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“Shit,” I say startling Mom and Chelsea awake.

“What’s going on?” Mom asks concerned as I sit up between the two of them; we’d returned to the bed sometime in the middle of the night; the couch was a little cramped.

“Dad and Angel are going to be home soon with a surprise apparently,” I tell her.

Mom grins. “She did it, didn’t she?” she asks.

“Tell me the truth, did you two plan this?” I demand.

Mom shakes her head. “No, of course not; we’re just good on our feet,” she says with a devilish grin. “Okay, first things first, showers, but make them quick,” she says. “Then we’ll clean up the house and get some food going,” she instructs. “Did your sister say anything else?”

“She said to tell you to wear your red, V-neck top and black leggings,” I shrug.

Mom grins again. “Smart girl, okay, let’s go!” she says and herds us into her shower; no funny business, though I’ll admit it’s difficult not to get hard watching two gorgeous women soap each other up, and when Chelsea decides to wash my cock, I’m tempted to bend her over and fuck her senseless.

“Later,” she winks at me.

“I’m holding you to that,” I tell her and then she looks down and nods.

“You better,” she says and then winks one more time before tossing me a towel as Mom shuts off the water.

We make quick work of the house; I clean the living room while Chelsea starts making something for brunch since it’s late morning already. Mom, seeing as my cousin and I are handling the cooking and cleaning retreats to her room to change into what Angel suggested wearing. When I finish cleaning up the living room and spraying a pine-scented air freshener from the hall closet, I join Chelsea in the kitchen to help her out.

“I’ve got it,” she says sweetly. “I like to cook.”

“Well, then what am I supposed to do?” I ask, leaning against the small section of counter between the stove and refrigerator.

“Well,” she says as she gently pushes around the whipped eggs that will soon become fluffy, scrambled eggs. “Did you bring any of your flannel shirts?” she asks, biting her lower lip as she glances at me out of the corner of her eye.

I give her a sideways grin. “Maybe,” I say slipping in behind her, holding her from behind; she presses her ass into my crotch and I place small kisses on her neck.

“Well, I think you’d look super sexy in a flannel shirt and jeans,” she whispers in my ear as I move down to her shoulder with my lips, moving my hands up her loose, white T-shirt to her full breasts to find them unencumbered by a bra. “Fuck,” she gasps. “You need to stop before your dad walks in on us.”

Planting on more kiss on her cheek I release her tits and she bumps her ass into my stiff cock, tempting me to dry hump her as she flips the thick slices of ham in the skillet to the right of the eggs.

“You’re gonna get it later,” she threatens.

“I thought we already established that,” I say taking one of the pieces of bacon from the plate next to the stove.

“Go get dressed,” she says slapping at me with her spatula.

With a chuckle I retreat to my room and dig out a plaid flannel in red and black and then change into my nicest pair of black jeans, completing the ensemble with a pair of tan loafers. I head into the bathroom to inspect myself and I’ll admit, I’m impressed; the stubble on my face that’s been growing the past week and a half since my last shave is beginning to form into a decent beard already. It must be the Colorado mountain air taking effect and reminding me of my roots, or the fact that Chelsea was basically telling me she wanted a mountain man, that makes me appreciate having some facial hair again.

Mom exits her room as I begin to pass by the living room and I’m stopped in my tracks. Angel was right, the V-neck of the top she’s wearing plunges down much further than I’d expected, and it hugs her curves like cling wrap. Add the slight chill in the cabin hardening her nipples makes it obvious that she’s not wearing a bra. I also doubt that she’s wearing any panties; if so, it’s a tiny thong with no visible evidence.

“Can you help me, David?” she asks, snapping me back to reality.

I notice that she’s fiddling with a thin, gold necklace holding a small, diamond studded heart; I think Dad got her that necklace for Christmas or an anniversary a year or two before I left for college.

“Of course,” I say and meet her in the middle of the room; she hands me the necklace and turn turns her back to me, holding her hair up off of her neck. I stand close behind her to clasp the necklace into place and then kiss the back of her neck when I finish.

Mom turns and smiles at me, cupping my face in her hand. “Thank you,” she says but doesn’t kiss me; that time has passed. I’ve served my purpose already; it’s time to be her son once again. I can’t say that I’m not a little disappointed after the night we had and seeing how sexy she looks in her current outfit, but knowing that Angel is returning and my cousin can’t keep her hands off of me either makes up for it, and then some.

I follow Mom gaziantep escort bayan into the kitchen where she takes out a bottle of champagne and the jug of orange juice to make mimosas for everybody. She hands me a glass full of the mixed drink and then gives one to Chelsea as well before offering to take over cooking for her.

“No, I’ve got it; I don’t want you to ruin your outfit,” she says. “You look way too sexy to ruin that,” she adds with a wink.

Mom blushes. “Thank you, sweetie, but we should probably put the flirting to bed,” she says and then her cheeks grow even pinker. “You know what I mean,” she adds quickly and we laugh.

“Yes, Aunt Cassie, we know what you mean. We had our fun, now it’s time to move on,” Chelsea says. “You got your orgasms, now your marriage is the new mission,” she adds with a wink.

Mom suddenly looks nervous, so she chugs down her glass of mimosa and then quickly makes another one.

“Everything’s going to be fine, Mom,” I try to assure her. “Dad loves you and you love him.”

“Yes, I do,” she says but still looks scared. “But what if I can’t compare to your sister after the time she showed him?”

I hadn’t thought about that; what if Angel actually fucked things up instead of helping? I push the thought away; Mom needs reassurance. Just as I’m about to say something, though, the door in the kitchen bursts open and the top of a Christmas tree bursts through, carried awkwardly by my gorgeous sister. I rush over and take it from her to help Dad carry it to the living room.

“Thanks, Son,” he says with a big smile on his face, but then we stare at each other awkwardly, knowing pretty much exactly what happened last night. I open my mouth to speak and he holds up his hand and shakes his head. “Don’t,” he says.

“But-“

“What happened, happened and there’s nothing we can do about it now,” he says. “It’s Christmas Eve, I love your mother, and that’s it. Yesterday is yesterday.”

I nod at him. “Okay,” I say. “What can I do to help?”

“For now, just help me get the new stand for the tree set up and then we’ll eat. After that, we’ll get the tree decorated; God knows your mother has a shit ton of decorations in the garage,” he says.

I grin and chuckle. “Yeah, she does,” I agree and then he turns as Mom stands at the edge of the living room. “Cass,” he says softly.

“Xander,” she chokes out, I can see the tears in her eyes from my spot across the room.

Before either of them can say anything else, Dad rushes across the room and pulls Mom in for the biggest kiss I’ve seen them share in years. Then Dad surprises me by squeezing Mom’s ass with both hands and lifting her off the floor; her legs wrap around his waist and then she pulls her head back to look him in the eye with wide eyes. Her look of shock turns into a familiar lustful smile before she latches her mouth onto his again. Without hesitation, Dad turns and carries her to their room where he kicks the door shut.

Chelsea and Angel are both standing where Mom had been a moment ago, Chelsea with as shocked of an expression as I feel on my face but Angel is beaming brightly; her brilliant blue eyes sparkling with joy.

“What did you do?” I ask her.

“I reminded Dad of who he used to be: a strong, confident man who knows how to take charge when he needs to,” she says.

“Did it work?” Chelsea asks.

“I haven’t seen Mom get that excited in Dad’s arms in a very long time,” Angel says. “His fat cock is hard as a rock right now,” she says.

I gawk at her; I assumed she seduced Dad but hearing her say something like that brings out a jealous side of me I wasn’t expecting. Of course, I have no right to be jealous since I spent the night fucking our mom and cousin. Could this situation be any more fucked up?

“It smells amazing, Chels, what did you make?” Angel interrupts my thoughts, turning towards the kitchen, taking off her gloves and jacket on the way.

The three of us sit down to eat the spread of food Chelsea made, sipping at mimosas until we begin to hear Mom’s surprised wails coming from their room. Chelsea and I gape at each other and then look to Angel who is wearing a smug smile on her face as she tears a chunk of bacon off and chews on it happily. Angel is a miracle worker.

“You did that in one night?” Chelsea asks baffled.

Angel shrugs. “He always had it in him; he just needed to be reminded. They used to be like that, don’t you remember?” she asks, turning to me.

I shake my head. “I don’t ever remember hearing that,” I admit.

She blushes. “I guess I was the only one curious enough to eavesdrop when they were having sex when we were kids,” she says.

I shake my head again. “You’ve got some issues, sis,” I say with a chuckle.

“I know,” she says with a devilish grin and then winks at me, causing a wonderful tingle to start in my crotch.

“YES! YES! OH, FUCK XANDER!” Mom shouts suddenly.

“He found her clit,” Angel beams.

“It’s not hard,” I say remembering how engorged Mom’s clit got when I ate gaziantep escort her out; it’s my turn to blush.

“So, you DID eat Mom out,” she says, horniness and jealousy flashing all in one sexy expression.

“Hey, he wasn’t the only one,” Chelsea chimes in.

“You guys fucked her senseless didn’t you?” Angel asks, shifting in her seat as her left hand falls to her lap. She’s beyond ready to fuck us both; I can see it in her eyes.

I look to Chelsea who winks at me so I grin and wink back at her. All this talking has gotten me pretty stiff as well. But before I can do anything, Mom and Dad’s door opens suddenly causing us to whip our heads around.

“I’ll be right back, don’t you dare move,” Mom says and then shuts their door before nearly running naked to the dining room where the three of us were about to get busy. She makes a bee-line for Angel, takes her face in both hands and kisses her hard on the lips. “Thank you,” she says. “Whatever you did last night…thank you!” she says and then kisses Angel’s forehead before flashing us an apologetic smile. “Sorry,” she says and then quickly retreats to her room where we hear the door lock this time.

Angel slowly turns back towards us with wide eyes, her cheeks rosy and her mouth open wide. “We have the sexiest but most fucked up family ever,” she says and the three of us erupt with laughter, but while Angel is distracted with her own laughter, I quickly get up and pin her from behind to her chair, turning it to the side as Chelsea leaps up from her chair and rushes around the table to drop to her knees in front of Angel.

“What the fuck?!” Angel cries before Chelsea can even reach her tight jeans.

“I bet you wish you were wearing leggings now, don’t you?” I whisper in her ear.

Angel reaches back and I press my stiff cock, still confined in my own pair of jeans, against her hands. She squeezes through the denim, jerking me through the fabric. I breathe deep as I enjoy her attention to my throbbing cock while at the same time watching as Chelsea works Angel’s skin-tight pants off of her lower half and then discards them behind her. Chelsea tugs on Angel’s legs to get her to slide forward. Angel lets go of my cock and moves her hips forward, spreading her legs to give Chelsea access to her pussy. Chelsea buries her face in Angel’s pussy; Angel holds Chelsea by the back of the head as she grinds on our cousin’s tongue; I step around to my sister’s left where there’s more room and she reaches over to undo my pants. I do it for her, desperate to have her lips around my cock again.

As soon as my rock hard cock is exposed, Angel leans over and sucks me into her mouth. The vibrations from her moans caused by the oral pleasure our cousin is giving her drives me wild. I reach down and gather Angel’s hair into a ponytail and hold on tightly. I then begin to fuck her mouth; Angel looks up at me with her bright blue eyes daring me to shove deeper into her. I take the challenge and feel the tip bump the back of her throat. She pulls back against my hand but I hold her in place for a moment before finally releasing her. Angel gasps for air but jerks my slick cock lubed up with her saliva, when she grins up at me again, I pull on her ponytail and then shove her mouth back down onto my cock and she takes the entire length this time, my balls pressed against her chin.

Her eyes grow wide for a moment and when she pulls her mouth off of me, she looks down at our cousin and begins to scream out a small orgasm. “Right there, Chels! Yes! Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Don’t you fucking stooooooooooop!” she screams until her orgasm ends.

Then Angel stands up and turns her back to me. “Fuck me, David! Please, I need your cock inside of me!” she pleads and who am I to deny such a desperate request?

I push her forward so she’s holding onto the table, arching her back and spreading her legs for me. Chelsea strips her jeans off and climbs onto the table, spreading her legs wide for Angel to begin eating her out as I ram my cock into my sister’s dripping pussy. Chelsea got her nice and wet for me; I slide into her with no resistance, all the way to the hilt.

“Fuck, I missed your cock,” she says, looking at me over her shoulder. She gives me a wink before returning to our cousin’s pussy.

Chelsea catches my eye by taking off her loose shirt and then stares me down seductively as my sister eats her out while I piston my cock in and out of her slick pussy. Chelsea leans back on one arm moaning and groaning as she plays with her tits with her free hand. Angel reaches back to her ass, rubbing her cheek as best as she can; I’m not totally sure what she’s trying to do, though.

“I believe your sister is asking to be spanked,” Chelsea tells me.

“Mmmhmmm,” Angel’s muffled voice sounds from between Chelsea’s legs.

Chelsea grins and winks at me and I almost chuckle from Angel’s response, but instead I give her what she wants and strike her ass with my open palm sharply on her right cheek, sending ripples through her bubbly butt. I repeat gaziantep escort bayan ilanları the action on her other cheek and marvel at the sight.

“Don’t forget to keep fucking her,” Chelsea reminds me, snapping me out of my distraction of my sister’s incredible ass. “Oh fuck,” she suddenly gasps as Angel must have found a good spot.

Chelsea falls back on both elbows, her firm tits protruding from her chest like beautiful mountain peaks. Angel has both of her arms wrapped around Chelsea’s upper thighs, holding her legs apart as she devours our cousin’s pussy. Chelsea can barely squirm beneath Angel’s strong arms; that girl has much more strength than appearances reveal. She’s in incredible shape, yes, but her slender arms look much softer than they really are; I think this is the first time I’ve really seen evident muscles appear on them. They’re not bulky like a body builder, but there is more tone in them than I remember seeing before. Why I’m so focused on her arms as I’m steadily pounding into her hot, wet cunt, I have no idea, but I’m finding them mesmerizing for some reason.

I tear my eyes away from her arms and focus on her ass that jiggles beautifully with each slam of my body against hers. Taking hold of her hips, I pick up the pace and power behind my thrusts, desperate to fill her pussy with my seed. I slap her ass every so often to shock her and she yelps into Chelsea’s pussy each time, sending a vibration through our cousin’s body. Grinning at this, I find a steady fucking rhythm and begin spanking her steadily as well until all that can be heard are Chelsea’s wails from Angel eating her out to completion, Angel’s horny groans from my spanking and fucking, and the slapping of my skin against hers.

Then Angel stands up, forcing me to slip out of her pussy, and when she turns towards me, her face is soaked in Chelsea’s juices and Chelsea is breathing heavily, lying back on the table, sprawled out like a lunch platter for us all to partake in. Angel suddenly latches her mouth onto mine, soaking my face with Chelsea’s hot, stickiness as well. When I break our kiss, I grab the hand towel hanging on the handle of the oven and wipe mine and my sister’s faces clean.

After a giggle, Angel kisses me again, grinding her sex against mine, so I grab her perfect ass and lift her off the floor. Her legs wrap around my waist and she traps my cock between us. She sucks my tongue into her mouth, shoving hers into mine as well. I lift her up a little higher until I feel my cock pressing against her pussy lips again. She sinks down onto my cock, slamming herself against me. She begins to unbutton my flannel shirt as we continue to kiss with me impaled deep inside of her.

“I missed your cock so much,” she whispers. “Dad’s was super thick, but yours reaches so much deeper; you hit every wall,” she tells me and then holds onto the back of my neck as I shrug my shirt off of my shoulders and let it fall to the kitchen floor.

I bounce her on my cock once and she gasps happily as I swear I sink even deeper into her. She pulls my face into her large tits, lifts herself up again and then falls back roughly onto my cock. I begin to bounce her on my cock like it’s a pogo stick until my legs begin to burn. That’s when I turn and slam her into fridge and pound her mercilessly. It’s not until an opened box of cereal falls on Angel’s head that we realize this might not be the best place, so I decide to carry her down the hall to my room; the room the three of us will be sharing the rest of the trip. We do stop a couple times along the way for me to pin her against a wall and fuck her for a few more seconds.

When we reach the bed, I drop her onto the mattress from the foot of the bed and she giggles as she crab walks backwards to the pillows. I crawl after her like a hungry lion and then fall on top of her once she stops and spreads her legs. I slip back inside of her like a fox diving into its hole for hibernation, but there will be no sleeping in this den. Her legs wrap around me in a vice grip fighting against my hammering into her pussy as best as she can. I’ll admit, she can put up a good fight, but her orgasm that’s been building the past few minutes defeats her resolve and her legs help me slam into her harder instead. The slapping of our skin echoes off the walls as I plow deeper and deeper into her, desperate to plant my seed in her garden. Then finally I explode into her, sending us both into crazed hysterics of grunting and wailing as we each experience major orgasms.

No sooner than we finish, Chelsea bursts into the room and throws a bunch of clothing on top of us.

“Thanks, assholes!” she says. “You left me passed out on the table where your parents could have found me and forced me to clean up our mess!”

Before she can put her clothes back on and storm out, I pull out of my sister, rise up and grab Chelsea’s hand, pulling her back to me. Her angry, amber eyes glare at me so I know there are no words I can say to ease her tension. Instead, I plant my mouth on hers and even though she accepts me at first she begins to resist, remembering that she’s angry with me. I take control, wrapping my arms around her and then twist around to fall onto the bed. We bounce once before I slide down to the floor, force her legs open and latch onto her pussy with my mouth. She automatically grinds into my mouth as I probe my tongue into her; she was jealous more than angry with me.

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“You’ve lost your mind,” Sarah bit out.

“Want to bet on that.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her to her feet. She glared at him waiting for the offer. “If you don’t cum at least three times before I cum once, we’ll never discuss this again.”

“And if I do?”

“We’ll have to wait and see where that takes us.” He pulled her tight against him, his throbbing cock wedged between them. The last bet she almost lost because she underestimated his stamina. This was the same thing.

“I have to cum four times before you.” The upturn of his lips was his only response. Just like the night of the party, John scooped her up and pressed her against the nearest wall. He assaulted her neck with nips and kisses as her legs wrapped around his waist. Wasting no time, he shifted her weight to one arm and used his free hand to guide tool to her waiting folds.

She moaned at the welcomed familiarity of his cock stretching her once again. His lips found her ear and he nibbled on her earlobe. The gentle thrusts of his hips made her beg for more.

“I knew it,” he breathed against her neck. He started trusting a little faster as his hand found her beautiful, firm tit. It fit perfectly in his hand as he kneaded the flesh and twisted the nipple. Sarah rocked her hips against her brother, finding a rhythm that matched his powerful bucking. He was already bottoming out and it drove her crazy. With each withdraw, the tip of his cock hit her g-spot. Every forceful shove forward and he drove deeper into her.

“That’s it, big brother,” she moaned as her fingers held onto his shoulders for leverage as she forced her body to meet each of his movements. Knowing how sensitive her clit was before the torture he put her through, his hand moved between them. His fingers circled the bundle of nerves. “Yes, yes, yes.”

“Come on, little slut,” he groaned in her ear. “We both know you want to cum. Your big brother’s cock is waiting to be bathed in those delicious juices.”

“Shit,” Sarah moaned as she shuddered, “That’s cheating.”

“There is no cheating when it comes to sex.” He sucked her earlobe between his teeth.

“Fuck, Johnny.” She shuddered and sighed in defeat as his hips slowed.

“One down, three to go,” he teased. Wrapping his arms around her, he walked over to the couch. He hovered over her with his cock still buried deep in her cunt. It clenched around him when he pressed deeper. His hands grabbed hers and pinned them over her head. She grinded against him, a smirk growing on her pleased face. He changed his pace from determined to flat out forceful.

He pulled out slowly, only the head parting her lips. A swift and powerful push forced him to bottom out. Her body jostled beneath him with every drive forward. Leaning down, he captured a nipple in his mouth and sucked on it. A moan escaped her as his tongue swirled around its captive. She tried to free her hands to level the playing field, only to find the single hand holding them was stronger than her own will to control.

Her body writhed under him and he moaned at the sensation. Releasing the now sore nipple he smiled down at her. He slowed his strokes and brought his free hand to her hip. Her hips grinded against him and he groaned. The lace of the panties rubbed against him, bringing a new sensation to the mix.

“Damn, Sarah,” he looked down at her. Lust filled sparkling green eyes met his own. No matter who won, it was worth every ounce of effort. She was moaning his name as she physically begged for more. Her legs were hooked around his waist, urging him deeper. She had called it cheating earlier, but it had worked. Undoubtedly it would work again.

His hand slipped from her hip to her clit and rubbed feverishly. Her body arched into his as she cursed. She squirmed in his hold as he worked back up to the determined pace from minutes ago.

“Johnny,” she moaned as her eyes disappeared behind the heavy lids.

“Orgasm number two coming right up, little sister.” He flicked her clit before returning to rubbing.

“Shit, I’m cumming,” she groaned as her body rocked harder against his. escort gaziantep Letting go of her hands. He sat back and watched her come undone. He had neglected to watch the last time, and every time before he never got a view quite like this one. He was looking down on her, his cock still pounding her pussy and wanting its own release.

John slowly rocked back and forth in her, watching her ride out the wave of pleasure. His thumb brushed over her clit and she shuddered still in euphoria. He began rubbing her clit. Slowly at first, with an occasional pinch, then he increased the speed and pressure as he watched another wave consume her. Her juices gushed around him, coating him down the base.

“Cheater,” she mumbled breathlessly when she finally came down.

“Correct me if I’m wrong, you just came twice.” The shit eating grin greeting her made her groan in annoyance. “That makes three.”

“Good to know you can do the math.” She squealed when he moved them again. She looked down at him as she sank onto his amazing tool. She rocked her hips against him as her arms wrapped around his neck. “Is this your way of evening the odds?”

“Perhaps,” he shrugged as his hands moved up her side to cup her breasts then back down to her ass. His hand smacked the firm cheek causing her to yelp. “Maybe I’m just tired of doing all the work.”

“Lazy bum,” she teased. Adjusting her position, she began to ride her brother’s cock. She was determined to take it easy, and not get too caught up in the moment. His hands worked their way back to her hips and gently followed her lead. Short of a good view of the women on top, this position did nothing for him.

Sarah’s pussy walls tightened around him every time she sank to meet his hips. Her eyes were locked on his as disappointment grew in her. His hips would rise to meet hers, and his hands sent shivers down her spine as they roamed over her body. Giving into her satisfaction, she began to ride him faster.

Bouncing tits inches from his face gained his attention and made his mouth water. He nipped at the tender flesh but made sure to avoid the sensitive nipple he had toyed with earlier. Sarah groaned as she filled her pussy again.

With a grin, John found her clit again. Before Sarah could protest, he went to work. Teasing her clit and nipples in turn as she moved faster and harder. With a curse slipping past her lips, John chuckled.

“You can always admit defeat.”

“Fuck you,” she hissed attempting to glare at him again. The failed warning look made him chuckled again. Feeling how slick his finger was, he retreated.

“I’m sorry, Sarah,” he kissed her neck. “Just one more and we can finish.”

She pushed on his shoulders to put space between their bodies. His hands returned to her hips then down to her ass. Giving a quick squeeze earned him a squeak of surprise. She smacked his shoulder. She doubled her efforts. Just one more repeated in her head as she felt the buildup she was searching for. Just like she had with her brother, John had studied his sister today and knew she was on the brink. Her eyes were closed in concentration. Moans poured past her perfect lips and a shudder ran through her body.

His hands slipped farther down her ass to the dividing line. Lost in her own world, John probed her second whole. His finger was still slick as he traced the tight, dark circle. As her second shudder rocked her, John thrust his finger into her tight hole.

“Fuck, Johnny,” Sarah shouted as she came for a fourth time. Her brother’s finger once again invading her from behind sending her over the edge. He nodded as he noted he was able to get past his second knuckle. Falling against her brother’s chest, Sarah sighed in satisfaction. “Are you like secretly Superman, or something?”

“How can you be making jokes when you haven’t finished?”

“What are you talking about?” Sarah pulled away from his sweaty chest to look at him. With a jerk of his hips, she was reminded of his stiff tool still demanding attention. “The deal was I had to cum four times and you win. There was gaziantep fetiş escort no mention of you cumming.”

“I said at least three times, in the original bet. Meaning, I still get to but I had to make sure you were taken care of first.”

“You take bets way to seriously,” she snorted as she set free his aching cock.

“We still have,” he glanced at the clock on the wall, “Twelve hours to do whatever I want today. Considering how good of a sport you’ve been, I’ll give you a choice. The butterfly treatment, or helping me get off.”

Sarah’s eyes fell on the forgotten toy and her thighs rubbed together. With a huff, she stood in front of her brother and dramatically dropped her arms to her side. He grinned at her and pointed to the ground. She knelt down where she stood and waited. He twirled his finger and she shifted to face away from him.

“Ass up, little sister.”

“You can’t be serious,” she panicked. Her ass was one thing no one had ever used and she wasn’t ready for it.

“Calm down,” he got to his feet then knelt behind her. Pushing her gently forward, he watched as her used pussy glistened. “If I wanted your ass, you would know it. I figured we’ve done everything else that’s considered typical.”

He widened her stance and licked her shiny lips. Sarah shivered as she lowered her upper body to her arms. Another passing of his tongue as she wiggled her hips. Four times had been the deal, but knowing her brother he could outlast her by one or maybe two more. She cursed internally as she felt the tip of cock being pushed devastatingly slow into her waiting hole.

“Why didn’t we start this way,” she moaned. It felt like his cock had grown as his pushed through her tight hole. He hadn’t even finished feeding her pussy when she felt him as deep as the first time. “You feel amazing, big brother.”

“That’s why I saved this one for last,” he groaned as he bottomed out. The slow retreat and rough plunge back into the depths made Sarah moan. Her body instinctively pushed back as he entered and rolled forward as he pulled out to the tip. “God, you were tight before but now… Fucking perfect.”

John bucked his hips with more urgency. His hands grabbed at her hips and forced her to move faster with him. His fingers dug into her skin as he took control. Sarah could feel he was already on the verge of release and she bit back a giggle. Had she known this earlier, she could have won the bet. With a new heat rising up her neck, she did something she only did with Lily.

“Keep going, big brother. Stretch my dirty little pussy,” she moaned. “Fill me up with your seed. Fill my needy hole. Show me what that big dick is for.”

Thrusting harder, John groaned at his sister’s words. Whether it was from the heat of the moment, or only words, it drove him ever closer. Throwing his head back, he gritted his teeth as he pulled her harder against him. His heavy balls slapped against her clit causing Sarah to shiver and moan under him.

The tell-tale twitch of his buried dick made Sarah plead for more. She was panting beneath him as she worked to keep herself upright on her arms. The carpet was scraping at her elbows and knees as her brother used her body. A firm tug of her hair, and her head was brought up the slightest.

“This makes you mine,” John growled in her ear. Her body shuddered as his finger found that beautiful button between her legs. “No more whoring yourself out without my say so. Do you understand?”

She whimpered and slowly nodded when he tugged on her hair again for a response. Releasing her, he smacked her ass. He groaned his claim of mine. He pinched her clit, sending a jolt through her; mine. Roughly grabbing her swinging tits, he squeezed them; mine. The second twitch of his cock and he moaned one more claim as he shot off his load into her aching cunt. Sarah hummed in satisfaction as the warm cum filled her.

Rocking his hips a few more times, he allowed the last few strands of his seed to join the rest before pulling out. Sarah collapsed on the floor, gaziantep bayan escort panting heavily and enjoying the wonderful feeling of her brother’s cum dripping from between her legs. John fell to his ass, his back resting against the couch. Reaching for his pants, he pulled out his phone and snapped a picture.

Sarah weakly held up her middle finger and he chuckled as another click from the phone confirmed he saved the moment. He tossed the device back onto the pile of clothes then waved her over. With a huff, she pulled herself up and stumbled over to him. Taking her hand, he pulled her back down onto his lap. The combination of her juices and his cum smeared across his leg as he wrapped an arm around her waist.

“There’s one more thing,” his grin reappeared. She sighed and dropped her head to his shoulder and rested a hand on his chest.

“Some people need to rest, Superman.” His hand lifted her chin so she was looking at him. His forehead rested against hers.

“One thing,” he continued, ignoring her snarky remark. “That we haven’t done since Halloween.”

Confusion, and annoyance from the confusion, filled her eyes as she struggled to keep them open. His thumb brushed over her flushed cheek as he studied her. He hadn’t even thought about kissing her. The thought only came to him when he watched her riding him. Those full, pouty lips that had been saying his name.

John brought his lips closer to hers and smiled as her arm glided over his shoulder. This moment was different. Before now, it had been a game of who was right and better than the other. His lips brushed hers as he beckoned her closer. Just like the rest of her, her lips were soft and warm as they met his. What started as a gentle kindness soon became heated.

Their tongues dueled and explored. His hand found one of her tits and began to knead it. Her one hand cupped the back of his head while she squirmed on his lap. The hand around her waist followed the curve of her thigh to her leaking pussy. The squirming stopped as a finger snaked between her folds. His thumb brushed over her swollen clit making her moan into the kiss.

Cautiously, Sarah’s hand fell to her brother’s. Fighting past the fire building in her, she gently pulled his hand from her. Breaking the kiss, John looked at his sister with a suspiciously raised eyebrow. She bit her lip as she sought for the words that kept disappearing in the clouds.

“Regardless of what you may think, I need a minute to breathe. You wore me out,” she blushed. Never in her life had she been fucked to the point of sleep. Normally it was a quickie, or she was the one doing all the work. John had literally fucked her breathless. Her body ached and was sticky from sweat and the cum still clinging to legs and lips. “Plus, I’d really like a shower.”

“Fine,” he sighed teasingly and watched as she got back to her feet. He watched her leave the room, paying close attention to the sway of her hips and slight jiggle of her ass. Reaching for his phone, he glanced at the screen. It was a little after noon and he had three texts. All of them were from Drew. The first was a picture of him plowing into some red head who was on all fours. The second was his praises of the crazy chick.

John felt envious for a second before the water from the shower echoed through the house. Suddenly, pride washed over the man as he recounted to himself everything that had just unfolded. Scrolling to read the third message, a chuckle left him. Red’s boyfriend showed up and Drew was currently hiding in the closet.

Looking back down the hall, John considered his earlier thoughts of inviting someone over to partake. Their cousin wasn’t who he had in mind. He pushed the thought away again. If things continued this way, tomorrow would be better. His phone lit up and drew his eyes back to the screen. Drew was a few blocks away requesting sanctuary.

John cursed and rushed to his feet. Pulling on his boxers, he kicked the remaining clothes and vibrator between the couch and recliner. Fumbling with the remote, he shut off the T.V. to hide the various videos. There was a pounding at the door as John scanned the room one more time. He opened the front door and grinned at his cousin.

“Shut up,” Drew hissed as he pushed past. His balled-up clothes and shoes were covering his crotch as he stood in the entryway. One sniff of the air and his eyes darted to John. “Am I interrupting something?”

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The story involves themes of Incest, BDSM, Dominance/submission, bisexuality and some homo-erotica. If any of that offends you, just move on to another story. All characters are 18+ years of age. And this is a work of fiction. Thanks to John, Jake and Andrew for their help with suggestions, editing and proofreading. Suggestions for kinks, characters or plot are often worked into future chapters. Thanks for reading. Comments, Favorites, and Ratings are very much appreciated.

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I began slowly sawing my cock in and out of the naked, giant, black man’s tight asshole. He slapped the floor from his kneeling position. And in his deep, bass, gravelly voice, he began to whimper, “Too long! Too long!”

I hadn’t even given him the full length of my six and a half inch cock. But, I started to slowly withdraw. I didn’t want to hurt the man.

“Damn! Too long since a real man just took my fucking, pussy ass!” Blix shouted.

I had misunderstood. I grabbed Blix’s hips and drove my cock into the hilt. “Then take it, you little bitch,” I commanded. “Little” is a misnomer. Blix is six foot seven of chiseled muscle. He’s gotta weigh at least three hundred and fifty pounds.

My cock was encased in a jet black condom. It looked strange, but sort of mysterious and sexy too. I actually had to borrow the condom and lube from Blix. He had mocked me, saying, “What sort of damn Sex Club President doesn’t even carry his own condoms and lube!” And he pulled out a tiny bottle of lube the size of a personal hand sanitizer, and a silver plated condom carrying case that was engraved, “Big Blake.” “Blake” was the name Blix had used when he had been a professional escort, a gigolo. “Javelin Spears” had been his porn name. Now he was a Private Detective called, Blix. I don’t know what name he grew up with. He had led an interesting life.

I had him roll the condom onto my cock. I think that is a submissive’s duty, to worship and care for the Master’s cock. Blix wasn’t my submissive, at least…not yet. But he had kept telling me how his ass was hungry for my cock, and that my cock was nice and hard, and the perfect size.

Blix let out a falsetto, “Hoo!” He slapped the floor with both hands. He was on his knees, with his forehead and elbows touching the waiting-room carpet. We were in the waiting room of Dr. Shapiro’s plastic surgery clinic. Blix turned and looked over his shoulder, and stared me right in the eye. Then he said something curious, “I’m not gay you know.”

I spanked his ass with my open palm. I pulled back, until just the head of my cock was ringed by his sphincter. Then, I raised my hands and interlocked my fingers behind my head. I stopped thrusting, and just tried to brace myself, with my toes digging into the carpet. I said, “Like Hell you ain’t gay, Bitch! Fuck that tight, black ass back onto my stiff cock!” Blix groaned, but pushed his way back onto my cock, until my pelvis was flush against his buttocks. He growled, whimpered and moaned. “You love it,” I insisted, “Tell me you love it, Bitch.”

“Ah, shit. I love it, Bobby!” Blix groaned.

I spanked his other ass cheek. “Not good enough. Tell me what you love.”

“I love your cock! I love you drilling my ass, Bobby. Fuck me! I’ve never had a cock as fine as yours fucking my ass. But, I still love women. I love fucking women. I love Regina!” He said “Regina” so that it rhymed with “Vagina.” I had to stifle a snicker.

I pressed myself in deep, and rolled my body over the giant’s broad, muscular back. I am used to being larger than my lovers. I’m six-two and weigh two hundred and fifteen pounds. But Blix makes me lookM small! He is easily the manliest man I have ever fucked. Ah hell, the only other man I had ever fucked up until then was my father. And Dad has a handsome, but androgynous face. Dad is thin and lean. Blix is massive, bulked up and incredibly manly. And I was having a blast fucking him. Maybe that made me gay. I don’t know. It made me at the very least, bisexual. But, I had to admit, one of the most exciting things about fucking Blix was in Dominating this otherwise very masculine and seemingly domineering physical specimen. I hugged Blix around the waist and bit at the back of his neck, actually, I didn’t reach that high, and ended up biting him high, between the shoulder blades.

Blix moaned and arched his back, and worked his ass in circles on my stiff cock.

I reached down and found his hard, thin, eight inch prick. He was fully hard, and with each thrust of my cock inside him, his cock seemed to ooze a small stream of precum into my palm. My cock must have been hitting his prostate just perfectly, massaging out so much precum. I wrapped my fist around his cock. His dick is about as thin as my father’s, even though his cock is nearly two inches longer than mine. Using his own precum as lube, I started fisting his cock, jerking him off in rhythm to how I was plowing his backside.

“Yellowcard! Yellowcard!” Blix shouted.

I asked, “What’s wrong?”

“I’m so fucking on the edge of cumming right gaziantep escort now, If you jack-me off any more, I’m gonna shoot all over the carpet, and you said I had to ask my Mistress for permission to cum.”

I continued to jerk him, but slower. I said, “Do you want to ask me?”

He groaned and said, “Can I cum, Bobby?”

“Call me, Sir.”

“Sir, please, can I cum? Your cock and your hand feel too good. I’m about to shoot my load.”

“Will you be my little, gay, sissy-ass bitch, Blix?”

“Fuck you, Bobby!” Blix was mad. I let go of his cock and slowly started easing my dick out of Blix’s ass. “What the fuck! Shit, Bobby, I’m mean, Sir. Fuck. Keep fucking me! Please. Sir? Please? I’m so damn close, and you feel so damn good deep inside me.”

“Tell me what you are,” I demanded.

“Fuck, you don’t play fair,” Blix whined.

“And you’re gonna be my little, bisexual/gay, submissive sissy-bitch, Blix. Say it or I will pull out now.”

“I’ll be your sissy-bitch, Sir. Just finish me off, now, please,’ Blix begged.

I licked along Blix’s spine, between his shoulder blades. I raised myself up, let go of his cock, but grabbed his hips, and started steadily thrusting inside him. I said, “No.”

Blix looked at me and his eyes narrowed with anger. I could feel his whole body tense up. It made his asshole grab my cock and squeeze. I nearly lost my nut. But I held back. “What do you mean, ‘NO’? Damn it, Sir, I need to fucking cum!”

“I told you before. You are going to hold off cumming, little bitch, until your Mistress says you can cum. She owns your pleasure now,” I said. And I emphasized the statement by spanking his ass again.

Blix growled, “This is the first time I’ve ever let a man spank my ass!”

SMACK! I spanked him again. “It won’t be the last,” I insistently predicted.

Just then, the door to waiting room swung open. Gina stood in the doorway with fire in her eyes. I couldn’t tell if it was anger or lust! She said, “Daddy, you’re fucking my Baby Clown!” Gina is a little person, less than four feet tall in her bare feet, and she was in her bare feet. She was wearing green slacks and a white blouse. She has short, spiky, white hair, and a round, feminine face. She’s doesn’t have a model’s looks, but she’s very cute with flashes of lovely. She used to have oversized, inflated stripper-titties. They had been expanded by some Mexican plastic surgeon who didn’t know what the Hell he was doing. They had left her in pain, with big stretch marks, and giant, mismatched breasts. I could tell, even with her blouse on, that Gina’s breasts were smaller now, but they were still large, especially on her small frame. She had gone to Dr. Shapiro to have them reduced. I was surprised that she was out from her procedure already. I thought Gina might be laid up in recovery or something. I was wrong. Maybe I was wrong about fucking Blix too. Because Gina was angry. She said, “How could you, Robert! Why didn’t you wait to fuck Blix until I was here to see?”

Blix said, “But, we thought you could see? Didn’t Dr. Shapiro have the waiting room security cameras pulled up on his computer in the exam room?”

Gina blushed and smiled. “How did you know?” she asked.

“Because the Doctor and I were watching you, Bobby and Nurse Nancy going at it during my exam! That’s how I knew. We thought that if we put on a little show for you out here, that might distract you, and relax you while you had your procedure done, Mistress Regina.”

Gina seemed to relax a bit. “Well, that’s was a thoughtful idea, Baby Clown, but it made your Mistress and the Doctor all too horny. The Doctor’s hands started to shake. And I was so wet and trembling. We had to turn it off.”

I slowly withdrew my cock from Blix’s ass. Blix muttered, “Fuck,” under his breath. He was disappointed.

I said, “I’m sorry, Kitten. We didn’t mean to upset you.”

“Oh, Daddy. I’m sorry. I’m not upset. I shouldn’t be. I didn’t know that you were thinking about me, and putting on a show for me. That’s actually so very sweet. But, I couldn’t stop thinking about you fucking my Baby Boy out here. It was driving me crazy. I wanted so much to be there the first time you take my submissive clown’s ass.”

Blix said, “It was my idea to put on a show.” Blix was still on his hands and knees.

Gina walked over to him. “Of course it was your idea, my Porn Star Stud!” she said, ” I love you.” Even with him on hands and knees, she barely had to bend at the waist to kiss him! They shared a long, slow, romantic kiss.

Blix broke the kiss and smiled; he beamed. “You love me, Mistress?”

Gina held Blix’s face in her hands. Her short fingers caressed his cheeks. She said, “Of course I do, Blix. You’re my Baby Clown! You two rescued me from Ian. How could I not love my Daddy and my Baby Clown!”

I had stood and took off the black condom on my still stiff cock. I was watching the tender scene between giant Blix and tiny GIna. Blix looked up at me when Gina said she loved me too. I couldn’t gaziantep bayan escort ilanları tell if it was anger, disappointment, or resignation in his eyes. He was often a difficult man to read.

I asked, “So, Kitten, how did the procedure go?”

Gina smiled up at me. She said, “Swimmingly. Dr. Shapiro is a master. He really knows his way around a pair of fake tits.”

“Well then, let’s see his handiwork, Angel. Show us your tits,” I commanded.

Gina looked at me. I was just wearing a polo shirt and socks. I had taken off my pants and boxer shorts to fuck Blix. Then she looked at Blix. The large black man was totally naked, and still on his hands and knees. He just had two small forceps attached to his nipples as nipple-clips. Then she looked around the waiting room, and blushed, as if there might be someone else who might see her. “Right here? Right now, Sir?” she shyly asked.

“Of course, Kitten,” I said, “Did the Doctor have to make incisions?”

“No, Daddy. He just had to insert a needle into each breast to draw out some fluid. I didn’t even need a local anesthetic.” She began to unbutton her blouse. “But, my breasts are still very sore. Dr. Shapiro says that’s just my breasts getting used to their new shape and the skin reforming. He says most of the soreness will go away after a day or two. But, please don’t spank my titties, Master. You know, normally, I’m excited by that, but my breasts are just too tender right now. And, I’m sorry, Baby?” She was looking at Blix. “You won’t be able to titty-fuck me for at least a few days.” Blix pouted. Gina continued, “So, maybe we can try to work that monster cock of yours into your Mistress’ tight, tiny, little pussy later.”

Blix sputtered, “Mistress, are you serious?”

“You did arrange for the moving truck this morning. And you dealt with Ian when I wasn’t prepared to. I think you deserve a reward. We’ll just go slow and easy this first time.” With that, she pulled open her blouse and shrugged it off her shoulders. Her breasts were much smaller, but still ridiculously huge on her small body. My guess was that she was an E cup now. But, her breasts were perfectly matched now. Before, they were much larger and lopsided, with one about a cup-size bigger than the other. And the stretch marks on them were smaller and didn’t look as white and angry as before either.

I whistled. “Very nice, Kitten.”

Blix asked, “Mistress, can I touch your titties?”

“Gently, Baby Clown,” Gina answered.

Blix reached up with his massive hands and caressed Gina’s even more massive tits like he was touching a delicate work of art that might shatter if he was too rough.

Gina moaned and thrust her chest forward. Her nipples were already excited. The right one was firmer than the left. Dr. Shapiro thought that maybe the Mexican Plastic Surgeon who had done Gina’s initial boob job had done some nerve damage in Gina’s left breast, causing the nipple not to get as firm.

Blix leaned forward and gently licked one of Gina’s nipples. She moaned louder, so he began to go back and forth, licking and flicking at her nipples with his tongue. And Gina closed her eyes and tipped her head back.

She looked so serene standing there in her green slacks, having her tits loved up by Blix. But I needed relief. I had been holding back from cumming while fucking Blix. It was one way I wanted to establish dominance, by delaying his orgasm, but also by making sure I outlasted him! But that just meant, I had been focused for the last half-hour on delaying my own orgasm. I walked over to Gina, and aimed my cock at her lips with my left hand. My right hand came behind her head and stroked her short white hair. I touched my cock to her lips. She was wearing a light orange lipstick. She didn’t even open her eyes. She just parted her lips and welcomed my shaft into her mouth. Her lips covered her teeth. And her small hands came up to my ass to pull me deeper inside. It was an invitation to fuck her mouth. My hips started to thrust. Damn! She was sexy. She hardly had to bend over to take my cock. I could feel my balls tighten as I ramped up to my orgasm. I saw no reason to hold back. I asked her, “Angel, do you know how to deepthroat?”

Her eyes opened, and she looked up at me. Her right hand gripped the base of my shaft and she pulled her luscious lips off of me. She smiled up at me and said in a very sweet and innocent voice, “Of course, Daddy! May I take your cock back into my throat? Would you like to cum right into my tummy?”

I said, “Yes, Baby Girl, Daddy wants to cum in your belly. I’m right on edge of cumming right now. And I want to let go.”

“Goody,” she said. And she began to take my cock again with renewed vigor. She kept her hand at the base of my shaft, so I wouldn’t thrust too deep until she was ready. She began to slobber on my cock, slicking it with her saliva, getting it very wet. Then, she looked up and said, “Ready to cum, Daddy?”

“Yes, Angel.”

She gaziantep bayan escort took my cock into the back of her mouth and gagged. She pulled off. Regrouped. And tried again. I got to the back of her mouth and she retched, like she might throw up. She pulled off, choking for air.

I said, “If you can’t deepthroat, that’s fine, Baby Girl. I can just cum in your mouth or some other way.”

Gina shook her head, determined. She emphatically state, “I KNOW how to deepthroat, Master! It’s just that your cock is thicker than the ones I’ve taken before.” She nudged Blix. “Baby Clown, stand next to Daddy. I want to show him something.”

Blix stood next to me, not touching me at first, but Gina grabbed his cock with her other hand and guided him closer. She had her left hand around the base of his cock and her right hand around the base of mine. She licked the tip of my circumcised cock and then the tip of Blix’s uncut cock.

Blix muttered, “Oh fuck.”

Then Gina took Blix into her mouth, only about four inches. She looked up at me and smiled around his cock. Then she closed her eyes, took her hand away from Blix’s thin, eight inch shaft and swallowed his shaft entirely! Her face moved down, then down farther, until her lips were right at the root of his cock. I could tell by the angle of her head that she had taken the black man’s cock deep into her throat. She did this while moaning or deeply humming around his cock; and she didn’t gag at all.

Blix grabbed my arm and started panting, “Oh, shit. Oh, shit. I can’t hold back. I can’t hold back!” Two small forceps were hanging off of Blix’s nipples. I had taken them off of Nurse Nancy and put them on Blix just after she got called away, presumably to assist with Gina’s procedure. I had done that basically to just establish dominance. For some reason, that seemed very important to me. I guess we aren’t that far removed from our cousins, the silver-backed apes. I gave one of the forceps a tug, and Blix’s tiny man-nipple stretched painfully. He winced, “Ouch!”

I reminded him, “Your pleasure and your orgasm belong to your Mistress. You need to ask for permission to cum, or she’ll punish you.”

Blix laughed, shook his head, and cynically muttered. “What’s she gonna do to me?”

Gina heard that and pulled her head off of Blix’s cock. “For one thing, Baby Clown, you won’t get to fuck my sweet, tight, tiny pussy later!”

Blix’s demeanor immediately shifted. He sputtered, “Oh Jesus. I’m sorry, Mistress Regina. I didn’t mean that. Really. Mistress? Please. You can spank my ass later. But I need to fuck you. I need to make love to you, Mistress! Please? And I just really need to cum right now too. Bobby worked me up. And my balls are so damn tight. I’m just right on the edge, Mistress. Please let me cum!”

I smiled. I liked Blix. But he intimidated me. And it felt good to see this giant, naked force of nature begging to cum. I don’t know why.

I didn’t get much time to ponder the subject, because Gina pulled on both of our cocks and forced us to face each other, with the tips of cocks touching. Then she said, “Oh my! Both my men! Both of these lovely cocks. My Daddy and my Baby Clown! Both at the same time! Then she licked the tips of both our cocks!

Blix tried to press his cock into Gina’s mouth, but that only made his shaft rub up against the head of my cock. It was a strange and exciting sensation. So, I tried to return the favor. I thrust my hips slowly and my cock slid up and along Blix’s.

Gina’s head was being squeezed between the two of us. But she didn’t seem to mind. She would alternate between us both, and then try to take both of us at the same time, as deep into her mouth as she could.

Blix said, “Mistress, may I cum? I need to cum now. I can’t hold back any more.”

Gina looked up at us. She said, “Blix, I want you to kiss Bobby.” Then her eyes went wide, “Is that alright, Master?”

I nodded.

Blix whined, “But Mistress, that would just be so GAY!”

Gina nodded. “Fuck, yes!,” she shouted. “And that excites me, Baby Boy! It excited me to see Daddy spreading your ass cheeks and tongue fucking you, Baby. It excited me to see him press his big fuck-stick right up my Baby Clown’s tight, little shitter, Mister! This isn’t about you, subbie. This is about your Mistress’ pleasure. So, kiss him!”

Blix bowed his head and whispered, “Yes, Mistress. I’m just not used to this.”

“Get used to it! Kiss him!” Gina demanded.

Blix looked at me and made a face like he was about to drink sour milk. He sneered and kissed me. He kept his eyes wide open and his lips pursed, but tightly shut. For some reason, I wasn’t insulted. I found it amusing. I closed my eyes, and tried to kiss Blix back as best and as passionately as I could.

I wrapped my arms around him, and as I felt his excitement building, my hands trailed slowly down to his ass. Blix brought his hands up to my chest. At first I thought he was going to push off and away from me. But then I felt him caress my pecs and tease my nipples with his thumbs. It felt good. So, I moaned my approval into his mouth. His lips parted, and our tongues touched and played. I took a peek and Blix’s eyes were closed. I caressed his ass cheeks and found Gina’s hand already there. So, I gently cupped Blix’s butt-cheeks and spread them. And I felt Gina reach and begin to toy with Blix’s lubed asshole.

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A/N: This is a very long chapter. I do hope everyone enjoys it. I had a lot of fun writing this.

Ch. 6 — The Mother, The Son & The Lamia

Seattle, Washington

9:00 PM

Hidden Underground Civilization

Albert was standing in the dark and in the presence of many nonhuman creatures, creatures he only thought existed in children’s tales and video games including movies. Yet here he was looking at satyrs, golems, trolls, and many more races he was unfamiliar with. Although it was dark, he had no issue seeing perfectly in pitch darkness. The interior of the black palace was, well, very black. Whereas the outside walls were a dark brown color as earth normally is. The walls of the palace and the interior were made of black earth, not obsidian but pure black rock. He wondered how on earth got this black. It didn’t look to be painted nor did it looked to be burned either. But that wasn’t the most pressing matter. No, there was something else happening.

The torch lights turned on all at once together inside of the throne room, revealing a plethora of creatures present, alongside some human males. There were short green men that looked to be goblins or how they are popularly portrayed in different forms of media. There were giant hairy men with bulbous noses that looked to be trolls wandering around with other creatures in the back. There were fair-skinned men and women with long pointed ears, clearly not human, and most likely elves who were talking with nearby humans. He watched his mother and her friend stand before what he thought was a giant snake, but was in fact a Lamia. A woman with a snake’s body starting at her navel down to her legs which was a long tail. She was a black woman with large breasts. Her lips were as dark as her areolas. Her hair which was wild and unkempt she kept in an Afro. Her two arms were covered in tribal markings, including her abdomen and breasts.

Albert picked a small corner of the throne room closest to where his mother was at. He watched as she and her friend spoke as if they were snakes, with a lot of hissing for some odd reason. They made short and long hisses. Something deep within him recognized the language but could only make out the word, ‘Help me’. He wasn’t sure how he knew this. After the Lamia hissed back accordingly to his mother and her friend, Lisa and Morania turned to face each other and began to undress one another.

First, Lisa tore open Morania’s button-up blouse. With her buttons popped and her shirt open, she was free to show off her large breasts that everyone in the room could see. Lisa threw Morania’s shirt to the side and burned off her own shirt, jacket, pants, bra, and panties in a quick flash of light. Albert was impressed by this as he had never seen her do that when she was with him and Indigo. Morania pulled her panties down her legs and stepped out of them.

“Do you love me Morania” Lisa asked her softly.

“So her name is Morania…what kind of name is that? Is it Bulgarian?” Albert thought privately.

“I think I always have, since the first time I met you. You’re so beautiful. Too beautiful to be with just one man or woman. It’s not fair.” Morania answered.

“As beautiful as you think I am, there is one more beautiful than I. My beloved son whom I love more than my creator. He has the privilege of fucking me whenever he pleases.” Lisa whispered into Morania’s ear, seductively.

Albert blushed when he heard this. Although she whispered this to her friend, he heard it crystal clear as if he were in Morania’s place. Was that odd? How on earth did that happen.

Morania blushed brightly and attacked Lisa’s large round breasts. Licking and sucking eagerly on her nipples. Lisa sighed and blushed. She caressed the back of her friend’s head softly. The men around them inched closer as they started to smirk and laugh. Albert became defensive of his mother and almost let everyone know he was there until the Lamia held up a hand, signaling the men to stay where they were.

“Yes, suck on those nipples! Suck them as my baby does. Ahh yes.” Lisa cooed as she fingered herself.

“God I wish I could drink the milk out of these huge fucking tits! I wonder what it would taste like” Morania growled.

Lisa smirked and blushed. She pulled Morania back by her hair and kissed and licked her along her neck and jawline. She squatted down in front of her and pressed her lips and mouth firmly between Morania’s legs and ate the raven-haired woman out.

“Agh!” Morania cried out placing both hands on top of Lisa’s head and thrusting her pelvis back and forth and rolling her hips In a gyrating motion. The feeling of Lisa’s long tongue flicking around inside of her wet pussy drove her insane.

“Eat that fucking pussy, you crestfallen bitch!”

“Mmm, Mmm, hmm, haah!” Lisa growled back.

The more Morania cursed and growled with sexual delight, the more Lisa flicked her tongue inside of her whilst also fingering her asshole. The pleasure sent her buckling and caused her to fall on her hands and knees. gaziantep escort bayan Lisa stood back up and caressed the side of her friend’s face. She turned to look at the Lamia who nodded to all of the men watching and masturbating intensely. The first one to join was the male goblin who stood at 3 feet and had oversize balls but small cocks. They might have been small but they used them with sheer aggression, meaning there was no love when they mated. They positioned themselves behind Morania and beneath her. One pushed his cock inside her asshole and the other slid himself inside of her wet cunt.

“Ooh, black hair lady tight behind” cooed the goblin who took her ass.

“She wet and tight in her birth hole!” said the one beneath her as they both fucked her hard without any care for foreplay.

A beautiful elf and a muscular one at that with a long cock approached Lisa, who she smiled back at out of courtesy.

“You must be descended from elven royalty, no human woman like you can be this beautiful and not have any royal elven blood in her. Please, mate with me and bear my children. They shall rule this world of men.”

“I appreciate the compliment their pretty boy, but I already have a child. Didn’t you hear me earlier? And I already have a man I love. I appreciate you wanting to strengthen your bloodline by mingling blood with me, but I cannot bear any more children, so I’m–“

“Then if little woman can’t have babies, then it be okay to fill you with my seed, over and over again!” interjected a giant man standing 15 feet tall!

“Well well well, I didn’t think I’d find one of my nephews and my son’s cousin here. You are a true Nephilim aren’t you big guy. The child of a human woman and an angel. And you’ve inherited your father’s size, whoever your father is. “

“You aunty? We mate anyway, NOW!” The giant said. As he reached below to touch Lisa, she repelled him back with a telekinetic blast that almost caved his powerful chest in, nearly killing him.

“The only one allowed to mate with me at this moment is this Lamia who I have business with tonight.”

“Well then my sweetness, I don’t see your son here, do you?” asked the Lamia.

“No I do not Madam Mya” Lisa replied, addressing her by name,

“Then let us mate, you and I” Lamia Mya hissed seductively.

Lisa approached Mya. Albert watched his mother approach the giant snake woman who curled her tail around her legs and back. Mya’s breasts were massive. The entire length of her body from the crown of her head to the tip of her tail measured 35 feet long. Her snake scales were multicolored when in a regular mood, but when she became excited; they turned red and gold and seemed to shimmer.

Something about this she-creature was oddly intriguing but also terrifying. How his mother was not terrified of her was amazing. Then again his mother wasn’t human much like this giant snake woman placing her index finger and thumb on her chin. She pulled her in for a long passionate kiss. Lisa kissed her back as passionately as she received it. Mya pulled her in closer so their bare breasts pressed against each other. Their intense kissing made their nipples erect and rub against one another. Mya picked Lisa up with both her hands and suckled intensely on her breasts as she played with her herself.

“Oh, does your pussy require attention too,” Mya asked Lisa.

She grew another pair of arms from the sides of her body and used those to spread Lisa’s legs apart. She pressed her firm plump lips on the fallen angel’s pussy and eagerly ate her out. With a long forked serpentine tongue, she flicked wildly inside of Lisa’s vagina and swirled it around inside of her with such ferocity and eagerness, that it forced the fallen angel to cry out in pleasure.

“Oh, Father!” Lisa cried out. Her cheeks were red, her eyes watery and drool hung down the side of her open jaw.

Albert grew angry watching someone else pleasing his mother, more than he ever could. But he remembered why he was here and kept his presence hidden as much as possible. Still, the sights and sounds of his mother moaning in delight and her friend practically gagging on the cocks of different rotating male creatures was an assault on his libido. There was absolutely no way he could keep his hormones suppressed for much longer.

“Tell me you want it, tell your ex-wife you want it inside of you!”

“Ex-Wife?” Albert said under his breath, shocked.

“I want you to fuck me with your snake cocks, daddy! Fuck my disgraced pussy you hissing bitch!” Lisa demanded.

Mya’s pussy which was closed all this time, opened up, revealing two purple-colored clitorises and inner cavity. Stimulating her cone-like clitorises, they grew and expanded rapidly into two large purple cocks with similar appearance to humans except they had natural bumps and ridges all around the shaft and head. Lisa squatted over the two snake cocks and positioned one at the entrance of her vagina and the other beneath her ass. Mya snickered and thrust gaziantep escort telefonları her snake body upwards, pushing her cocks inside of Lisa.

“FUCKK!!” Lisa cried out loudly.

“Yes, that face, that beautiful face, how I missed seeing it. Does your son make you feel this way. Can he even make you feel the way I’m making you feel right now?!” Mya teased Lisa.

“Don’t talk about my only ray of sunshine you–”

Mya covered her mouth with a hand to silence her. She used two of her other hands to fondle her breasts and play with and pull her nipples. With her last hand, she rubbed and twisted and pulled on her clitoris. The pleasure from all different directions assaulted her senses and caused her to cum over and over again, squirting all over her ex-wife’s large breasts with great force. It was like poking holes in a bottle of soda after shaking it violently.

Lisa trembled, having no energy left in her body, but the Lamia knew better. She turned her ex-wife around on top of her so her back was facing her. Stroking her erect clitoris, faster and harder, she was able to manually transform her small clitoris into a large cock. With one hand, Mya stroked her ex-wife’s cock as she continued to fuck both of her holes again.

“Yes, oh sweet darkness! Your holes are tightening around my cocks even more than before. Do they really feel that good, stretching your filthy whore holes apart?”

“Agh! Auughh! Hahh!” Lisa moaned loudly and deeply.

“Oh fuck I’m cumming, I’m cumming! Hahh!” Mya howled, pumping Lisa’s holes full of cum.

“Aahh! Oh, God!” Lisa came screaming, firing hot ropes of semen from her own cock onto the scaly tail of her ex-wife.

Lisa fell on her hands and knees, cum guzzled out of her spent ass and cunt as her cock retracted back into her body.

Morania too was pumped full of cum from goblins, elves, and even the Nephilim who came all over her face and breasts. Her face and chest were painted white as were her insides. She coughed up saliva and cum in globs. She looked over at her friend Lisa who was struggling to stay up on her hands and knees.

“Morania, our business here is–“

Then a blast of cold air blew from one specific corner of the throne room. A bright light shined brighter than anything inside or outside. Lisa was shocked to see her son standing there, staring knives at her and everyone else. The hair and clothes on the right side of his head and his body shined a blistering white. It was like white fire engulfed only that side of his body. His right iris changed from its normal color to snow white.

“Baby what are you doing—I, how much did you see” Lisa sputtered nervously.

“Enough mom. You told me that all the women you had would be mine. I’m still waiting. I’ve shared my girlfriend with you. This isn’t cool.”

“Baby I did promise you that, but right now I am doing this for you. This is important.”

“My my my, so this is your son. His power and aura are so much different than the dimwitted giant over there. This is one that is literally radiating raw power and glory. My sweet dear, did you enjoy watching your mother and me mate? Would you like to ravage my body like I did your mother?”

Mya turned into a tall beautiful voluptuous woman, with long dark pink hair. Albert turned his gaze away from hers and walked over to his mother. Mya, rejected, grabbed his wrist and pulled him back. One gaze from him placed her in a mental prison of fear. The giant came to her aid and tapped her once on her shoulder, breaking her mind out of the illusion she was placed under.

“I crush small cousin no matter how–“

Albert, in a blur, punched the giant and sent him crashing into a group of vampires and elves, getting laughter from the goblins and trolls.

“Albert, my God, your powers, they’re starting to leak out!”

“What were you doing here mom, tell me or ill go!”

Lisa had flashbacks of her beloved Amidio leaving her when she heard her son’s words.

“Don’t leave me! Don’t walk out on me like your father! I’ll tell you” She shouted desperately.

“When you were growing inside of me. I placed a seal on you. To keep your powers and latent abilities sealed for as long as possible. When half angels are sired or born, they can either turn out in a variety of ways. Giant and mindless. Regular height but power-hungry or born with a plethora of magical abilities. When the child is a boy, the seal breaks when he engages in sex for the first time. When it’s a woman, it when she first gets her period. Although for girls to be born from a union is extremely rare already. Plus, there is still a war going on. All half angels like you, even quarter angels are either sought out by other celestial powers to do their bidding or are hunted by the archangels. Hell even wants them if it will bring them small victories over heaven. And so I came to an old ally and… ex-spouse to help me. She has access to all sorts of magic and people who can gaziantep escort videoları help you and protect you.”

“And you couldn’t tell me this back home?”

“I was afraid of how you would take all of this. Plus I have no experience training half angels. I don’t know what you go through.”

“You did a pretty decent job raising me on your own. Why would this be any different.” Albert turned from his mother and walked away.

“Albert wait!” Lisa shouted.

Mya slithered over to Albert and placed her hands down on top of his shoulders. He stopped only to turn and stare at her.

“Perhaps you should listen to your mother sweet child. After all, she was only looking after your well-being. And I know you enjoyed watching us mate. How about getting back at her and letting her watch us mate.”

“Watch what you say to my son!” Lisa said loudly.

“Relax babe, this is not about me or you, it’s about him. This sweet, handsome young man.”

Mya pressed her large breasts against his back. He felt her nipples rub against his back. He did enjoy watching them mate. He gave his mother a curious look and turned to Mya. He took her breasts, as much as he could in his hands and began to massage them. She sighed pleasantly and relaxed back.

“That’s right baby, use my body as you wish. Lisa, make sure to watch closely. I wouldn’t want you to miss a single moment.”

Lisa scowled back at her ex-wife but understood why her son was doing this. He sucked on the large black nipples in front of him that were as long as his middle finger. He licked around her large areolas and tugged on them with his teeth. Something about him, not so much his actions, but for him, caused her to become more sensitive than ever. Mya began to pant. Her cunt became wetter. Unable to control herself, she grabbed him by the back of his head and pulled him in for a kiss. Her long forked tongue coiled around his and locked his lips with hers. With her extra pair of hands, she pulled his pants down and pulled his shirt over his head. Mya gazed at the erect cock in front of her that in her eyes had a faint glow to it.

With strength that came from within. Albert pulled away from her kiss and positioned himself behind her giant breasts. He pressed them tightly together and pushed his cock in between them and fucked her giant black titties mercilessly.

“Yes! Yes! Fuck my huge titties dear! Fuck them just like that!”

Albert panted and moaned. Lisa blushed and touched herself. She rubbed her clitoris and fingered herself watching her son fuck her ex-wife’s giant tits. Albert thrust and slapped his groin greedily as he neared his first orgasm. With each slap, Lisa fingered herself more and more. The cum from her ex-wife continued to ooze out of her cunt and onto her fingers and hand.

“Aaghh!” with a loud cry of pleasure, Albert fired ropes of glowing cum that painted Mya’s face that caused her to spontaneously orgasm.

Her body trembled and her cunt leaked and squirted uncontrollably all at once. Lisa watched in utter amazement as her son jumped off of Mya’s body and took a breather. She knew her son was special, being the product of man and angel. An already very rare coupling to begin with, but his sexual, no, his supernatural sexual abilities were an exception to an exception.

“Let’s go home, mom.” Albert told her as she approached her.

“But Albert–“

“WAIT!” Shouted Mya. She grabbed Albert by his wrist and pulled him back again.

“I don’t know what you did to me. Maybe it was your semen making contact with my skin. Maybe it’s your aura. But I have never had an orgasm like that. It was like a million little exploding orgasms that ravaged me until I was no longer without any strength. Please, by my husband. I need you. I need you all for myself. I will even bear your children if you want me to!”

Albert stared back at the sweaty and cum covered Lamia that had the craziest look in her eyes.

Lisa heard enough and grabbed her ex-wife’s wrist and pulled it off of her son. “Who my son decides to marry and father children with is his decision. However, who he decides to bed and fuck to his heart’s content, that’s a different matter. I promised I would share with him all the women I had ever bedded, and you are no exception.”

Lisa whispered into her son’s ear and smiled devilishly at her ex-wife who looked a little concerned.

“Fine, snake woman. You want me again? I will give you more. But my mother is going to join me this time!”

“W-What? What are you talking about” Mya stuttered.

Lisa jumped on top of her, pressing her down onto the ground with her super-strength.

“This is what we’re talking about,” Lisa said.

Lisa and her ex turned to see Albert push and slide himself back inside of Mya, much to her delight. He thrust inside of her as fast and as hard as he could. Mya panted and tugged at her nipples and massaged her tits uncontrollably. Lisa walked around her son and sat down behind him. She whispered to him, telling him to stop for a moment as she pressed her breasts against his back. She needed a moment to change her clitoris into a cock. As it sprang up with new life, she positioned the head just behind her son’s shaft and pushed herself inside of her ex-wife. Mya’s snake pussy was stretched out even further apart with her ex-wife’s larger cock now inside of her with her son’s.

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This is a replacement for an earlier story, ‘Punishment in the Pool’, don’t judge this one because of that one.

*

The water dripped off Jasmine like ants running from a fire, as she sprang out of the water. Her pink two piece bikini with black poke-a-dots held her C-cupped breast in. She swam over to the side of the pool, enjoying the nice summer day and pushed her hair back from the front of her face. There was not much out the back of her house apart from four trees, a fenced in-ground pool and a trampoline. One of her guy friends with benefits came up behind her kissing her neck, Jasmine smiled and kissed him back.

“I’m glad your parents are away for the week,” Jason said with another kiss for Jasmine.

“Yeah, but we still have to look out for Michael,” Jasmine responded, running her hand down his chest.

Michael was Jasmine’s 18 year old twin brother. Jasmine has orange hair and grey eyes and is 170 cm tall. Michael on the other hand has dark brown hair and brown eyes, at 190 cm tall, and both fit.

Jasmine pushed the sandy haired Jason around, leaning him on the wall facing Jasmine, which was easy because he was the same height as her. She wrapped her legs and arms around him and started kissing him, she could feel his boner through the shorts. Jason started playing with her breast, she rubbed his dick with her pussy, until they heard a grunt, not a grunt of pleasure, but one of impatience and annoyance. They looked towards the back door of the grey-bricked house, there stood Michael, in his work clothes from the construction site.

“You better go,” whispered Jasmine to Jason, “I will see you later”

“Okay, bye” Jason replied. Jasmine fell off him, slowly swimming back. Jason hopped out and put on his shorts going through the house since the fence was too high to jump.

“Hello Michael!” Jasmine yelled, then continuing with sarcasm, “I’m glad you could make it”. She floated on her back, not bothering to look towards her brother.

“Hello Jasmine, hope you were having fun” Michael replied, also with sarcasm.

He went inside and had a long shower, then when he finished that he went to the kitchen down stairs and looked at the washing up, really not wanting to do it, and then he thought and realized something. He walked out the back, finding Jasmine on the trampoline, water dripping through it.

“Jasmine, I have been thinking and I realized that dad would not be too happy if he found out what happened today,” Michael said while grinning.

“What are you getting at?” Jasmine asked, sitting up on the trampoline.

“Well, in the myth of Heracles, he had to do twelve… labors. So I want you to do twelve labors for me.” Michael said, excitement burning within him.

“What type of labors?” Jasmine asked, suspicion rising fast.

“Well the first one would be washing up and you would not want dad to find out, would you?” Michael threatened.

“Fine, I’ll go do the washing up,” Jasmine said while jumping off the trampoline.

After half an hour of washing up all the dishes, Jasmine came and found Michael in the pool, to find out her next labor.

“I have been thinking about this one for a long time and I also thought about Heracles having annoying, long ones. So an annoying long one I thought of for you is you have to water all the plants…” then he got out of the pool.

“And?” Jasmine interrupted knowing that was not it.

Michael started walking to the back door and continued with a laugh, “I have placed a glass in the kitchen. You have to take a drink of it and then spit the drink into the plants to water them, and they must be properly watered. But the glass cannot leave the kitchen.”

“I hate you,” Jasmine said, but could not deny the labor because if her dad found out, she would be kicked out of the house.

“I would too, now remember, we have four plants out the back, two inside and one out the front,” Michael responded.

Jasmine did this, it took her gaziantep escort until almost dark and she was starting to get cold in her bikini.

“What next?” she asked once she had done this.

“Slow down, mum and dad don’t get home for another six days, and I have no work for two weeks,” Michael said, giving Jasmine some hotdogs for dinner.

The next day they did not speak of the labors, actually, Jasmine was hoping that Michael had forgotten all about them, which he had not. At midday, Jasmine had convinced herself that Michael had forgotten until he said, “Next labor, well really it’s a team labor and the one that will last the longest. We are both to strip and not touch clothes until mum and dad are almost home,”

“No! That’s incest!”

“I never said we would do anything, and do you want to move out? I also thought you might get over your urges to see a guy naked if you see your brother naked for a week, well almost a week,” he argued.

She thought about it and agreed after a while. She stripped first. “Now do it like a proper striper and do it slow and sexy,” Michael encouraged as he watched.

“When are you going to strip?” Jasmine asked.

“After you”

Jasmine peeled her black tank top that she slept in slowly off revealing her pink bra. She was blushing but continued pulling down her sport shorts which she loved so much, revealing her pink undies.

“Wow your hot sis,” Michael said with a whistle.

Jasmine stuck her tongue out but continued taking her bra off revealing her perky, C-cupped breasts. Then she pulled down her undies showing a freshly trimmed pussy. After all this Michael got up and just pulled off all his clothes, revealing his 16 cm, rock hard penis.

“Where is my strip show?” Jasmine teased.

“Where is your black mail?” Michael asked.

Jasmine just stuck out her tongue and Michael laughed. They continued on as if normal clothes were on for an hour until Michael told Jasmine the next labor.

“Hercules went under painful labors as well, so I want you to rub ice cubes on your nipples,” Michael explained.

“What will this prove or show?” Jasmine asked.

“You will see what happens,” Michael responded.

Jasmine went to the freezer and collected two ice cubes, sitting at the kitchen table while Michael watched. She placed them on her nipples, coolness rushing through her nipples and breasts. Her nipples grew and hardened a couple centimeters when she took the ice off and at that moment she heard three identical noises to find out Michael had taken three pictures with his phone from three different angles. “Now I want you to type in ten random numbers and send it to them,” he commanded.

“Why?” Jasmine asked.

“Two reasons; it’s one of the tasks and I want to see what is sent back. Plus, you can’t tell who you are from the pictures,” he argued.

Jasmine gave him a deathly look and finally agreed, typing in ten random numbers and sending the three pictures.

“Now there is one more labor you have to do today,” Michael continued.

“Which is?” Jasmine asked.

“Go check the mail,” Michael replied.

“Naked?!” she exclaimed.

“Yes, your aloud to run though, that is if you want,”

Jasmine rolled her eyes, giving up on arguing. She walked to the front door, Michael close behind, and she opened it slightly peeking out looking to see if there was anyone. No one, “You must not lock it on me,” she growled at Michael.

“I won’t, promise”

So she did a double check and ran out to get the mail, three envelopes and no one ended up seeing her.

“There,” she said, throwing them at Michael.

“Thanks, that was funny”

No other labors were set that day and if you’re not keeping count, Jasmine has done six labors.

The next day went on with no labors, apart from the no clothes labor, until 7 pm.

“Your next challenge is approaching,” Michael warned.

“What is it?” Jasmine asked gaziantep escort sitesi with a sigh.

“You are to stay out the back from 8 pm to 8 am tonight,” Michael said.

“What?! Where do you get these from?” Jasmine asked.

“Don’t worry, you can take two pillows”

At 8pm, Jasmine left the house, the air warm outside. She chucked the pillows on the trampoline and she started jumping on the trampoline.

Inside, Michael had a shower and went into his room, on the upper floor, so he could watch Jasmine through his window, which faced the back. It was now 9pm and he could see Jasmine lying on the trampoline.

She laid there, body sweaty from jumping and she watched the stars. She would have liked to have an early night but was busy thinking about Michael’s naked body. She started to rub a nipple, then after a minute she slid her other hand down her sweaty body to her dripping pussy, just by thinking of Michael.

Michael back in his room watched Jasmine slide her finger in her pussy and at this second started to rub his dick.

Jasmine’s hand was wet and slimy from her juices and sweat, and pleasure was slowly rising in her. Michael played with his balls with his left hand, his right hand still going up and down, pre-cum joining his hand. He was close to cuming and so was Jasmine. He continued to watch her and when he realized she was cuming, he cumed over his hand, bed, wall and window.

Jasmine looked up at Michael’s window but could not see anything, his curtains were closed, but if she looked two seconds earlier she would have seen them close. She fell asleep filled with exhaustion.

She woke up to splashing, Michael having a swim. “How was your sleep?” he asked.

“Great” she said, surprisingly telling the truth.

At eight, she entered the house and the TV and DVD player was set up. “Sit down, sit down.” Michael encouraged.

She did and then was handed a box, which she opened and pulled out two vibrators, one hers and the other she did not recognize. “Where did you get this?” she asked Michael.

“It’s mum’s” he answered. Jasmines eyes showing her shock, of the all things she had borrowed from her mum, this is the last thing she would think of borrowing, or her having.

“And what do I do with them?” she asked

“One for your pussy and one for your ass” Michael explained.

Jasmine thought about this and was starting to like these labors.

“I have a movie that goes for an hour and you have to keep them in for the whole movie” Michael continued.

Michael pressed play, a porno started. Jasmine put her mum’s in her pussy and slowly put hers in her ass, it was hurting, and vibration attacked her groin.

She had her first orgasm in about 12 minutes. Michael had a giant, pre-cum soaked boner, but he did not touch it. Jasmine had another orgasm seven minutes later, throughout the movie she had eleven all together. After the movie she just lay there for five minutes, the vibrators still going, her lower body soaked with her juices. When she took them out she placed them on the floor and then Michael said, “The next labor will be in an hour” and he left.

An hour later he found her in her room, reading. “Okay now, lay on your back.” he said. She did as told, waiting for him to continue, but first he came and joined her in the bed.

“One of the tasks is lying in the same bed?” she asked sarcastically.

“No, you’re going to masturbate both of us at the same time,” he replied.

She gasped, but no argument left her mouth. She started playing with his balls and started rubbing the mouth of her pussy until Michael got hard, then she started going up and down, in and out. It did not take long for her to get wet again. She had the first orgasm, and the second. She pulled Michaels foreskin all the way down and started rubbing his head with the pre-cum, then went back to stroking up and down then she felt him tense and he gaziantep escort tanıtımları cumed all over her hand. He got up and walked out with a giant smile on his face and thanked her.

She looked at her hand, cum covered, and smelt it. It smelt nice and so she licked some and rubbed the rest onto her pussy.

No other labors happened that day, but they once again masturbated over each other that night.

The next day when they were both awake, Michael said to Jasmine, “Today is your last day of labors.” and although she would not admit it, Jasmine was a bit disappointed. Michael continued, “The first task is I want you to suck me off, let me cum on some bread and then you have that for breakfast.”

He sat at the table, Jasmine got a piece of bread and put it next to them. She got on her knees and put the head of his dick in her mouth, just sucking that part for the first minute, and then she took the rest of the dick in her mouth. She loved the taste of the dick and was disappointed when after three minutes he tensed and warned her, and to this day they have no idea how she caught every drop of cum with the bread. Then she had it for breakfast, like planed.

At 12, Michael found Jasmine and she followed him to his room, where he laid on the bed, “I want you to have anal with me and let me cum in you” he said.

By this time, Jasmine was glad to do anything sexual with Michael. She crawled up to him and kissed him on the lips, surprising Michael a lot, then she sat on his dick, bit no penetration yet. She just rubbed it for a minute, pre-cum starting to wet her ass, then she put his head in, teasing him by going slow. After a minute, she was riding him fast and wildly, Michael tensed and cummed, but Jasmine continued no matter what, she would not listened to Michael, though she started to go slower when he became soft, but within five minutes he was hard again and they were doing it faster and even more harder. He cummed a second time in her ass and she got up, cum leaking out of her ass and cum covered Michael’s dick.

“Wow, now that was a good labor.” Michael said.

“I think I can guess that last labor, we will do it in half an hour if you want. Do you have a condom?” Jasmine asked.

“We aren’t using a condom,” Michael replied, “You are going to have a game of chicken with chance. In other words, if you get pregnant, you get pregnant. If you don’t, you don’t”.

Jasmine did not like this idea but was not going to back down now.

After half an hour they were both back in Michael’s room, kissing. Michael was kissing Jasmine’s lips, then went down to her neck, then to her boobs, staying here for a bit longer than the rest, then continued down to her pussy and started kissing that. He licked her for five minutes, Jasmine moaning loudly, then went back up to her mouth and kissed her lips while putting his dick in her pussy. He thrust slowly at the start, in and out, while he played with a boob, squeezing the nipple. She moaned really loud. He thrust harder and faster, then they turned over, not once leaving the joining between pussy and dick, now jasmine on top, she was riding him, her boobs bouncing beautifully, he slapped her ass, she screamed with delight. They were both close to cumming, his dick tensed, her pussy squeezed, making him feel so much better and when he cummed, the cum made her climax feel so much better. After that they just lay there kissing, his dick not leaving its soaking wet cave that was covered with both of their juices.

Michael’s phone, which they had forgotten since the pictures were sent of Jasmine’s boobs, vibrated. Michael read ’13 new messages’.

The first message showed a guy’s dick and balls. The second was a set of boobs. The third said “fuck off slut”. The 4th was a picture of two girls kissing with their naked tops showing. There were 3 more dicks and another message similar to the “fuck off slut” Then one of a beach, for some reason, then one last pair of boobs. The 11th though was from their parents, “coming home early”, the 12th also from their parents, “be there in an hour”, the last one also from their parents, “we are home”, and as soon as Michael read this to Jasmine, the door opened, two shocked parents stood there, Jasmine just sat on Michaels dick, which had been hard since the picture of the girls kissing.

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Solstice – Chapter 05

Aphrodite walked into the kitchen the next morning finding her mother kneeling in front of Alex giving him a blowjob. She smiled as she stood there watching.

“Good morning, Mom,” Alex said.

“Fixing Grandma some breakfast?” she asked.

“This is her second serving,” he grinned.

“I’m not surprised. She’ll probably want some from Daddy and your dad too.”

Phoebe pulled off for a second. “Jealous?” she asked her daughter.

“Nope, I’m sucking him as soon as you finish.”

Aphrodite got a cup of coffee and sat at the table. When her father walked in, she got him a cup of coffee then he joined her at the table. Alex erupted into his grandmother’s mouth a moment later. She came when he did, then after recovering, picked up her coffee and joined them at the table.

“Alex, let me know when you’re ready. I’d like some of that too,” his mother said.

“Mom, it doesn’t even need a recovery period. I just need a little stimulation.”

His mother motioned him over with her finger and had him sit on the table in front of her. As she continued to sip her coffee, she kneaded his cock and balls. Alex was hard again in no time. She leaned forward and teased the head of his cock with her tongue.

“I love watching you do that, Mom.”

“Di, mind if I eat your pussy while you do that?” her father asked.

“Not at all,” she replied.

Her father crawled under the table and got between her legs. He raised her skirt revealing her bare pussy and dove right in. It had been a long time since her father had eaten her. She smiled, remembering the first time, on her eighteenth birthday when she had become E’mamas. He took her virginity that evening too, and then Xander had taken her later at the promise’s celebration. It seemed like a long time ago.

As she continued sucking her son, she could tell he was getting close. So was she. When Alex came, his semen triggered her orgasm. Aphrodite pulled her father’s face into her pussy as she came. When she and her son recovered, her father got up and walked to his wife. She took his cock into her mouth and began sucking him, as she had every morning for over forty years. He didn’t last long before rewarding her. Everyone sat back in their seats and finished their coffee.

“Mom, what can I expect with the council meeting?” Alex asked.

“It’s an official meeting, so you and I won’t be wearing pants. I’ll hand out copies of the prophecy then go over it. The women are all going to want to test your cum.”

“How many will there be?”

“Probably ten or twelve. Some of them will share, but I wouldn’t be surprised if they don’t give you a real workout. We’ll discuss things, then make a decision if they agree.”

“I’d better…,” Alex began, but was interrupted by his grandfather’s moans as he filled his wife’s mouth. “…eat some breakfast and drink plenty of fluids.”

“Definitely, what would you like?”

“Biscuits and gravy?” he asked.

“I’ll get that,” his grandmother replied. She walked to the kitchen and started on it.

*****

It was about an hour later that council members started to arrive. The women all greeted Xander and Alex by kissing the head of their cocks then kissing his mother’s mons, followed by his sisters. The men bowed to Xander and Alex then kissed the mons of his mother and sisters. His grandfather had plenty of chairs set up, with seats for Alex and his family facing everyone. Alex brought another chair over and sat Alexandra next to his sisters. After the greetings were done, Aphrodite began the meeting.

Aphrodite passed out copies of the Nea Archi prophecy then went through it matching up her findings. Most heads were nodding in agreement after the first few matches. When she showed the DNA reports, everyone seemed to be in agreement.

“We’ll open the floor to discussion,” Aphrodite said.

Leonidas spoke, “I think there should be DNA tests done on Helena, Adonis, and Phoebe, for completeness. That would give us evidence that the change did occur with Aphrodite.” Everyone agreed.

“The prophecy calls for a Mamas to give birth to a son, then Papas’ sisters will each have one daughter. The problem is, it mentions a third daughter but doesn’t mention who that is,” Hera, Xander’s sister, said.

Demi spoke, “That IS in the prophecy, but it’s in a different part. If you’ll look in the section regarding consorts, it’s very clear that the consort is Mnemosyne, Goddess of memory, and the mother of the muses. That would indicate Alexandra will bear the third daughter.”

“I’ll get the prophecy book. We need to verify that,” Phoebe said. She went to the safe and returned a few minutes later with the book.

“Give me the book; I’ll show you where it is,” Demi said.

Her grandmother handed her the book and she turned right to the page in question, then handed it back. Phoebe and Aphrodite read the section she pointed out.

“That is what it says,” Aphrodite said, then showed the paragraph to the others.

“Alexandra gaziantep escort should also have DNA tests,” Rhea said. Everyone agreed.

“Anything else?” Aphrodite asked.

“I’d like a demonstration of E’papas cum and his regenerative abilities,” an older woman said.

“Would you like to collect it yourself?” Aphrodite asked.

“I’m too old for that. Have a younger one collect it and we can share it to test.”

Helena walked to her nephew and knelt in front of him. “May I collect your treasure, E’papas?”

“I would be honored,” Alex replied.

Helena grinned up at him. “This won’t take long at all,” she said.

Aphrodite went to the kitchen and returned with a small cup. Everyone watched as Helena sucked Alex. She was an expert and it only took a few minutes before he erupted into the cup his mother held in front of him. Helena took the cup and walked through the group. Women took samples on their fingers and at Aphrodite’s signal they touched the cum to their tongues. The first one came about fifteen seconds later and by thirty seconds, all the women who had tasted a sample were in the throes of an orgasm.

“That seems to verify the orgasmic effect, but what about the regeneration?” Cletus asked.

“Would someone like to check?” Aphrodite asked.

Alexandra walked to Alex and knelt. “May I, E’papas?”

“I’d be honored,” Alex replied.

Alexandra, although not as experienced or as talented as Helena, began working on him with her mouth. He was hard almost instantly and came again in just minutes. She collected the sample in her mouth, orgasmed, and shared it with his sisters and two other women in the group, then walked to her father and shared the last with him. Each of the women came.

Ariana knelt and did the same procedure, causing a quick erection and another full ejaculation, then shared it with the last of the women in the group. They all came. Demi repeated it again in just a few minutes, with the same results.

“Anyone else?” Aphrodite asked.

The older woman who had brought up the idea walked to him then knelt in front of Alex. “May I have your treasure, E’papas?”

“I would be honored,” Alex replied.

The woman was good at this and Alex came very quickly this time. She came almost the moment he erupted, then swallowed, cumming a second time. After recovery, she turned to the group. “I’m convinced.”

“The prophecy says that he’ll also have the ability to control when he produces sperm and when he can ejaculate without it. Should we test that?” Atticus asked.

“Other than getting a test at the doctor’s office, I’m not sure how we could do that,” Aphrodite said.

“It also explains that in the prophecy book, on the page following the one we just read. There’s a word that when he says it, will cause the release of the sperm,” Demi told them all.

Phoebe turned the page and found the information, then shared it with the group. Just before ejaculation he would say, ‘dimiourgo,’ which translated from Greek, meant create.

“I have access to a microscope. We can test it ourselves,” the older woman’s husband said. “We’ll need at least three, preferably four or five specimens to be accurate.”

“E’papas, are you willing to do that?” Xander asked.

“I’m willing to do whatever is necessary,” Alex replied.

“The collection of the specimens should be supervised and monitored. I have everything we’ll need in my car. Since he’s already cum five times today, we should probably do it another day,” the man said.

“I’ve cum eight times today. We can do the tests right now if you want,” Alex said, grinning. “Any volunteers to help collect it?” Nearly every woman in the group raised her hand. Cletus started to, then put his hand back in his lap.

The man went to his car and brought in the microscope and several containers, then labeled them one through five. He then took six pieces of paper. On three he put an S and the other three were left blank. He folded them and put them into a bowl.

“Who’s the first collector?” he asked. Phoebe walked to him. He held the bowl above her head. “Take one paper, please.” She took a paper and opened it. It was blank. He looked at Alex. “The first one is without sperm.” Alex nodded. He gave the cup to Phoebe, who went to Alex and began her collection. Each of the five volunteers did the same thing. Specimens two and five were to have sperm. The man and several others stayed to monitor the collection, while the others mingled. As the specimens were brought to him, he put each on the microscope to look for sperm. All five came back exactly as predicted. Only specimens two and five had any sperm. When the testing was done, everyone returned to their seats for the results. There were no longer any doubts, within the group, that the prophecy was real.

“We’re all-in agreement then?” Aphrodite asked. Everyone nodded. “I’ll order the DNA tests and have them sent to the person being tested; that’s Helena, Adonis, Phoebe, eskort gaziantep and Alexandra. They’ll collect the specimen and return it. Once results come back, please get me a copy. At the fall equinox, E’papas will become Papas. He and I will go through the fertilization rite that day. If it follows prophecy, he and I will bear a son at the summer solstice.”

“When will E’mamas’ become Mamas?” Xander asked.

“At the solstice or equinox following their twenty-first birthdays.”

“And what of the consort, Alexandra?” Cletus asked.

“I would assume the same timing for her,” Aphrodite replied.

“Should their fertilizations be rituals?” Leonidas asked.

“Since they’re prophesied, I would say, yes. Since timing wasn’t mentioned in the prophecy, the actual timing would be up to Papas and the Mamas involved. Anything else?” Everyone shook their heads. “I’ll see you all at the equinox.”

Everyone stood and said their goodbyes. As was customary, that included kisses on Alex and Xander’s penis’ and on Aphrodite, Ariana, and Demi’s mons. Alexandra got the same treatment and blushed the entire time. As people started leaving, Aphrodite called Demi to her.

“How in the hell did you remember those things in the prophecy book?”

“Mom, I have no idea. When it came up, I just knew it. I knew where they were in the book and what they said.”

“Well, you are the oracle. I guess that makes sense.”

*****

Alexandra rode with her father on the way home. She was quiet much of the way.

“What’s on your mind?” Cletus asked her.

“Dad, I don’t understand why they want to test my DNA.”

“If you are the one prophesied, I think they expect your DNA will be identical to Ariana, Demi and Aphrodite.”

“But my biological parents were Xander and Helena. Xander’s DNA is normal.”

“Sweetie, if you’re the one, Gaia is your mother. You will become a Mamas, and with Alex’ help, will have a daughter.”

“Alex is supposed to be Uranus. Mnemosyne had children by Zeus, didn’t she?”

“You’ve got me there. I’m a chef, not an historian. Ask Aphrodite, she knows all that stuff. I wouldn’t lose any sleep over any of it.”

“I won’t. It’s all so sudden and confusing.”

“Let me clear some of it up for you. You’re my wonderful daughter. I love you, and always will. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me. Regardless of where your DNA came from, that will always be the way it is.”

“I love you, Dad.”

He smiled at her. “I love you too.”

*****

The next six weeks were busy for Alex. There were lots of relatives to greet, but between his sisters and Alexandra they kept the visits spread out fairly well. Classes would be beginning right after Labor Day and then the equinox after that.

The DNA results came back, and all, except for Alexandra’s looked like normal DNA with a hard Greek connection. Alexandra’s was identical to Alex’ mother and sisters, which meant that she was to be Mamas number four and the mother of his third daughter.

Xander’s life got very quiet. With the prophecy being fulfilled, the women were wanting to wait for the new Papas to sire their children. Even at that, he wasn’t bored and had plenty of women more than willing to bed him. Sex had become something fun again and not his job. He didn’t envy Alex.

About a week before the fall equinox, his mother went over the schedule with him. The first thing that would happen would be him becoming Papas, the sharing of his cum among the families, followed by a free for all orgy like the first night of the summer solstice. The following day, which was actually the equinox, was the ritual fertilization of his mother, at exactly 2:20 pm. There would be a feast, then after that, mother and father would present Ariana to him as his Mamas. A short time later, Cletus, with the help of Ariana and Demi, would bring Alexandra to him for the promises, and becoming E’mamas. Ariana and Alexandra would be taking the orgasm elixir as his mother and sisters had done at the summer event. That would be followed by having sex with Demi. The other men would be given the elixir of vitality at the feast. Alex wasn’t required to perform at that night’s orgy. On day three he would begin the fertilizations and taking of virginities. Those were mostly done at the May Day celebration but some of the women didn’t want to wait seven more months after turning eighteen to lose their virginities. Alex would be doing most of those, but biological fathers could do them too, if their daughters preferred that.

The family site in Colorado would be where the events would take place, depending on the weather. Colorado tends to be a bit unpredictable in September. Most of the ceremonies were to be outside during the daylight hours and everything else would be indoors. An alternate site was also available at his paternal grandparents’ home, should the weather not cooperate.

The forecast for Colorado was for unseasonably warm weather, gaziantep esmer escort so the day before the festivities were to begin, they loaded into the SUV and drove up. Several families were already there by the time they arrived. The family was greeted much like royalty when they arrived, and the house was full all evening. There were twice as many attendees as there had been at the solstice, and even more faces that Alex didn’t recognize. The family wore their robes that evening. Their genitals were kissed repeatedly but no one made any gestures toward sex.

On Friday morning, the first day of the festival, a big breakfast had been prepared. After breakfast, Aphrodite led the family group to the site. She and Xander led the way with Alexander behind them. His sisters and Alexandra brought up the rear. Alex had been dressed in a short red robe that left his package on full display. Everyone else was covered and wearing white. They were seated as before on the platform but now Alexandra sat next to his sisters.

Once the crowd had gathered around, Aphrodite stood and walked to the front. Xander walked to her and faced the crowd. “We are here tonight to name the new Papas.” Xander removed his silver medallion and handed it to Aphrodite. She put it in the pocket of her robe then kissed Xander on the lips. He removed her robe, then walked off the platform carrying it. The sight of his mother standing naked in front of the crowd got Alex hard immediately.

She turned to Alex. “E’papas, my husband, my son, come forward.” Alex stood and walked to her. “You are now Papas, my son, and my husband.” She undid his robe and dropped it on the floor in front of her, then knelt on it. “Give me your treasure, Papas.” Aphrodite took his cock into her mouth. Fingers began snapping and after a short time they faded out as she sucked him. It only took her a couple of minutes to get her reward. She swallowed it and a few seconds afterward she came hard. The finger snapping began again. It took her a moment to recover, then Alex helped her stand. She kissed him then walked him to the seat that had been vacated by his father. She sat in the seat to his right.

Ariana rose and dropped her robe then walked to her brother and knelt. “Papas,” she said, smiling. Then kissed the tip of his hard cock, licking the pre-cum. She stood and knelt before her mother. “Mamas,” she said, then kissed her pussy. Ariana returned to her seat. Demi was next and did the same thing. Alexandra was third but rather than just a kiss, she began sucking him. A few minutes later, when he came, she spit the contents into the cup Aphrodite was holding, then came from his cum. She kissed Aphrodite on the mons then returned to her seat.

Aphrodite stood and walked to her daughters and Alexandra. Each woman dipped a finger into the cup then touched it to their tongues. All three came a few seconds later. Aphrodite returned to her seat then nodded to the man standing at the foot of the stairs. He, and the two women behind him dropped their robes and came up on the platform. The man knelt in front of Alex then bowed his head.

“Papas, I welcome you, and present my wife and daughter.”

“Thank you. I’m honored to serve them.”

The man stood and stepped to Aphrodite and knelt. He kissed her mons. “Mamas,” he said.

Aphrodite put her finger in the cup and put a trace of cum on the tip of Alex’ cock. The man stood as his wife knelt before Alex. She licked the cum from the tip and came a moment later. “Thank you, Papas,” she said after recovering. The woman moved to Aphrodite and kissed her mons. “Mamas,” she said, then stood. Aphrodite put cum on her sons cock again as the couple’s daughter knelt. She licked the cum, came, then thanked him before moving to Aphrodite.

Each family or couple followed the same procedure. It was about the tenth family when Alex saw the daughter crying as she began untying her robe. She looked very young and he hadn’t met her before. Alex stood and walked to her.

“What’s your name?”

“Selene,” she replied, looking at the floor.

“Selene, I’m Alex. How old are you?”

“I turned eighteen yesterday.”

“Why are you crying?”

“I’m embarrassed.”

“About taking off your robe?” he asked.

“About everything, the robe, the kiss, all of it.”

He put his finger under her chin and raised it to face him. “I’ll tell you what. Leave your robe on. When it’s your turn, we’ll shake hands or hug. How about that?”

“Really?” she asked.

“Really. You okay now?”

She smiled and nodded. Alex went back to his seat. When it was her turn, she knelt, and Alex offered her his hand. She smiled at him and shook it. “Thank you, Papas.”

“I’m honored, Selene.”

When Selene stood and stepped to Aphrodite she stood and turned to her. Aphrodite gave her a warm hug and whispered to her. “I’m going to put something on your finger. Go somewhere away from everyone and put it on your tongue.”

“Thank you, Mamas.”

“You’re welcome, Selene,” she replied, putting the cum on the girl’s finger.

When the family walked away, Alex looked at his mother. “Did I handle that okay?”

“Perfect, Papas. I may have to keep you. We’re running low on this. We’ll need someone to collect more.”

A young woman was in the next group and overheard Aphrodite’s comment.

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Michelle wasn’t the prettiest girl in school. Far from it. She was doubtful that any of the boys knew her name, much less her face, for they never seemed to notice her. Quiet and a loner, she kept to herself, and instead focused on science, knowing that in a couple months’ time, this hell called high school would at last be over, and college would mean her passport to another world.

Far from never been kissed, she had never even been touched by a boy, if you don’t count the time Mitchell Griffith accidentally bumped into her in a hallway. At first, she had thought perhaps he had done it on purpose, and began to look him out and follow him to his classes. That is, until he noticed, and his friends began to laugh at her.

Then, once again, she was alone.

That is, until her grandpa came for a visit. Grandpa always had time for Michelle, and she knew she could tell him anything, and he always listened to her. She loved sitting on his lap, and feel his strong, warm hands caress her legs and arms. Once, he accidentally stroked her booby, which made her feel all warm and tingly “down there”.

But Grandpa was the one person on Earth whom she felt truly loved her, so she never said a word. Not ever. And she never would.

Michelle had already gone to bed, and was just about to turn out her light when her Grandpa knocked on the door.

“You looked awful sad at dinner,” he said, sitting on the edge of her bed. “Won’t you tell Grandpa all about it?”

Michelle just shook her head. “You’ll just think I’m being stupid.”

“Me? Never! How ’bout you come sit on Grandpa’s lap? I know it’d make ME feel better…”

Thinking twice, Michelle climbed out from under the covers. She was wearing a short nightgown that ended above her knees. Her grandpa also noticed that it was slightly transparent. gaziantep escort bayan He could clearly see her brown snatch and nipples through the nearly translucent fabric. It made his dick hard.

She clambered up onto his lap, and his strong arms enveloped around her. Her ass nestled nicely on his hard cock, and he gently shifted her there, rubbing it in. “Now, what’s wrong, sugar? Won’t you tell Grandpa?”

Sighing, Michelle said, “Prom is coming up. Nobody’s asked me, and I’m pretty sure no one’s going to.”

“Oh!” he exclaimed, rubbing her bare leg. He dreamt of the pantyless pussy that lay just beyond his hand. “No one’s asked you? Well, then why don’t you ask a boy you like?”

“I couldn’t do that. I’m way too shy! Besides. He’d just laugh at me.”

“I don’t think he would. Not if you promised to show him a good time.”

“What do you mean?”

“Michelle,” her grandpa said, shaking his head. “Boys like girls who aren’t timid. Who aren’t afraid. Maybe if he knew that he’d have a good time with you, he’d ask you.”

“Well, how do I show him that?”

Grandpa smiled. “Why don’t you kiss him?”

Shocked, Michelle said, “Kiss him? Like, just go up to him and kiss him? You’re crazy.”

“No, I’m not,” Grandpa said. “Or you could talk to him. Tell him all the fun things you two could do together.”

“Like what?”

“Well, you know, the stuff you’d do AFTER Prom.”

But Michelle appeared clueless. “What do people do after Prom?”

“They fool around and have some fun. You’re young, Michelle. There’s no shame if you want to have sex with a boy. It’s not like MY day where it was frowned upon.”

Michelle blushed. “You think if I promised him sex he’d go out with me?”

Grandpa smiled. “I’m sure he would. Especially gaziantep eve gelen escort with such a cutie like yourself.”

Michelle smiled, but it faded. “But I don’t know what I’m doing. He’d just laugh at me, just like I said he would.”

“What don’t you know?”

“You know… I don’t know how to be GOOD. I don’t know how to please him.”

At there it was. He knew his chance had come. “Well, would you like me to help you?”

“How?”

“Show you a few things. Grandpa knows a thing or two.”

She knew it was wrong, and bad, and that her parents wouldn’t like it. But at the same time, she desperately wanted to be good. Maybe, just maybe, Mitchell would then like her…

“I guess so,” she replied at last.

“Don’t worry,” Grandpa assured her as he shifted her beside him. “I promise you. You’ll enjoy it. We’re just going to have a little bit of fun. That’s all. That doesn’t sound bad or scary, does it?”

Michelle shook her head and smiled. She liked to have fun with Grandpa.

Still smiling, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. It was hard and long, and he gently stroked it with his hand.

Michelle was shocked, and it coursed through her, all the way to her pussy, making her feel all warm and tingly “down there”.

“I’ve never seen one in real life before,” she said. “Just the drawings they show in school.”

“Give me your hand. I’ll show you how to touch it so he’s real happy.”

Michelle let him take her hand and place it on his cock. “It’s real hard!” she exclaimed.

“It sure is,” Grandpa agreed. “It likes it when you stroke it like this,” he said, pushing her hand up and down his long shaft.

He moaned at her touch, and she couldn’t help but smile, gaziantep evi olan escort feeling better that she was finally good at something a boy would like.

“Would you like to kiss it?”

“Kiss it?” she asked nervously.

But Grandpa just smiled warmly. “Don’t be shy. Boys like it when you kiss it.”

He ever so gently lowered her head down – down – down until her sweet, wet lips were but an inch away. Her courage building, she kissed it.

“Good, Sugar! Not so scary, right? Try again, and this time, stick your tongue out.”

“Ew! Won’t it taste yucky?”

“Not at all! Just like licking your finger! Go ahead! Try it! I promise you, the boys will love it!”

Slowly, Michelle leaned back down and kissed the tip of his cock again, this time stroking it with her tongue. She popped back up, triumphant. “You’re right! It didn’t taste bad at all!”

“Good, Sweetie! Now, this time, try licking it like a lollipop.”

Down she went again, though this time much quicker. Her pink tongue popped out, and up and down his cock it went, licking from his balls to the very tip and back again. He moaned with pleasure.

“Wow, Babydoll!” he said hungrily. “You sure do make Grandpa proud! Now, this time, put the tip in your mouth, and move up and down. Think you can try that?”

“Ok!” Michelle now said confidently, and again went down on her old Grandpa. Up and down over his shaft her wet lips moved, her head bobbing up and down like a cork. She also began to slowly suck, and get faster and faster.

Without warning, he held onto her head, holding it down, and came all in her mouth. She at once shot up, shocked, white cum dripping from her open mouth.

“Oh, I am sorry, Sweetie,” Grandpa apologized. “But that just means that you did a stand up job if you were able to make Grandpa cum like that.”

Wiping up the cum that was dripping down her chin she said, “Really?”

“Oh my, yes, Honey. Trust me. You do that to one lucky boy, you’ll have ALL the boys after you in no time!”

Michelle smiled triumphantly. “Thank you, Grandpa.”

“Of course, Sugar. Now you get some rest. Grandpa will teach you some more tomorrow.”

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From the online map’s satellite view the island looked like the ocean had an eye with a bluish black pupil and a green iris. The only port on the island was on the north west side. Right next to the port was a town that had grown up along the short river where lake water escaped back to the sea. The center of the island was a large lake surrounded by mountains on all sides with the only gaps in the range being where the river flowed down and on the southern tip of the island. Going along the lake on one side was a road that went from the town down to that southern tip in order to give the residents access to the small bit of beach that was there. And there along that road about halfway between the town and the beach was the house.

Mike was amazed the building was still standing. It didn’t look livable. It was very secluded and standing in front of it a person likely wouldn’t even have any sense that they were on an island at all. It was situated by the large lake at the center of the island far from the only town and there were the ruins of what used to be a place to tie a boat. It was likely that no one had lived in this house for a long time. It wasn’t even wired for electricity and water looked like it had to be manually pumped.

This house wasn’t easy to get to either. There was the road that passed the house a bit higher on the bank but then the mountain just rose up making it impossible to have a neighbor across the street. The road signs that were posted further up the road weren’t encouraging either. There was one that warned of falling boulders and another that warned of mud slides.

However, there had to be no mistaking it. This was the place. Mike had zero information on who his parents were other than they were dead and this place was the last address either of them had had. Mike had inquired through the mail about who owned the land and it turned out that the deed had seemingly been abandoned for over seventy years with no owner listed in all that time. The state had tried to auction the property a couple of times with no takers. At the present time, it wasn’t up for sale or lease or anything. It was just sort of there in the worst place imaginable where a structure built by human hands had any reason to be. Of course Mike couldn’t have known that from the map he’d gotten down at the courthouse earlier in the day. It just showed topography but Mike couldn’t read that sort of stuff so he marked the road he needed to follow and rode with Ms Stephanie to the secluded house. One day that house was going to just collapse or fall into the lake or get covered by mud. It wasn’t insulated against the cold and the summer heat would likely be unbearable.

In order to get to this moment when Mike was actually standing in front of this place he’d had to use all his powers of charm and manipulation on his new social worker who was a rookie taking over from the old hag Mrs Carter. Ms Stephanie tried to be authoritarian when Mike had first met her but in seemingly no time at all Mike had been able to charm her into not only giving him permission to come all the way out to the house in the middle of nowhere on the other side of the state and on an island out in the ocean no less but Ms Stephanie herself had driven to the port, rode with him on the ferry that charged extra for cars because it could only carry two cars at a time and then drove them there to a place that Mike had never been to but nonetheless was the only place in the whole world he felt he had any real connection to.

…

A lot can happen in a year and six months. Mike was technically still a ward of the state but he was no longer listed as in state’s custody now that he was over 18. He was in the extended care program and was supposed to continue to be so until he was 21 provided he did minimum basic things like didn’t get arrested, was enrolled as a students somewhere, and allowed Ms Stephanie to come visit him and inspect where he lived to make sure he was following the rules. Most former foster kids didn’t want to be in or even qualify for extended care and those that did usually went to group homes or halfway houses set up for older teens. Mike didn’t want that as he had a very different plan and like putty in his hands Ms Stephanie had agreed to his crazy idea.

Mike was now the owner of the lake house that was the last address his parents had had. The state had tried to auction off the property numerous times with no takers so the property value was listed as zero. That meant Mike could actually just pay the ten dollar processing fee to the local county clerk and the deed was transferred to him.

Of course having a deed and actually being able to live in that house were two very different things. Ms Stephanie would not allow Mike to live there until the place was fixed up. Mike worked after school for over a year and put all his money to that project. He had actually thought he wouldn’t have enough but Ms Stephanie surprised him and she put in a matching amount from her own salary to help him. Six months after Mike’s 18th birthday gaziantep escort bayan he was living in the house, working part time online, and riding a scooter to the city college’s little satellite campus in town which had more students then there were population in the rest of the one cop town.

It was at school where Mike had met Susan. There was an attraction from the first moment they laid eyes on each other and only a few days later they were officially a couple. Mike thought things were going well and he was really just getting to know her but apparently she had baggage and drama involving her previous relationship as well as interference from her parents that made it so she wasn’t really able to have a real relationship with Mike so just shy of two months the relationship ended.

The thing most people might assume about boys in foster care is that they come from really damaged and broken families, which is generally true though usually not for any reason that is the boy’s fault. However, these boys are very much a product of where they come from, moms who are super promiscuous and fathers who probably are too if they are even around. The boys coming into the system along with all the other emotional issues they have to process are often compelled to have sex with as many girls as are willing and get plenty of experience very early. Someone saying that the boys were just copying the behavior they saw before would be correct but only partially so. These boys often subconsciously used sex as a replacement for a familial connection taken away from them and in sex they find an outlet for the rage and hatred implanted into their tortured souls.

To counter that the state had a program of constantly trying to educate the boys about sex and proper behavior towards women. Don’t cat call women, it is sexual harassment. Don’t claim a woman was his girlfriend, that was sexual enslavement. Don’t engage in any unwanted physical contact such as holding hands because that was sexual assault. Don’t ask for her number. Don’t ask for a date. Don’t ask for her socials (whatever those were). Don’t, don’t, don’t. And the biggest don’t of all was no kissing. That could get you charged with rape so basically, don’t even look in a woman’s direction unless you want to go to jail. At the end of one particular video some steroid using police who look like they just beaten up an innocent person for their evening entertainment, blood on his knuckles and everything, pointed at the camera. “Don’t think you can get away with it. You can’t hide. We will find you. Your best move, DON’T do it.”

Yet, even with all of those attempts at conditioning the minds of boys in state’s custody, for most boys it was in one ear and out the other. None of it did anything to alter their behavior. Most boys in the system scoffed at the very idea that they would not have sex at absolutely every single opportunity. Of course they would, legal repercussions and ‘accidental’ pregnancies be damned. The only question most boys needed answered was whether the girl was opening her legs for him or not. If yes, then sex was happening and the rules could go fly off a cliff. There were deeper emotional needs that these boys had that just weren’t being met without sex being part of the picture.

Of course just because most boys were horny teens enslaved to their passions they did not represent 100% of boys. There was always some minority of boys who took the rules to heart very literally. Mike, who had never known either of his parents, fit neatly into this category. When he dated Susan he deferred to her in almost everything, doing his best to be a great friend and a perfect gentleman, always mindful not to cross any boundaries. The law seemed clear, Susan had to make the first move while Mike had to keep his hands and his eyes to himself which he did. Mike dated Susan from at least 12 inches away at all times. In his mind he had too much to lose not to. He didn’t even form the thought to do otherwise and it wasn’t even because he completely believed all of the over the top consequences he’d been told about. He didn’t need to believe it for the message of the videos and classes to be impressed upon his subconscious and affect his behavior. He was conducting himself according to what was the official correct way to date a girl.

For Mike, who had done everything right, hadn’t imposed himself on her, hadn’t made any mistakes or let his guard down, and who was just then starting to feel something for Susan, the day she dumped him was a dark day. It was his first real relationship and then he had to experience being dumped. He was in Dr Holland’s office trying to just talk to her about his assignment when his emotions pushed themselves up and started to just flood out. It was the last thing Mike wanted. He had been just fine when talking to other teachers that day but looking at the young face of Dr Holland who had only gotten her PhD two years ago she just reminded him of Susan so much. He sort of had gotten the reputation as the tough kid who gaziantep escort reklamları grew up in an orphanage but it had not prepared him for the shock to his core being that getting dumped had inflicted on him. Mike cried and Dr Holland tried to comfort him as best she could but Mike was inconsolable.

Later Mike was feeling better but the damage had already been done. Dr Holland would not allow Mike to ride his motorcycle home and instead insisted she drive him. Mike’s teacher wasn’t thinking about how far Mike would have to walk the next Monday in order to get to school. Then again, if he waited until Monday that would mean being stuck at his home all weekend with no way to get to town except on foot. Then again, he could call someone to give him a ride but the only person he knew who would do that was … Susan.

Alone in his home Mike decided that it was just too much trouble to make anything for dinner so he just sat on his bed and sulked.

Knock, knock.

That was odd. Mike wiped his eyes. Nobody ever knocked on his door.

He got up and checked to see who it was and Ms Stephanie was out there waiting to be let in.

“That was fast.” Mike said as he wondered when Dr Holland would have even had time to call his social worker without Mike noticing and besides that when did she have enough time to ride the ferry then come all the way out there.

“Are you ok?” Ms Stephanie demanded as she held out a paper bag to him.

“What’s this?”

“Our dinner.”

Mike took it and noticed how his social worker was dressed. Yet even before taking full notice of her very cute red dress that only went over one shoulder he was dazed by the smell of her perfume which overpowered the scent of the food she’d brought for him.

“Come on, kiddo, talk to me.”

“I’m fine. My heart is saying I’m dying but I’m pretty sure I’ll live.”

“I told you.” Ms Stephanie said referring to how she’d tried to insist to Mike that he should finish school first before getting a girlfriend.

“There isn’t a rule against it.”

“No but if you get a girl pregnant you’re out of the program. You know that.”

“We only dated for two months. It didn’t go that far.”

“No?”

“I’m a guy, I would definitely tell you if it did.”

Ms Stephanie came close to him and wrapped her arms around him. Mike noted in his mind that this was nice. Of course Dr Holland had been hugging him earlier but more like just putting her arm on his shoulder to tell him to cheer up. That had been nothing like this where somehow even with Mike being taller than Ms Stephanie she still brought his head down to her chest to hold him more intimately than he had ever remembered her doing so in the two years that he’d known her.

“I’m here now. You don’t have to worry about her. You don’t have to think about her.”

“I know. I just feel bad. I’m going to be ok.”

“I …” she started but then just held him tighter for a moment. “Are you hungry?”

“Not really.”

“You better eat.” she said as her hands really dug in.

“I’m sorry you had to come all the way out here.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“You look like you were going to go on a date or something.”

She finally pulled herself away from him and looked at him with a bit of a spark. “You’re more important.”

“I am?” Mike asked since the very concept of him being important to someone was strange.

She looked almost dazed as she stared at him while biting one side of her bottom lip. He was almost about to say she looked cute like that but before he could she snapped herself out of it.

“You’re dinner is going to get cold. Set the table. And not just for one, for two. I had to cancel dinner plans to come out here so you owe me the pleasure of your company.”

“You’re always welcome here. You know that. … ahem … The judge made me give you a key.”

Mike usually didn’t pay any mind to the fact that the lights in his home were a bit on the dim side. However, as Ms Stephanie sat across from him at his small table it occurred to him that this was about the level of light you might expect at a candle lit dinner when you went on a date.

“I’m really sorry.” Mike said as he watched Ms Stephanie take a bite of her first french fry and he realized that the quality of the food did not in any way match the quality of her outfit.

“I’m sorry you had a bad day.”

Mike shrugged. “I guess it was bound to happen eventually. It wasn’t like Susan’s parents were going to let me get married to her.” Mike hadn’t realized it until the words had left his lips but he’d said ‘parents’ with a bit of bitterness in his voice. He instantly regretted it but he couldn’t go back in time to change it so he decided to forget about it.

“She’s an adult, isn’t she?”

“Yeah, but …”

“Michael, you have all the same rights that everyone else has. Don’t look down on yourself and don’t let anyone look down on you because you’re coming gaziantep escort resimleri out of the system. Now, that’s not me saying you should go try and get married to her. OK? Cause if you get married then you’re out of the program.”

“Really? Why?”

“If you get married then in a way you’re sort of saying that you can take care of yourself so much that you’re even going to take care of a wife too. You’re only supposed to be in the program so long as you need our help. Once you graduate and get a good job you shouldn’t need us anymore. And FYI, try to do that before you turn 21 instead of having to panic later.”

It didn’t take that much time to eat even slow as they were eating. Ms Stephanie asked a couple of routine questions about the house and how Mike was doing in school but she didn’t really engage with his answers and Mike started to think that perhaps her mind was on other things, like her date that she’d ditched so she could come all the way out to the middle of nowhere so she could console a heart broken teenager.

“You know, if you’re going to ask all these questions you might as well do your monthly inspection.” Mike said but his words didn’t register with his social worker right away. Then when his words did click in her mind she snapped to look at him.

“Yes.” she said and then immediately got to her feet.

Mike watched as she started to go through his kitchen and then she moved on to looking around his bathroom. Mike just waited cause he was used to this and if she did her inspection today then it meant he didn’t have to worry about being surprised for at least two or three weeks. Mike had heard that teens in the group homes only had inspection once every two or three months but when it happened it was a big deal becoming bigger the longer between they were. In contrast Ms Stephanie was over at Mike’s place so often she’d sometimes comment that nothing had changed at all since the previous time she’d been there.

As Ms Stephanie was going around checking Mike happened to notice his social worker’s red handbag and the white fabric that was peeking out of them. He casually stepped over and leaned to take a look inside just out of curiosity telling himself that he was not going to touch anything. Condoms and an extra pair of panties. Interesting. Ms Stephanie was looking to hook up, he figured. Damn, now he felt really extra bad that she’d chosen to come out to see him instead.

“Michael.” Ms Stephanie called from upstairs in his bedroom.

“Yeah.” he called back to her hoping she might just want to ask a question and not because she sensed he was snooping into her purse.

“Get up here.”

Oh, that didn’t sound good. Wait … Mike just then remembered. “Oh shit.” he said under his voice. He went to the bedroom and sure enough, she’d found it.

“You know you’re not supposed to have this kind of stuff.” she said as she held up the porno magazine.

“I’m sorry.”

“Well, explain.”

“I guess you have to write me up.”

“I don’t want to, you know that.”

Mike had heard that before and knew full well that as a social worker she was still going to do it.

“You know it’s against the rules. Why’d you buy it?” she asked.

“I didn’t buy it. This girl Gina gave it to me as a prank.”

“A prank?”

“Cause like we were in the convenience store and they had it on display because it was the only one left and they really wanted to get rid of it so then …”

“I’m going to have to confiscate it.”

“Ok. I understand.”

Ms Stephanie sat down on the edge of Mike’s bed and wanting to get more comfortable she undid the clasp on her heels so she could take them off and rest one foot up on his covers. “Come, sit down.” she said to him.

He sat down and prepared himself for the lecture to follow.

Ms Stephanie opened the porno magazine and looked through it. “Jesus, they put full penetration in these damn things now.”

“Did they used to not?”

“You tell me. You’ve owned more of these things than I ever have.”

“In that case we have a sample size of one.”

Ms Stephanie flipped through a few more pages and then pointed at the girl. “You like girls like this?”

“What?”

“Look. What about her is attractive to you?”

“I don’t know.”

“You want to watch girls having sex with other guys.”

“No.”

“Then why do you have a magazine like that?”

“I’m sorry. There’s only one guy there though.”

“Who’s not you. Do you imagine that you’re him? Do you imagine you want to date this girl?”

“Uh … What do you mean?”

“You want her? You want to fuck her? I can track her down for you. You know I can. I can get you a phone call with her.” Mike knew what she said was true. Most people didn’t know the immense power that social workers acting in ‘the best interest’ of a child in state’s custody had. Mike knew because he’d seen it in action numerous times. There was this one kid he’d met a long time ago who was telling everyone that some famous boxer was his half brother so the social workers got in contact with the boxer’s family and then the boy, who maintained the story to the very bitter end, was put on the phone with the boxer himself who only agreed to speak to the kid because the state was going to revoke his boxing license and cancel his upcoming title fight if he didn’t do what they wanted.

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You and I had both decided we were tired of the rat race. With today’s technology and Internet connections, we could live far enough away from civilization and still be able to earn a living. We sold what we could in the city and bought an old farmhouse that had recently been refurbished. We settled into a kind of routine where I did housework during the day while you worked from your home office.

Shortly after we moved, and got settled in, we were sitting side by side on the couch watching TV. Dinner had been good, and I’d had my bath. You seemed relaxed, and put your arms around me, pulling me close to your side. You have the most luscious kisses. I could never leave a man who kisses me like this. You say, “Cathie, things need to change.”

I said, “Aren’t you happy, darling?”

“No, I’m not really happy with you at the moment.” Well, I thought you were happy enough that I had left my job, sold my car and devoted my life to living here with you. So, I said, “What do you mean?” but inside, in the pit of my stomach, I was worried about your answer.

“Cathie, you need to be more submissive to me.” Well, this seemed like a surprise out of the blue, but there is nothing I wouldn’t do for this man. “All right. You’ll have to be patient with me.” You said, “I have been VERY patient with you.”

“If you recall, this morning after breakfast, I asked you for a blow job, and you got up and muttered something about having to do the dishes. I went up to my office, but once I got there I started thinking about all the other times I’ve asked for a blow job, or have been ready to fuck you, and you give me some kind of excuse. This is not going to happen anymore, Cathie. When I want you to do something for me, you should be willing to do whatever I say, no questions or excuses or other things getting in the way.”

I told you I was sorry and I really do want to please you. I took off my nightgown, and knelt on the floor before you, pulling your cock out of your shorts, and, kissing and playing with him I noticed he’s already hard and almost alive in my hands. Yes, it has been along time since I’ve done this for you, and I really do like it. I began kissing your big cock, and encircling it with my hands, pulling on the base as I’m sucking him further into my mouth. I lap up the pre-cum, and my mouth is making him wetter and wetter. I’m trying to swallow him as deeply as I can as your hands are on either side of my head and you’re fucking my face. Soon your cock gets bigger and bigger around and I know my reward is coming. You shoot your precious cum into me, and I’m swallowing, and licking him up. You’re right, I haven’t done this in awhile, and I miss it. You stood, and pulled me to my feet, we walked together up the stairs.

You aren’t abusive or rough, but you tell me I am long overdue for a spanking. You lay me across the bed, and tie my wrists and ankles to the head and footboards. You say it’s ok, if I cry, because no one will hear me anyway except you, and that’s ok, I can cry all I like. You slowly begin massaging my ass, while telling me that from now on, I’m going to be getting a lot more of these. It seems to be the only way I will remember to do what I’m told. It’s eerily quiet, and then out of the blue, you are raising your belt above your head, and whack! Whack! You begin beating my ass with your belt. I take about the first 25 without too much fuss, but you keep going and now it’s really starting to hurt. I say “I’m sorry I haven’t been very good for you lately.” But you don’t talk, you just beat me with your belt, I have lost count, and I am sobbing uncontrollably. Later you hold me in your arms and tell me you love me, but things are going to have to change around here, and I say, Yes, Sir whatever you say.

In the morning, as you’re eating breakfast and I’m just drinking coffee, you tell me our routine is going to be a bit different. You got up as I did to clear the table. I started the dishes, and you dried them and put them away. With two people, the kitchen was cleaned up in no time. “Now, Cathie, you can come upstairs with me.” I followed you to your office, and asked if I could use the bathroom, you said, yes, but hurry. As I returned, I see you have a hook in the corner across the room from your desk. You fasten my wrists together and pull them up to tie onto the hook. Then you tape my mouth, and say, “That will be all until I get some work done.” I am not even really looking at you, I’m looking at the wall, the corner, the ceiling, the floor. It feels like I’m there for a really long time. You give me a bathroom break, and then tell me to sit in the place under your desk while you work. I sit in this little cramped space for a long time, while you’re on the computer, and on the phone, and writing. Then you tell me it’s time for lunch. Two hours in the corner, and then two hours under your desk, the morning was an eternity for me!

After lunch, we both clean the kitchen and I say something stupid, like I hope I don’t have to spend the whole afternoon gaziantep escort the way I spent the whole morning. You bend me over the counter, take the wooden paddle from a drawer, and start whacking my ass with the wooden paddle. You’re telling me that I am no longer allowed to complain or tell you what I want or don’t want to do. We go back upstairs, and you have a wooden kitchen chair with you and some twine. You tie me to the chair, really bound, so that I cannot move, and you again tape my mouth.

That night, I am tied to the bottom part of bed, face up, my ass is practically hanging off the end of the bed, and you tie my knees and ankles far apart. You are fingering my pussy until I come and come and your hand is all wet, my come is dripping down everywhere. You said you’ve always wanted to punish my inner thighs and my pussy. Well, I am no longer allowed to complain, but I think, my pussy? You take the belt, and begin spanking my inner thighs, first the right, down by the knee, and you work your way closer to my pussy. 50 hard lashes, then you do the same on my left thigh. Soon my inner thighs are black and blue and welted. I am again crying, but that’s ok, that’s what punished girls do. Now, you begin spanking my pussy with the belt. Her lips are swelling, and you keep lashing them. I can’t believe I am coming again, but you are spanking my clit and my pussy lips and I am coming and coming.

When you decide I’ve had enough, you untie me, and tell me to go clean myself up. When I come back from the bathroom, you are under the covers and snoring. I lie there for a long time; I have had many orgasms, but suddenly realize I haven’t had your cock in my pussy for several days now. I wonder if this is part of the punishment.

I lie awake thinking of you most of the middle of the night. The next morning, after you eat breakfast, and I drink coffee, we clean the dishes together as before. Today you’re going to bend me over the counter, massage some oil into my sore ass and thighs, and butt hole, and your stiff hard cock is going to plunge into my ass. Oh, I love this feeling. Later upstairs, I give you a blowjob while on my knees in My Place under the desk. You are talking on the phone and then tell me that we will be having a visitor. Your daughter Sheila, whom you haven’t seen in years, is coming to stay with us. Your ex-wife has had enough of her misbehavior at school, and isn’t home enough to properly supervise her, so she calls and says, “I’ve had her for 18 years, now it’s your turn.”

Sheila comes with two suitcases. You went to the train station to pick her up while I got the other bedroom ready for her. It has nice wallpaper, and carpet, and furniture. I just needed to freshen it up, and make sure the chest of drawers and closet were empty and the bed made.

Sheila is very subdued at first. She hasn’t seen you in many years, since she was small. And while she may have been a problem to her mother, she is going to be no problem here. We try to engage her in conversation, as we are in her room, I am helping her unpack her suitcases. You are in the chair talking to us. She confesses she Hates school, and doesn’t even want to go there. You tell her I am a teacher, you and I can teach her here at home; she need never go to school again. This makes her happy. She smiles shyly and I ask if anyone’s hungry.

After supper, we are in the family room. Sheila is starting to open up. She is contributing to the conversation, and far from being a ‘problem child’ as her mother claimed she just has a low self-esteem, and is unsure of herself. We assure her that no one here will hurt her. We love each other, and we love her as well. I walk into the family room from the kitchen and sit on the floor at your feet. She asks why do I do that and you say you like for me to sit on the floor next to you. You can reach down and touch me, or fondle me as you wish while watching TV. She asks me do I like sitting on the floor next to you, and I say, yes, I like it very much.

Then you say, “sometimes, Sheila, when Cathie is in need of punishment, I punish her. Like right now.” I’m thinking, right now? What have I done? You continue, “This afternoon, Cathie was so nervous about you being here, I didn’t get my blowjob after dinner.” I was thinking, we only just got through with dinner, I didn’t have a chance, but I knew that you were right. I wasn’t too keen on giving you a blowjob with Sheila there. You tell me it’s ok, she’s got a right to stay and watch, and then you tell Sheila it will be good for her to watch me. She doesn’t protest at all, just looks intently at you and me like she doesn’t know what to expect.

I give you the greatest blowjob. I truly enjoy this, and once I get going, I almost forget that she’s watching. Later, after I go clean up, I come into the family room once again, and you’re in the middle of the couch, motioning for me to lie across your lap. I look puzzled but then you say, “You should never show any kind of hesitation when I expect gaziantep escort haberleri your immediate obedience.” I apologize, and know it’s no use to protest or complain. You explain to Sheila that it’s been difficult for me to learn to do as I’m told, and you often need to punish me to reinforce the lesson.

She doesn’t seem scared or nervous anymore, just enrapt in what you are about to do to me. You have your metal ruler handy, and begin spanking me with it. My ass gets beet red very soon, and all this while, you aren’t talking to me, you’re talking to Sheila; telling her how naughty I get, how I need to be punished everyday for something. She doesn’t say anything, but afterward, you show her how wet my pussy is. When you get up for a drink, and leave us alone, she says, “Don’t you hate to be punished?” I say, “No, I know I need it. Your dad knows I like a good spanking.” She says she’s not sure she would ever like it. And I say, “Well, your dad won’t do anything to hurt you. And until you’re ready for it, he probably won’t spank you.” She says she doesn’t believe she’ll ever be ‘ready for it’, and we leave the conversation at that.

Over the next weeks, she and I come to terms with living together, almost like mother and daughter, but not quite. While you work, we learn not to be jealous of the other’s affection we receive from you. In the evenings, you teach us together how to share your cock, we teach Sheila how lovely it is, and how neat it is to take him into her mouth. Worshipping your cock is one of my favorite things to do.

She is intrigued with this whole concept, and once she starts sucking on your cock nightly, it’s almost like she was born for it. I begin stroking her pussy from behind, giving her a different feeling. At first this is somewhat discomforting to her, but she does like it, and slowly but surely she’s learning to trust everything we do for her. As she sucks your cock with her little girl mouth, she is getting wet, and my fingers are lightly spreading her wetness all around her bottom area.

One afternoon, you call her to you, and tell her it’s time for a practice session, sucking your cock. She replies that she’s not finished with the book she’s been reading. Suddenly your tone changes, and you say, “You’re not Ready!?” She drops the book at that tone and comes to you. You say gently, “You must learn obedience as Cathie has. When I tell you to come here, you don’t protest, you don’t give me excuses. You stop whatever you’re doing and come to me, Do you Understand?” she says, “Yes, Daddy, I’m sorry.” You tell her that first she must do as she is told. She kneels and pulls your cock free from your pants. With her little girl hands and her little girl mouth, she begins pleasuring you the way you love. As you begin shooting your come into her mouth, and it’s dripping down her chin and onto her little girl chest, you tell her that she still is going to have to be punished. With your come falling out of her mouth, she says, “Yes, Daddy, I deserve it for being disobedient.” But she is looking very worried.

You tell her it’s her first spanking, so it won’t be too severe, but she needs to learn her lesson. You pull her over your knee, pull up her skirt, and pull down her panties. I am on the other side of you, sitting on the floor facing her, and tell her it’s going to be ok. You start spanking her bottom with your hand. Not too hard at first, but it is gradually getting more and more strong. She’s crying and sobbing as quietly as she knows how. Soon you stop and tell her that’s what happens when we don’t obey you. She snivels that she’s sorry, and you send her to the corner to think about what she needs to learn from this experience.

Later, when you’re in town running errands (for some reason she and I don’t leave the house hardly ever. You do the entire shopping, etc), she quietly helps me in the kitchen and then tells me she now understands why I said I like the spankings. I said, “I know it’s difficult to explain to someone, but once you experienced it, I knew you would know what I mean.” She said it makes her feel very loved. Like someone cares about her and her behavior. Yelling at someone like her mother always did, just makes you feel resentful. I’m smiling and thinking that’s very insightful for a young girl.

A few days later, we are quietly eating dinner at the end of the day. We have conversation while eating, and you calmly say that you need to go to the city for a couple days. It should only involve one night, but if it’s longer, you will phone and let us know. Sheila looks worried that you are abandoning us, and you assure her you are doing no such thing. We are your life, and you most assuredly will come back. It is cold out, but we have plenty of provisions and everything is in good working order. I tell you that being in the country doesn’t bother me at all, and we’ll be just fine.

That night, Sheila goes to bed early, and we make marvelous love. You are gaziantep escort hikayeleri a wonderful lover, and I feel very lucky and privileged to be the one in this position! We don’t notice it at first, but then see that your daughter is standing just inside the door quietly watching us. You don’t stop what you are doing, just say, “Come on in, honey, it’s ok.” She walks in and sits on the chair just a little ways from the bed, and watches. When we have both reached orgasm, and turn to face each other in the bed, it’s that lovely magical moment, and Sheila says, can I get a hug, too?

“Of course, darling.” She joins us in a nice cuddle. And you ask if it’s the first time she’s ever seen people making love. She said Yes, but I have heard my mother before. You have a funny look on your face, but I say nothing. This is nice, and aside from the fact that I know you’re leaving in the morning, this is one of those moments of closeness I’ll remember for a lifetime.

The next morning, you are packed and leave us. But we are just fine during the day. For supper Sheila is wishing we lived close enough to town to call out for a pizza. I say, “Honey, we can make a pizza. We have yeast, flour and water. We have tomato sauce, spices, cheese, and sausage.” She doesn’t believe we can do this and I show her how. We can make anything from the simplest ingredients if you know what you’re doing. She says she’s glad she’s living with me, I can teach her how to cook as well as how to be loved and accepted!

Just as we’re cleaning up after the meal, we notice it is raining, and by the time we both have a bath, and are curled up in the living room watching TV, the rain turns to sleet. It must be getting colder out, but that’s ok; I tell her we’re warm, and we’re fine. There’s no need to worry. I’m not much of a worrier, but I’m finding out she is.

When it’s time for bed, she tells me her room is chilly, and I had noticed this before. I suggested we share our bed, it’s king size, and there’s plenty of room! Besides, with you gone, it seemed larger and lonelier than ever. She got under the covers and we both lay there. I was thinking about you of course. I don’t know what she was thinking. But then she said, “Does making love hurt?” I said, “No, it’s wonderful.” She said her mother had always screamed and yelled a lot. I said that’s just something some people do when making love, but it’s the most magnificent feeling in the world, with the right person. I said right now, my pussy is so lonely for your dad; you wouldn’t believe how empty she feels! I was trying to joke about it, but she propped her head up on her arm and said, “Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?” I started to say no, just because I was missing you so much, but then out of my mouth I said, “Yes, if you want to.”

I turned on the lamp on its dimmest setting and reached into the bedside drawer. In addition to a wooden paddle, and a few other toys, there was a nice long dildo. I turned around and said have you ever seen one of these? She said no but then started giggling. Well, if she doesn’t want to talk about it, I won’t make her. I laid the dildo on the bed, and pulled the quilt down. I pulled my nightgown up, and spread my legs. She said, “May I look at your pussy a little closer?” She lay on her stomach right between my legs, and I just lay back, letting her do as she liked. She was touching me lightly, my pussy is shaven for you, of course, and she is just moving the lips to the side, and looking closely. She said, “It’s in layers!”

“I guess that’s one way to put it. I know the feelings come in layers as well.” She kept stroking me, and touching the different places in my pussy, and then told me it’s getting very wet down there. I said, “Yes, she’s wanting something inside.” As I handed her the dildo, she said, “You want me to put it in you?” She didn’t wait for an answer; but pushed it firmly inside. I said, “Now, pull it out and push it in, over and over.” She did that, starting out very slowly, and then, it’s like she instinctively knew to make it faster and faster!

Soon, my pussy was gushing all over the bed. She said, should I stop now? I said, no, honey, just keep going for a little bit. I’ll tell you when. She continued for a little while, and then stopped as I was gasping in ecstasy. She sat up still quietly looking at me, and handed the dildo to me. She said, “You were really enjoying that. Will you do it to me?” I laid the dildo on the bedside table and turned to her as she lay next to me. “Sheila, I should not be the one to do this for you the first time. And I especially won’t do it with you while your dad is gone. Ok?” She said, “Well, it just looked so nice, and I wanted to feel good, too.” I said, “I can make you feel good without pushing anything into you.” She looked doubtful, but I turned off the lamp, and turned to her in the dark.

My hand pushed up her nightgown under the covers and I pulled her panties down. She looked at me funny; it was pretty dark, and I could just barely make out her face. I started stroking her little pussy, and gently asked her how it felt. For some reason I thought if she were embarrassed, it would be easier if I were talking to her. I brought my fingers into her slit only a little way, wanting to be sure not to enter her too far. She was really enjoying this, and the conversation ceased.

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© Susan England.August 2004 This may not be copied to or published at any other site without the express permission of the author at the link below

I am greatly indebted to Mandymarie, a Literotica Editor, for her professionalism in helping me overcome a writing problem.

Comments and criticism to the author, Susan England at the link below would be most welcome.

I was challenged to write a Male/male story instead of my more usual female oriented stories. This is my attempt and I stress that it is simply a story. There is no basis in fact and the characters are fictitious.All characters are of course of an age to comply with the requirements of Literotica.

What is true is that my grandfather was born in 1900 and was too young for WW1 and too old for WW2. The setting for this first attempt by me to write a gay story is true – Grandpa was an Air Raid Warden, there were Social Clubs for working men. The ‘Blue Lagoon’ really did exist. He has talked of it and laughed about it many times. The dress code for boys was as I have described and there were elasticated ‘snake head’ belts for the boys.

My husband says my story is too feminine and romantic in its descriptions and I must “try harder.” Oh dear, ‘bottom’ of the class again!! If you find it so then I apologise. Feedback would be very helpful.

Preface

I am bi-sexual, although my family doesn’t know of it.

I was born in 1932 and recently celebrated my 72nd birthday. I am very happily married. My wife of 49 years standing is my best friend as well as a woman I have loved since we first met. We have had four children, 2 boys and two girls (who don’t come into this tale), but I have had occasional interests with both males and females over the years.

My earliest experience was with a mature man. I very much enjoyed it, but thanks to the intervention of an understanding female it failed to lock me in a world of homosexual loving. Because of her I was able to experience and enjoy heterosexual love and sex, and I’ve I decided to set down how this came about. I have tried to tell the story with the innocence of wording and expression that I had at the time

Chapter One – Uncle Reg makes a friend.

In England back then immediately after the war it was safe for youngsters to be out late. Looking back I never remember hearing that children had been abducted, or raped or murdered as they are today. I was never warned, as parents must warn today, that there were evil men who would harm us, and that we must be suspicious of anyone we didn’t know, that we must not talk to strangers, that under no circumstances were we to go with them, anywhere, at any time, day or evening.

I now know that men who got pleasure from a sexual relationship with a young person were careful to be friendly, especially to be friendly with parents. They were gentle. They knew that if they made certain cautious advances they would be rejected by most, but the advance wasn’t such that it could be interpreted as ‘abuse’ in today’s sense. With the right response from the youngster, they knew that they could slowly take the relationship further until they had a willing, perhaps enthusiastic, partner.

Dad was a blue-collar worker for a large public utility company. The firm provided many benefits ? access to libraries, sports grounds, athletic tracks and not least, a clubhouse for employees. The club had in addition to a bar, dartboards, card tables, table-top skittles and such like. In a separate room were two snooker/billiards tables. In the days after the war and before TV, this was an important social centre, and there were many teams, male and female, which competed in various sporting leagues.

My name is Edward – Teddy – and at that time I was small for my age, only 5′ 3″tall. My hair was brown and cut ‘short back and sides’ in the style of the time and my eyes were blue. I was slim and to my embarrassment, had what were called delicate features. Women would call me a ‘lovely boy to look at’ and some would say ‘isn’t he pretty?’

I had an older brother, Fred, aged 22 who was in the Navy and an older sister ? Margaret aged 20. Our home was in a terrace of working class houses and had three bedrooms, identical to all the rest of the houses on the neighbouring streets. There was no bathroom; a zinc bath was put in front of the fire during cold weather and was laboriously filled and laboriously emptied. The lavatory was outside – not a favourite place to visit in winter!

In those days there were no jeans or casual clothes of that kind. Boys always wore short, loose waisted grey trousers, buttoned at the fly and held up by an elasticized belt, fastened with an ‘S’ shaped clip in the image of a snake.

For my age I know that, compared with the youth of today, I was very naïve, very non-streetwise. I was now ‘a young man’ and was allowed long trousers, but in summer (the time of my tale) I wore baggy legged shorts for comfort in the heat.

Girls always wore dresses or a skirt escort gaziantep and blouse. Older girls who worked in the factories because the men were at war were allowed to wear long trousers. Boy’s underpants had baggy legs and a girl had elastic around the legs to keep her private places firmly hidden from view!

We lived close enough to the club for it to be an easy walk and as Dad was a member of several teams (he particularly enjoyed cards and snooker) we would go there frequently. Fridays and Saturdays were the regular evenings and my Mum would sit with her friends (there was a ‘ladies corner’) and have a good chat. Dad would sit with his mates and play cards or dominoes, and of course snooker.

Friday was usually fairly quiet I remember, and I would watch the men and try to understand their play. One of them was named Reg, a friend of my Dad’s. He was so much a friend that I called him ‘Uncle Reg.’ Family relationships and respect for older people demanded a proper form of address

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Reg was single and lived with his sister, also single, in a street quite close to ours. As we walked to the club he would come out and walk with us, and was always very pleasant and would buy the first drink when we arrived. He always got me a large soft drink, and whenever he saw it empty, he would buy me another.

He was kind in other ways. He would sit patiently and coach me in some of the domino and card games, and I thought of him as an adult that I liked and who treated me pretty well.

Drinking so much soft drinks made me continually need to pee and often Reg would go at the same time.

The ladies had indoor ‘facilities’, but males had to go outside and along an unlit gravel path to a slate topped urinal. This consisted of a trough in the floor, and one peed against a tar-coated wall. There were also three lavatory stalls. It was quite roomy to allow for the times that the place was crowded, but it was lit only with a dim blue bulb that was a hangover from the war years. No one had bothered changing it for any brighter light. I think the men might have objected anyway, because the blue dimness gave a uniqueness compared with other clubs. It was a masculine joke. It was known throughout the sports leagues. No other could compare with theirs.

The blue?light?illuminated urinal was known familiarly as ‘the Blue Lagoon.’

As we left the rear of the club and crunched over the gravel path, Reg had started to put his arm around my shoulders and I accepted this as natural.

When wearing my shorts I never undid the flies of my trousers. To pee I simply pulled up the baggy short leg and pulled myself out of my equally baggy underpants. If I wanted them down, I unclipped the snake belt and pulled the loose trousers down over my narrow hips. Providing there were no other men in the urinal Reg would normally stand right next to me. He would very deliberately unfasten the buttons of his fly, pull apart his trousers and take out his cock. With a little more fumbling, he pulled out his ball sac and stood, turned slightly towards me, his fingers moving softly on his manhood.

At first I tried to look away but I couldn’t resist trying to see what a grown man looked like out of the corner of my eye. He didn’t say anything; merely had his pee, then pulled hard on himself, shook it, and slowly replaced it in his trousers. Then he would look at me and smile and I would smile back. This continued to happen for several evenings.

One night I went out followed by Reg. His hand on my shoulder was gently caressing and he pulled me to him as we walked. There was no one else in the Blue Lagoon. As usual Reg stood close to me.. He took himself out and by this time I no longer made any effort to look away. In fact I blatantly watched as he pulled on himself. I finished my pee and let my trouser leg fall. I was about to turn away when his hand reached down and rested on my far hip. He pulled me close. I made no effort to move away as his fingers curled under the leg of my trousers and lifted them up. His fingers slipped inside my underpants and he wiggled them about, brushing my prick. He said “tickle, tickle, tickle” and indeed it did. I giggled and hunched myself. He took his hand away and again caressed my shoulder. We walked back inside the club.

For the rest of that evening, each time I went out he would follow. He was I suppose very careful not to make it obvious, but he must have had a watchful eye out for me. If another man were there, he would stand well away and would chat in a natural way. If the man left quickly, he would move to my side. Each time he would lift my trouser leg, and his fingers would dance lightly over my prick and balls. Each time it became more pleasurable for me, and each time I felt myself swell under his touch, and I stood still and let him do as he wished.

“Is that nice?” he asked.

I whispered “yes.”

“Do you like what I’m doing?”

“Yes” I gasped as he pulled gently on me.

All gaziantep escort pornoları the time he was touching me his other hand was pulling on his cock. Even in the dim glow I could see that it was thickening and swelling.

“Can you see mine growing?” he said softly.

I could only gasp out that I could.

“You are making that happen to me; it’s because of you that it’s getting hard. Would you like to feel what you are making it do?”

I didn’t say anything. I just stood and watched his manhood grow in front of my eyes.

Still feeling my stiff cock, his other hand took hold of one of mine and placed it on himself. His fingers wrapped around mine and he moved my hand, up and down, up and down.

I could hear his laboured breathing and he said, “That feels good. That’s very, very good. Your fingers feel so nice on me. Can you do it without me holding your hand? Can you, Teddy?”

“Yes, Uncle Reg” I whispered back and I continued to move my hand along his hard, hot shaft.

It felt as nothing else had ever felt. Silky smooth, very hot, and as I pulled it, I felt the skin jump over the glans of his knob before the skin covered the end of it.

He put his hand back over mine and began to rub faster, harder. Then he was making a soft grunting noise and his hips were jerking backwards and forwards. The cock in my hand was throbbing and pulsing, and after a minute he let go of me.

“Have you got any on your hand?” he asked.

“Any what?” I whispered.

“Is your hand wet and sticky?”

“No, Uncle Reg”

“Ok, you go back inside. Don’t tell anybody what we’ve done. This is a secret between Uncle Reg and you. Just a secret between men, hey?”

I put my hand in my pocket and held my hard prick against my leg as I went back in the club, so that no-one would see it sticking out.

Later that evening he was playing cards with my Dad.

“I’ve been talking to young Teddy, Jack. He’s interested in the night sky, and the planes we used to look out for. I’m going to bring my binoculars next Friday and show him some stars if it’s OK with you.” My Dad was quite happy with that, it seemed innocent enough.

Uncle Reg and Dad had been Air Raid Wardens in the war, and used to patrol the streets during the blackout. Then Uncle Reg became a ‘Spotter’, looking out for enemy planes and reporting by phone to an AA gun battery. I was thrilled that I was going to be shown how to use the powerful binoculars.

The following Friday there was almost no moon and the sky was clear, the stars brilliant in the darkness. Uncle Reg had his binoculars with him and I was desperate to see through them. I was pretty excited, not sexually, but at the thought of what I might see through them.

The men were laughing at my excitement and eventually Uncle Reg said, “Oh come on then. I’ll never get any peace until you’ve had a go.”

We went out together into the club yard. He led me around the far side of the club where crates of empty beer bottles waited, ready in a small yard behind a fence ready for collection. It was quiet and very dark, well away from the path to the Blue Lagoon. He opened the gate and we walked into the yard. He closed the gate behind us and put a couple of filled crates against the gate to stop it from being opened.

“Now listen to me, Teddy. These are very expensive glasses. I’m going to keep the strap round my neck so that if you drop them, they won’t fall. You’ll have to stand on a beer crate so you are high enough.”

I stood on the crate with my back to him and he put the strap of the binoculars over my head. I took hold of the glasses excitedly and the crates wobbled slightly under my feet. He put his arms around my waist to steady me.

My back pressed into his chest and stomach and with one hand he showed me how to adjust them to my eyes. His other hand was now around my stomach and resting lightly on my hip.

I was aware of his left hand as it slipped gently down over my hip. It brushed on the outside of my upper thigh. It slipped lower, still with a stroking movement. His fingers had now reached the bottom of my trouser leg and dipped inside. Then they were gliding up inside my trousers, now inside my underpants and I knew again the excitement in my groin as his fingers began to stroke and pull at my prick and balls. I stiffened in his fingers and he massaged me gently.

His right arm was around my waist holding me close. His breath was warm as he panted against my neck. My breathing was getting ragged and my body began to tremble, my mouth dry.

He moved slightly away from me but still fondled my hard cock. His right hand was now between us and I could feel his hand in the small of my back as he fumbled with his trousers.

Then both of his hands were at my waist. I realised he was unclipping my belt. It was undone and he began tugging at my shorts, pulling them down over my thighs. My gaziantep escort portalı underpants went with them and I knew the chill of the night air on my bare skin.

One hand now cupped my naked cock and balls and he used this hand to pull me close to him. I felt his other hand between us and his hot hard man’s cock being rubbed up and down the cleft between my cheeks.

His hand left my cock, gripping me tightly round the middle. He lifted me slightly and his other hand tugged my legs apart on the crates. I now stood with legs straddled, the night air between my legs.

Still holding me tight his other hand was now back on his cock. After the coolness of the air it seemed to burn against me. It was so hard it could push my cheeks apart and suddenly it was gliding up and down in his hand, up and down, rubbing all along the join between my legs. I knew it was wet, I knew it was slipping easily along me. Each time it passed my bottom hole I felt myself twitch.

He stopped rubbing along me. He held it still against my bottom while his hand began to beat up and down along the length of his manhood. There was again the low grunting, again the thrusting, jerking of his hips. Hot wetness spurted against my tight hole and began to run down my legs. He was gasping and so was I. My cock was so hard it was almost hurting.

“Oh, Teddy. That was the unbelievable. Are you OK?”

“Yes, Uncle Reg, but I’m aching down there.”

“I know what you need. Let me play with you and see if it gets any better.”

He held me with my back to his groin and as he started to jerk my cock, he kept pressing himself between my cheeks. I could feel his prick swelling against me once more. He let go of me and I could have cried with need but he pulled my cheeks apart, put his dick against my bottom hole then pulled me close and started to fuck at me while he jerked me off.

I could feel my thighs tingling, my prick was harder than it had ever been, there was fullness in my balls and then my cum spurted out as if I was emptying my whole insides. My hips were jerking and making fucking pushes in time with Uncle Reg fucking at me. It almost hurt when my cum jetted out, I was so tense. Then he cum again against me and I felt his knob end spurt against my ass hole.

We stood gasping. Then he said, “We’d better go in but first we’d better get you cleaned up.”

He pulled a cloth out of his pocket and started to wipe all around my bottom and down my legs.. He was very careful between my cheeks and asked if he could make sure I was dry.

He told me to stand with my side towards him and to bend over. When I did he felt between my legs, all the way to the back and then his fingertip touched against my bottom hole. He pressed gently and I tightened against his touch.

“Another time, another time,” he said so quietly I only just heard what he said.

Then he fastened himself up and said we should go back into the clubroom.

“Would you like another go with the glasses one night?” he asked.

“Yes please Uncle Reg.”

His teeth showed in the semi darkness as he smiled down at me.

After that, every Friday and Saturday night he would take me outside, close the gate behind us, take off my shorts and underpants and rub his cock between my cheeks. He would jerk on my cock and make me cum and finally he would put the end of his on my bottom hole, hold my hips and thrust at me until his cum spurted on me. I always had to bend over so that he could wipe me clean, and he always felt me there and pressed on my bottom.

Then he began to make me bend over before he wiped me, and I could feel the smooth wet stickiness of his finger sliding along me. One night he pressed harder and I felt his finger tip go in me. He massaged my hole and smoothed his sticky cum over and in me. At first it hurt a little bit, but he always tried to be gentle and asked me if it was hurting too much. I always said “No” Uncle Reg. Then he asked if I had liked it. I always said “Yes” Uncle Reg.”

Chapter Two – Teddy learns the hard way.

One Friday night my Dad had forgotten his favourite darts and asked me to run home and get them. Nobody locked doors then so when I got home I opened the door and went to the cupboard where he kept them.

Suddenly I heard a noise from upstairs and my sister’s voice. Then I realised there was the noise of bedsprings. I knew about that noise because I had peeked in my Mum and Dad’s room when I heard it and I saw him on top of her and I knew what they were doing. But Mum and Dad were at the Club so I was curious and crept quietly up the stairs. I went down the passage to my sister’s room and the door wasn’t closed. I looked in and she was naked with her soldier boyfriend lying on top. Her legs were spread wide and he was pushing and pumping at her with his hips just like Uncle Reg did to me. I heard him say “Maggie I’m cumming” and she cried out “Take it out, take it out” but he didn’t and he gave an almighty push and collapsed on top of her.

My sister said, “Get off me you fool you promised to take it out” and he lifted up and I saw she was all hairy between her legs and there was a hole there and it was wide open and creamy, white stuff was running out of her hole. I crept away and went to the Club and Uncle Reg took me outside and I saw stars again.

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