anne satisfied her taste for pussy and John, I'm sure, was sometimes fucking some man in his mind as he used my body. No problem. Everyone is a latent homosexual. Getting and getting the pleasures we crave is what's most important.
Part 4
I was not theirs exclusively. Once a week was hardly enough for me. A week ago, a group from my Psychology class went to a little off-campus soul food restaurant. The owner was a big-boned and heavy-breasted black woman. She was not overweight, just robust and healthy looking. Her brownish-black hair was pulled tightly from her light brown face in a french twist. The face was lightly made-up and lovely. I could barely keep my eyes off her as she roamed around the room making sure her diners were happy. Purposely, I let my address book slide from my purse underneath the table so that I would have an excuse to go back later.
She called me at closing time to report finding the book. I went right over to collect it. "Thanks so much for calling me. You know my name is Kirsten. And you are?"
"Matty, honey. Short for Mathilda. Don't you just hate the name Mathilda? I'm only 38, but it sounds like I should be 70." After stopping for breath, Matty smiled and said, "Kirsten, girl, are you in the life? I sure hope you are. I just love eating skinny white girls."
"Well, Matty, I swing both ways. And I'm very attracted to you."
"Good, sugar. Let me just lock up. There's a small bedroom and bath upstairs. Go on up and get comfortable."
Whatever she had in mind, I was hot and I was game. I was removing my clothing, the little I was wearing, when she came in. She stopped to watch then began removing hers. She was a magnificient specimen of womanhood. He breasts were big but not sagging, the stomach flat, the hips broad but shapely. I knew I could lose myself on that. She stretched out on the bed, gathered up her breasts together and said, "Come to mama, Kirsten."
Hot, I rushed to her, straddled her body and brought my pussy to the tits she held. I let it slide all over those long, hard nipples and accumulated flesh. I worked my self into a frenzy as I manuevered my pussy on her.
"That's real sweet, honey. I've never had that done before. You're make Matty cum doing that, honey," she moaned as I screwed her breasts, feeling her nipples poking at my hole. "I want you to cum on them. Screw them harder, honey. They won't break. Cum on mama's titties, sugar."
A few more turns of my ass and thrusts of my pussy, she had her wish, complete with the day's supply of pussy juice. "Matty, eat me now," I pleaded as I moved my pussy to her face. There is something to be said for being big. This big woman had a long, thick tongue and knew how to use it. She sucked, licked, jammed her tongue in me. I rode that erect tongue like I would a dick, screaming, cumming the whole time as I fucked it.
There was also the sorority sister selling magazine subscriptions. She had parked her sales book on top of my things when we were in the restroom at the library. I was flipping through her book when she came out of the stall. We struck up a conversation and I invited her back to my place for an explanation of her products. My mom and step-dad recently sent me my usual and very generous allowance to spend as I wished. I was not into sororities--I was too busy satisfying other needs--but I knew they provided services to the community. Needless to say, something sparked between us. In practically no time at all, that soror had me on my hands and knees, begging for mercy, as she, armed with her strap-on dick, put a fucking in my ass the likes of which I'd never had from a woman.
Part 5
Of course, I had many other little episodes along the way during my four years. There was the big guy from a cattle ranch in Oklahoma. No problem getting old Hoss to take my ass! He was right back on the farm as he humped me all night.
I reminded a lonely dark-haired Wisconsin beauty named Sarah of her lover who had graduated and married. In her dorm room, she cried as she ate my pussy repeatedly, mumbling her lover's name. It sounded like Beth.
Then there was the delicate young Chinese woman from the laundry where I took my clothes. Mai-Lin brought my clothes one Saturday morning just as I was getting out of the shower. I opened the door clothed only in a towel. There was still water in my ears, but I heard when she said, "Mai-Lin lika you, pretty lady. Mai-Lin, she sucka your pussy good. You want?" Well, I dropped my towel and pulled her in. She stripped quickly as she followed me to the bedroom. When I lay back on the bed, Mai-Lin, small as a girl, climbed all over me, rubbing and sighing. She was true to her word as I came many times in that tiny mouth.
Through all of this fucking, I was still on the Dean's List. I was also on his wife, sucking her pussy in the upstairs bathroom of their home when I was invited to an Honors Tea. I tried to get him too, but he didn't want to do it in my ass. His married son, a headmaster at a boys' school, did just fine in his place.
Part 6
My looks and brains paid off for me. I got a job as a local television reporter, then two years later was given my own local talk show which really took off. You would think I'd be tired of so much sex by now. NOT! As it turns out sex and the show were tied together. I found that I was at my absolute best when I was fucked just before I went on. My assistant, an ambitious young black lady, was secretly providing pussy at that time. My, but that girl had the longest clit! But my needs got greater. I wanted to be fucked in the ass before I went on, too. The answer to my prayer came in the form of Juan, a handsome 20-year old studio worker/exchange student from South America. I accidently got a glimpse of his tool when I walked in on him using my bathroom.
"I'm sorry Miss Kirsten. I did not know you were in the studio."
"That's ok, Juan. My, you have a large..." I said pointing to his dick. It was at least 10 inches and slightly hard. "Juan, have you ever put your penis into a woman's ass?"
"Many times, Miss Kirsten. The women at home, they like it best. Good pleasure, no babies."
"I like it best, too, Juan. Would you consider doing it with me every day before I go on the air?"
"I would be honored to be of assistance to you, Miss Kirsten, " he said, bowing.
"Good. Good. Tomorrow in my dressing room at 1 p.m. Don't be late."
Juan was there and hard as a rock at 12:45. We lubed up and he went in. Lord, did he go in! I'd never had a dick as long or as round in my ass before. I was in hog heaven as his young body worked me over. I was cumming before I knew I was cumming. Juan kept battering and ramming, pulling my cheeks apart, jamming his thing in my ass. When I begged him to stop after I'd cum so much, he let loose with a load the likes of which I'd never seen before in one condom. Juan apologized, thinking he took me too roughly. He said he hadn't had any since he left home three months ago. "You'll always have ass here, Juan, if I'm around. You'll be one of my assistants. I want you here everyday at one doing what you did today."
Juan was pretty much faithful to his duties. When he could not get there on time, one of my new female assistants serviced me. I believe they were all a little afraid if me because when I fucked one of them, it was wild and hard. That's just who I am. I overheard one girl remark that she was sore three days after I fucked her. I was brilliant the day I dragged myself away from her pussy. Juan finished graduate school and moved away the year my show went off the air.
Part 7
That same year, I met, fell in love with and married a banker six years my senior. I was 30. My husband loved to fuck in my ass, but I had to give in occasionally and let him have some pussy. No problem. I didn't mind doing it because I did nothing else except spend his money. When we traveled outside the country, my husband indulged me and arranged for some discreet little threesomes with beautiful women. Our travel agent knew just what he wanted. When he opened our hotel door to a tall, blonde, blue-eyed "tour guide" in Sweden, he was taken aback because Inga looked so much like me. He was on fire as he walked around the room, watching me from every angle, as I fucked my double. He had to wait his turn.
In Paris, a sweet little Colette modeled lingerie in the hotel room. The girl spouted her lust in her native tongue as I tore her brief panties to get at her pussy. As I ate her, my husband eased his dick into my ass. When Colette wrote us later and asked for help to come to America, my husband used his connections to get her a job at a fashion house. Whenever he was away on business trips, he allowed me have Colette, who was lesbian, over for some fun, but only after all the servants were dismissed. I had some great times in the rooms of my large house with that hot-blooded 19-year old girl and the "toys" she brought with her.
Part 8
My husband just called to say that he'd sent a car to the airport to pick up one my birthday gifts. After drinks and dinner, the three of us--he, Inga(my gift)and I--would be driving up to the cabin in the mountains for the weekend. On the drive up, in our partitioned limousine, my husband and I got an early start on Inga. She loved having the two of us kiss her and feel her up in the back of the car. I got to fuck her first. It was MY birthday, after all! A good time is sure to be had by all.
-the end-
Today is my 32nd birthday. Sitting here on a beach chaise next to the pool, I am holding the diary I've kept since I was 16. My entries are limited to my numerous and varied sexual encounters. One day I may have my adventures published-- anonymously, of course. But right now, let me share a few of the more memorable ones with you.
I went to camp that summer as I'd done for the past eight years. This year, though, I was a camp counselor with my own small cabin. Our adult camp advisor drove me pretty hard during the day. She implied that just because I was pretty and well-off didn't mean that I could get by without doing my job. I wasn't well-off. My mother was a widow and my grandmother provided the money for camp this year as she has for the last four. So what if I'm tall, curly blonde, blue-eyed and gorgeous to some people. I have values just like anyone else. The work ethic was instilled in me. My mother taught me well. But nothing I did was ever quite right for her. When I was called in for an incident over which I had no control, I decided to pack it in and quit after one month.
That night, in bed, I cried myself to sleep. The little girls that I worked with were wonderful and I would miss them. I awoke later that night to a hand over my mouth followed by a hand on my breast that eventually moved beneath my thin gown. When I saw who it was, I was not afraid, just surprised. It was my adult advisor with lust in her eyes. Her own seven year old daughter was in the group of girls that I supervised! Without saying a word, she removed my gown, then dropped her robe. She was a tall woman of about 30, pretty with short, black hair and hazel eyes. She spread my legs, slowly rubbed my pussy, then went down on me. I let her eat her fill of me as I came, stuffing my gown in my mouth ti stifle my screams of joy. When she finally came up for air, she eased her pussy on mine, entwined our legs, locked our mouths and screwed me.
The next morning I went to her office and withdrew my resignation. She smiled knowingly. She took me again that night and almost every other night thereafter until the season ended two months later. Oh, she still downed me verbally in front of the others counselors, but at night, in my darkened cabin, she ate all those mean words right out of my pussy and literally kissed my ass. Her sighs of pleasure or grunts of lust were the only sounds I ever heard as she fucked me. I learned a lot about my own pussy that summer--how it responds so much better to a touch other than my own, the joy it gave to her as she sucked it--and a lot about giving pleasure. Yes, I ate her pussy many of those nights while she ate mine. I've never told another living soul about this, but my pussy remembers.
Part 2
Two months later my mom married a modestly wealthy man she met on a Caribbean cruise last year. She and I moved into his spacious home after the honeymoon. His son and I took and instant dislike to each other. He was 17 and I was 16.
One Saturday morning three months later, I was lying on my bed reading a magazine. My door was open and I could hear Billy moving around in his room down the hall. Our parents had left early to hunt for antiques. Billy sounded restless, but that was not my problem. Ten minutes later I glanced up to see Billy standing in my doorway, naked, with the biggest and only dick I had ever seen.
"Gee, Bill," I said "Do you know you're naked?"
"I wanted to show you this, sister dear," he said, pointing to the boner. "I have an idea I'd like to run by you."
"What could you have to say or do that would possibly interest me?" I peeked at his hard-on again.
"What say you and I fool around a little. It's not like we're real sister and brother. I've been having these dreams about fucking you. You're making me mess up a lot of sheets."
"I'm not making you do anything, you lecherous boy." But maybe I was. I was always half naked around the house. Like now, I was wearing a tight tank t-shirt, bikini panties and no bra. With my bedroom door open! Was I sending a subliminal message to Billy?
"Look, Kirs, it's just that my hormones are raging and you're here and so fucking cute and sexy. Who in his right mind wouldn't want to fuck you? I have condoms--lots of them. We could learn how to do it with each other. Would you do it, Kirsten? I swear I'm about to burst."
"Well, Billy, even though I don't like you all that much, I have had a few dreams about you, too. You know my mom and your dad can never find out, don't you?" Just like they can never know about my camp experience. I thought about the woman eating me and got wet.
"Yes. Yes, Kirs," he said, his dick leading him into the room. I was pulling off my tee shirt and panties.
Not able to hold himself back any longer, my step-brother held his dick and rubbed it over my already wet pussy lips. He already had a condom in is hand, certain of this conquest. He rolled it onto his rock-hard, young dick and began to push in slowly. He got half way in before my hymen stopped him.
"Just do it, Billy. Break the damn thing and fuck me." Billy pushed, it popped and he started pumping in earnest. Billy was like an automaton as he jack-hammered into me. He bellowed loudly as he came hard a few minutes later. Billy's pumping in me felt really good, but I didn't come with him. He pulled out and rubbed my clit. Now this was something I knew about. I thought about her doing this to me as I came.
Luckily, our parents were antique freaks. We were able to go at it the following Saturday. As I watched them pulling out of the drive, Billy was already standing in my room naked, dick sheathed. I took off my robe, lay down on the unmade bed, legs spread wide and said, "Come get your kitty, Bill."
Billy surprised me when he didn't just dive right into me. He took the time to actually kiss me deeply and suck my titties while he rubbed my clit and eased his fingers into me, bringing me to orgasm. Billy rose, poised himself over me, then plunged in hard and deep. I came again on impact. Then I lay back, screwing my ass, letting Billy take his due. He was not a "few minutes man" today. He had a more control and used it to lengthen his fucking. When he was about to cum, he would pull out completely and kiss me deeply while he waited. He did this so many times, but each time he plunged back into me, it was like we were just starting out. When Billy finally came, it was nothing less than monumental. He took me three more times before our parents returned in the late afternoon. Billy promised that we would learn to suck each other next time.
Next time came when they went to a dinner party in the middle of the week. We were a little awkward at first, but we learned quickly as we ate each other to orgasm. Having had my pussy eaten many times, I knew what my pleasure would be like when Billy's mouth found me. With time to spare before they returned, Billy said he'd like to try one more thing. Did Billy's thing ever get soft? I don't think so. Boys that age think with their dicks. He put me on all fours to take me from behind. He slid his dick easily into my already wet pussy as I pushed my ass back to him. He pulled back too far, then slipped out. When he attempted to re-enter, his dick missed its mark and was pushing at my asshole. Now that felt good!
"Billy, put it in my ass. Pull my cheeks open and stuff it in!" I said excitedly.
This was merely another challenge for my wonder-dick brother--one that made him even harder. He slowly pushed steel into my tight asshole until the shaft was buried to the hilt. Billy started shaking from side to side moving his dick in my ass. I was so filled up, my asshole was hurting and so heavy as I squeezed him. Billy plunged his dick in and out of my hole non-stop. We came together after--me for the third time, him the first--he pushed me down on the bed, dick still screwing in my ass. No matter what other fucking I would do in life, I decided then and there, that if I was to be penetrated by a man, my ass would be the primary hole.
Billy and I mainly ass-fucked whenever we got the chance for the next year until he went off to college. We were both experts by the time he left.
Part 3
I left home for college a year later after a fantastic summer of "camp counseling." Luckily, I did not have to live in a dormitory. I was able to rent a small cottage on the property of a young university couple. They were both assistant professors at the university and lived a mere mile away. They invited me over for a drink a few days after I moved in. They were your typical preppy, movers and shakers type. He was darkly handsome and she a pale red-head--a nice looking couple. After a few drinks, they informed me that many girls had looked at the apartment, but they saw something in me that they liked over the others.
"What is that, Mrs. Giroir?" I asked.
"Well," she said, looking at her husband, "we wanted someone with whom we could form a bond--a sexual bond." "In other words, a third fuck partner. And I look like the kind of person who would do something like that?" "We don't mean to offend. We just thought..." "You thought right, Mrs. Giroir. I would be delighted. I've had both sexes and enjoy them both."
"John, this is so exciting, isn't it," she turned to her husband, touching his arm. "Wonderful, darling," he said eyeing me. "Wonderful. When can we do this? Tonight? I'm certainly ready." "Tonight is fine with me. I just happen to be a little bit horny," I said unbuttoning my blouse, revealing a lace push-up bra. She was licking her lips at the sight. "Kirsten, we each like to watch as the other fucks. The three of us will rarely be in bed together." "No problem. Who's fucking now and who's watching?" I asked, smiling, as I continued undressing. "Are we doing it here?" "Honey, it's been such a long time since you've had any pussy. You go first," the husband acquiesced. "I'll wait my turn watching you." "Kirsten, let's go to our bedroom," she said loosening her clothing. Her husband followed us into the mirrored room. Mrs. Giroir was insatiable as she kissed me, ate me and screwed me over and over. She said that it would not be necessary for me to suck her. Her husband could do that just fine later. The feel of female flesh and the taste, texture and smell of pussy were what turned her on. As I came on Mrs. Giroir's tongue again, I glanced in a mirror at Mr. Giroir sitting in a chair nearby rubbing a massive hard-on. I intended to have that thing up my ass tonight!
An exhausted Mrs. Giroir got hers but good, pulled away and sat in her husband's chair to watch him get his. He positioned me on all fours at the foot of the bed. Without preliminaries, he pushed his dick in my pussy and started humping. He got a nice rhythm going, pushing his 8-inch dick in me. "Can you take me in your ass, Kirsten?"
"Oh, yes, please, Mr. Giroir," I screamed. This was even better I thought. "Put it in now, please." Mr. Giroir, John, staked out my asshole as his territory. In superb control of his dick, he plunged, plundered, pounded his 8-inch dick in my ass like the expert he was. I knew I was home as he took me. In their mirrors, I could see his sweating and gleaming body beating at mine. In another mirror I could see his wife and hear her oohing and aahing at his strokes as she rubbed her slit. When John pulled me up by my shoulders as he continued to screw me, it was almost the same as when my step-brother did it. I lost it then-completely. I started cumming--long hard spasms, contracting against his dick as he rubbed me slowly.
"You like this, don't you, kitten? Listen at yourself purr. I felt you cumming. Now I'm about to cum. Sqeeze me as I cum, kitten." With that, John let loose, practically roaring as he gave me his load. He probably had as much cum as a 17-year old Billy.
I left them in bed and let myself out. This was the scenario, more or less, once a week, sometimes more, for the next four years. We each got what we wanted. Anne satisfied her taste for pussy and John, I'm sure, was sometimes fucking some man in his mind as he used my body. No problem. Everyone is a latent homosexual. Getting and getting the pleasures we crave is what's most important.
Part 4
I was not theirs exclusively. Once a week was hardly enough for me. A week ago, a group from my Psychology class went to a little off-campus soul food restaurant. The owner was a big-boned and heavy-breasted black woman. She was not overweight, just robust and healthy looking. Her brownish-black hair was pulled tightly from her light brown face in a french twist. The face was lightly made-up and lovely. I could barely keep my eyes off her as she roamed around the room making sure her diners were happy. Purposely, I let my address book slide from my purse underneath the table so that I would have an excuse to go back later.
She called me at closing time to report finding the book. I went right over to collect it. "Thanks so much for calling me. You know my name is Kirsten. And you are?"
"Matty, honey. Short for Mathilda. Don't you just hate the name Mathilda? I'm only 38, but it sounds like I should be 70." After stopping for breath, Matty smiled and said, "Kirsten, girl, are you in the life? I sure hope you are. I just love eating skinny white girls."
"Well, Matty, I swing both ways. And I'm very attracted to you."
"Good, sugar. Let me just lock up. There's a small bedroom and bath upstairs. Go on up and get comfortable."
Whatever she had in mind, I was hot and I was game. I was removing my clothing, the little I was wearing, when she came in. She stopped to watch then began removing hers. She was a magnificient specimen of womanhood. He breasts were big but not sagging, the stomach flat, the hips broad but shapely. I knew I could lose myself on that. She stretched out on the bed, gathered up her breasts together and said, "Come to mama, Kirsten."
Hot, I rushed to her, straddled her body and brought my pussy to the tits she held. I let it slide all over those long, hard nipples and accumulated flesh. I worked my self into a frenzy as I manuevered my pussy on her.
"That's real sweet, honey. I've never had that done before. You're make Matty cum doing that, honey," she moaned as I screwed her breasts, feeling her nipples poking at my hole. "I want you to cum on them. Screw them harder, honey. They won't break. Cum on mama's titties, sugar."
A few more turns of my ass and thrusts of my pussy, she had her wish, complete with the day's supply of pussy juice. "Matty, eat me now," I pleaded as I moved my pussy to her face. There is something to be said for being big. This big woman had a long, thick tongue and knew how to use it. She sucked, licked, jammed her tongue in me. I rode that erect tongue like I would a dick, screaming, cumming the whole time as I fucked it.
There was also the sorority sister selling magazine subscriptions. She had parked her sales book on top of my things when we were in the restroom at the library. I was flipping through her book when she came out of the stall. We struck up a conversation and I invited her back to my place for an explanation of her products. My mom and step-dad recently sent me my usual and very generous allowance to spend as I wished. I was not into sororities--I was too busy satisfying other needs--but I knew they provided services to the community. Needless to say, something sparked between us. In practically no time at all, that soror had me on my hands and knees, begging for mercy, as she, armed with her strap-on dick, put a fucking in my ass the likes of which I'd never had from a woman.
Part 5
Of course, I had many other little episodes along the way during my four years. There was the big guy from a cattle ranch in Oklahoma. No problem getting old Hoss to take my ass! He was right back on the farm as he humped me all night.
I reminded a lonely dark-haired Wisconsin beauty named Sarah of her lover who had graduated and married. In her dorm room, she cried as she ate my pussy repeatedly, mumbling her lover's name. It sounded like Beth.
Then there was the delicate young Chinese woman from the laundry where I took my clothes. Mai-Lin brought my clothes one Saturday morning just as I was getting out of the shower. I opened the door clothed only in a towel. There was still water in my ears, but I heard when she said, "Mai-Lin lika you, pretty lady. Mai-Lin, she sucka your pussy good. You want?" Well, I dropped my towel and pulled her in. She stripped quickly as she followed me to the bedroom. When I lay back on the bed, Mai-Lin, small as a girl, climbed all over me, rubbing and sighing. She was true to her word as I came many times in that tiny mouth.
Through all of this fucking, I was still on the Dean's List. I was also on his wife, sucking her pussy in the upstairs bathroom of their home when I was invited to an Honors Tea. I tried to get him too, but he didn't want to do it in my ass. His married son, a headmaster at a boys' school, did just fine in his place.
Part 6
My looks and brains paid off for me. I got a job as a local television reporter, then two years later was given my own local talk show which really took off. You would think I'd be tired of so much sex by now. NOT! As it turns out sex and the show were tied together. I found that I was at my absolute best when I was fucked just before I went on. My assistant, an ambitious young black lady, was secretly providing pussy at that time. My, but that girl had the longest clit! But my needs got greater. I wanted to be fucked in the ass before I went on, too. The answer to my prayer came in the form of Juan, a handsome 20-year old studio worker/exchange student from South America. I accidently got a glimpse of his tool when I walked in on him using my bathroom.
"I'm sorry Miss Kirsten. I did not know you were in the studio."
"That's ok, Juan. My, you have a large..." I said pointing to his dick. It was at least 10 inches and slightly hard. "Juan, have you ever put your penis into a woman's ass?"
"Many times, Miss Kirsten. The women at home, they like it best. Good pleasure, no babies."
"I like it best, too, Juan. Would you consider doing it with me every day before I go on the air?"
"I would be honored to be of assistance to you, Miss Kirsten, " he said, bowing.
"Good. Good. Tomorrow in my dressing room at 1 p.m. Don't be late."
Juan was there and hard as a rock at 12:45. We lubed up and he went in. Lord, did he go in! I'd never had a dick as long or as round in my ass before. I was in hog heaven as his young body worked me over. I was cumming before I knew I was cumming. Juan kept battering and ramming, pulling my cheeks apart, jamming his thing in my ass. When I begged him to stop after I'd cum so much, he let loose with a load the likes of which I'd never seen before in one condom. Juan apologized, thinking he took me too roughly. He said he hadn't had any since he left home three months ago. "You'll always have ass here, Juan, if I'm around. You'll be one of my assistants. I want you here everyday at one doing what you did today."
Juan was pretty much faithful to his duties. When he could not get there on time, one of my new female assistants serviced me. I believe they were all a little afraid if me because when I fucked one of them, it was wild and hard. That's just who I am. I overheard one girl remark that she was sore three days after I fucked her. I was brilliant the day I dragged myself away from her pussy. Juan finished graduate school and moved away the year my show went off the air.
Part 7
That same year, I met, fell in love with and married a banker six years my senior. I was 30. My husband loved to fuck in my ass, but I had to give in occasionally and let him have some pussy. No problem. I didn't mind doing it because I did nothing else except spend his money. When we traveled outside the country, my husband indulged me and arranged for some discreet little threesomes with beautiful women. Our travel agent knew just what he wanted. When he opened our hotel door to a tall, blonde, blue-eyed "tour guide" in Sweden, he was taken aback because Inga looked so much like me. He was on fire as he walked around the room, watching me from every angle, as I fucked my double. He had to wait his turn.
In Paris, a sweet little Colette modeled lingerie in the hotel room. The girl spouted her lust in her native tongue as I tore her brief panties to get at her pussy. As I ate her, my husband eased his dick into my ass. When Colette wrote us later and asked for help to come to America, my husband used his connections to get her a job at a fashion house. Whenever he was away on business trips, he allowed me have Colette, who was lesbian, over for some fun, but only after all the servants were dismissed. I had some great times in the rooms of my large house with that hot-blooded 19-year old girl and the "toys" she brought with her.
Part 8
My husband just called to say that he'd sent a car to the airport to pick up one my birthday gifts. After drinks and dinner, the three of us--he, Inga(my gift)and I--would be driving up to the cabin in the mountains for the weekend. On the drive up, in our partitioned limousine, my husband and I got an early start on Inga. She loved having the two of us kiss her and feel her up in the back of the car. I got to fuck her first. It was MY birthday, after all! A good time is sure to be had by all.
-the end-
Ass Servants
This is all fiction. It never happened and never will. It involves consenting sex between adults and relations.
I had been married for over a year to a beautiful blonde named Jeri, when her parents needed a place to stay while they were in transition to a new home out of state. After many arguments and reservations, I consented to the temporary hell, hoping the time living with my in-laws would go quickly and painlessly.
Jeri was excited. She had often told me how much she missed living "at home" and welcomed this rare opportunity as a way to recapture her lost contentment. Biting my tongue, I accepted the situation, worried that I would lose my wife to my in-laws. I helped them move one weekend; it took a week to organize; and we were all settled in a short time. My father-in-law, Ron, graciously treated me to expensive beer, and my mother-in-law, Gracie, cooked us all the most fabulous meals. I was beginning to like our new house members.
But after a month or so, the typical in-law bitchiness kicked in. Gracie kept ordering Jeri around and forcing her "two cents" in on anything I said or did. Don't get me wrong, I liked my in-laws. But I didn't like living with them. Tensions grew.
"I want them gone soon, Jeri," I said one night.
"Don't worry about it, Sam. Just a few more weeks. I'm sick of you critisizing my mother, you know!"
"But she can be a real bitch, Jeri!"
"Screw off!"
I let it go.
The next evening, Jeri and her parents were watching TV downstairs, and I decided to retreat upstairs for some peace and quiet...and a much-needed beat-off session. Since Ron and Gracie moved in my sex life was shit. I made sure to keep the bedroom door parted, so I could hear if anyone was coming up the steps. Jeri would have killed me if she caught me masturbating, especially while her beloved parents were in the house. I pulled my pants down and started by bunching my balls up in my hand. Slowly I became erect. I could hear Jeri and her mother laughing downstairs, so I began to imagine Jeri taking off her clothes in front of her parents. That would be so hot. I pictured my wife dancing naked before the TV, so her parents could see her tight ass. Then I fantasized about her mother dropping to her knees and crawling toward her daughter with an open mouth, her tongue reaching out. By now I was beating myself really hard, my balls bouncing rapidly. I hardly noticed that someone was climbing the stairs! I quickly covered myself with a nearby blanket and turned off the lamp so I could see who it was through the crack in the door.
It was my mother-in-law, Gracie. "Goodnight!" she called.
"Night, mom!"
"Goodnight, dear!"
She was going to bed. I watched her nice chunky ass as she went toward the spare room. I had always sneaked glances at my mother-in-law's body...her meaty breasts and ass. I had always wanted to just slam her down and fuck her, especially when she was being such a bitch.
I moved closer to the door in hopes of catching a peek. Sure enough, she was undressing! She thought I was asleep in bed! And to top it off, she was wearing sexy thong underwear! When she bent over to take off her socks, her white ass spread to reveal her pink asshole. I wanted to lick that hole. I wanted to ram my nose into it and slurp the day's sweat from her crack.
I reached down and began to pump my cock as she slipped out of the thong, now completely nude, her breasts flopping. She was very similar to my wife, but fuller. She had a mole on her left buttock that drove me nuts. I wanted to bite it. I wanted to smash my face into her huge bush. Gracie stood upright and stretched her body. Then she looked directly in my direction! I realized that the light from her room was on my face! She saw me! I didn't even have time to hide my cock and balls!
My mother-in-law waved for me to come into her room. Without a thought, I obeyed eagerly. I heard Jeri and her dad laughing downstairs and that turned me on even more. While my wife and father-in-law watched TV, I was sneaking into my mother-in- law's bedroom. As soon as I got there, I pushed her onto the bed, ass up, grabbing her hair in my fist. "You dirty little boy," she grunted, raising her white ass to my face, offering her spread-open asshole for tasting. I buried my face between her buttocks. Her crack stunk of sweat. She hadn't showered since that morning, and had been working with Jeri in the garden. I welcomed the stink, lapping her ass with my tongue, frenching the underside of her hairy pussy. She had a stronger scent than her daughter, older. But I loved it! My mother-in-law moaned into the mattress, so only I could hear her pleasure.
"Like that ass?" she taunted. "Like the taste of my smelly asshole?"
I nodded, flipping her over. She spread her legs and her pussy. "Do what you want with me, Sam. You've fucked my daughter. I want to know what she's getting in that slutty little body of hers." She touched my penis.
I gritted my teeth and whispered, "You're an old whore, you know that? An old whore." I lifted her left leg so I could see that contrasting mole on her ass. I spanked it. I leaned down and bit it hard. Gracie squeeled. "What are you, ma?"
"I'm a dirty whore, Sam. An old whore. I'm a slave to your cock. My body belongs to my daughter's husband. Fuck it, Sam. Fuck your ma! Fuck me." I couldn't restrain myself anymore. I swatted her tits with my hand and drove my dick into her pussy, slamming hard. She bit into my neck and moaned into my chest.
"Take it, you filthy slut," I muttered. "I can smell your rank ass from here, you whore."
"Uh, uh, uh...my ass stinks," said my mother-in-law. "It stinks because I'm a filthy slut...a filthy slut...uh, uh."
By now I had forgotten that this was a very risky thing to be doing while my wife and her father were just downstairs. The last thing I needed was a confrontation with my hefty father-in-law. He'd easily kick my ass. And Jeri. I kept slamming Gracie, though, unable to stop. Then she panted in my ear, "I want you to get Jeri! Call her up here.uh, uh, uh.now." Was she crazy? Her own daughter? Did she want me killed?
"No way," I said, stopping. I felt her hands clench my ass, her fingers sinking into my asshole, playing around.
"Yesss. Yesss. Hurry. Call her up here, Sam. I want her to see me like this! I want her to see how I've stolen her husband!"
I felt helpless. The surrender to my mother-in-law was wonderful, so why not call Jeri up there? If she couldn't give me sex, then her mother could, right? That would teach her a lesson! I slipped out of Gracie and went to the top of the steps. "Jeri, can you come up here, honey?"
"For what, Sam?"
"I need to talk to you. It's important."
"Be right up!"
Gracie hurried and got on all fours, facing the hallway. "Fuck me from behind, Sam!" she ordered. "I want this to be the first thing she sees!" I mounted her and started banging. I heard Jeri coming upstairs. I turned to see her enter the room. She was shocked. "Sam! Mom! Oh my...what the...?"
"Uh, uh, uh, uh..." Her mother reached back and held my thighs as I ploughed her. My balls slapped her sticky skin. My asshole was open wide for my wife to see.
"Shut up, Jeri and fuck your husband." My wife stood there, speechless. I could tell she was resisting, but something dirty clicked in her mind. She approached us. Her mother moaned into the mattress. I spanked her over and over on that tantalizing mole.
"Touch me, Jeri," I said, gasping. "Touch my balls. Touch my balls."
As if in a trance, my wife reached over and cupped my soaked balls. She squeezed them and I grunted like a pig. Jeri was getting horny against her will. "Lick them, Jeri. Lick them."
Her mother came up for air and said, "Fuck him, honey."
Jeri knelt down and lapped at my bouncing sack, sucking the sweat and her mother's pussy and ass juice from them. "Augh, Sam! They smell!" she said.
"That's your mother," I said. "That's your mother's dirty asshole on my balls." Jeri kept sucking them, learning to savor the smell and taste. Soon she was plunging her face into both my balls and her mother's clit, moaning and panting like an animal. Her mother felt her daughter's tongue.
"Uh, uh,...that's it, honey. Uh, uh, uh...Serve my pussy, you little slut. Serve it. Serve it. Sam, move away and let her serve my stinking ass!" I pulled out and watched Jeri obey. She lay back on the bed and let her mother squat over her face.
"Mom, mom...this is...this is...wrong, isn't it?" Gracie smiled at me and lowered her ass onto my wife's face. "Shut the fuck up and serve my ass, you whore." My wife's face was muffled by her mother's luscious ass. I watched her nose sniff in the sweaty stink as she tongued the crack and bit her buttocks like a cannibal. She was gagging on her mother's pubic hair and loving it!
"Uh, uh, uh.that's it, you bitch! Serve me! Serve my stinky asshole! Serve that shitty fucking asshole, you slut!" Gracie moved her hips so she was slding her ass all over her daughter's face, suffocating her with her ass cheeks.
"Mmmrrph!" cried Jeri.
"What?" Gracie asked, lifting up.
"Please, mom! Please do something to my pussy! I can't stand it anymore! Please!" Gracie sat on Jeri's face again and ignored her. "Don't you ask me to serve you, you slut," she said.
I was about to explode, so I went to the bed. "What do you want, Sam?" Gracie asked. Before I could answer, she got off of my wife's face. Jeri lay there as if she was drunk. Her eyes were wide and glassy as she stared at her naked mother. Her face was soaked and filmy. I could tell that she needed fucked really bad. I leaned over to enter her open pussy. "Not so fast, Sam," said my mother-in-law. "I want you both to serve me now." She got on all fours again and spread her ass. I looked at my wife. She nodded, robotically, as if hypnotized. She was a slave to her mother's ass.
We both zeroed in on the ass-crack. At first we went about it slowly. But a frenzy overtook us and we were slurping away at that smelly hole, tongues clashing, licking the juice off of each other's faces, grunting like pigs. Our identities were lost in my mother-in- laws smelly ass. We forgot that we were even husband and wife and that Gracie was Jeri's mom and my in-law. All we wanted was more and more of that stinky meal. We wanted to serve and be slaves together. We gave in to the authority of that ass. It was an idol that we were ordered to give pleasure to.
"Enough!" said Gracie, panting wildly. She turned around and began to kiss us both. Jeri moaned as her mother kissed her.
"Please, mom! Please give us something now! I want to cum so bad."
"Okay, you dirty-minded tramp! Get down on all fours, both of you!" We obeyed. Jeri's face was near my ass and balls. Jeri was ahead of her mother. Gracie pointed to my ass. "Serve your husband's ass, Jeri." Jeri hesitated. So did I. I was embarrassed. I had been sweating and hadn't showered all day. Gracie stuck her face into Jeri's pussy from behind.
Jeri grunted and craned her neck back. "Oh, mom."
"Obey me, Jeri," said my mother-in-law.
"Yesss," moaned Jeri, pushing her mother's face back into her eager pussy. "Yesss, yess, I'll obey you." I felt my wife's tongue enter my sweaty asshole. She had never dared do this before. My balls swayed into her lips, sticking to them. I felt like a woman being ravaged. I grinded my ass into her face. I heard her grunt and moan into my asshole as her mother ate her pussy. "Ah, ah, ah! Oh, mom! Mom, I'm gonna cum! I'm cumming! Make me cum, mom! Ahh! Make me cum, pleeease!" My wife's tongue stiffened and fucked my asshole like a dildo. I wanted her to taste my asshole. I wiped my buttocks and crack all over her face. Soon I knew I was about to cum myself.
"I'm about to cum!" I cried.
"Hold it, Sam!" said my mother-in-law. She backed up in front of me and offered her ass up. "Cum on my ass, you fuck," she ordered. "Then Jeri will lick it out of my smelly asshole!" I came all over Gracie's white, moled ass, especially in her hole. My wife's thumb jammed up my own asshole, increasing the orgasm.
Jeri smiled at me, licking her thumb clean. "You stinky bitch, you," she said.
"Jeri," her mother insisted, "Now!"
My wife began licking my cum from her mother's asscheeks; then she spread them wide and sucked it out of the smelly asshole. "You worship that ass, don't you, you slut?" said her mother.
"Yes," answered my wife, as if drunk, "I worship that ass. I worship that ass. That ass is the only thing I can think of. I must serve that ass."
"You and your husband are now slaves to my smelly ass. You live to give it pleasure, don't you."
"Yes, we do," my wife and I droned together, submitting to total control. It felt good to give in and be nothing but a slave to that stinky asshole. I didn't even care about Jeri or anything. Only my mother-in-law's body. My wife leaned over to kiss her mother's butt cheeks. She looked at them longingly, as if in a trance.
"You are my slaves. You exist to serve my ass," said my mother-in-law. Her daughter was softly running her nose over the stinky pink asshole. "Yes, mother. We are slaves to your ass. We exist only to serve your ass..."
The End.
I had been married for over a year to a beautiful blonde named Jeri, when her parents needed a place to stay while they were in transition to a new home out of state. After many arguments and reservations, I consented to the temporary hell, hoping the time living with my in-laws would go quickly and painlessly.
Jeri was excited. She had often told me how much she missed living "at home" and welcomed this rare opportunity as a way to recapture her lost contentment. Biting my tongue, I accepted the situation, worried that I would lose my wife to my in-laws. I helped them move one weekend; it took a week to organize; and we were all settled in a short time. My father-in-law, Ron, graciously treated me to expensive beer, and my mother-in-law, Gracie, cooked us all the most fabulous meals. I was beginning to like our new house members.
But after a month or so, the typical in-law bitchiness kicked in. Gracie kept ordering Jeri around and forcing her "two cents" in on anything I said or did. Don't get me wrong, I liked my in-laws. But I didn't like living with them. Tensions grew.
"I want them gone soon, Jeri," I said one night.
"Don't worry about it, Sam. Just a few more weeks. I'm sick of you critisizing my mother, you know!"
"But she can be a real bitch, Jeri!"
"Screw off!"
I let it go.
The next evening, Jeri and her parents were watching TV downstairs, and I decided to retreat upstairs for some peace and quiet...and a much-needed beat-off session. Since Ron and Gracie moved in my sex life was shit. I made sure to keep the bedroom door parted, so I could hear if anyone was coming up the steps. Jeri would have killed me if she caught me masturbating, especially while her beloved parents were in the house. I pulled my pants down and started by bunching my balls up in my hand. Slowly I became erect. I could hear Jeri and her mother laughing downstairs, so I began to imagine Jeri taking off her clothes in front of her parents. That would be so hot. I pictured my wife dancing naked before the TV, so her parents could see her tight ass. Then I fantasized about her mother dropping to her knees and crawling toward her daughter with an open mouth, her tongue reaching out. By now I was beating myself really hard, my balls bouncing rapidly. I hardly noticed that someone was climbing the stairs! I quickly covered myself with a nearby blanket and turned off the lamp so I could see who it was through the crack in the door.
It was my mother-in-law, Gracie. "Goodnight!" she called.
"Night, mom!"
"Goodnight, dear!"
She was going to bed. I watched her nice chunky ass as she went toward the spare room. I had always sneaked glances at my mother-in-law's body...her meaty breasts and ass. I had always wanted to just slam her down and fuck her, especially when she was being such a bitch.
I moved closer to the door in hopes of catching a peek. Sure enough, she was undressing! She thought I was asleep in bed! And to top it off, she was wearing sexy thong underwear! When she bent over to take off her socks, her white ass spread to reveal her pink asshole. I wanted to lick that hole. I wanted to ram my nose into it and slurp the day's sweat from her crack.
I reached down and began to pump my cock as she slipped out of the thong, now completely nude, her breasts flopping. She was very similar to my wife, but fuller. She had a mole on her left buttock that drove me nuts. I wanted to bite it. I wanted to smash my face into her huge bush. Gracie stood upright and stretched her body. Then she looked directly in my direction! I realized that the light from her room was on my face! She saw me! I didn't even have time to hide my cock and balls!
My mother-in-law waved for me to come into her room. Without a thought, I obeyed eagerly. I heard Jeri and her dad laughing downstairs and that turned me on even more. While my wife and father-in-law watched TV, I was sneaking into my mother-in- law's bedroom. As soon as I got there, I pushed her onto the bed, ass up, grabbing her hair in my fist. "You dirty little boy," she grunted, raising her white ass to my face, offering her spread-open asshole for tasting. I buried my face between her buttocks. Her crack stunk of sweat. She hadn't showered since that morning, and had been working with Jeri in the garden. I welcomed the stink, lapping her ass with my tongue, frenching the underside of her hairy pussy. She had a stronger scent than her daughter, older. But I loved it! My mother-in-law moaned into the mattress, so only I could hear her pleasure.
"Like that ass?" she taunted. "Like the taste of my smelly asshole?"
I nodded, flipping her over. She spread her legs and her pussy. "Do what you want with me, Sam. You've fucked my daughter. I want to know what she's getting in that slutty little body of hers." She touched my penis.
I gritted my teeth and whispered, "You're an old whore, you know that? An old whore." I lifted her left leg so I could see that contrasting mole on her ass. I spanked it. I leaned down and bit it hard. Gracie squeeled. "What are you, ma?"
"I'm a dirty whore, Sam. An old whore. I'm a slave to your cock. My body belongs to my daughter's husband. Fuck it, Sam. Fuck your ma! Fuck me." I couldn't restrain myself anymore. I swatted her tits with my hand and drove my dick into her pussy, slamming hard. She bit into my neck and moaned into my chest.
"Take it, you filthy slut," I muttered. "I can smell your rank ass from here, you whore."
"Uh, uh, uh...my ass stinks," said my mother-in-law. "It stinks because I'm a filthy slut...a filthy slut...uh, uh."
By now I had forgotten that this was a very risky thing to be doing while my wife and her father were just downstairs. The last thing I needed was a confrontation with my hefty father-in-law. He'd easily kick my ass. And Jeri. I kept slamming Gracie, though, unable to stop. Then she panted in my ear, "I want you to get Jeri! Call her up here.uh, uh, uh.now." Was she crazy? Her own daughter? Did she want me killed?
"No way," I said, stopping. I felt her hands clench my ass, her fingers sinking into my asshole, playing around.
"Yesss. Yesss. Hurry. Call her up here, Sam. I want her to see me like this! I want her to see how I've stolen her husband!"
I felt helpless. The surrender to my mother-in-law was wonderful, so why not call Jeri up there? If she couldn't give me sex, then her mother could, right? That would teach her a lesson! I slipped out of Gracie and went to the top of the steps. "Jeri, can you come up here, honey?"
"For what, Sam?"
"I need to talk to you. It's important."
"Be right up!"
Gracie hurried and got on all fours, facing the hallway. "Fuck me from behind, Sam!" she ordered. "I want this to be the first thing she sees!" I mounted her and started banging. I heard Jeri coming upstairs. I turned to see her enter the room. She was shocked. "Sam! Mom! Oh my...what the...?"
"Uh, uh, uh, uh..." Her mother reached back and held my thighs as I ploughed her. My balls slapped her sticky skin. My asshole was open wide for my wife to see.
"Shut up, Jeri and fuck your husband." My wife stood there, speechless. I could tell she was resisting, but something dirty clicked in her mind. She approached us. Her mother moaned into the mattress. I spanked her over and over on that tantalizing mole.
"Touch me, Jeri," I said, gasping. "Touch my balls. Touch my balls."
As if in a trance, my wife reached over and cupped my soaked balls. She squeezed them and I grunted like a pig. Jeri was getting horny against her will. "Lick them, Jeri. Lick them."
Her mother came up for air and said, "Fuck him, honey."
Jeri knelt down and lapped at my bouncing sack, sucking the sweat and her mother's pussy and ass juice from them. "Augh, Sam! They smell!" she said.
"That's your mother," I said. "That's your mother's dirty asshole on my balls." Jeri kept sucking them, learning to savor the smell and taste. Soon she was plunging her face into both my balls and her mother's clit, moaning and panting like an animal. Her mother felt her daughter's tongue.
"Uh, uh,...that's it, honey. Uh, uh, uh...Serve my pussy, you little slut. Serve it. Serve it. Sam, move away and let her serve my stinking ass!" I pulled out and watched Jeri obey. She lay back on the bed and let her mother squat over her face.
"Mom, mom...this is...this is...wrong, isn't it?" Gracie smiled at me and lowered her ass onto my wife's face. "Shut the fuck up and serve my ass, you whore." My wife's face was muffled by her mother's luscious ass. I watched her nose sniff in the sweaty stink as she tongued the crack and bit her buttocks like a cannibal. She was gagging on her mother's pubic hair and loving it!
"Uh, uh, uh.that's it, you bitch! Serve me! Serve my stinky asshole! Serve that shitty fucking asshole, you slut!" Gracie moved her hips so she was slding her ass all over her daughter's face, suffocating her with her ass cheeks.
"Mmmrrph!" cried Jeri.
"What?" Gracie asked, lifting up.
"Please, mom! Please do something to my pussy! I can't stand it anymore! Please!" Gracie sat on Jeri's face again and ignored her. "Don't you ask me to serve you, you slut," she said.
I was about to explode, so I went to the bed. "What do you want, Sam?" Gracie asked. Before I could answer, she got off of my wife's face. Jeri lay there as if she was drunk. Her eyes were wide and glassy as she stared at her naked mother. Her face was soaked and filmy. I could tell that she needed fucked really bad. I leaned over to enter her open pussy. "Not so fast, Sam," said my mother-in-law. "I want you both to serve me now." She got on all fours again and spread her ass. I looked at my wife. She nodded, robotically, as if hypnotized. She was a slave to her mother's ass.
We both zeroed in on the ass-crack. At first we went about it slowly. But a frenzy overtook us and we were slurping away at that smelly hole, tongues clashing, licking the juice off of each other's faces, grunting like pigs. Our identities were lost in my mother-in- laws smelly ass. We forgot that we were even husband and wife and that Gracie was Jeri's mom and my in-law. All we wanted was more and more of that stinky meal. We wanted to serve and be slaves together. We gave in to the authority of that ass. It was an idol that we were ordered to give pleasure to.
"Enough!" said Gracie, panting wildly. She turned around and began to kiss us both. Jeri moaned as her mother kissed her.
"Please, mom! Please give us something now! I want to cum so bad."
"Okay, you dirty-minded tramp! Get down on all fours, both of you!" We obeyed. Jeri's face was near my ass and balls. Jeri was ahead of her mother. Gracie pointed to my ass. "Serve your husband's ass, Jeri." Jeri hesitated. So did I. I was embarrassed. I had been sweating and hadn't showered all day. Gracie stuck her face into Jeri's pussy from behind.
Jeri grunted and craned her neck back. "Oh, mom."
"Obey me, Jeri," said my mother-in-law.
"Yesss," moaned Jeri, pushing her mother's face back into her eager pussy. "Yesss, yess, I'll obey you." I felt my wife's tongue enter my sweaty asshole. She had never dared do this before. My balls swayed into her lips, sticking to them. I felt like a woman being ravaged. I grinded my ass into her face. I heard her grunt and moan into my asshole as her mother ate her pussy. "Ah, ah, ah! Oh, mom! Mom, I'm gonna cum! I'm cumming! Make me cum, mom! Ahh! Make me cum, pleeease!" My wife's tongue stiffened and fucked my asshole like a dildo. I wanted her to taste my asshole. I wiped my buttocks and crack all over her face. Soon I knew I was about to cum myself.
"I'm about to cum!" I cried.
"Hold it, Sam!" said my mother-in-law. She backed up in front of me and offered her ass up. "Cum on my ass, you fuck," she ordered. "Then Jeri will lick it out of my smelly asshole!" I came all over Gracie's white, moled ass, especially in her hole. My wife's thumb jammed up my own asshole, increasing the orgasm.
Jeri smiled at me, licking her thumb clean. "You stinky bitch, you," she said.
"Jeri," her mother insisted, "Now!"
My wife began licking my cum from her mother's asscheeks; then she spread them wide and sucked it out of the smelly asshole. "You worship that ass, don't you, you slut?" said her mother.
"Yes," answered my wife, as if drunk, "I worship that ass. I worship that ass. That ass is the only thing I can think of. I must serve that ass."
"You and your husband are now slaves to my smelly ass. You live to give it pleasure, don't you."
"Yes, we do," my wife and I droned together, submitting to total control. It felt good to give in and be nothing but a slave to that stinky asshole. I didn't even care about Jeri or anything. Only my mother-in-law's body. My wife leaned over to kiss her mother's butt cheeks. She looked at them longingly, as if in a trance.
"You are my slaves. You exist to serve my ass," said my mother-in-law. Her daughter was softly running her nose over the stinky pink asshole. "Yes, mother. We are slaves to your ass. We exist only to serve your ass..."
The End.
Winter Love
Mom said a lot of things the first time she found out. It was Christmas or two weeks away, and she was lonely a lot now she divorced dad, and anyway, she always knew how important physical contact was. We were a family that touched and hugged a lot. But we children had been touching and hugging a lot lately, for other reasons than we were family.
Better than words. Even when the words are sincere. Which they always were, with her. But when she found me and Christopher and Marge in Marge's bedroom, us naked and fooling around; our betrayal of her was in her eyes. Not ugly tears. Just sadness that Dad hadn't been gone for more than almost a year, and here was her world splitting into splinters, and us being perverts and all. Mom was still young and looked younger still. She thought, when she told us later on, that her kids had only each other and didn't need her at all, and the fact we had gone to each other, me, Tim, age 12; Christopher, age 10; Marge, age 14; well we had gravitated toward Marge and she supposed we considered her a failure.
But we didn't, and we felt sad when she looked at us for a long moment, naked and fooling around a moment before, but now naked and staring at her staring at us; all of us in shock. She didn't say a word. But her eyes hurt. And she tried to take it in, accept it, and just let us know she was there to talk to if we wanted. But not this. She could not talk about this. So she gently shut the door, having turned her back on us as Dad had turned his back on her and left us, him first, and now her. And we couldn't let that happen. We loved our mom. We were sad she was so joyless all the time. It hadn't been like that before. We had been talkers and jokers and laughers and kids and parents and getting away with stuff and not and being real and being alive, not like it had been for so long.
We had been wrestling around on Marge's bed, and playing with her and she had been rubbing our hard ons which weren't hard anymore; her hands still on our penises, a finger stroking mine, forgotten, Marge thinking, and we knew this was real; this was not a game; they could take mom away for this. We were ashamed. When before, we had been giggling and fingering and prodding and poking and licking and touching and pinching and examining each other so very closely, and it was right as could be; now it was wrong as could be. Mom would want to talk to Dad. Ask him what she should do. But there was no Dad. No child support. She had two jobs and here we had disappointed her by flashing our nakedness right in her face, which we hadn't meant to do; unless that door was unlocked when we thought it locked, for a reason.
Christopher began slowly to dress. He put on his briefs. I watched his wiggle worm get caught up in his BVDs. Neither of us looked at each other. Marge had her arms crossed over her beginning to bud breasts and her legs were closed together; she wanting another hand to cover her pubic hair. She got off the bed, turned her back to us, there would be much of this if we didn't stop it and soon, and put on her panties, bending over as we didn't look at her butt which was soft and fragile and beautiful, and then she put on her jeans and shirt and shoes. I dressed during this time. And we sat on the bed, feeling pretty stupid.. fully clothed, feeling more naked than we had been when we were naked, and Mom looking right at us. That image burned into our retinas forever.
"Whadda we do?" Christopher asked in his little boy voice, his head on my shoulder. Sucking his thumb.
"I guess we apologize." I said. How do you apologize for such a thing? The sex had been our idea in the same time. No one of us had suggested it. We had been growing toward it. We had been touching each other, showering together sometimes two and sometimes the three of us, we looked and saw and tested and approved, and Christopher's eyes were blue, and Marge had this sweet somewhat goofy solemn expression when she was trying to be so very serious and made us laugh, made her laugh too, our laughing at that, and sometimes we would meet in Marge's bedroom and feel each other up, and fill each other with kisses like Marge made with her boyfriends which made us jealous but she said we were better kissers than they. And sometimes she would come to our room, and sit on the bottom bunk and stroke me through my pajamas, and sometimes she would reach up to Christopher and he would be holding his hand down to her as he rubbed himself and she rubbed me and I pinched delicately her titties.
But that was all, and today we had been readying ourselves to actually fucking each other. We thought being sucked first was great and then we could fuck, and though Marge did not have that experience with her boyfriends, they told her about it, and she had seen movies with them about it and stuff, so she was the grand expert at all of this at large. And then Mom came in. And I said to my bro and sis, "let's tell her she need not worry. We did not do anything wrong. And neither did she. Agreed?" And they nodded their heads as we began our herky jerky slow stumble walk, like suddenly sentient globs of Silly Putty, to find her and try to tell her what we didn't know to tell her in the first place.
She was in the living room. We heard the TV and went directly there, and she was sitting on the couch, eyes red, not crying though, pretending to be caught up in a soap. "Mom," I began...waiting for Christopher and especially Marge to back me up and finish a sentence that had not finish. "Mom," Christopher (named for Christopher Robin, soft and smooth, and sweet faced and made of sugar and tender smile and wiry filament and narrow long arms and legs; he should have been carrying his Pooh bear with him; he used to; till he got too old for it.) And then he paused and his reedy high voice stopped hesitantly...and finally finally Marge said, coming to stand directly in front of Mom, while we two cowards remained behind the couch, her back to us..."Come here, Christopher," and I nudged the very scared little boy round the couch, interested to see what this was about, was I.
Margie took Christopher by his boney shoulders, stood with him in front of "As The World Turns," waited until Mom could not not look and had to, to satisfy curiosity, and there her eyes were, so Marge bent down, for she was taller than we, and kissed him firmly on the mouth and he kissed her back, as Marge took a deep breath, laving on Chris' tongue, and put her hand to the crotch of his jeans and felt around there. As his face flushed red, and his hands rubbed Marge's groin.. Sexy and fast.
Mom jumped a bit. Her head was slightly cocked to the right. The way it did when she was contemplating.
Marge saw this out of the edge of her eye, looked at her, then at me and nodded me round the couch like Christopher. I was pretty scared. Not knowing why really. Not knowing either why I was pretty excited.
Marge let go of Christopher and then French kissed me. She never had kissed me like that before. My penis rose, before becoming aware of Mom right there, and I stuck my tongue in Marge's mouth too and it was warm as our tongues wetly tipped at each other. And I held my sister to me so tightly.
Marge did it all so gentle like. So tender like. There was love in her mouth and in her hands and in her graceful body that was like a mer girl, much better than her name of Marge, she deserving quite a bit more, and then Marge was holding both of us tightly to her, and she with very experienced fingers, unzipping us, and pulling our penises free, which were so small, all of us including Mom beginning to giggle and not that uncomfortably; we were letting each other in on our secrets, and it was not as awkward now; mostly it was fun; remember, this was a touchy feely family, so we were already part way there, and now with Mom watching after all, we were all really sexed up. Our penises got hard.
Remember this too: Mom looked more like our older sister than our Mom.
. Marge arranged, bad word, too mechanical, too machine like; she was like a cool clear pool of water in which we were all swimming on a golden summers' day, so Marge coaxed us to our mother and gracefully conveyed her desire, Marge did, to bend over Mom and to hold her and to love her and to cuddle with her, our penises outside our jeans, warm by the space heater, and us stroking our hard ons, and Marge getting off her blouse as Mom held us and put our faces to hers, and smelled the freshness of childhood, as we knew she had forgiven us, and I had the idea of Marge's effortless delicate tableau to extend past this night.
I looked up as Chris and I were each reaching for, our jeans now we had pulled down round our ankles, across Mom's lap, each other's penis, as Marge had taken off her shirt, and was pinching her own breasts Mom looked at her, as Marge unashamed, as somehow we had become unashamed as well, knelt in front of Mom, and we on the side, and Mom's hand accidentally brushed Marge's breast, the nipples hard and ready for love; and then Mom accidentally touched my penis which was harder than it had ever been, and the accidentally turned to on purpose.
As I say, it was Christmas or close enough to it. And afterwards there were many things to talk about, but right now I put my hand to my Mom's left breast; she was not wearing a bra; her nipple was hard; I feared I had gone too far, and with some pain, looked up to her face as she started stroking my hard on and felt my gentle smooth warm balls, and she was smiling at me, and I helped her pull her blouse off. .....
It was a pretty wonderful Christmas that year. We gave each other ourselves. What more can a person give? We had love and each other and we did just fine and got to not missing Dad pretty quickly.
Oh yes, for Christmas Eve, when we explored each other more than we ever had before, it snowed huge amounts. Christmas carolers were singing in the streets. We, bro and sis and mom and I were on the deep piled carpet by the Christmas tree in the glow of the merry Christmas lights; we were naked and kissing and feeling and preparing to fuck for the first time our mom and each other; we were safe and happy and free, and those are, I think, pretty good things to be; hey, this rhyme is free.
-the end-
Better than words. Even when the words are sincere. Which they always were, with her. But when she found me and Christopher and Marge in Marge's bedroom, us naked and fooling around; our betrayal of her was in her eyes. Not ugly tears. Just sadness that Dad hadn't been gone for more than almost a year, and here was her world splitting into splinters, and us being perverts and all. Mom was still young and looked younger still. She thought, when she told us later on, that her kids had only each other and didn't need her at all, and the fact we had gone to each other, me, Tim, age 12; Christopher, age 10; Marge, age 14; well we had gravitated toward Marge and she supposed we considered her a failure.
But we didn't, and we felt sad when she looked at us for a long moment, naked and fooling around a moment before, but now naked and staring at her staring at us; all of us in shock. She didn't say a word. But her eyes hurt. And she tried to take it in, accept it, and just let us know she was there to talk to if we wanted. But not this. She could not talk about this. So she gently shut the door, having turned her back on us as Dad had turned his back on her and left us, him first, and now her. And we couldn't let that happen. We loved our mom. We were sad she was so joyless all the time. It hadn't been like that before. We had been talkers and jokers and laughers and kids and parents and getting away with stuff and not and being real and being alive, not like it had been for so long.
We had been wrestling around on Marge's bed, and playing with her and she had been rubbing our hard ons which weren't hard anymore; her hands still on our penises, a finger stroking mine, forgotten, Marge thinking, and we knew this was real; this was not a game; they could take mom away for this. We were ashamed. When before, we had been giggling and fingering and prodding and poking and licking and touching and pinching and examining each other so very closely, and it was right as could be; now it was wrong as could be. Mom would want to talk to Dad. Ask him what she should do. But there was no Dad. No child support. She had two jobs and here we had disappointed her by flashing our nakedness right in her face, which we hadn't meant to do; unless that door was unlocked when we thought it locked, for a reason.
Christopher began slowly to dress. He put on his briefs. I watched his wiggle worm get caught up in his BVDs. Neither of us looked at each other. Marge had her arms crossed over her beginning to bud breasts and her legs were closed together; she wanting another hand to cover her pubic hair. She got off the bed, turned her back to us, there would be much of this if we didn't stop it and soon, and put on her panties, bending over as we didn't look at her butt which was soft and fragile and beautiful, and then she put on her jeans and shirt and shoes. I dressed during this time. And we sat on the bed, feeling pretty stupid.. fully clothed, feeling more naked than we had been when we were naked, and Mom looking right at us. That image burned into our retinas forever.
"Whadda we do?" Christopher asked in his little boy voice, his head on my shoulder. Sucking his thumb.
"I guess we apologize." I said. How do you apologize for such a thing? The sex had been our idea in the same time. No one of us had suggested it. We had been growing toward it. We had been touching each other, showering together sometimes two and sometimes the three of us, we looked and saw and tested and approved, and Christopher's eyes were blue, and Marge had this sweet somewhat goofy solemn expression when she was trying to be so very serious and made us laugh, made her laugh too, our laughing at that, and sometimes we would meet in Marge's bedroom and feel each other up, and fill each other with kisses like Marge made with her boyfriends which made us jealous but she said we were better kissers than they. And sometimes she would come to our room, and sit on the bottom bunk and stroke me through my pajamas, and sometimes she would reach up to Christopher and he would be holding his hand down to her as he rubbed himself and she rubbed me and I pinched delicately her titties.
But that was all, and today we had been readying ourselves to actually fucking each other. We thought being sucked first was great and then we could fuck, and though Marge did not have that experience with her boyfriends, they told her about it, and she had seen movies with them about it and stuff, so she was the grand expert at all of this at large. And then Mom came in. And I said to my bro and sis, "let's tell her she need not worry. We did not do anything wrong. And neither did she. Agreed?" And they nodded their heads as we began our herky jerky slow stumble walk, like suddenly sentient globs of Silly Putty, to find her and try to tell her what we didn't know to tell her in the first place.
She was in the living room. We heard the TV and went directly there, and she was sitting on the couch, eyes red, not crying though, pretending to be caught up in a soap. "Mom," I began...waiting for Christopher and especially Marge to back me up and finish a sentence that had not finish. "Mom," Christopher (named for Christopher Robin, soft and smooth, and sweet faced and made of sugar and tender smile and wiry filament and narrow long arms and legs; he should have been carrying his Pooh bear with him; he used to; till he got too old for it.) And then he paused and his reedy high voice stopped hesitantly...and finally finally Marge said, coming to stand directly in front of Mom, while we two cowards remained behind the couch, her back to us..."Come here, Christopher," and I nudged the very scared little boy round the couch, interested to see what this was about, was I.
Margie took Christopher by his boney shoulders, stood with him in front of "As The World Turns," waited until Mom could not not look and had to, to satisfy curiosity, and there her eyes were, so Marge bent down, for she was taller than we, and kissed him firmly on the mouth and he kissed her back, as Marge took a deep breath, laving on Chris' tongue, and put her hand to the crotch of his jeans and felt around there. As his face flushed red, and his hands rubbed Marge's groin.. Sexy and fast.
Mom jumped a bit. Her head was slightly cocked to the right. The way it did when she was contemplating.
Marge saw this out of the edge of her eye, looked at her, then at me and nodded me round the couch like Christopher. I was pretty scared. Not knowing why really. Not knowing either why I was pretty excited.
Marge let go of Christopher and then French kissed me. She never had kissed me like that before. My penis rose, before becoming aware of Mom right there, and I stuck my tongue in Marge's mouth too and it was warm as our tongues wetly tipped at each other. And I held my sister to me so tightly.
Marge did it all so gentle like. So tender like. There was love in her mouth and in her hands and in her graceful body that was like a mer girl, much better than her name of Marge, she deserving quite a bit more, and then Marge was holding both of us tightly to her, and she with very experienced fingers, unzipping us, and pulling our penises free, which were so small, all of us including Mom beginning to giggle and not that uncomfortably; we were letting each other in on our secrets, and it was not as awkward now; mostly it was fun; remember, this was a touchy feely family, so we were already part way there, and now with Mom watching after all, we were all really sexed up. Our penises got hard.
Remember this too: Mom looked more like our older sister than our Mom.
. Marge arranged, bad word, too mechanical, too machine like; she was like a cool clear pool of water in which we were all swimming on a golden summers' day, so Marge coaxed us to our mother and gracefully conveyed her desire, Marge did, to bend over Mom and to hold her and to love her and to cuddle with her, our penises outside our jeans, warm by the space heater, and us stroking our hard ons, and Marge getting off her blouse as Mom held us and put our faces to hers, and smelled the freshness of childhood, as we knew she had forgiven us, and I had the idea of Marge's effortless delicate tableau to extend past this night.
I looked up as Chris and I were each reaching for, our jeans now we had pulled down round our ankles, across Mom's lap, each other's penis, as Marge had taken off her shirt, and was pinching her own breasts Mom looked at her, as Marge unashamed, as somehow we had become unashamed as well, knelt in front of Mom, and we on the side, and Mom's hand accidentally brushed Marge's breast, the nipples hard and ready for love; and then Mom accidentally touched my penis which was harder than it had ever been, and the accidentally turned to on purpose.
As I say, it was Christmas or close enough to it. And afterwards there were many things to talk about, but right now I put my hand to my Mom's left breast; she was not wearing a bra; her nipple was hard; I feared I had gone too far, and with some pain, looked up to her face as she started stroking my hard on and felt my gentle smooth warm balls, and she was smiling at me, and I helped her pull her blouse off. .....
It was a pretty wonderful Christmas that year. We gave each other ourselves. What more can a person give? We had love and each other and we did just fine and got to not missing Dad pretty quickly.
Oh yes, for Christmas Eve, when we explored each other more than we ever had before, it snowed huge amounts. Christmas carolers were singing in the streets. We, bro and sis and mom and I were on the deep piled carpet by the Christmas tree in the glow of the merry Christmas lights; we were naked and kissing and feeling and preparing to fuck for the first time our mom and each other; we were safe and happy and free, and those are, I think, pretty good things to be; hey, this rhyme is free.
-the end-
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