I made no effort at all to acknowledge their beauty though they were breath taking. Certainly not playboy models, or women one might see on vogue but quite beautiful in a down to earth way, and I was certain that they were tired of being told; how beautiful, or how cute, or how much they look-a-like, and didn’t care to here any of that from me. I later learned much to my astonishment that there were two years, two states, and two sets of parents between them.

 

With their clothes on they looked exactly alike to the untrained eye, even when clad only in shorts, they maintained their mirror-image appearance. It wasn’t until you could look inside their panties that the differences became evident. I know what you are thinking, one had a penis well you are wrong.

 

To describe one is to describe the other, Karen was the older and the alpha mate; they both had outgrown pigtails yet they both wore their shoulder length blond hair in pigtails. Their eyebrows faint, thin and un-plucked still accented their deep blue eyes. Their thick red lips matched their plump cheeks natural reddish hue.

 

Even in the dead-of-winter they wore short sleeve cut-off t-shirts showing off their creamy skinned bellies with their wide and deep belly buttons, not a hair or stubble to be seen. Their skirts were always just above the knees, but a few times I caught one or the other bending over exposing their smooth shaved legs. Their clothes were always the same. I used to muse to myself that they would argue with each other about weather or not they would wear a bra over their pert thirty-two c. breasts and often wondered who wanted to do what and why. Did one of them want to cover up their thumb-tip sized nipples, which grew larger when they bristled?

 

They were both very athletic, yet they still had what I affectionately call ‘baby fat’ giving a soft roundish flavor to their appearance. They spent a lot of time in the gym and their bodies made that quite clear. Neither were ripped, but their muscles were built up. They could out run with speed or in distance most of the jocks. They were instrumental for the volleyball team’s record breaking four year winning streak at the state championships, and one victory at the nationals. The team went three years in a row without a single lose, breaking the old record by one and a half seasons.

 

I often fantasized slipping my opened hand between their thighs, well… because they were so open and shapely, they were enticing with almost enough room. They sported my favorite kind of bottom I call it ‘the wide smiler.’ They had a twenty-eight waist over a muscular thirty-six buttocks that sagged upward, if you will indulge me, with a wide valley between their cheeks. God I tried to steal a few pictures of them walking together with their sweet bottoms swaying, but they always-seemed ready for me. Like I had a neon sign brightly flashing look out your butt’s on candid lens. Stealing pictures of people being remarkable weather in looks or action is my favorite hobby, more accurately an addiction that has caused more than a little trouble.

 

However it was academia they excelled in; Leanne’s major was ‘English lit.’ and Karen’s was ‘Computer Sci.’ they both have had several essays on topics concerning their majors appear in many literature and computer publications. They are also paid tutors, not by the school, but by the students whom they help.

 

I always thought it was a little odd that I rarely ever saw them together at school or at school functions other than the volleyball games, the discussion group they attended, study hall, and going or coming from gym class. I shared a networking class with Karen, and a journalism class with Leanne. I did mind my Ps and Qs in class. I never once saw them being physically familiar.

 

It was my photo exposé on couples that locked us into an inevitability of becoming friends… close friends. The kind you can tell anything to and just know that it would never be said again. I can tell this story now only because they told me to.

 

My part of the story began the last year of college right after my exposé. After a series of near misses and bumping intos I thought it best at least to offer up the social civilities. Which soon gave way to brief conversations about me; my majors, or how my classes were going, or just the plane how are you doing today. They did not ask me that question, like so many people do when they mean ‘Hi.’ They stopped and waited for an answer. One week I saw them meandering through the gallery looking at the photos of couples on display over and over. Closing time neared and all the visitors were gone.

 

Karen walked up and asked, “Did you shoot all of the photos on display?”

 

I said, “Yes. The whole show is devoted to my work on couples being couples. I will be on display here for ten more days.” I struggled to maintain some semblance of composure, though I am sure a drool escaped my lip as I talked.

“I see you’ve pretty much covered all the possible combinations of couples, and you’ve not shown any favoritism.” Karen pleasantly observed.

 

“Favoritism is not journalism, and all couples have many things in common. That is especially true of the ones trying to maintain a long term relationship. It doesn’t matter if they are same sex, or same race; co-ed or co-racial.” I explained assuredly.

 

“Long term relationships?” she sounded pensive and added, “Relationships seem to be dropping like flies today! What do you or would you attribute that to?”

 

“In a nutshell; communication or the failure to do so, the inability to accept the differences and embrace them or the lack of motivation to do so.” I answered with conviction and asked, “Do you have a favorite? I’ve seen you here with your friend slowly milling around the show the last couple of days.”

 

“Yes the one over there by the window, the one of the two women. The one standing looks sad. Who are they and what are they doing?” Karen asked empathy ringing in her voice.

 

“Oh I don’t know who they are, and for me to tell you what they are doing would steal the value of the image from you,” I assured asking, “What does it mean to you?”

 

“I think the older woman is sad because, she wants to tell the younger one that she loves her and can’t.” She related with a small tear gracing her left eye.

 

“I never saw that till now. You could be right, or she could be sad looking because she has told the one of her love. See how her hand is touching the hair, ear, and face at the same time. And look her other hand is on her shoulder. It looks like one has just spoken and the other heard. Here I’ve gone and broken a rule please forgive me.”

 

“Oh yes I see it. Maybe we are both right, I mean it is funny how things, pictures, can change with the mood. Well any way your work is exquisite. Aren’t you afraid that they will sue you or something?”

 

“No not really they aren’t doing anything embarrassing and I really didn’t violate their right to privacy there is a shrub in the foreground and a setting sun in the background. Any way I would gladly give them this framed copy, I can make another.”

 

“Are you allowed to take more pictures while you are on display.” She giggled a little when she said ‘you are.’

 

“I can take pictures any time any where and of anything or any willing body I want to!” I answered decisively.

 

“Would you be willing to take pictures of Leanne and I?” Karen asked in a near impish tone, but with a perfect poker face.

 

I almost lost my poise and felt my male immaturity slipping, but dropped my books and clipboard instead. As I stooped; I regained my composure, and I collected my thoughts as I scooped the mess into a pile, then calmly said, “I would be happy to. I don’t have my camera now, but I will be on campus tomorrow finishing a role and would be delighted to take a few pictures of the two of you. Where do you want to meet?”

 

“I don’t think you understand.” Karen stopped mid sentence and called out, “Come here Leanne. We don’t want a couple of pictures to send home.” Karen said, as Leanne joined her she added, “We want you to do an exposé of our life, and prepare it for web publishing for the whole world to see.”

 

My professionalism overshadowed my boyish ideations and muted any insecurity that I was being plagued by at the time and smartly asserted, “I do not take my exposés lightly. There are a lot of questions that need to be answered.”

 

“We thought you might say something like that. What kinds of questions do you need answered?” Karen shot right back at me.

 

“For openers the theme. What do you want to say and how do you want to say it? Who do you want to say it to?” I sincerely snapped back.

 

“I see we won’t be able to resolve this right here and now.” Leanne remarked with a hint of coyness in her voice.

 

I saw my opportunity and moved; “I think we can address these questions best over dinner if you will forgive my abruptness. I know a perfect place! My treat.”

 

“No! Our treat.” Karen insisted. “Where did you have in mind?” She inquired with a hint of a smile.

 

“I have a pet spot; it is Mediterranean style cuisine if that is to your liking, and if you can get past the name, ‘The Boot’ the food is great, and there are separate dining rooms available for privacy. It is a little spendy but as I said it is very good, and exactly what we need. My offer to treat is still good.” I warmly reminded.

 

“We can pay you for work and quite honestly we want to pay.” Karen insisted.

 

“We have looked at all the work that you have displayed here on campus and in town. Quite frankly we feel that you are the one to tell our story!” Leanne chimed in and asked, “When can you start?”

 

“We have talked briefly on and off over the last year.” Karen kicked in.

 

“I think it best to start at dinner time. It’s early enough today we might get a reservation for tomorrow, Wednesday say eight? I have found that when interviewing prospective clients if they prepare a list of some of their wants and bring it with them, it facilitates the discussions. Do you want me to make the reservation, or are you going to?”

 

“We will. So till tomorrow then.” Leanne said warmly smiling. She put her arm under Karen’s and they walked out.

 

I watched them walk out, what a sight and me without my camera. Not once did they look back. I know that my mouth was gaping, in fact drool did slip pass my chin. I was stunned and awed if that is possible. I was being invited to a photo shoot that I would never be able to top.

 

Over dinner they told me that the first and foremost theme was love. That I was going to do a series of shoots starting with a day in the life on the out side. The three of us would spend the day gadding about shopping, café hopping, and what ever came to mind. I was going to do a series on them in school, following them from the dorm to class to study hall and back.

 

Then they turned solemn they, the two of them, looked at me and said that I was to announce to the world that they were going to be married. I was to expose every aspect of their life. I was to do another series on them making love, a reenactment of Karen’s proposal and Leanne’s acceptance and then the wedding ceremony.

 

I told them I was dazed and overwhelmed by the immensity of the task and assured them I was more than willing and able. I told them that they were talking about shooting two or three thousand pictures maybe more to come up with maybe two or three hundred or maybe less. That quite likely the whole shoot for the day or night might get dropped. I was assured that they had considered that likelihood.

 

I posed to them that the type of intimate pictures that they wanted me to take would not happen easily, that it was best to rehearse them. I begged them to forgive my frankness then asked how many times they made love in front of the camera or more important having the camera man telling them to hold that pose. The two of them blushed and said never. I am sure that you want it to look real; that the two of you are at ease with one another, have a spontaneously active relationship and if you’ll forgive the inconsistency rehearsal is the best way. 

 

I asked them how they expected to look like they loved each other when their embraces might be tainted by my presents. They agreed to the rehearsals; I said that it is best to work up to the more intimate aspects slowly, and suggested that we finish the first two shoots, ‘A Day in their Life,’ and ‘Their School Day,’ and review them over dinner. We could talk about the next steps over dessert. It was at the first rehearsal I learned of their difference, and how it was that they discovered their love for each other.

 

The first two days worth of shoots went especially well. I used my digital Nikons; changing between the thirty-five and seventy millimeter lenses, for the more revealing close ups and some of the passing shot. In two days we shot close to two thousand pictures. As the first day stretched on they began to relax in front of the camera and stop worrying about their pose. During the breaks I had an opportunity to talk with each of them one on one and get some insight on their life. I hesitate to say what caused them to adopt a gay life style, as I think for as many stars in the sky that’s how many answers to any questions regarding motives.

 

For instance both Leanne and Karen come from closed minded right winger families; that were homophobic, and whose Dad was never home either, on a long distance truck route or always away on some sporting junket. Leanne’s Mom was both supportive and understanding, and promised to keep from ‘Dad!’  Her secrete ‘the decision’ to be an avowed lesbian, after being saved from rape at fourteen.

 

The boys thought it sporting fun to drag her into the boys’ locker room, but got carried away while pulling her pants down. Fate was on her side; the athletic director came and interrupted them, he actually had to defend himself till the group scattered. Leanne had confessed her attraction towards girls long before the episode at school. I am ashamed to admit a certain tingle of arousal as she related her temptations to as she said, “touch the privates,” of her friends that attended her slumber parties but didn’t because she knew that trouble would follow.

 

Karen on the other hand shared a similar family life but was always trying to seduce any boy that would sit still long enough. She went from one disappointment to another with each new fling. One day she was attacked at school but managed to fend off her attacker, and swore off relationships even the one-night-stand. So until she met Leanne, Karen was celibate, and completely self-reliant. Karen confessed to being a lot like her dad, “a very domineering person. She actually started to cry briefly as she said that she had trouble controlling it and at being eternally grateful that Leanne was and wanted to be submissive. She told me that she had never wanted to have sex with another woman, until she met Leanne. She was both ashamed, and intrigued by her feelings and very confused at first.

 

Leanne asked me to dinner at ‘The Boot’ again, and asked if it were possible to scan the two days of shoots while we ate, and suggested that we take an early dinner. I assured that I can show them on a DVD-player and that I would bring a portable player and monitor. I was still tying to digest all these little bits of vitally important information, just to have a vague idea of the dynamics of these two people. After all that is all they really are, just two people.

 

Dinner was early, seven PM. I got there just after six to setup. The girls were already there so we just started. The waiter popped the wine and set it out to breathe. As I set up the video show, all of us ordered ‘before’ dinner drinks. I handed out note pads and remotes to the girls, so they could stop or go back whenever they wanted, and started the slid show program. I set it to run in sequence with a ten second delay and show title mode. We made it through our drinks, the salad and bread, to the main course, then to the desert and on to the sweet port. Slowly we coursed through our dinner. We laughed at many of the shots and they grimaced at all of them jokingly. Ohing, ahing, and saying that one is nice or that one was silly and how funny that one was.

 

I was truly touched by how much they both acted like women, at times impossible to tell them apart. We did not see the full show when Leanne hit pause, and looked at me saying in a warm voice, “We are not afraid of you or embarrassed by you. Are you afraid of us, or just shy?”

 

“No, not at all. I feel privileged that you have let me into so much of your life. I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” I assured sincerely, “I’ve come to know the two of you a little and like you both!”

 

“We can’t decide on what to keep and what to delete.” Karen remarked whimsically then asked, “May we keep this disc, and if it isn’t too much trouble could you put a couple of photo arrays together? We will look at them in a few days.”

 

“I burned that CD-RW for the two of you, so you can change the order and delete the ones that you do not want, or just vote by pressing the asterisk key for however many stars you want it to have. I have the shoots on my hard drive and backed up on another disc, so don’t worry about loosing anything.” I said confidently and assured, “I can go through them and put together a couple of photo arrays for your perusal.”

 

Then Leanne sat next to me and put her hand right on my thigh looked at me smiling saying warmly, “I think it is time for our first rehearsal.” Then she giggled softly. I think she surprised herself.

 

My heart pounded in my throat as I struggled to speak; here I am trying to put them at ease when I’m the one that is a little tense. I cleared my throat then took a drink of my port and affirmed, “If you want we could do a shoot, I have all my equipment in the car.” I think it was the wine that kept me from having a heart attack. In the back of my mind I knew we were getting close to the ‘intimate’ shoot, that is why I was packed and ready; spontaneity is so important in the art world.

 

I was being put in charge of two of the best-kept secrets on campus and soon it would be I the one telling the story. It was then I knew Karen was the oldest and the alpha mate, it was also then I learned that it was Leanne that put the drive into their sex. Karen walked behind me and started massaging my shoulders while Leanne just let her hand rest on my thigh and put her other hand on mine.

 

I couldn’t help but muse for a moment here we have two people in a same sex relationship; Karen the masculine influence the decision maker, the driver, the business person, she actually ordered for Leanne after asking her what she wanted, and then we have Leanne the feminine influence submissive in every way she was keeping the human warmth alive, and when it was time for sex she knew how to make Karen think it was her idea. It was quite clearly Leanne who kept their sex thriving.

 

We sat there for a few minutes when Karen whispered, “don’t worry we won’t be too hard on you.”

 

Leanne asked Karen to settle up I sensed a little urgency in her voice. Karen rang for the waiter, and in a few minutes we were on our way. We arrived in separate cars and left in separate cars. I was about to learn what went on behind ‘their’ closed doors.

 

I remember thinking how the levity in Karen’s assurance that they weren’t going to be ‘too hard’ on me made me laugh a bit and relaxed me. I remember the drive how I thought that at any second now a rock is going to fall from the sky and crush me. My heart even started beating faster from the fear, rather than the expectation of a night never to be forgotten; I even found myself looking up into the sky. I followed them, as I had no idea where we were going.

 

The speed limit was fifty but we were going between thirty-five and forty. The slower speed helped me to relax and even start rehearsing in my mind a possible train of events. The drive was no more than twenty minutes, yet we were out of town. We pulled into the driveway of a small house. I grabbed my two briefcases and pulled my light trees and panels out of the trunk. I remember thinking how glad I was that I had planed to record the dinner, as part of the exposé but didn’t, so I was ready.

 

They offered to help carry so Karen toted the light trees and panels. Leanne got the laptop and box of tripods and I had the two cases with my four camcorders and two Nikons. I had to go back the car for the box of interfacing cables. It only took an hour to set up and network the camcorders to the laptop. When we were ready I remember starting to shake and stutter a little. Then I just stopped and closed my eyes and in a few seconds I was able to become, ‘the cameraman.’ It was the only way that this was going to come out good.

 

“Karen? Who initiated the physical relationship?” I asked frankly.

 

“Leanne was the first to touch me and kiss me.” She recounted calmly, and smiling pleasantly.

 

“How long have the two of you been in love Leanne?” I pressed.

 

“For me when I first saw Karen, my whole body turned warm. I knew then that I was glad I was sharing the room and wanted much more.” Leanne warmly explained.

 

“For me too; but my upbringing caused me some trouble so I spent a little time in denial. I think I may have even been rude a few times.” Karen joined in.

 

“You were but I knew where you were coming from, so it didn’t bother me.” Leanne interjected and pried, “And you what about you, why haven’t we seen you with a girl friend or two? Are you gay?”

 

“I guess that is a reasonable question. I am not gay or bi, and I am not closed-minded either. I have enjoyed sex with quite a few women. And as for not having a girlfriend now well my proclivity towards stealing pictures of people in embarrassing situations, or perfectly candid moments has cost me the last two relationships. I’m surprised that someone hasn’t said something to you. How long have the two of you been sharing your love?” I asked trying to look at them both.

 

The two of them looked at each other then looked at me and said in unison, “More than three years for the two of us. We will graduate this June, our meeting for the first time anniversary is in September and November eleventh or twelfth is the anniversary of the two of us having sex for the first time and affirming our love for one another.”

 

“Yes we slept in each others arms the whole night.” Karen purred with a blissfully reminiscent smile on her face.

 

Just then Leanne giggled mischievously and whispered loud enough for me to hear, “Can I tell him please?”

 

“Noowa…!” Karen said insistently her face glowing a deep red.

 

Back and forth they went a few times, sending my curiosity over the top till Karen relented, “Okay it isn’t that bad I guess, any way we kind of laugh about now anyway.”

 

So Leanne struggled with her giggling to gain some composure began between the slowing giggles, “That night after we went to the bathroom and settled in and went to sleep it was towards dawn the sky was starting to light Karen turned over onto her other side and I snuggled to her back and reached around to hold her to me, and my hand went right to her clitoris. It was a subconscious act, but when I touched it again I wanted to hold it.”

 

“I knew she was sleeping and thought that I would go right back to sleep myself. Any way I contentedly started to massage it as I waited to fall to sleep. After only a few minutes I guess, it sprang to life, and Karen started moaning in her sleep. I am very mischievous by nature so I found Karen’s sleeping arousal intriguing and so I kept going, careful not to wake her. Her legs started to kick in a twitchy way and she clawed the air with her hands, she started to sweat and call out in a garbled way then gasped. Karen’s body went limp except her clitoris it had become very hard. She let out a long sigh, and that is when it happened a torrential gusher of urine…” They both burst into uncontrollable laughter, with tears streaming from her eyes Leanne continued between roaring laughs “My god…! I thought; what… pressure… and again she gushed and it flooded…

 

Then Karen burst in laughing with, “I guess I taught you a lesson.”

 

The two of them sighing and laughing obviously their stomachs hurt from laughter. Then Leanne snickered, “I have never to this date seen or heard anyone pee that hard. It flooded past my knees,” sighing she added, “Yea Karen just kept sleeping like nothing happened.”

 

The three of us mused several minutes on that hilarious story sipping wine and giggling to our selves. Then I started in with the questions again,  “And to the both of you. Do your parents know yet?”

“My mom has always known, but Dad still hasn’t a clue. He would explode!” Leanne answered then mockingly added “No daughter of mine is queer and then look at mom growling, this must be your fault.”

 

“My patents know that Leanne is my friend, they just don’t know what kind of friend.” Karen explained and added, “They are old fashioned and not very open minded. I doubt that they would adjust to it very well to be polite. 

 

“Leanne. What did you do first?” I pried.

 

“I gave her a massage.”

 

“Was Karen sitting or standing?” I pressed farther. I knew that soon they would start reliving that time. So the more interest I showed to details the better for stirring memories.

 

“She was sitting in front of the PC. She had been typing some sort of program that was being difficult.” Leanne said in a rueful tone as she remembered how sore Karen’s neck was.

 

I remember I was just finishing…” Karen paused smiled and ran her fingers through Leanne’s hair, looked at her warmly then started again I closed my eyes and could see it as Leanne started recounting their first time making love, and learning that they loved each other.

 

“It was late, and Karen was working on a computer project, the fifth in a long series of programs for her ‘Artificial Intelligence’ class. With a sigh, she ran the initializing program right before midnight, and worried that there was still a bug somewhere because the screen prompt didn’t come back on.

 

“Oh well,” Karen sighed, “I aced the first four...” She groaned as she straightened up in her chair, stretching, trying to work out the pain that had built up in her neck over the past three hours sitting at the computer.

 

Boy, am I glad I had nagged mother into buying me a laptop computer. At least the distractions from other students are minimized. She could relax here she thought, pitying the poor suckers who had to sit in a lab all night; listening to the air-conditioning ducts rattling, other students talking, or the college PCs crashing in the middle of their projects. As she sat there, pleased with herself.

 

I drifted back as she went quiet then suggested, “Let’s get a chair in here and Kara…”

 

Leanne interrupted asking, “Why are you asking so many questions?”

 

“Do you want me to record this session?” I asked.

 

“Yes. It is our life, our show, and we have asked you to be part of it just by asking you to record it.” Leanne affirmed and suggested, “Karen’s and Leanne’s gay film.” She laughed.

 

“Or Karen and Leanne coming out!” Karen said laughing and added, “Or even Leanne’s and Karen’s film ‘deebutt.’”

 

“Boy you are slippery. I asked you a question and you just slinked by!” Leanne sneered

 

“This is your exposé. I need you to relive the day.” I assured and added, “All usable titles, I am sure that the two of will think of something. But still it would be helpful to have some background especially the time you two first learned of your love.” I pressed.

 

With that Karen sat in the chair, and Leanne stood behind her with her hands massaging her shoulders and started telling their story of discovery. They talked so gayly; that it was obvious to me they were in love with one another, and not running away from a relationship like so many people do. I remember them sounding so happy as they giggled through their story I just slipped into a dream. The little cabin turned into the dorm and I watched the story unfold.

 

Leanne; her roommate, walked in voice ringing with cheer, “Hi. Done with your project?”

 

“Finally, for tonight anyway,” replied Karen her voice crackling with soreness as she stretched, groaning, “My back is so sore!”

 

“Well… if your nice to me, I’ll give you a back rub.” Leanne seductively said casting mousy glances at her roommate, and remarked, “You know everywhere I went today people called me by your name.”

 

“Yea I know ever since we got here people would ask me where I was, thinking I am or was you or… It is starting to get confusing!” Karen agreed adding, “My back and neck are too sore to really think about it.” And suggested, “How’s this? I’ll let you sleep on the top bunk tonight and I’ll be the one to ask my Dad for some extra money for our dinners out this week.”

 

“Well... Ok, as long as I get to pick the place and you don’t snore,” laughed Leanne.

 

“I don’t snore!” grunted Karen, throwing a pencil at her, and then laughing.

 

“Hee-hee... oh sure, you don’t.” Leanne teased and walked over behind Karen’s chair adding, “Nothing like my Dad… but you do snore,” and began to give the promised back rub.

 

“Well so we’re twins, according to everyone on campus so I’ll bet you do too,” Karen hissed then smiled and added “You know we think a lot a like, almost like we know what the other is thinking. We like the same clothes, music and food; we wake up at the same time. Hell we even have our periods at the same time.”

 

“Yea, we even get hungry at the same time. We are a lot alike.” Leanne agreed adding, “We even have to go to the bathroom at the same time… sometimes.”

 

“You don’t think, they think… that we are…sleeping together do you?” Karen asked a little ring of concern in her voice.

 

“No! And would it be so bad if they did? Really does it matter what ‘they’ with their simple minds think about?” Leanne sarcastically remarked as she squeezed Karen’s sore muscles.

 

“After so many hours of typing, my back, neck, and sides were quite sore, and the back massage feels wonderful.” Karen admitted.

 

“Oh that feels wonderful,” Karen sighed dreamily and queried, “What or how or should we do about the way we are being addressed? I mean they are calling me you and you me all the time.

 

“Karen you are a ball of tight muscles,” Leanne whispered then rambled on, “I think you are letting this get to you, though I must admit that sometimes your classmates will just start rattling off a mile-a-minute in computer jargon, then they get this look on their face, like what is the matter with you. It is frustrating and…” 

 

“Hang on,” Karen groaned as she undid her bra and slipped the straps off her shoulders, and remarked, “You have started to ramble that doesn’t look good for an English literature student.” 

 

Leanne continued massaging, the unhindered shoulders, she rubbed Karen’s sore neck muscles, back, until she felt them begin to relax, and Karen started breathing easier.

 

“Ooh, that feels wonderful Leanne. You are a wonderful roommate,” Karen cooed. Glancing at the clock, she realized Leanne had been massaging her for more than thirty minutes. “It’s time for bed,” Karen sighed.

 

“Yeah, and I get the top,” Leanne sang a little sarcastically.

 

Karen stretched, “Oh I feel so much better now. Thanks.”

She hugged and cajoled, whispering into her ear, “You’re the greatest Leanne,” and kissed her on the cheek.

 

Leanne’s cheek flashed red and turned hot as Karen’s lips touched her face. She knew that Karen wasn’t ready to learn of her taste for women, even though she had caught her looking, with that more than a-roommate-look in her eyes. Leanne thought for a second, then tested, “What do you think we take turns at being each other; you know like one week ‘we’ be you, then the next week ‘we’ be me?”

 

Karen looked at Leanne as if suddenly aroused and a really lewd smile beamed from her face and sang, “My god Leanne I think you’ve nailed it. We wear the same clothes from our hair style to our shoes and sox, even the same bras and panties.” Karen rambled as she walked to Leanne and put her arms around her and hugged her.

 

Leanne just stood there with her arms around Karen running her fingers through her hair for a few minutes then whispered, “I think that is a wonderful idea.” As she continued to softly stroke she heard a quiet but distinct gasp and felt a slight wiggle in Karen’s knees and Leanne cajoled as she whispered, “We can pretend that we ‘are…’ sisters, ‘close…’ sisters.”

 

Karen’s body shuddered perceptibly as Leanne’s hot breath whisked across her neck. Leanne felt Karen’s arms tighten around her waist, she leaned back and brushed the loose hair from Karen’s face then caressed her ears placed an open-mouthed kiss on Karen’s lips, while caressing her cheek with one hand and threading her fingers in Karen’s hair with the other and their lips meshed.

 

Karen’s conspicuously futile efforts to push her away faded quickly, and as her passions mounted they turned into holding caresses. Karen’s first reactions were surprise, and shock, but they quickly gave way to delight, as she shuddered in the wake of the feelings of arousal sweeping throughout her body, from the joyful quiverings in her belly, to the ache she felt deep behind her clitoris that seemed to stretch into the depth of her womb and into her spine. She returned the kiss, by sucking the upper lip, and then let Leanne’s tongue slip into her mouth.

 

The sound of Karen’s pleading breath pleased Leanne. Karen’s passions grew as Leanne’s tongue snaked about inside her mouth. As the two of them shared a passionate kiss Karen began to swoon and Leanne tightened her arms and leaned into Karen’s weight holding her up. Sharing each other’s mouth, their warm saliva as it welled up inside their mouths and both of them savoring it then swallowing it. They stood there, reveling in each other, and their newfound pleasures.

 

Karen leaned back embracing Leanne’s shoulders, and breathing heavily she looked into Leanne’s eyes, and knew she was feeling passion beyond lust and was confident by the look in Leanne’s eyes they were shared. It felt as natural as if she were making love to a man, only mysteriously more complete more natural.

 

Quietly she confessed, “I’ve never been like this with another woman, it feels so strangely wonderful yet the passion and yearning are just like my feelings for a man only more, much more.”

 

“In a sense we are even because I’ve never been with a man only women, I have never even been interested in men. And I am finding this feeling that we are sharing very thrilling and new.” Leanne confessed warmly as she purred into Karen’s ear.

 

They both eagerly peeled each other’s t-shirts off. As their shirts fell to the floor they began embracing, kissing, and pressing their identical bodies together. Their enamored hearts began pounding, and their bodies melted. Their fingers threading through each other’s long blond hair, and their bodies swaying to passions silent music.

 

Karen knew their bodies matched, in every way except one, the one thing that Leanne did not know about. They both watched as they playfully pressed their nipples firmly together; each other’s nipples felt like stones as they rubbed them together, each teasing the other.

 

“Time for bed I think.” Karen purred. “Lets finish getting ready for bed.” and headed for the bathroom that adjoined their dorm room Leanne following close behind.

 

As Karen walked into the bathroom, Leanne rushed around her and sat on the toilet first saying, “I half to PEEE…Baaad! Aaahh…!”

 

Karen giggled, “I guess you did by the sound of that gush I’m next I half to go bad too. Here let me have your panties.”

 

“Take them off… if you want them.” Leanne laughed coyly lifting her feet off the floor and waved them at Karen.

 

Karen leaned down and peeled the light blue panties the rest of the way off looking at Leanne and surrendering to her hunger for Leanne’s naked body in her arms. She lifted them to her face, and looked inside remarking coyly, “You’ve made a big shinny wet spot here.” She held them to her nose and took a deep breath adding, “You smell like…like rose scented honey.”

 

“That’s really sweet thanks. Here your turn.” Leanne said as she stood turning away briefly as Karen sat, “Let me help you take those pink panties off.” she coaxed when she turned back and slid them off when Karen lifted her feet. While Karen peed Leanne asked, “Where did you get these? They are very expensive!”

 

“I took them from my Mom’s ‘undies’ drawer,” Karen said coyly as she peed.

 

“‘OH!’ Karen you’ve made these really wet too.” Leanne mused as she buried her face in them drinking deeply Karen’s scent, “Tea… yes, honey sweetened hot tea.” She whimsically likened, “That’s it your juices smell like sweet hot tea. Even when you’re having your periods, you still smell good.” She cajoled as she knelt down and nosed Karen’s curly blond pubic hairs hands on her thighs.

 

As Karen stood Leanne’s eyes blinked and grew wide then let out a loud gasping breath and with shock ringing in her voice exclaimed, “My god…! I have never seen such a large clitoris and meaty hood and your labia are so thick and redish!”

 

With a blush washing across her face Karen reached down for Leanne’s hand, and held it to her buttock and with her free hand cupped her cheek and with a warm smile cooed, “It gets bigger.”

 

“Bigger? God how much bigger?” she whispered still dazed by her discovery as she laid her head to Karen’s thigh and kneaded her buttocks with her hand and holding Karen’s calf with the other.

 

 Karen staggered as Leanne sucked her clitoris into her mouth, as she looked up at Karen. She plied it with her lips stretching it then let it plop free. Her knees buckled slightly as Leanne sucked the hood through her teeth and let it pop out, over and over. She cried out and grabbed the towel rack as Leanne put her mouth over the entire clitoral hood and clamped down and sucked as she chewed. Leanne slid her hand up Karen’s thigh, and placed her thumb just inside her opening and wriggled it slowly.

 

Within just a few seconds a shimmering glaze squeezed out, onto, and coated Leanne’s cheeks and chin. Karen’s belly undulated as Leanne ground her sensitive organ between her teeth, Karen’s breaths turned to trembling gasps as she cried out, and Leanne let it pop free and then sucked it back in holding it firmly. Karen leaned against the wall breathless, still gripping the towel rack. Her whole body sweated she softly ran her fingers through Leanne’s hair tenderly coaxing her to linger.

 

“Your scent has always aroused me, and I was by that confused and yet it attracted me.” Karen admitted.

 

“I am moving through some new feelings myself.” Leanne paused taking a few deep breaths and calmed her trembles, “I look at your clitoris and it is long enough and erect enough to enter me. I have never put anything or let anyone else put anything inside me. My hymen is still intact. I am eighteen and I am still virgin. I want you to take me! I know this sounds crazy but I may have been waiting for… ‘You…!’ all this time.”

 

“I will but not tonight. I want to treat you specially. Tonight I will just tease you and try to help you to cum, and we will sleep together.” Karen consoled and added, “Tomorrow I will seduce you, like you are my girl.” Then gazed at Leanne with moistening eyes.

 

“I’m going to bed in the top bunk.” Leanne sighed and bolted for the beds.

 

“Leanne? Don’t you want to sleep with me… in the bottom bunk?”

 

Leanne leaned back into the bathroom looked at Karen and with a beaming smile said, “Yes…! I do! I just wanted to hear you say the words. I will be waiting for you to finish.” And poof she was gone.

 

Karen brushed her teeth and combed out her long blond hair. She felt a warm glow growing between her legs she felt her muscles behind her clitoris tightening then relaxing, subtle stirrings through out her vaginal muscles, and the fruit of her passion slipping down her thigh. She looked in the mirror she saw an eighteen-year-old woman knowing she was twenty. Her face flushed and her nipples became erect and her clitoris became ridged, at the thought of Leanne caressing her. Karen felt giddy and high as she mused on the act of kissing, and fondling her new found sister and shivered when she thought of kissing her sister’s sweet little lips between her legs.

 

We are identical in so many ways we are supposed to be close, she thought. We have shared feelings since the beginning of school. We feel what the other is feeling. She felt craving inside her vagina and her clitoris pulsing. She touched herself there, found she was quite warm and very wet, her clitoris was ridged and thought tomorrow night is going to be a very special night as she massaged her clitoris, and went into the room.

 

Leanne lay in bed with the covers pulled over her head parted just enough for one eye to watch the bathroom door. She had two fingers of one hand in her mouth while she swirled a finger from her free hand around her clitoris. She knew her twin sister was doing the same thing. Leanne shuddered as Karen entered the room.

 

“I see you.” Karen sang as she neared the bed, and laughingly asked, “Are we playing peek-a-boo?”

 

The bedroom was lit by the soft glow of the alarm clock and the streetlight softened by the curtains. Their bunk bed stood on the other side of the room from the bathroom. Karen could hear her Leanne’s breathing as she walked closer. An ache formed as her vaginal muscles tensed and her clitoris throbbed as it stiffened.

 

“Lucky us tonight.” Karen said, a slight tremble in her voice sliding between the sheets in the lower bed. Looking next to her, she found Leanne’s smiling lips waiting.

 

With a nuzzle to her cheek Leanne whispered, “I want you… I want you tonight.” 

 

“I thought you wanted to…”

 

Leanne leaned over her and placed a soft lingering kiss on Karen’s mouth, and rolled underneath pulling Karen on top, kissing her eyes, and cheeks. As she moved toward her mouth her tongue slid into the corner and under her upper lip, and lifted it into her mouth and suckled as she nibbled, and stretched it, pulling it with her teeth.

 

Karen murmured quiet sighs between kissing her bristling nipples as she parted Leanne’s smooth legs and slid between them. Leanne’s tongue swished over Karen’s lips, as she rested her feet on Karen’s hips. Their lips met and Karen’s tongue slid deep into Leanne mouth. Karen’s body thrilled to the taste as it danced inside, and she responded by caressing Leanne’s face and hair.

Leanne pulled back just enough to look into Karen’s eyes and purred, “I do want you…” then melted to Karen’s sweet manipulations.

 

Karen began caressing Leanne’s breasts and teasing her nipples with hers. They both found this delightful each pleasuring the other’s nipples with their own by rubbing their breasts together. Karen began slowly wriggling her body giving Leanne short soft kisses as she slid along the top. Moving down kissing her neck shoulders, giving each of Leanne’s nipples lingering kisses and suckles. Leanne was beginning to writhe with her feet pushing into the bottom of the top bunk as Karen’s body danced on top of her. Karen’s tongue flitted about and her teeth pinched as she bit, sucked, and kissed her way towards Leanne’s hot wet vaginal opening. 

 

Leanne tenderly embraced Karen’s head by weaving her fingers into her hair. She began trembling, and beads of sweat formed as Karen reached her bellybutton. Leanne began breathing loudly and gently coaxing Karen’s mouth closer to her impassioned vagina. Leanne shuddered, and let out a loud rasping sigh as Karen’s hands pressed her thighs to the bed spreading her legs wide. While she nibbled and sucked Leanne’s bellybutton Karen slowly slid her hands along Leanne’s inner-thighs closer towards her vagina. Loud raspy sighs rushed past Leanne’s mouth as Karen began biting Leanne’s pliant flesh near her buttocks. Leanne cried out loudly as Karen’s mouth closed over and started sucking Leanne’s clitoris through her teeth, stretching it and letting it pop free several times, sometimes gripping it hard and sometime softly, but always firm.

 

 Leanne’s toes splayed to Karen’s licking, suckling, and nuzzling of her moist vulva. The world began to spin and Leanne’s body started undulating to Karen’s fevered licking of her vaginal lips, suckling of her clitoral hood. Leanne’s moans became desperate when Karen slid back a top of her heaving body, and placed a wet kiss on her lips stifling her cries. Karen started making circular motions over Leanne’s vaginal opening and pressing her enlarged ridged clitoris onto Leanne’s with each circle. Leanne’s stomach tensed as Karen passed over her swollen vaginal lips. 

 

Her own wetness was now mingling with Leanne’s. Leanne’s moans were yet stifled with Karen’s tongue as she slathered inside Leanne’s mouth. Karen teased Leanne with each slip over her labia. She suckled and bit Leanne’s lips as she slid a thick round pillow under Leanne’s buttocks then placed her hands to Leanne’s thighs behind her knees, and lifted her weight off Leanne and lifted her face back and gazed at Leanne’s face, and left her erect clitoris poised at Leanne’s reddened vaginal opening.

 

“Leanne… Leanne. Look at me.” Karen warmly coaxed.

 

As her eyes opened she whispered, “What is it?”

 

“Hold me. Hold me tight. I want you to look at me.” Karen coaxed with a soft tone in her voice. As they each gazed at the other with a slight downward turn of her hips Karen’s clitoris slipped in rolling Leanne’s labia inward and causing Leanne’s body to wince.

 

“Yiiee…! Owe…! That kind of burns a little. Please keep it in me.” Leanne hissed as the hurt eased. They didn’t break their gaze. Leanne looked right at Karen as her eyes filled with tears. Then she slid her hands to Leanne’s buttocks and kneaded it as she nuzzled to her ear and whispered pleadingly, “Grind it in me. Keep slipping it inside me like you were a man… please.

 

Karen kept it inside making a very small circular motion as she cupped Leanne’s head with her hands and held her cheek to cheek. The two of them sighing quietly as Karen firmly ground into Leanne’s labia.

 

“Oh…! That feels so good. It feels like it has gotten bigger?” Leanne purred.

 

“Yes…I am getting close to climaxing again.” She murmured into Leanne’s ear then kissed it.

 

“I want you to try and gently bounce your clitoris into me.” Leanne directed as she moved her hands gripping Karen’s shoulders over her back.

 

Karen lifted up on her knees and hands and started rhythmically bouncing never really parting just jostling Leanne’s body.

 

“Ooo…! That’s it Yesss… esss!” Leanne hissed. Then she arched her hips upward and let out several loud breaths, and went limp.

 

Karen quickly slid up Leanne’s body hissing, “Suck it! Suck it like the first time please!” And sat down right on Leanne’s face. As Leanne’s mouth closed on it Karen started spilling her juices on Leanne’s face, and in her mouth. Karen let out a rested sigh as her orgasm ebbed.

 

“The two of us pulled the sheet over our bodies and went to sleep contented. That is the first time that we both knew we were in love. No one on campus really knows for sure.” Leanne said confidently with a hint of pride in her voice.

 

“That isn’t all!” Karen interjected, sure tell the embarrassing stuff about me and leave the embarrassing stuff about you out!”

 

“Karen don’t you dare!” Leanne hissed as her face turned red and she pinched her nose and looked away.

 

“Now girls; Leanne it is only fair that Karen tell her little ditty, besides I am curious.” I pleasantly mediated.

 

“Any way it is more cute than funny.” Karen started, “We were laying in each others arms when Leanne started to sob, it’s a girl thing I cried a little too. I cradled her face and started to stroke her face and ear to comfort her when she started to cry and act sort of panicky saying ‘Oh Leanne I feel really strange inside like I’m wide open and it’s starting to really burn again. Look down there make sure I’m not bleeding she pleaded. I guess the frightened look in her eyes reminded me of when I was deflowered.  So I lifted the sheet and Leanne pensively spread her legs, and I looked and smiled she had bled, but only a little. I said you will be fine but just to make sure lay there while I get a hot washcloth and sponge you down. Okay?”

 

“Yea. Just having her look at me kind of made me feel better. The washcloth was so hot I almost peed when she touched me with it. She cleaned me gently and the burn went away. She kissed my clitoris and belly then showed the washcloth to me. I was relieved to see I wasn’t bleeding to death, and we went to sleep. Nobody ever really knew we were sleeping together and they don’t know now!”

 

“Yea.” Karen chimed and confirmed, “They do talk but they’re just guessing!”

 

“But the other night at the gallery you walked out arm and arm?” I questioned.

 

“Silly…! The only other person there was in the back. You were the only one to see.” Karen pointed out.

 

Leanne giggled as she asked, “Did you like the show? Our butts side by side as we sauntered.” She beamed a very impish smile at me and added, “You are the first to know for certain that we are sleeping and sharing sexual pleasures with one another.”

 

“We wanted you to watch. We knew you would enjoy it.” Karen said her face reddening.

 

“I did…I watched till you were out of sight. My only regret was that I didn’t have my camera; I might have missed the shot any way. I drooled as I gaped but only a dribble slipped. Still I want to say the show was grand.” I answered satisfying their wish. The one question that I had thought of during the story; that I had forgot and kept remembering, finely came to me again, “Please forgiv…?”

 

“‘Oh oh’ here it comes.” Leanne mocked playfully, then pressed, “Spit it out before you choke!”

 

“I am burning with curiosity. Karen how did you get your clitoris inside Leanne!?” A tone of distressed curiosity sounded and I felt my face turn hot as I blushed.

 

“Leanne! Have you ever seen a man blush like that!?” Karen remarked teasingly and asked, “You want to tell him Leanne?”

 

“It is our clitoris, but you have lived with it longer than I have, so you tell him Karen.”

 

“Well.” Karen started and paused, “Well obviously my clitoris is deformed because of its size, The reason it sticks straight out when erect is because there is a knot that bends as it grows, the hotter I get the bigger it gets to a point.

 

“We women like you boys have sacs that fill with blood during arousal causing our organs to grow. Well I have more of those sacs than most women, a lot more and they are much bigger, both in width and length. As I become aroused it grows in length quite a lot moving outward the knot gets stuck on something and starts turning upward as the outward movement continues and vole… magic it stands up and pushes outward.” Karen explained quite clearly and smiled quite proudly.

 

“I’m sorry I still don’t understand,” I stated in a puzzled tone.

 

“Oh well for the lack of a better descriptive phrase; you’ve heard people say that how some things are just the tip of the iceberg, well what can be seen is only ten percent. True for icebergs and true for me at least in theory. At rest my clitoris is and I’m guessing three to four inches and grows to eight or nine inches with four to five inches jutting past my pelvis just like a penis.”

 

“I don’t think ‘He!’ understands yet.” Leanne lasciviously purred into Karen’s ear. It is time to show him.” And she kissed her ear and cheek as she just shivered a bit and smiled.

 

“Yea I think it is time!” Karen warmly said in a whispery voice.

 

 

So with the cameras rolling I watched them seductively removing each other’s clothes. Taking turns one item at a time, and the two of them playing the kissing game. For those of you, who do not know the rules of the game they are. One kisses the other, the other kisses the same place and then chooses a different place with a kiss, for the first one to kiss, and so back and forth it goes till one stops or every little place that can be kissed gets kissed and all the clothes are off.

 

Here we are the two of them a mirror image, clad only in their white cotton panties. Both still standing meshing their breasts and bellies, wrapped in each other’s arms kissing. Their hands traveling, from their hair to their buttocks, and to they’re breasts teasing their nipples with each other’s. And the room filled with the smell of hot tea, honey sweetened hot tea… their scent together.

 

My penis was throbbing and my own belly was being soaked with seminal juices. I had stopped watching the screen and was watching them do passions dance. It wasn’t until Leanne slid both of her hands inside Karen’s panties that I noticed ‘the’ pulsing bulge in the front. There was a satiny cream weeping past the elastic leggings. Shimmering gems were forming on the inside of Karen’s thighs. It was then that the cameraman woke up and I grabbed my cameras.

 

I watched through my lens as Karen’s knees wobbled and her belly undulating as Leanne moved her hands farther down and side-to-side slowly lowering her panties, and quite clearly fondling her clitoris. I could see that Karen’s crotch was pasted to her wet genitalia. I glanced from my camera for only an instant to check the camcorders and my split screen and Yesss…! Yes we were operational, so I went back to my lens methodically and rhythmically clicking as I did my own dance all over the room.

 

Then down slid her panties to her ankles and back the two of them fell into the cushioned chair behind them. Leanne pulled Karen on top of her face up, and wrapping her arms around Karen’s chest and fondled her breasts kneading the pliant flesh around her bristled nipples. Karen as she slipped into Leanne’s arms she flipped the foot her panties were on and flung them right into my face. I could see Leanne’s cotton panties they too were wet, so wet that the cloth clung to her skin revealing the out lines of her vaginal lips and anus.

 

“You Keep’em…Trophies.” Leanne laughed coyly as she watched me put them to my nose. I’m not sure but something clicked; the scent was so overwhelming I breathed in wildly through my nose. The room started to spin and I couldn’t tell the difference between up or down, right or left. My nose tingled and my heart pounded in my throat and my penis felt ‘Oh…! So! Good,’ and so warm and my testis felt electric. As I regained some of my composure I said, “Thanks!” and noticed that I had an audience, and numbly asked, “What?”

 

“Look!” Karen sighed through her rapture and pointed at my softening penis with her foot, then directed, “Come on. Let us see, now open your legs.”

 

I looked and my jaw dropped I heard the girls giggling happily. My penis had snaked its way down my leg and was now flaccid sitting in a pool of sperm. My thigh was soaked from my crotch to my knee. I fanned my leg to the left as directed and looked at them looking at me, we all laughed.

 

“It looks like you had a spontaneous Eeejaculation.” Leanne playfully observed with a big warm smile and asked, “How do you feel?”

 

“I feel a little spent,” I said.

 

“Well breaks over back to work cameraman Karen is going to deliver soon.” Leanne warmly directed and quickly went back to playing with Karen’s genitalia that had become deep red and very wet.

 

I quickly dialed camera one into a tight close up of the shimmering cream flowing form Karen’s bright red dilated vaginal opening. Then pulled back to a tight view of her; very thick meaty labia fanned wide glistening with her creamy jewels, leading to her penis shaped erect clitoris, and forming a wrinkled bright red hood around the crowning clitoris and fanned outward like the petals of a blooming flower. Karen’s clitoris had to be bulging out clearly a full four inches and still growing. Certainly long enough to penetrate Leanne’s vaginal opening and the core was much thicker than my thumb.

 

I had never seen such an animated clitoris or a vagina dilate as open as Karen’s did. As I gawked watching Karen’s clitoris pulse and dance I saw Leanne motioning with a nod of her head, as she wrapped her fingers around it and started to milk it like it was a penis. Karen’s legs spread and rose as her toes splayed, and her breathing became laborious. Her body was covered with beads of sweat. She placed her hands near Leanne’s, leaving them free to work their magic.

 

Quite skillfully Leanne pushed her thumb into the clitoral arch exposing more Karen’s clitoris to her fondlings; then slid her three fingers along its sinewy shaft parting her labia with her ring and forefingers, while keeping her middle finger firmly pressed onto the shaft, as they slid into her opening then they gripped and stretched her labia as she slid her fingers out. In only a few minutes Karen’s vaginal muscles began spasming sucking inward then pushing out opening wide quickly three or four time then stop quite wide open I could see deep into her through the lens. I could see inside her vaginal lining and the cream forming inside then flowing out. Then again it started its dance of arousal faster and stopped sucked in. Karen let out a series of loud gasping sighs. Her vagina flared then half closed and quivered then flare open and close quivering. All the while she had one leg stretched upward the other splayed wide to the side, and her toes did dance about.

 

I was in awe as Karen quieted and lay cradled in Leanne’s arms. I have had a few of my girl friends ejaculate during orgasm, at least all of them got wetter and dilated some, but never to the degree that Karen achieved. My god she had soaked her fanny, thighs, and Leanne’s belly as well, with her silky juices. A little squirt of urine arched out then Karen quickly tightened her muscles, and sat up and smiled and went to the bathroom.

 

Leanne looked at me grinning broadly and asked, “Did you get all that?”

 

I was still dazed by what I had witnessed so I stuttered a little cleared my throat and said, “I checked my cameras before, during, and after. They were working and are working now.”

 

Karen returned from the bathroom and Leanne took her turn. After Leanne left Karen asked, “What impish plan has she cooked up for me?”

 

“None actually.” I assured and said, “She just sat there and smiled at me.”

 

“I think it is high time she have a real penis and sperm inside her. Don’t worry it will be fine. I see by your bulge that you have recovered from your spontaneous ejaculation.”

 

Karen joined Leanne as she walked back into the room, and began kissing her ears and neck from behind as they walked together swaying across the floor. I heard her tell Leanne to look at me as they entered the cameras view.

 

Karen began to slide her hands all over Leanne’s body as she nibbled her ear. Soon she was fondling both her breasts and milking her nipples with her thumbs and forefingers. Karen slid her hand down Leanne’s belly and inside her panties. A sharp shudder wracked her body as Karen teased Leanne’s labia with her fingers. Her breathing quickened I could her Leanne’s pussy getting wet as Karen stirred it with her fingers. It sounded like someone washing his or her fingers in a finger bowl.

 

I could see by her wet thighs that Karen had become aroused again as she laid Leanne onto couch and started kissing her breasts. Leanne’s juices were soaking through her panties and forming glistening pearls on the elastic leggings. Leanne lifted up and with a tug, a fling from Karen off they slipped, and right into my lap they flew. She was clearly ready for penetration Leanne’s vagina was dilated and forming a perfect O, also her genitalia had a deep red glow and very wet. Karen began nibbling Leanne’s thighs leaving thin red bite marks, and teasing her anus with her fingers. I readied my camera when Leanne started begging Karen to enter her, but she clamped her mouth over her clitoris and suckled it with rapid kisses. Leanne looked as though she was about to float to the sky.

 

Karen gracefully maneuvered Leanne over the back of the couch, and using her legs to spread Leanne’s legs wide. As Karen positioned her clitoris on Leanne’s, I moved in with my camera and from the swivel viewer I could see a clear view of both women’s genitals. I could see Karen’s fully erect clitoris and Leanne’s open and waiting vagina. Both of their genitalia had a deep red glow to them with creamy white pearls forming and sliding down their thighs or dripping to the couch. With a short push in it slipped and Leanne took in a breath loudly.

 

The movement was bearly visible as she slid back and forth and side to side. Karen pressed her ridged clitoris on Leanne’s labia and clitoris each time she entered. I could see the tip of her clitoris clearly as it entered, and each time it withdrew Leanne’s sateen wetness dripped from it. I watched satiny beads form on Karen’s Labia and drip off as she too was nearing orgasm.

 

It was Leanne who started to desperately gasp for air and claw at the couch, and call out with a voice lost in passion. Her sweet cream squeezed out and formed trails as it ran down Karen’s legs and the back of the couch. Karen’s vagina flared in response but she did not orgasm, she just slowed her movements as Leanne’s breath slowed. The two of them held their pose for a few minutes relishing their feelings. I pulled my camera back smiling smugly; I was quite pleased I got the money shot. The clear view of every little movement, and all of the subtlety shared between them on stills and video.

 

As Karen slipped to the couch she gave each of Leanne’s buttock a lingering kiss, then Leanne slid into her waiting lap. The three of us sat in silence as we each savored our own pleasures from the moment. It was Leanne who moved first as she hoisted her self to her feet and went to the bathroom. I could see Karen looking at me, and for a moment I thought she might mount me, but no it was my camera that she spoke of.

 

“I want to catch it all on film when you have sex with Leanne. Are your cameras hard to use?” Karen asked then whimsically mused, “You know she has played many a impish prank on me and I loved them all well tonight is pay back.”

 

I sat there quietly for an instant thinking then said, “Not at all just point and shoot just like your film cameras. Use the viewer to choose your shot and press the silver button, if you want to take five pictures in rapid sequence just click it twice like your PC mouse, on this camera. On the camcorder just look through the viewer and press the red button.” I explained and asked, “Are you sure this will be okay with Leanne?”

 

“Oh she might whine a little even argue some, but be quiet I will talk her into it. Any way I want her to have a man once before we get married. You like her don’t you? You won’t mind being her first will you?” She ended her question with a sarcastic tone.

 

“Yes I do, and no I won’t.” I affirmed warmly.

 

“So. Please play along.”

 

Just then Leanne entered the room wearing a housecoat and carrying one for Karen. The two of us just watched her as she walked then stop and quizzed with a single word, “What?”

 

Karen walked over to her and whispered loud enough for me to hear, “I want you to have sex with Kyle.”

 

“No! I don’t want to!” Leanne protested loudly as she bent over and gripped her privates, then bolted for the bathroom again.

 

Karen stopped her by wrapping her arms around her from behind and whispered again loud enough for me to hear, “You promised.”

 

“I never promised to have sex with him!” she growled as she struggled in Karen’s arms.

 

“You did too.” Karen affirmed now talking in a low voice and still close to her ear, “You promised to give me pleasure any way you could.” And she kissed her ear and cheek and she started shuffling and swaying in my direction.

 

“But I only want to make love to you!” Leanne whined but no longer struggling and casting furtive glances at me and added, “I do want to give you pleasure but only you.”

 

“Look at him!” Karen softly ordered, “Kyle isn’t like so many of the others.”

 

“No I don’t want to! I only want you inside me!” She whined but her protesting was only for appearances. Karen had clearly won her over.

 

“It would give me a lot of pleasure.” Karen purred in her ear.

 

“How?” Leanne laid her head back on Karen’s shoulder, the struggle was over, and with panting breath she surrendered.

 

“I want you to have a man. I want to put him inside you. I want to watch as you put his penis in your mouth and milk it the way you milk me. Look at him Leanne.” Leanne had relented they were very close now. I could see a slight tremble as she looked at me. I knew from our conversation that this was a very difficult for Leanne she had lost a couple of lovers cause she wouldn’t let them put anything inside her. And I found this situation very arousing.

 

Resignation rang in Leanne’s voice as she sighed  “Karen this is for you!” she knelt between my open legs and unbuttoned my pants and with both hands freed my penis, as it swung free Leanne’s eyes grew large, “Oh Karen it’s much bigger than you are! I can’t its too big it’ll hurt.” She snarled and started to pull away. Karen moved in behind her, held her tenderly but firmly and nuzzled her ear then in a low seductive tone urged, “Go ahead Leanne put it in your mouth and suck on it for me. I want to watch you as it slides into your mouth.” There was a believable urgency in Karen’s voice.

 

I could see her hand slide down and judging by the way Leanne’s face softened Karen was fondling her genitals and then wrapped her free hand around the base of my penis. Leanne followed Karen’s lead and wrapped both hands around my shaft one on top of the other. Her eyes started blinking as she slipped my gland into her mouth, her breath puffed around it as she gasped. She lifted her head and looked up at me then at my penis, and then looked at Karen and back at me, she looked both puzzled and panicky. Leanne lowered her head and I closed my eyes, I felt her start sucking on my globe. As she started to milk my shaft it turned ridged. I could hear Leanne making little swallowing sounds when my juice started weeping into her mouth as she sucked, and as she went deeper I heard sighs of relief as if a terrible itch had been scratched, and now Leanne was eagerly pleasuring my penis.

 

Karen stood up and grabbed the camera, and quietly urged her to take it in deeper. I put one hand on her shoulder and cupped Leanne’s face with the other trying to coax her. She was now taking it in deep each time she slid it into her mouth and using both hands to stroke it. She gagged when her elbow slipped and it went in to far, but kept it in her mouth.

 

Karen encouraged her by firmly telling her to do it again only much deeper. Leanne dutifully obeyed and got almost my whole shaft in her throat before her head popped up with a very distressed look on her face letting loose with three hard gags, and went right back down on me. I watched the camera rapidly fire off several times Karen had caught it perfectly.

 

Leanne’s massaging of my shaft triggered an abundant release of pre-ejaculate. It must have squirted down her throat as her head bobbed up and she had this fearfully confused look on her face as she blinked her eyes wildly, gagged once then swallowed. A tear in one eye and the ugliest grimace, her eyes looked like what just happened with one hand hiding her mouth she groaned, “Karen he just came in my mouth!”

 

“No he didn’t he’s just close. Like you and me when we get close we get wet. Now I want you to drink some.” She purred in Leanne’s ear and kissed it tenderly. Karen moved behind her again and started splashing her fingers in Leanne’s pussy. Leanne had started milking my shaft with long squeezing pulls and sucking on just the gland. I could hear her little grunts as she swallowed my juices.

 

“Leanne honey I think you better stop now, he is… getting close.” Karen cautioned and warmly directed, “Now climb onto the chair and put your feet between the arms and cushion that’s a girl.”

 

As she climbed on top Karen took my penis and guided it onto Leanne’s very warm, and very wet vagina. Her vaginal muscles began squeezing me as her eyes rolled and her face became very soft. Leanne forgot her self for a few minutes as I slipped into her, and started kissing me passionately like we were the lovers. She was so wet and open my penis just slipped right in. Karen was rubbing our four nipples together; with each slip of our nipples Leanne’s vaginal muscles would grip and pull my penis into her then release it.

 

I heard Karen whisper; “I want you to turn around with him inside you.”

 

Leanne loudly sighed, “Ooh Karen he is so deep inside me, and I feel like I am going to explode. Uh! It almost hurts.” And turn face out she did and as she settled it slipped all the way in and Karen began kissing her clitoris, and explode she did! I have never had my penis squeezed so hard by vaginal muscles as I did that night.

 

Enough about Leanne and I for now, but I did manage two more positions before I came, and yes Karen did a good job of getting it all on film. So if you are still with me I know it isn’t because of what they are doing to me, it is in part the vicarious thrill we experience from hearing of the discovery of their passions and their will to live their life, nay sayers be damned.

 

How these two beautiful young women can come from two different states, parents, and have two years between them be some much alike in so many ways, meet and against the odds fall in love with each other and find happiness.

 

I slept on the couch that night and was awaken by their clanging around in the kitchen. I heard Leanne arguing with Karen over who will make the coffee Leanne’s argument was that Karen’s coffee was terrible I knew Leanne won out as Karen emerged from the kitchen with a little bit of a pout on.

 

“We scrap like that all the time. It never really seems to go anywhere it flares and then its over.” Karen related wistfully.

 

“I think all real married people scrap like that. I know my parents did and they are still together. I think they’ve had their thirtieth anniversary, and they are still having sex all the time.” I assured Karen. I couldn’t help but notice when Karen bent over to pick up some clothing that had been cast on the floor last night her buttocks and thighs were covered with hickys. Apparently Leanne had a lot more passion left in her. Just then she came out of the kitchen with three cups of coffee.

 

“You should consider your self lucky I won the little tiff. Karen is not a cook bless her though she does try.”

 

“She messes up the kitchen and I clean up the kitchen.” Karen added cheerfully.

 

“Yea and a good job she does.” Leanne chimed in then gave Karen a lingering kiss.

 

“The rest of the house work is done by us both, but I think that Leanne does most of it. I think we have a conventional husband and wife relationship; the kind one would find a lot in the fifties and sixties.” Karen said quite happily.

 

“We like what we have!” they both said arm in arm, looking at me smiling warmly.  

 

We went to a quiet country inn for breakfast it was a ways out of town but really good food. A good breakfast out is hard to find today. We talked about the reenactment of Karen’s proposal. I suggested that they dress up the way they did in really loose fitting sweats, even though it is a lot hotter than it was in February. We can go have that picnic at the beach, and I can take the shoot, other wise we will have to wait for next year.

 

Leanne was resolute with her wish to be married the week after graduation. Karen wanted to keep to the schedule as well, because her mother had finely agreed to give the bride away. Karen’s Dad was going to be gone for two maybe three weeks so it would be easy for her to sneak out and be gone for a week. There was some tension with her mother when she told her that she wanted to be wed to another woman. Karen was in tears for a while; I told her that if nothing else worked my mother was willing to give her away. That eased her sadness some but the relief on Karen’s face when her mother relented was unmistakable.

 

Both girls wanted to be dressed, as brides and they wanted their mothers to give them away, because as Karen put it ‘Two women are being married for their first time.’ It was at this breakfast that I asked them to tell me about the proposal. Leanne just started to sob a little and as her eyes dried slowly recounted the event as Karen sat by.

 

“The evening before Karen came into the kitchen and hinted at how much she liked picnics. I told her it was far too cold for one. I remember being really sad while I listened to her tell me what she wanted to eat; the fruits, raw veggies, breads and wine, because I thought for sure that this was a ruse so she could tell me that she wanted to break up with me. She was quiet all week and vague when she did speak, very hard to reach so I left her to herself.”

 

“I remember almost crying as I put the picnic together, and on the drive to the waters’ edge I kept thinking why the elaborate set up for a break up. I don’t know what else I was suppose to think we were so silent during the drive, but I do remember Karen never really looked angry just distant or distracted.”

 

“When we got to the beach it was deserted and no wonder it was freezing, and I was glad the wind wasn’t blowing. We through two tarps down and put our blankets on top, it took some time, but the cold of the ground still found its way through.”

 

“When we were finely set up and Karen offered me a slice of apple I sensed that the bomb was about to drop. As I let her put it into my mouth she asked me to be her wife. I heard the words but still I heard ‘it’s time to split…’ I just started sobbing wildly.”

 

Karen interjected, “I almost started crying because I thought I heard her say no. I was still being confused by my upbringing. I knew I wanted to spend my life with Leanne as my wife.”

 

“It was like I had been drugged I was so dizzy.” Leanne continued, “It took a few seconds for the words to sink in, and when they did I really started crying. I remember wrapping my arms around her and squeezing her so hard and gasping ‘Yes…! Yes…!’ over and over. When I gained some of my senses I said that I ‘want!’ to marry you. The bite of the cold was softened for a while, so we quietly lay together wrapped in a blanket. We were unable to finish the food we brought because of the cold but for a few minutes it was a warm sunny day. You should have heard her when she talked to her Mom. It sounded like some one did drop a bomb.”

 

“Yea my Mom was ‘pisssed…!’ and shocked, I still hear her shouting ‘How…! Am! I going to tell Dad!”? Karen chimed in, “It took some talking but she agreed to letting it be ‘our’ secrete, and even more talking to get her to agree to give me away at the wedding. That conversation ended on a sour note as you both know, but she did finely cave in and called us last week. It was funny I was there listening for a while at first and Leanne was talking to my Mom like they were having a good talk.”

 

“We were having a good conversation!” Leanne interrupted, “We were exchanging pleasantries for the first time as ‘the betrothed.’” 

 

As graduation neared it became clear that the wedding was going to be much more than a quiet little ceremony, even though the immediate family weren’t told it was still going to be an event. All twelve of the girls in the discussion group had R.S.V.P.ed to be there as flower girls, Leanne’s Journalism teacher sent a letter saying that she couldn’t make it because of family trouble but pledged the flowers, saying there are two brides so there should be twice as many flowers.

 

All three of our e-mails were being flooded with requests to be present at the ceremony and reception after the announcement made the school paper. The girls told me to e-mail invitations to everyone that contacted me, they would handle the others. Both of their mothers agreed to pay for and handle the wedding and catering arrangements. The beach where Karen proposed was selected as the first choice, but a church hall was reserved in case of rain.

 

My stomach was full of butterflies like I was the one getting married, not the photographer. I had trouble concentrating on the graduation shoot, and after the party I noticed the girls were really going at it, both of their faces were glaring red. I walked over to see if I might be able to settle the dispute. They far enough in the background that no one noticed them huff at each other and stomp out in different directions, so I hid close by their car.

 

Sure enough my patience was rewarded they both arrived at the car at the same time, and when Karen said ‘I don’t want to fight about this,’ I snapped the pictures. There was enough ambient light that I didn’t need to use the flash, but my noise interrupted their talk. I asked, “what was the trouble?”

 

“It’s funny that you should be here,” Leanne started, “We are arguing about you. Karen wants to document our wedding night, and I say we reenacted the proposal we can reenact the wedding night!”

 

“Karen. Leanne is right!” I interrupted, “I think the two of you should have a private night to consummate your vows. I think the three of us are having the flutters, and I’m not even getting married.”

 

“So you ‘will…!’ be there the next night?” Karen asked almost ordering me.

 

“I wouldn’t miss it!” I said lending a little levity.

 

“We want to start our honeymoon after the reenactment.” Leanne explained.

 

“We’ll be graduated and we want to take six months maybe more and go on a nice long honeymoon.” Karen chipped in.

 

Two days before the wedding their mothers showed up and we all had dinner at ‘The Boot.’ We got there around six and it was well after eleven before the party broke up, Karen went with her Mom and Leanne with hers’. I think we went through six bottles of wine and a bottle of port. I took close to a hundred pictures that night. Twenty of them found their way to the web site, but all of them are in their photo albums.

 

I remember waking up the morning of the ceremony and having a good cry, and wondered how the girls were doing this was their first separation since they became friends and lovers. I drove pass the beach cause the sun was out, and the park area was already set up, so I stopped for some before pictures. I remember some drama about the permit and not having enough notice, but with a little talking we got that cleared up.

 

I grabbed some breakfast and started to set up my cameras, link them to two decks. I hired Jerry from my media class to run the remotes, and scan every one there, getting close-ups of them all at least twice. I was so anxious to see their glowing faces, their gowns, and hear the crowd when the brides arrive while I was mingling taking stills.

 

The three piece band a Flute, piano, a real piano, and guitar were playing the caterers were setting up for the reception, food, drink, the places to serve it and the tables to eat and drink on. The crowd was noisy because there were thirty-seven people not counting the staff. I was snapping this picture of a girl from campus her eyes were moist, when a hush went across the grounds. The band started to play the traditional ‘Here Comes the Bride’ and I saw the limos coming in from two different directions and park face to face.

 

It was straight out of the fairy tale books. They both had full length white gowns on with trailing veils. They each had six girls two carrying the veil, two carrying the dress bottom, and two girls throwing flowers. As mushy as this sounds the sun was pale to their glow. I called Jerry to make sure he had the cameras trained, while I climbed on a table to catch a clear shot of the bridal procession.

 

The ceremony itself was simple the vows were simple both of their mothers were crying as were a few people in the audience, and everyone there was solemn. We formed a line to the reception everyone kissing the brides and wishing the best of everything. The crowd was a happy crowd it thinned some after the ceremony, but there were still a lot of people present eating and drinking. There wasn’t any alcohol because it was I public beach, and we had a rule that no cigarettes were to be smoked; you had to cross the street to smoke.

 

Yes somewhere the two girls, I guess now we can call them women, slipped away in one of the limos. They even escaped my notice, but no worries I knew where they went because; I was to show up at noon sharp. I arrived at the inn where we had breakfast once, and found a late brunch in progress.

 

I started snacking and snapping right off. My two women still had their wedding day glow on and they had put their gowns back on. Their mothers joined us soon after and we all talked and laughed. They had to leave early because they shared the same flight. The two new mothers in law were taking a short vacation to get to know each other. So we said our good-bys the girls and their mothers were all crying they even got my eyes wet, and then they were gone.

 

We sat at the table silently, sipping our orange juice and champagne. Leanne broke the silence, “Well Karen are you ready?”

 

“Yes I am. And you Kyle?” Karen asked as she smiled.

 

“I have my video cameras outside.” I assured.

 

“We think stills will be enough.” Leanne warmly said.

 

We went up to the room and they put their headdresses and veils back on, and I started taking pictures as they took turns removing their clothes, and with their veils in hand they turned to me and said goodnight and walked into the bedroom. I finely got the picture I wanted the one picture I wanted. It was funny to watch them walking away, their wonderful bottoms swaying and the hickys on Karen’s thighs through the door and closing it.

 

I was about to go when Leanne came out and whispered in my ear, “It is Karen’s turn.” I will spare you the details, the three of use made love into the evening. Both girls pleasured me orally, and each manipulated my penis to orgasm inside the other. I am not sure when I succumbed to exhaustion, but I awoke to an empty room, just the maid knocking at the door to see if we wanted the room freshened up. I said, “no,” as I looked around and I saw a happy face clown on the table by the window, it had two envelopes in its hand.

 

The first one read; we are off. We will e-mail pictures as we take them. Thank you very much love and kisses and signed Karen and Leanne. To my surprise the second one was a notarized letter from their lawyer declaring Leanne’s cabin and title belonged to me I just had to pick it up. And Oh a PS, If this is not acceptable or not enough payment for you’re work just have the bill for the balance ready and our attorney will settle with you no questions asked.

 

I felt alone, and in a sense, satisfaction in helping them achieve some personal goal. I knew and their mothers knew that they were really happy. I guess that a sense of emptiness comes, with most accomplishments. I guess I always knew that there was and is something special about those two. On the wall next to the anonymous couple I put the picture of Karen hugging Leanne from behind in their kitchen, her eyes were closed and she was breathing in the scent of her hair. The light was perfect and just enough of the sun was in the room to tint the room with a rosy glow, and still be darkly. I did steal that picture they didn’t know until I told them, and asked if I could keep it from being posted. They said sure send our moms a copy and one to us.

 

Like they promised the pictures started to come in, and like I promised each week I updated the web site. ‘twohappywomen.com’ and forwarded the positive e-mails. I remember looking at their faces so much color, their vacation honeymoon was agreeing with them. Each week there were two sets of pictures a ‘G’ set and an ‘R.’ I thought as I looked at the third weeks pictures they were getting better at taking pictures of the human body, their nudes were starting to come out titillating. I thought I might suggest that they start back going to the gym but no they are on vacation I said. Still Karen had obviously put a little more weight on than Leanne good food and good times will do that to a person male or female.

 

I received a actual letter from Leanne; there was four pictures actual pictures in it two sets of nudes a front both sides and of course a rear they knew that was my pet pose, so they both turned towards them selves, smiling at me. It wasn’t until I read the letter that the font pose them pushing their bellies out so made sense, it read. “Well the honeymoon is going very well, we’ve visited several parks, and have had some very special meals. We like what you’ve done to the site so keep up the good work. We are assuming that the house was sufficient for payment, but keep score and when a payment is due or needed do not hesitate to send a bill. Signed Leanne and Karen. The post script read And oh yes the pregnancies are going just fine. PPS Karen says hi ‘Super Sperm’ and told me to tell you that she is carrying twins.”

 

I sat at the table stunned I am not sure how long. I looked at the first pictures again and a side profile, and there it was plane as day if you will, Karen was showing already. They both looked pregnant in the face, so I scanned back to the second week and yes there they were. I spent so much time looking at their pictures that I could see it right off, now that I knew. Their faces had already gotten a little puffy and their lips had filled out by the second week. I thought it was just the fun and food.

 

I started a right profile of the girls; I mean that affectionately, from the wedding night on and updated it each week readying them for posting. I e-mailed them about the announcement and they wanted to wait until month seven or eight. By the sixth week their bottoms filled out, and the eighth week they both were showing, of course Karen was a bit bigger. I was getting e-mail jpgs and you know the eight pictures on film, my private pets. It was in that mailing that Leanne had enclosed a short note, ‘Karen’s gift has grown,’ that was all it said, I knew what she was saying even if none of the pictures would show a hint I knew. 

 

Their faces were now quite plump and amazingly arousing. They were not flabby at all they were still pert firm, their breasts filled out and yes they sagged a little. Their nipples grew, they both had big nipples to start with and now just to look at them in pictures is arousing.

 

The shock came in the sixth month letter and e-mails along with the pictures were the obituary of Karen’s Dad, ‘passed away suddenly’ it read. I guess that is one way of winning or getting the last word. I was glad to here that her father at least softened his stand and accepted his daughter’s wife, and then he was gone.

 

Leanne and Karen both wrote asking me to come out for a little visit and think about shooting their birthing. I remember how they looked in those pictures; their faces were so full and full of color, their bellies had gotten so big, and their bottoms still the wide smilers, but bigger. Their doctor said it would be fine because it was going to be an at home birth with the EMS. Crews standing by incase.

 

Their honeymoon was over and they were staying at Karen’s mother’s house. Leanne said her mom was there too because she had just been divorced and wanted to help. I flew out the next day and was met at the airport by a limo. It was a long drive and we stopped for dinner. The dinner and tip, were handled by the driver.

 

I was met at the door by Karen, I was so surprised in just a little while she had gotten bigger I stuttered just a little when I asked, “How are you doing?”

 

“I’m big I feel big and the only time I feel comfortable is when I am walking around or laying on my side with a pillow between my legs.” She sounded tired of being pregnant, “How are you doing?”

 

“I’m fine. I have sold a lot of pictures, and I have gotten a lot of requests for doing portraits.” I said cheerfully and asked, “Where is Leanne, and how is she doing?”

 

“She is really fine, she isn’t as pregnant as I am.” She said quietly smiling adding sarcastically, “As you well know Mr. Super Sperm. And Leanne… is, well… I sort of sicced her on my mom.”

 

“What!”? I nearly dropped to the floor with surprise.

 

“Yea. I swear that woman can seduce a dead man and make him cum. I doubt my dad ever really did mom any favors that way so I set Leanne on her. I’ve been listening for the last two hours, their quiet now. And you? Do you need a lot of coitus?”

 

“No I am aroused already, I was as soon as we saw the house. And you sure it is alright?” I whispered as I stepped closer.

“The doctor says it is safe still, I just don’t want to lay down and I’ve been ready since the limo called. How is right here?”

Karen murmured as she stepped to the couch back and leaned on it for support and put her foot on the armrest.

 

I felt warmth in her voice and watched her as she lifted her dress, her movements were smooth and unrushed so seductive and the way she held her self so open, I found her compelling. I moved in and reached around to fondle her as I entered, so wet was she I slipped right in. I was so astonished as I wrapped my fingers around her clitoris at how much it had grown, and remembered Leanne’s letter, ‘Karen’s gift has grown.’ We stood there for the better part of an hour.

 

I stayed there for the weekend we went out for all the meals, the five of us talked for hours on end over wine or drinks laughing. The girls drank tea of course and ate several times a day. Neither of the girls made love with me again and I was fine with that. I think hearing her mother moaning and knowing what Leanne can do made her hot, I had very little to do with that first night.

 

I returned, as luck would have it, the day before the birthing. I brought all my cameras and set up two rooms for shooting video and still. It was amazing they went into labor only a few hours apart, Leanne first then Karen. Karen was the first to deliver, both twins came out with only a half hour between them, one boy and one girl, an hour later Leanne’s baby girl. Karen’s boy was seven pounds seven ounces, the girl was six pounds nine ounces, and Leanne’s girl was seven pounds even. Their names are Karen’s boy is named Kyle her baby girl is named Shari, and Leanne’s girl is called Sharon.

 

I hear from them every month in e-mails and jpgs for the site and me. The girls have started to look really good again and the family is doing quite well. Me? I’m okay I never really wanted a family and still don’t though I can visit any time. The three of us agreed I guess I felt ripped off but only for a second or two. I am a successful photojournalist that is monitoring a web site twohappywomen.com .

 

I watched this story straight from the beginning before they even knew me. It was in part my decision not to acknowledge their beauty nor look at them that endeared me to them both. I guess you could say I was border lining on being rude. I didn’t get the door for them or let them go first or offer to carry anything for them, and I didn’t try to engage them in idle conversation. You could say I ignored them, or treated them like regular people.

 

Anyway we know who we are, what we want, and where we are going. They know that they can come and visit me any time; and I know that I can run into them any time I want to. Grand mothers well they love watching their new grandchildren, and don’t mind their daughters gallivanting around the country as they put it. Don’t worry they know that they are mothers too and they do spend a lot of time with their children. And me; the whole world is my playground now. I really like stealing pictures of people being people.  

 

The start well you know.

 

 

Hope you are still with me because I had a lot of fun writing this story.

Please send any constructive comments and feed back to  writermike2003@yahoo.com .

 

 

 

As uncles breathing came back down and he began to kiss the top of my head and talk to me again, he still felt very hard. Uncle gently slipped out of me, I pulled him, trying to stop him but he was too strong. My ass felt like it was on fire as uncle gently slipped the pillows from under me, leaving the towel, before lying beside me and holding me to him. Uncle kissed and touched me very tenderly and warned me just to relax and not to fart, that there was a lot of cum in me. That made me giggle, I couldn’t help myself. I could feel that uncle was still very hard and asked him about it. He explained that I was so tight that even though he had a full orgasm his erection was very slow to dissipate. Uncle was insistent I just relax with him even when I said that I thought I was leaking. He just adjusted my skirt and the towel to catch any and lay back beside me. I’m not sure which one of us fell asleep first but it was into the afternoon before we awoke again.

To be continued ......

          This story was inspired by a special someone whom I would like to really get to know better. 

The making of a critical heir

Chapter 3 of 3                                     8/31/05

     Dinner went well as all three of them found more common ground to know each other better.  Paula sat between her men and just let them talk as she smiled brightly.  The men began discussing the logistics of having and raising the baby when suddenly, Paula began to realize that this was going to be a permanent deal.  More than just being mom and wife, she was going to continue servicing Rob as his wife also.  Almost blushing at these thoughts she could not help but touch her men under the table while they talked.  Dinner began to wind down and the waitress came to the table and asks, "Would anyone care for desert?"  Everyone shook their heads no as Mark replied happily, "No, I don't think so.  We are just celebrating my wife’s pregnancy."  "Congratulations."  Was her kind reply as both men looked at the waitress, smiling and said, "Thank you."  The waitress seemed a little confused but still left them the check.

     On the way home Paula sat in the back seat with Rob as Mark joked about being the chauffeur.  When they arrived at Rob's house, all three of them went inside to make sure that Rob got inside safely.  Once Rob was comfortably home Paula turned to him and kissed him deeply, telling him goodbye.  Mark could only stare as this was the first time he had ever seen his wife kiss Rob with such passion.  This image was burned into his mind forever of his beautiful wife and her black lover.

     They were no sooner in the car and on their way home when Paula began to fondle Mark while touching herself.  In their driveway Paula had to compose herself before she could even go inside.  Once the babysitter was sent home Mark locked the house and found his wife already naked waiting for him in their room.   As he approaches the bed it is clear that Paula is just finishing the first of many orgasms.  Mark touches her face softly and her eyes open to see him and she says hoarsely, "Would you like to fuck me now?  I really love you."  Mark does not reply but smiles and begins a night of complete lust and passion with his beautiful wife.

     Morning comes early as Mark readies for work and Paula prepares the children for school.  Still in her robe, Mark hugs her lovingly from the rear while whispering in her ear, "Your going to have our baby and I love you."  Paula gladly accepts the attention and turns to face him.  After kissing him she whispers back, "I am going to go over to Robs today and fuck him silly."  Mark can only smile as he squeezes her bottom before leaving.

     Paula had not told her men but was going to the doctor today to verify that her pregnancy was ok.  Dressing rather conservative for the doctor she chose a knee length dress and went to her appointment.  Once inside with her doctor, Paula decided that she needed to tell her doctor about the baby’s father.  The doctor was a middle aged woman and this helped Paula tell her about her baby.  When she was finished, the doctor smiled and said, "We don't have too many surprises in the delivery room but I'm glad you did tell me."  The doctor examined Paula and pronounced her to be pregnant and in good health before telling her, "You seem to be quite a bit looser down here than you used to be.  Is the father well endowed?"  "Oh, yes." She replied giggling.  "When he is inside me it feels as though he is all the way inside my womb."  They both laugh as the doctor replies, "It will just make having the baby that much easier.  You are such a lucky lady to be in this situation.  On your next visit I want to meet your special men."

     When she arrives at Rob's house, he greats her at the door and tells her to quit ringing the doorbell when she comes over, as they know each other pretty well.  They talk while Paula straightens and cleans the house.  After she is finished she goes to Rob's room and begins cleaning.  Still talking to her, Rob approaches her from the rear and begins to lightly stroke her ass while lifting her dress.  Paula leans forward and puts her hands on the bed as Rob finds her panties and pushes them aside.  Paula gasps lightly saying, "I'm sorry for those.  I went to the doctor today."  While exploring her slowly Rob ask, "Did he say you were pregnant?"  "Oh!  Yes, yes she did."  Rob smiles while pulling her dress up completely and pushes his fingers into her.  Paula lets herself fall onto the bed and opens herself up to him for his pleasure.  Lost in an orgasm Paula does not notice when Rob begins fingering her ass at the same time.  Her senses begin to come back and she looks to Rob saying lustfully, "Would you like me to pleasure you?"  Rob replies softly and quickly, "You just did." 

     Rob’s pants drop to the floor as Paula puts her feet back on the floor and raises her ass for his easy access.  With her face buried in the bed she moans loudly while he enters her and begins to push deeper and deeper.  After several orgasms, Paula turns her head and with a deep voice says, “I told the doctor today about you and now she would like to meet you.  She says that you being well endowed can only help to loosen me up to have your baby.”  Pulling out completely, Rob looks as her pussy gapes open and inserts 4-fingers while saying, “You know me.  I am always ready to help.”  His cock finds her gaping hole and he pushes in roughly, grabbing a hand full of her hair.  With her head pulled back, he cums deeply in her and pulls out only after letting her fall back onto the bed. 

     After thanking Rob by sucking him clean, Paula heads home to be wife and mom.  Mark is greeted at the door with a big kiss and hears the story of today’s doctor visit.  He listens intently and afterwards calls Rob to invite him over to watch preseason football on Sunday.  With her kids calling Rob, Grandpa and Mark bringing Rob into their home life, her relationship with these two men becomes very easy.

     Time slips away for Paula as months pass quickly and she begins to show her pregnancy.  The doctors waiting room is full when the three of them are finally called into the exam room.  It is not long at all before the nurse comes in and starts all of her tests.  The men watch and the nurse tells them calmly, “I see in your file that you are having an interracial baby with your boy friend.  That sounds like a very special baby.”  The nurse looks to the men and in a startled manner says, “I did not expect you to be this old.”  This comment is met with silence and the nurse finishes quietly.

     The doctor enters the room with a pleasant smile and stops to shake Rob’s hand saying, “You must be the very well endowed father of this baby.”  Rob was blushing at this point so the doctor continued, “I speak for all woman when I say that I wish all men could go as deep as you.”  Paula sat quietly while the doctor explained what to expect and then asked about sexual activity.  Speaking very frankly she smiled while telling them, “By all means take care of your men but I don’t want to see that monster cock tearing your ass open until after the baby is born.  If anything hurts at all, stop immediately.  Since he is so well endowed you may end up not being able to have vaginal sex when you are further along.  I am sure that he will not mind using your mouth to satisfy himself though.”  This caused the doctor to smile at Rob and he replied, “She is more than enough woman to keep me happy but right now having my baby is the most important thing.”  Rob then reaches out to Paula and takes her hand, causing the doctor to say, “I need to start dating black men.”

     That week Mark takes her shopping for maternity clothes while Rob hires a contractor to make room for the baby at both houses. 

     The contractors are leaving for the day as Rob inspects their work.  Several of the men stay to answer questions and all of them are standing in the room together when one of the guys asks, “Just out of curiosity, why are you building their baby a new room?”  Paula smiles as Rob places his hand on her belly and replies, “That’s my baby in there.”  Mark holds her hand and shakes his head yes as the guys decide that it’s the right time to leave now.

     During the holidays everyone is invited to Mark and Paula’s for a Christmas party.  This is the first time that Marks boss had met Paula and he seemed very interested in how she seemed to hand on both Mark and Rob.  This was also the time that they had decided that all of their close friends should know about the baby’s father.  Most of their friends were ok with it but some left in disgust.  Mark walked up to Paula and kissed her saying, “This is a strange way of finding out who your real friends are.”  They both then saw Rob talking to Mark’s boss.  This was a person that they had decided did not need to know.

     Upon seeing Mark and Paula staring at them Rob signaled them to come over.  Marks boss immediately took her hand and said, “I didn’t know that this was Rob’s baby.”  Mark felt shocked by this as Paula looked at her small white hand in the hand of this huge black man.  He then continued, “After the baby is born I could really use some help around my house also.”  Rob and Mark’s boss lead Paula to the couch where they sit and talk while Mark mingles with the other guest.  Mark can’t help but think that he knew this would happen.  Mark’s boss, Jack is a big, big black man that flirts with all the women and seems to always have a new tale of conquest.  Looking at Paula sitting between these two black men seems to excite everyone in the room.

     After helping Rob to the spare room Mark cleaned while Paula sat at the bar and watched him.  Mark places his hand on her belly and asked, “What did Jack have to say about everything?”  Placing her hand on his, Paula replied, “He wants in my pants really bad.  I think he wants to offer you a promotion to have me anytime he wants me.”  Calmly Mark asked, “What did you tell him?”  “I told him that I would have to talk to you and that I would need to know him better first.” She replied looking into his eyes.  Then she smiled while continuing, “He ask me out to lunch on a date so that I can get to know him better.  Call me crazy but I think he expects a blow job with lunch.”

     They embraced passionately before heading upstairs to bed.  Once in bed Paula found Mark to be hard and kissed her way down to his cock.  Very slowly she made love to his cock with her mouth, while he enjoyed himself.  He spoke softly to her while she worked saying, “I know you like black men and especially a long thick black cock.  I love you very much and if you think you need and want more, then you feel free to have as many men as you want.”  Looking into Marks eyes Paula says lustfully, “I just need sex from these men but I want all my loving to come from you.”  Turning back to his cock she lays her head onto his stomach and slowly milks him onto her face.  After licking him clean she slides up to his chest and falls asleep with his cum drying on her face.

     The next week Mark sees a noticeable difference in the way his boss treats him.  Then one morning Jack steps into his office and says, “I’m taking your wife out for lunch today is there anything you want me to bring you?”  Mark chuckles and says, “The only thing I want you to bring back is Paula.”  Mark sees Jack leave about 10:30 and calls Paula to see what’s up.  Paula says, “I’m not sure where he wants to go for lunch but he really sounds as though he expects a blow job today.  I think he feels that that is part of getting to know him better.”  When Mark hangs up the phone he feels numb.  His cock is hard, his mind is racing and he wishes he were with them.

     It’s 1:00 pm when Jack returns from lunch and walks straight to Marks office with a large grin on his face.  Mark looks to him and asks sarcastically, “How did it go?”  Jack could hardly wait and spoke excitedly, “Your wife gave me the best blow job of my life.  She has the best mouth I have ever had, bar none.”  Looking at him casually mark responded, “Did you have a good lunch?”  Jack burst into laughter and leaves his office.

     The phone rings and Paula’s voice helps to soften Mark.  Calling to let him know she is home safely, she tells him, “In case he doesn’t tell you, I did suck him off.  He acted like he had not had sex in a long time and when he came he just covered me.  I was a mess afterwards.  He became so excited when I wanted to see him cum that he just jacked himself off onto my face.”  Mark listened to the story while rubbing himself through his pants.

     On Super Bowl Sunday Mark and Paula were invited to meet Rob’s friends and watch the game.  It was quite the change for Mark as he and Paula were the only white people in the room.  Everyone was nice and of all 30 people in his house there were only about 4 women.  The whole room was into the game as everyone cheered.  People started to eat at halftime and in the shuffle Paula seemed to disappear several times.  Just before the game was to resume Rob stood up and said proudly, “I have an announcement to make.”  He held his hand out to Paula and she came to his side.  With his arm around her lovingly he placed his other hand on her belly softly and continued, “I want you all to know that we are going to have a baby.  This is my baby and I am the father.”  Immediately everyone began to congratulate him and the two of them were surrounded. 

     Watching the men in the room after the announcement, talk to Paula made Mark want to excuse himself to the bathroom.  When the men would talk to her they would get close enough to rub against her or reach out and touch her belly with their hands. 

     Now in her 7^th month Paula was getting pretty big as she sat on the exam table with her 2-men watching.  The doctor was bubbly as she entered the room and said, “How’s the luckiest woman in the world today?”  Paula laughs and answers, “I feel just fine.”  “How’s your diet?” The doctor asks.  Before she can answer the doctor continues, “You’re looking pretty big, that probably means that you are eating a little more sperm than normal.”  They all laugh and Paula replies cheerfully, “They can still take me doggy style but if they get too excited they just have to use my face.”  Everyone is smiling but quiet as the doctor then says, “It won’t hurt the baby and most men just love to cum in your mouth.”  The doctor checks her over carefully and then asks casually, “You wouldn’t happen to know where I can meet a nice black man would you?”  This takes the trio by surprise and they begin to discuss how the doctor can meet a nice man.  At the end of the visit they are all pleased to know that the baby is a girl and that the doctor was actively looking to date black men.

With the knowledge that they will be having a little girl, all 3 of them go shopping for decorations and baby stuff.

In Lamas class, everyone else was stunned by this trio and only one young couple had the courage to talk with them.

     Paula’s best friend was having issues with Rob being the father but still decided to throw the baby shower for her.  In somewhat of a surprising twist the shower turned out to be 8 women who wanted to know what it was like to have sex with a black man.  Her friends were all asking questions excitedly but became quiet when she told them how big his cock was.  They all did agree on one thing and that was that they would all get together one night and go out to a place that had a lot of black men, just to mingle of course.

     The knock at the door surprised everyone when they saw the doctor standing there smiling.  Dressed conservative, she was still very pretty and they opened the door to invite her inside.  “I was in the neighborhood and just wanted to stop and check on the special baby.  It’s getting close to your due date and I want to be there to deliver your baby.”  The doctor is checking Paula out when she suddenly says, “I wanted to let you know that I had my first black man also.”  Paula congratulates her as she continues, “It’s nothing serious but I gave the man trimming my bushes quite a payment.”  They all laugh and talk as a special friendship blossoms.

     As the big day drew near Mark stayed close to home and Rob moved into the spare room.  Jack called all the time and would show up just anytime to try and get a blow job. 

     Before bedtime Paula felt a contraction and asked Mark to sleep with her in Rob’s bed so that they would all be together when it happened.  With Paula in the middle and her men on each side Paula laid there awake timing her contractions.  As she was drifting in and out of sleep, Paula held a cock in each hand lovingly. 

     The big day was at hand and Paula held both men’s hand as they talked her through her contractions.  They were the very proud parents of a beautiful baby girl!  They named it Roberta and took lots of pictures.  The relatives were the first to visit and one by one all ask the questions about who the baby looks most like.  Then just like before the baby was born the relatives were gone and it was just them and the kids.

     Once at home the kids were great about trying to be a big brother and sister.  Jack gave Mark a month off to help with the baby but told him that he would come by and check on Paula every few days. 

     It was after about 2-weeks that the baby began to turn darker in color.  This did not change how they treated the baby but just gave a little more contrast while she was breast feeding.  

     Rob invited his friends over the first day the baby was to be at his house and arrived just as Paula began to breast feed while sitting on the couch.  With her blouse open and no bra, this beautiful white woman sat on the couch smiling as everyone came close to see the baby and anything else they could.  When the baby had finished, everybody got a real good look at Paula’s boob causing Rob to say, “If I were a baby I would suck on that all the time.”  The guys chuckle and somebody says, “I’m not a baby but I would love to suck on that.”  This time the guys just all agree as Roberta lies fast asleep in her arms. 

     Before long Mark was back at work and it was obvious that everything had changed while he was gone.  Jack treated him like an old war buddy and everybody else thought Mark was some kind of suck up.  Then Jack burst in suddenly saying, “I’m having Paula for lunch today could you baby sit for a while?”  Mark sees Paula outside his office and walks out to see her.  Then Jack shouts, “Hey everyone this is Marks new baby girl.  Come take a look.”  Everybody gathers around and says all the nice things but they all think its Jack’s baby.  It only makes sense. 

     Paula kisses Mark and gently hands him the baby.  With most of the office looking at the baby Jack leads Paula into his office and shuts the door.  The people who have seen this all look at each other while Mark stands and loves on his new baby girl.  A hour goes by before Paula steps from Jacks office and walks to Marks.  Smiling at her family, she kneels by them and says quietly, “I’m sorry about that.  I had no idea of what he had in mind.”  Mark smiled back and asked, “What did he have in mind?”  “He wants to fuck me real bad but I’m just not ready.” Paula whispered.

     Paula looked to Mark and whispered, “I told him that you need a promotion and a raise if I am going to sleep with him.”  “What did he say?”  Mark asked.  “He grunted and came in my mouth.”  She said smiling.  Jack knocked at his door and stuck his head inside saying, “You’re the new Vice President of marketing and your salary just doubled.  I’ll stop by the house tonight to finalize all the details.”  Grinning he pulls his head back and closes the door before Mark can respond.

     Mark sits next to his wife and watches with pride and awe as Roberta suckles lunch from Paula. 

     The next morning Mark wakes alone and lays quietly listening to his wife moaning in the spare bedroom.  Masturbating, he thinks of what is happening in the next room and cums all over himself.  After his shower, he finds Paula in the kitchen making breakfast and looking as though she had just had sex with a football team.  She sees him standing there looking and says, “Good morning.  I hope we didn’t keep you awake all night but I must say that whatever stories Jack tells you must be true.”  Mark hugs her from the back and kisses her neck before noticing several hickies and cum in her hair.

     “It looks as though you had quite a night.”  Mark whispers.  Smiling she says, “I have never been so satisfied.  If I would not have gotten up for you, he would still be in me right now.”  Mark eats his breakfast and watches his wife as Jack enters the kitchen and feels her up roughly before sitting down at the table.  “Your wife is quite the fuck.  I fucked her in every hole at least once and she still wants more.  She would be the ultimate whore.” Jack said in a happy tone.

     Minutes later Jack was gone and Paula came to Mark and says, “Jack wants to make me pregnant.  He doesn’t want to use condoms and I really enjoy being full of cum.  Would it be ok if we have a large family?”  Mark is stunned and does not respond.

     The baby cries and Paula gets her up and ready to feed.  The site of Paula sitting on the couch with her robe open and their daughter nursing makes Mark get a little teary eyed.  He watches quietly before approaching her and saying, “I love you so much that if you are happy with a black baby in your arms and in your belly, then I am all for it.”  Paula looks up to him with dried cum on her face and hair, smiling and then leans down to kiss their baby girl.

                            

Dedicated to a drop dead gorgeous woman whom which I can only dream of having as my own.

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One evening, with Sue, my wife, out with some of her friends I began surfing the net, getting more and more aroused watching the clips, I slid my shorts down, stroking my hard cock and playing with my balls.

Our friends who lived next door moved and our new neighbour moved in, after a few weeks he invited us for drinks but my wife said she didn’t want to go so I went on my own.

Alan didn’t have a lot of furniture so I sat on the low couch as he drank his scotch while sitting on the chair a foot away from me. He asked me questions about work and where I was from originally and about any new friends I might have in the city, which I had none.

I didn't know Alan's age, but I figured he was about 20 years older than my 22 years but was slim. He was wearing loose fitting jogging bottoms and as he crossed his legs it highlighted quite a large bulge and I could see the outline of his penis. He got up and poured us another scotch and when he came back he joined me on the couch. That was when I noticed that I was beginning to get an erection. Since I was in rather tight jeans, it was very noticeable.

Alan continued to talk, about what I don't know, but as he talked he put his hand on my thigh and started rubbing my leg and upper thigh. By this time my erection was throbbing and I didn't stop him from what he was doing. He pulled the zipper down on my jeans and undid the belt buckle. My mind was screaming that this had been what I had dreamt about and I couldn’t have stopped him even if I had wanted to.

He pushed my jeans and pants down past my knees. When his hand touched my erection I thought I would cum immediately. Alan didn't speak a word as he got down between my legs and his lips engulfed my 6 inch cock. I was in heaven as he did an marvellous job of sucking my cock and when I felt his wet index finger that must have been coated with his saliva slip between the cheeks of my ass I pushed up off the couch to allow him access.

He was very gentle as he slowly inserted the index finger into my anus and continued to suck me. Once his finger was completely inside me he began a fucking motion with his finger and this was too much for me and I came hard in his mouth. As he pulled back I was fascinated to see some of my come dribbling from the side of his mouth as he smiled at me. Kneeling on the couch between my legs with his pants around his ankles his 7 inch erection had precum dripping from it and there was lust in his eyes.

He said nothing as he rolled me over onto my stomach and half lifted me until I was on my hands and knees on the bed. He slowly inserted his cock into my anus which had been somewhat loosened up by his finger. It hurt, but I said nothing as he slipped into me. When he was all the way in he stayed still as I got used to the feeling. He pushed my head down into the pillow so that my ass was sticking up in the air and he slowly began fucking my ass.

The pain subsided and I felt myself with another erection. When he heard me moan, he picked up the pace and began slamming into my ass. I couldn't believe how hard I was and before long I was squirting my cum onto the couch. I felt Alan grab my hips and plunge one last time and felt the warmness of his cum fill my arse

To be continued..

By then, bright stars were popping in front of her eyes, her lungs screamed for air. Suddenly she found herself flying, and run into something hard, before collapsing in a heap by the wall. While she gasped desperately for air, and tried to clear her head, she heard the door clank close, and the sound of a padlock falling into place. The room was so dark she barely distinguish the details of the room. She coughed and hacked, trying to get more air into her lungs, while also trying to get her bearing and figure out what happened.

Before she even caught her breath, she felt the silhouette of her attacker loomed over her prone body, and she heard the sound of fabric tearing. Panicked, she realised it was her blouse that was being shredded from her shoulders. Screaming, she pushed herself to her back, and blindly kick him. Apparently, she got her in him in the shin, because she felt the hands slipped and the man tumbled forward and fell heavily on her. She punched forward where she thought the head was and hit something soft, and a deep “oomph” coming from him.

“Help!” she screamed, knowing full well that, this was a dead alley along a dead street in the dead of the night.

She pushed his heavy body off and groped blindly for the door. Disorientated, she slammed into the opposite wall, and fell backwards. She tried to get up, but suddenly felt someone yanked her long hair backwards, and she screamed.

“Kick me, huh, you slut!” a low menacing voice growled.

He grabbed her by her neck and pinned her to the wall, on her tiptoes. His arm drew back to deliver slaps after slaps on her face, while she squirmed, clawing at his arm and kicking spasmodically. Slap after slap, her head spun, and she felt herself almost blacking out. She went limp in his grip.

Releasing her, she crumpled weakly onto the floor and lay gasping feebly. She tried to scream but only a croak came out from her. Pabla calmly dragged her from the wall to the centre of the room, and turned her face-up. He proceeded to finish what he had started, tearing off her once white blouse.

“Noo… help… ” she whimpered weakly, shaking her head and flailed her arms unconvincingly.

But she felt his sharp nails digging into her as he shredded her blouse, exposing her bra. She tried to push him away but she was still dazed by her recent beating. He began slashing on her skirt, tearing it open from the hem up to her waist. when she felt her skirt being torn open, she sobbed faintly, and tried to kick her attacker again, who had snaked between her thighs.

She felt his rough hand ran up her thighs and towards her private area, and a deep angry grew within her. Despite her weakened state, she suddenly sat up and delivered a solid punch toward his head. His head cracked back in surprise, and he fell backwards, howling in pain.

“Why? Do you like to rape women so much? You fucking son-of-a-bitch! Why? Can’t get a woman yourself? You pencil dick!” she screamed hoarsely, punching hard on his face.

She felt him go limp in her hands, and she finally stopped, and dropped to her knees, weeping after the adrenaline rush. She tried to gather what was left with her clothing, and fumbled for the direction of the door. In the darkness of the room, she found the door and realised the door was padlocked with a large Yale lock. She tugged hopelessly at the lock but it would not yield.

“Looking for this?” she heard a voice snarled behind her. She spun around to see a silver of light reflecting off a key. A key held in the hand of her attacker, who was struggling to his feet.

She cowered backwards, and begged.

“Noo… Please…. “ she pled, as Pabla advanced towards her, quietly, yet threateningly.

“Pencil dick?” he enquired, conversationally, as he walked closer and closer to her. With a suddenly swipe he grabbed her shoulder and pulled her towards him, “why don’t you find out for yourself?”

She yelped as he punched her right in the stomach, and tossed her onto the floor again. There she heard the chilling sound of metal zippers being pulled down. She cowered and tried to crawl away, but Pabla pounced right on her and pushed her to her back.

She thrashed about violently, as he pinned her chest down with his knee and grabbed her right wrist. She tried to wrench her wrist out of his grip but he was too strong. He thumped his knee roughly on her chest, making her grimace in pain.

“Here, here’s my ‘pencil dick’!” he bellowed, forcing her hand to palm his erected 12-inch penis. He made her grip his warm thick member and ran her hand up and down the swollen organ. With his free hand, he reached down, seized her panty and wrenched the cloth right off her. He stuffed the shredded panties into her mouth, pushing them deep, and then slapped her tightly on her face. Even in the dark, she could see the manic smile in his eyes, as he raised his free right index finger in the air. 

“By the time we are through, you will be screaming for me to fuck you, you whore!” he shouted, and with a strong shove, he rammed his index finger deep into her vagina.

She threw back her head and shrieked in pain. She thrashed weakly about as Pabla thrust his finger vehemently, repeatedly deeper into her, before finally drawing it out. Still kneeing on her chest, he carefully sniffed at his index finger and unhurriedly licked the blood and cum off his finger.

“Noo… Please… noo… “ she begged piteously, her words muffled by the panty in her mouth. She struggled to push him off her chest, her knees buckling with pain and fear. she felt him heave off her, but also felt her bra being pulled down.

“Noo… please… noo…. “ she bleated feebly, as she felt her breasts popped free from her C-cup bra cups. She tried to shrink away, but carried on pawing her breasts and forced his way between her thighs. When she tried to cover her breasts with her arms, he viciously punched her on her shoulders, rendering her arms useless temporarily.

She whimpered pathetically, squirming her body and kicking her legs as she tried to escape from his clutches, but he carried on pawing at her ample breasts, kneading them brusquely. He then leaned heavily on her and put his mouth over her nipple and slurped them voraciously, while she snivelled distressingly, large streaks of tears ran down her face.

When one of his arms push past her face, she grabbed it and bit fiercely down. She heard a loud yell, but she refused to let go. She held on like a dog onto his forearm, as he screamed and shook his arm in effort to shake off her bite. Only until he gave her a violent blow to her head did she released her grip. She tasted blood on her lips, but she didn’t know if it was from him or herself.

He retreated to a corner and inspected his injury. There was an angry puncture mark, complete with teeth imprints anchored on his arm. Blood seeped between the wound, and this only made Pabla angrier.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! You fucking whore! How dare you bit me! What are you, a fucking DOG?” he bellowed and screeched angrily as he stepped wrathfully towards the cowering shape on the floor.

He walked till he was towering over her, his pants still hanging by his hips, then drew back his foot and kicked her venomously with his steel-toed boots. She yelped pathetically, and tried to crawl away, but he repeatedly kicked and stomped on her legs and thighs. Finally, he stopped, panting with exertion. At his feet was a whimpering mass, barely conscious.

He dragged her vulgarly across the room to the centre of the room, and tossed her onto her back. She lay limply on her back, her face streaked with tears, her body covered with bruises. He crouched over her and pawed her voluptuous breasts again. He massaged them roughly, then groaned huskily as his dick swelled to colossal proportions.

“Such big tits, slut! They are just right for fucking! What do you intend to do with them, keep them till they drop? You whore! Tits are like cunt, they are there for men to fuck!”

He grabbed her limp wrists and cupped them around his dick, and forced her to stroke his swollen member. He piston her hands up and down his dick, while his free hand massaged her breasts. Then he put his dick between her breasts and breast fuck her.

Seeing how unresponsive she was, he sat down on the ground and drag her on his lap. He stuck his dick between her ass cracks, and pull her close to him. He felt her shuddered when she felt her dick between her butt, but he put his arms around her chest and cupped her breasts with one hand, his other snaked to between her thighs and to her pubic place.

She felt his hands violate her again, and tried to squirm away from his lap, but, she was badly injured and greatly weakened. She felt his hand roamed into her private place, and began playing with her clitoris, his dick rubbing up and down her butt crack. She writhed from his touch, and clawed frantically at his thighs, but his coarse thick fingers fingered her clit brusquely.

Weakened, and injured, her mind was too confused for her to control herself, and soon, his finger began to fill traces of wetness. He raised a sodden finger, smelt it, then smeared her own juices across her weeping face. With her panty still in her mouth, she sobbed and pled, her head shaking from side to side.

Unable to keep himself any further, he threw her right off his lap onto the floor, then mounted her, prying open her thighs.

“I can’t get a woman?” he sneered as he pushed his way between her thighs, she whimpered and tried to back away.

“I can’t get a woman?” he sneered again, pushing his dickhead right against her cunt, she begged and pleaded pitifully, flinching in terror at his dick’s touch.

“Watch me!” he screeched, as he shoved brutally forward and plunged deeply into her vagina. She wailed piteously in pain and shame as the man entered her.

He propelled vigorously forward until he felt his dick rammed against her cervix, and yet he still forced his way in. She whimpered pathetically with every thrust of her rapist, he finally managed to stuff all 12-inches of his penis into her. He began humping her for all he can.

“I can’t get a woman, huh? You slut! Look who I am fucking! Fucking whore, I’ll fuck you like a whore! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he yelled as he pulled his dick almost all out then piston deeply back into her.

Her body shuddered in pain as he stroked deep into her, her body racked with pain and exhaustion. Her cunt burned with pain as he drove his penis deep into her, violating her deepest crevice. She didn’t know how long it took, but after what seems an eternity, she felt his shudder between her thighs. He gave a final violent thrust before emptying his load into her.

She closed her eyes and bit her lips, as she felt every warm drop of cum entered her womb. He gave several final thrusts to make sure his seeds entered the slut’s body, then drawing away abruptly.

After he left her body, she tried to curl up into a ball, but he was not finished with her. He dragged her by her hair until she was sitting up. Then he pulled out the soggy panty from her mouth, forced her mouth open, and made her lick his penis clean. He shoved his penis deep into her mouth, gagging her. She tried to make another struggle, but was coerced to clean her juices from his dick.

By then, all the stimulations from her pouty lips was enough to make his dick stand up again. He waved the engorged member in front of her face and her eyes widened with fear. She moaned weakly, and tried to back away from him. He walked right over her and tried to grab her by her hair. Once again, she turned to his thighs and bit down on them. Although she did not use as much strength as before, he still screamed in pain, and kicked her vehemently away.

Nursing his wounded thigh, he forcefully pushed her against a corner, and pried her thighs wide open, and punched her repeatedly on her cunt. She moaned faintly, barely conscious, shrouded in pain. Without much warning, he rammed his thick member once again into her, yielding a strangled sob from her. He rammed her repeatedly, before withdrawing completely rapidly, then started forcing into her anus.

She realised what he was up to, and started struggling and begging again.

“Noo… please… not there… please…” she whimpered pleadingly. And she tried to push him away from her, closing her thigh in a vain attempt to stop her anus rape. And although her crack was clenched close, he wetted his finger with her cunt juices and forced his finger through her anus hole. Time and again he wet and poked, until he got his finger in and soon, he also shoved his rock-hard dick through her aperture, with her screaming excruciatingly. He had forced his dick halfway through her anus, but was too exhausted by the effort, he pulled out his dick and entered her cunt instead. After some grunting and shoving, he cummed in her again. After milking his dick for all his cum, he withdrew and stood up.

Finally, he drew up his pants and zipped them up. In the corner, Finola curled herself into a ball, and cowered in a corner, her body racked with pain, her mind filled with shame. Her eyes were swollen shut from his blows but she heard him stood up, his zipper zipped up, and then there was the welcoming sound of the lock unlocking and the door opening. She heard the door open and slammed closed again.

Thinking that her rapist had left, she crawled laboriously towards the direction of the door. To her horror, she found the door unyielding, with the sound of a lock rattling on the outside. She screamed desperately, and pulled herself to the farthest corner from the door, cowering in fear.

She heard the sound of a large vehicle drove up and stopped outside the door. Initially, her hopes went up, thinking she could call for help. But soon, she heard the sound of a van’s side door sliding open, she knew.

The lock on the door clicked open, and the door yawned open. There in the dim lights of the alley, she vaguely saw the outline of a large man standing over the door. Behind him, there was a gaping hole of the side door of a large black van.

She cringed in fear, and begged, but Pabla advanced forebodingly towards her, with what seemed like thick rope in his hands. She wrestled unsuccessfully with Pabla, but soon, he had her pinned to the ground, her arms twisted behind her back. She whimpered faintly, but he trussed her securely like a chicken, binding her wrists behind her back. He had wanted to bind her ankles together, but looking down at her tempting body, he stood up again.

To her horror, she heard the sound of the zipper coming down again. Her hands tied behind her back, she barely could move out of the way, before he lunged on her and shoved his penis into her again. She yelped in pain as he entered her dry and started pistoning rapidly in and out of her. She snivelled sporadically as he stroked deeply and forcefully, after an eternity of grunting, he ultimately cummed deeply into her.

Finally after the third time, he was almost exhausted. He stood up wearily, and forced her to lick his limp dick clean of cum, before tucking it back into his pants and zipping up. Then he calmly tied her ankles together, and carried the semi-conscious girl into the back of the van. he secured her bound wrists to a D-ring on the floor of the van.

Hazily, she heard the door slid close, and the van drove away. She felt herself being driven away from her past, her own life, into a life she has no idea about. In the darkened interior of the van, clad in shreds of her clothing, her arms and legs bound, she wept. Overwhelmed by pain and shame, and worn out with exhaustion, she drifted slowly into unconsciousness, while the van drove out of the town’s edge into the countryside, where Pabla could hide his van deep in the forested area. Just as the day breaks, the two fell asleep in the shade of the forest.

The couple ran to the water to begin having some fun on the sunny day. He would pick her up and toss her into the water. She would grab the back of his head as if she were going to kiss him and pull him under quickly. The two of them have strayed away from their spot and came upon a small cove in which a tiny waterfall had formed from the land mass rising and falling in succession. The two ventured inside as a lil pond had formed with some rocks rising out of the water, almost like the Grotto at the Playboy Mansion. When she saw this sight, her fantasies had came true, for years she had dreamed of being taken passionately with the one she loved underneath a waterfall. He picked her up and sat her on top of a shelf of rocks. He kissed her along the side of her neck, from one side to the other. Their lips touched and soon afterwards their tongues. His hands were roaming all over her body, along her back, behind her head, across her thighs and finally he began to slowly tease the top of her pussy. The feeling of his hands touching her pussy through her bathing suit gave her goose bumps. He removed her bikini top and began caressing her breast. She began rubbing his cock through his trunks, it was already nice and hard. She lifted her ass off the rocks as he slid off her bikini bottoms and her pussy glistened in the sunlight that creeped through the roof of the cove. He lowered his kisses down to her collarbone, from her collarbone to her nipples. His tongue slithered around her nipples slowly, almost as if they were just resting on them. His kisses continued downward as his mouth finally met with her pussy. He caressed the insides of her thighs and kissed around her pussy, making her wetter and wanting the feeling of his tongue inside of her even more. Finally, he stopped the teasing and plunged his tongue inside of her. She moaned at the feeling of his nice, thick tongue inside of her. His tongue slid inside of her, making every side of her pussy quiver and moisten.

The depth of the water only reached up to his thighs. She scooted off the rocks and got down on her knees in to the warm water. She removed his trunks and began licking the top of his head. Her tongue slithered over the shaft, up and down, before she finally took the entire cock into her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down on his cock the pleasure from her mouth began to make him moan. After a while, neither of them could take it anymore, she had to have him inside of her. She sat back on the rocks as he rubbed the mouth of her pussy with the head of his cock and slowly drove it inside of her. She clinched his back from the size of his cock. This wasn't the first time he has been inside of her but each time, it stretches her lil by lil. His thrusts started off slow and began to speed up. The splashing of the water couldn't muffle her moans as they began to echo. She began scratching his back as he started pounding harder and harder. He removed his cock and got down and licked at her dripping pussy again. An orgasm was approaching with his tongue sliding in and out of her, her legs tightened, her breathing sped up, she exhaled deeply as the orgasm raced through her body. He bent her over the rocks and rubbed her ass. Her legs were feeling a lil shaky from the orgasm but she was still able to stand.

He penetrated her from behind and the thrusts continued. She was moaning ecstatically now and shrieked a lil as he began to rub her clit. Not long afterwards, another orgasm quaked through her. He proceeded to sit on the rocks as she climbed on top of him and began riding him. The years of surfing had given her a great equilibrium of balance so she had no problem with the limited amount of space. The look of his dick sliding in and out of her pussy was starting to get to him as he felt his orgasm approaching. She was familiar with his manerisms of a near orgasm so she got off of him and pulled him to under the waterfall. The warm water felt great on their bodies as she whispered in his ear "cum inside of me". He penetrated her once again from behind. The water enhanced her pleasure as both of them simultaneously orgasmed. He pulled her back as they both slumped into a crevice of rock. He held her close and kissed her along her neck. Her fantasy, had came true.

This is the incident which happened 1 yr ago. Since then she is not only my mother but my best friend, whore and lover. Nobody knows about this except for her and me.

At times when dad would come to Mumbai, I could make out that they were busy fucking in their room. I would hear a shy giggle and dad's moan at times. But I could not see a thing. One day I had seen my mom cooking kheer for us. I was watching cricket. This was when I was in tenth standard. I wanted to go to pee. Since the toilet was in the way to the kitchen, my eyes darted toward that place. I saw my dad bending over mom who looked as if she was stirring the kheer with a spoon.
I didn't make a noise and just witnessed the scene. He was licking the back of her neck and squeezing her ass over her saree.
My cock began to rise slowly. She was not wearing a petticoat. I saw dad slowly lifting her saree slowly. Wow! I came to see her legs, long and silky sexy. He slowly lifted it up till I saw my mother's ripe pumpkin shaped ass in a red panty. It was the most erotic thing I saw round and big. I could not see the full thing as it was hidden in her panty but it looked declicious, I saw dad's index finger going inside her ass. Dad was fingering her anus. I became mad with lust as I saw the scene. He removed his finger out and began to suck it. In her excitement mom moaned and dropped the spoon. Suddenly they realized that I would hear and mom pulled her saree down. I disappeared from the scene.

The sight of her ass made me mad. I was so charged with lust that I masturbated for a week continously thinking of the sight I had scene. I wished to see that lovely ass of hers again. When she would go the toilet to shit in the morning, I would imagine seeing her naked ass and sexy asshole and would get excited. I could hear the buzzing sound of her peeing and would get excited.

Let me tell you that this sound would be magnetically arousing to my dick.

One day, I was reading my college book in my study room. Like always my mom would come to the room to sweep the room. I was addicted to watch her body while moving in the house doing house hold work. She moved her ass seductively and I watched her. Her ass was just inches away from me.

Suddenly there was a funny beep sound and then a deep eggy smell. My lovely mom had just expelled some gas in front of me. I loved the aroma and my cock was growing hard as I breathed in that lovely sweet smell. I was so much in love with that dirty sweet funny fart smell that I would have even inhaled it. My mom looked at me and smiled shyly knowing that I was aware of what she did. I loved her smile.

After some time, she went to the loo. She was taking time. I knew that she had gone to shit. I was growing hornier. I wanted to see her doing her thing. Quite out of lust, I took my cock out and began to masturbate furiously.

I listened to the sound of her flushing and I saw her coming out. I could not complete my act of masturbation. Mom came out and saw the front bulge of my pant swollen like a tent. "What were you doing?" she asked, "how did it become swollen?"
I was afraid and did not say it.

She said,"You were playing with it, no? Go to the toilet and piss. It will become small," she did not sound angry.
I went to the toilet. The toilet was still smelling of my mom's shit. I looked in the bowl. The bowl had still some round and curly snakes which had come from her asshole. They were floating in the water. The smell in the air was turning me on as I masturbated furiously. I kept on shagging wildly. Mom was calling from the other side,"Beta, are you finished peeing?"
I said,"Mom, I have to do no 2. too"

I could hear her laughing. I began to masturbate till I came. I flushed the toilet throughly and came out.
Dad had gone abroad and there was no one in the house except for mom and me. One morning at 5.00 clock, I felt my eyes opened. I went to the other room where my mom was sleeping. Her saree was lifted on to the thighs. She could not see me. But I could see in the dark that her fingers were between her spread fair soft full thighs. My mom was masturbating. I knew she was missing my dad's cock. I saw her moaning softly as she orgasmed. I could not see her cunt as it was dark but I could see her eyes closed and the pleasure in her face as she orgasmed. My cock was so hard that I began to feel like fuck her then and there.

One day in school, my friend passed some obscene comment on my mom. He said,"Karan ki maa ka gand tho sabse mast hai"
I got angry and fought with him. I called his mother a whore. He insulted my mom and said that my mom was a whore. Because of the fight both of us were injured.

My mom saw me and began to scold me for fighting. I told her what happened. She began to apply balm on my wounds and iodex. After some day my mom got my friend in front of me. I was angry to see this. My mom said that you boys should not fight on small things. Friendship is more important. My friend began to thank my mom for kindness and said sorry to me. Then we boys became friends. After one week my mom asked me if I loved her that much that I had to fight with a boy, Akash. I said,"Mom if he says dirty things again, then I will break his face."

My mom said,"Forget it. He is just a despo guy. He is just hungry for sex. Most of the boys at this age are like that only. Even you said dirty things about his mom" I said,"But mom you are sexy, he told this because .... she cut me,"what how do you know I am sexy... she began to laugh...

I began to caress her neck. She smiled and asked me,"What are you doing?" "Feeling the softness of your skin, mom, I wish I could kiss it." "Then kiss it" I began to kiss her neck and then kissed her lips. She stopped me and said,"Dont do this..I am your mom"

I made a sad face and said,"This is my bad luck. All the boys and men can ogle at you but I cannot do so because I am your son. If I was your lover, I would have kissed you up and down" She made a face and said,"See if you are horny what can you expect your friend to be?" I caressed her shoulders," Mom your boobs can make even a small kid's cock hard" She slapped me on my face,"Enough."

I started to weep, she consoled me. Seeing my plight, she cuddled me and said,"Why do you talk such things ?" I told her,"Mom, I know that you are missing dad, I saw you masturbating one day. I also saw dad fucking you in the kitchen"
My mom was dumbfounded and then embarrassed. She did not know when I had seen her getting fucked in the kitchen. I told her about the kheer incident. She did not know how to react. She told me,"Beta..since you saw everything let me tell you, I was masturbating because I was missing your dad"

I kissed her on her cheek. I stroked her face and said,"Mom, I want you to be the happiest woman in the world. She had tears in her eyes. My hand was caressing her right breast cupping it gently applying pressure as I kissed her. My erect cock was rubbing against her calf as I kissed. I whispered in her ear as I squeezed it more,"mom can I play with your ball"

She gave a sexy smile and said,"Let me remove the pallu". She removed it and I could see her breasts looking tight and hot, medium sized in her blouse. I put my head down and began to suck on the left one through the fabric. She smiled and said,"Go slow, it is a woman's breast not a ball that you use to play cricket" as I squeezed the other pulpy meat of flesh.

"Mom, you know when people stare at your boobs, I feel so mad"
She caressed my head and said,"Karan, you love me, you are entitled to see me. They have not seen my boobs...I will show you, you dont have to be mad anymore but promise me you will keep this a secret. I am showing you because you wanted to see me in nude. I dont want you to feel dejected"
There were two pins which held her blouse together from the front. She went ahead and opened them. Her blouse flipped apart and my eyes feasted at those two full ripe apple like boobs of mom.No wonder dad was a fan of these. She does not wear a bra at home.
I asked her,"Mom dont you ever wear a bra?
She said,"I wear dear but only when I go out"
I looked at her nipples. They wear dark brown strong nipples looking sexually attractive. I told mom," I want to suck your nipples"
She caught one breast in her hand and offered to me as if feeding me. I began to suck on her nipple. The pleasure was extra ordinary. I left sucking for a moment and wanted to ask her something," Mom why are your nipples dark while other girls have light colored ones?"
She said," Young girls have light ones but once they give birth to kids the nipples become fatter and darker"
I loved my mother's knowledge. I began to suck again like an animal. She could not take the pressure and lied down. I began to attack her breasts like an animal, kissing and licking her whole area of breasts, massaging it slurping at it. She, getting turned on let her hand wander around my crotch area. She found my hardon jutting out through my shorts and pressed it. Her eyes popped out as she gasped at my size. She didnt say anything but her eyes said it all. We ended smooching each other. I loved the feel of her bangles as she touched my dick through my shorts. I left her and removed my shorts as my mother watched in excitement. I removed my brief and my cock naked and proud jutted out in the open waving up and down in front of her lovely face. She smiled and said,"Tere papa se bhi mota hai" She caressed it and I felt sexual current running through my body. This was the woman who had touched my cock when I was small while bathing or helping me pee and now she was about to suck it. "mom please suck it"
Understanding my lust, she closed her mouth over my rigid piece of meat. I was in seventh heaven. My mother was a good cocksucker. She was giving that kind of a pleasure he can never dream of. I was very jealous of papa and I wished I was older enough to be her lover or husband. Mom wanted to have fun, she was a horny bitch just like a horny dog I am. She knew that if she has fun with me, I would not tell anybody as I was born out of her vagina. I wanted to see her pussy but the way she was slurping and teasing my dick with her mouth made me forget everything else. There are little hairs around the base of my balls. She was nuzzling at it, licking my balls alternately as she sucked my lollipop. Then she just gave a sexy blowjob on my dick as if trying to remove my dick out of my body. She also began to skillfully tease my balls with her fingers and bob her mouth on my dick, I felt a warm rush of fluid coming through the tip and it shot through my pee hole and on her face, lips and inside her mouth. I shouted,"OHHH mommmmmmm" through out my orgasmic tremors. She looked at me and my dick as it vibrated and shook through the orgasm. The way my mom was staring at my orgasmic penis and the pleasure on my face was out of this world.
After some time, I felt real guilty. I don know whether to thank my mom for giving me oral pleasure or say sorry for being such a beast in lust. She being an experienced woman understood my confusion told me to lie down for some time.
She said,"Karan I know what you are thinking...you are feeling guilty, it happens with men, first they are in lust and after orgasm they begin to feel sleepy and embarrassed. Does this not happen to you after you masturbate?"
I replied frankly,"Yes mom, what about you?"
She smiled and said,"Dont worry about that. You wanted to see my breasts and you wanted pleasure. I dont want you to be so sexually obsessed. If you are horny come to me, I will make you feel good and relieve your horniness. Nothing more than that. Now just lie down, I will get you water." She picked up her blouse and wore it back.
I was feeling bad. MY mom was a woman a mother who cared about me. A woman will always hide her inner feeling and give pleasure and happiness to her mate,husband or brother. I wanted to give her her share of happiness. She might be buring with sexual hunger and I should give to her. Like a devoted son and a passionate lover I must fulfil my sonly obligation and give her romantic sexual delights also as a lover. If she had seen and pleasured my dick, even I should lick and fuck her cunt.
Mom was taking time. I knew she had gone to get water. She came late in two minutes, her hair was tied and her face was looking preety.
She gave me the bisleri bottle to drink,"Drink."
I drank and I was looking at mom with interest. My cock was soft like a small fat noodle resting between my legs.
"Wear your underwear," she said but I did not agree to her.
I asked: why did you take time?
she replied: I went to the loo
I asked: what for?
She replied sarcastically:what do people go for, to pee and freshen up.
I said: I thought you went to shit
She made a face and said: chee, at this time... I went to pee,
I made a face,"If you had called me, may be I could have got a chance to look at your chooth"
The dirty hindi word made her stare at me. Somehow she said," You know it is raining and one feels like peeing a lot in these days, I was controlling it from fifteen minutes, I could not have left in the middle of the thing we were doing and gone to the toilet."
I told mom," Mom you have great control"
She did not reply and then scolded me kiddishly: why are you naked? Wear something or do you want to pee?
I told her,"Mom you have gr8 control on your bodily functions but you should not curb your sexual desires."
She did not answer. I took her palm in my hand and caressed it. "You gave me pleasure, showed me your tits, made me touch and suck them, sucked my dick...may be I should give you pleasure by sucking your cunt"
She told me flatly,"Karan I cant show you my cunt"
WHY?
She replied,"Because it is a woman most sacred thing, I showed you my boobs, if you want I can even flash my ass to you, but not my cunt...It will drive you mad. You might have the urge to enter me. Even I will not be able to control it. "
I said,"so what dont you want pleasure?"
She said,"But this is incorrect, imagine a son licking his mother's pussy and fucking it."
Her language was turning me on. She could see my cock rising as she said these words. She tried to avoid seeing my erection coming up. It was half hard now.
I told her,"What is wrong mom, if you can give me a blow job and satisfy me desires, why cant I? Who knows about what we do here? You are a woman first and I want to give you happiness and satisfaction."
she said,"Listen I did it to you because I wanted to make you free from sexual thoughts."
I replied," Have I become free? Look at my hardening cock, mom. Does it look free. It still wants more, it wants to give you satisfaction. I dont want you to feel sexually empty,I have seen you masturbating alone. Dont you want a man't touch, the pleasure of having a healthy hard tight cock inside you, a mouth to lick every inch of your soft cunt. Even you are a human being. Even you want to be free. Let me quench your thirst."
My words were turning her on. She was looking at my cock which was hard and stiff again. She gave a last attempt. She argued," No I can do this, I fear about a lot of things. I am having my periods(actually this was the reason why she was horny), and I could get pregnant. Let us do when I am not having my periods, after 5 days."
I know she was not agreeing to do because she felt that showing her pussy to me will look messy and smelly.
I told her,"Mom, It is okay if you have periods. I am not bothered about the smell. I just want to taste your pussy. Today it might taste like a burger covered with tomato ketchup"
She laughed at my sexy comment. "Where did you learn this from?"
I said,"My friends"
She smiled,"Guys your age come up with such innovative things to say about the vagina"
I asked her,"Tell me the names you know for the cock?"
She said,"dick, cock, prick, saaman, kela, lund, lauda?"The words lund and lauda from her sexy mouth was such an erotic poetry. I told her huskily,"please touch my lund"
She caressed it once again and I began to touch my right hand at the saree region where her cunt sits. I was rubbing it up and down. She giggled at the way I was frantically touching her cunt and rubbing it. "It is below"
I was embarrassed. I began to rub down and I knew I was hitting the target with my fingers. Her eyes were closing as she was enjoying. I whispered in her ears," Mom you want to hear the names for the vagina"
She nodded and I said,"cunt, pussy, fuckhole, bur, chooth,bhosda"
She just smiled with closed eyes as she enjoyed the pleasure I was giving by rubbing her cunt through the saree. She has a sensitive vagina. Her facial expression were as if she had been drugged in pleasure.
Then I lifted her sareee up as I cupped her left breast. Mom understood my horniness and she got up from the bed and began to remove her saree. She was in her blouse, removed it and I saw her familiar full tits. I went near her and removed the nada of her petticoat and let it slip to her legs. What fleshy long fair legs, silky and velvetty. I knelt down and began to lick her feet, toes. It was as if I was taking a sexual blessing from my mom! I looked up at her, instead of telling me,'tatastu' she was closing her eyes and enjoying the pleasure and tickling.
She was wearing a white panty and it was swollen because of the pad she had worn inside.
I began to caress, fondle and kiss her ankles,calves, and shins. I went behind and looked at her bums, glorious ripe and well formed, rounded and curvy.
I kissed her ass and felt the heat coming from her butt cheeks. My mom was waiting for me to pull down her undies. From behind, I lowered her red panty as her ass emerged, the twin domes of erotic pleasure. I was seeing Mrs.Sukanya Karkera's naked ass, my mom's lovely big butt, the endless source of sexual entertainment for the bhajiwalas, the peons, my father, the gali ka bachaas and my frieds. All of them were mad behind for her ass and wanted to touch it and I was just a millimeter away from her nude butt. Let me tell you my mom's ass is the most wonderful erotic piece in the world, soft and hard at the same time. It is firm, tight and quite fleshy. My mom knew that I was so hypnotised by her nude butt that I was not even looking at her cunt.
I started kissing her butt, massaging those cheeks and feeling the heat. I slapped her butt, spanking it as if I had seen it in some erotic movies. I had the feeling of fucking her in the ass. I was superaroused. I pushed her cheeks apart and looked at the small hole which she uses for shitting. There were tiny hairs jutting out from that dark hole of secret pleasure. I began to lick the crack between her butt. She was moaning now.
I parted her firm, round tight cheeks and looked again at the cranky poop hole which looked really cute and sexy at the same time. I remembered of the time when she had farted before me and the smell thereof, dirty but such a turn on because it shot from her butthole.
I wished she could punish me by releasing the toxic perfume(fart) through her anus again for being such an anal pervert. It was such a pleasure to lick her asshole and she was busy moaning as her ass was explored like never before. I knew for a fact that papa would not go to such an extent to pleasure her asshole.
Then I left her ass temporarily and went in front to look at my birth place. It was hairy and I blew slightly on that hairy mound. On the ground had fallen a blood stained pad of her period. I could smell the primal smells of her cunt. Her sexy pubic hairs, soft and rough at the same time, began to shake like small grasses as her cunt was exposed. My mom moaned as I began to kiss her cunt. Sukanya's cunt was wet and sticky because of the arousal. I could see that it was almost shiny with her secretions. Her vagina was slutty looking like an open flower, fleshy outerlips pink with blood. There were some saucy stains of her periods on her pussy, I began to lick it. I loved the rank smell and the sexy saucy tangy taste. She could not control her feeling and moaned. I saw her clitoris. At that time I did not know it but it was like a small prick. I began to kiss it and she was biting her lips as she lost her mind in lust. She was writhing her hips and pushing her crotch towards me letting me taste her sexy pie between her thighs. I was kneeling down smooching my mom's pussy like a mad man. I sucked on her clit and cupped her ass. She began to orgasm on my face. I tasted blood and her tangy cum. She began to moan saying,"uhhhhh hmmmmmmmaaaa." While she orgasmed I slapped her ass playfully and fingered her ass. After one more orgasm, she stood her legs feeling weak. But I wanted to give her more. I began to suck on her clitoris, while I dug her shithole. I removed my finger which was deep in the depths of her ass and then sucked it. Sukanya was seeing her son doing nasty things and then again had an orgasm due to my tongue pressure on her clit.
She was looking flushed and relieved after two orgasms. Her cunt taste was still lingering in my mouth. She got to the bed and spread her legs. I knew she was superturned on and she wanted me to enter her and pleasure her. I still went between her legs and ate her cunt. I made her pussy clean off all the blood and now it looked shiny, wet and dripping.
I whispered in her ear,"Mom do you want me to fuck you?"
She said,"I am not your mom, call me Sukanya,"
I called,"oh my Sukanya, you are so beautiful and I began to kiss and suck her tits.
My mom knew that she could be pregnant but we were in so much lust that we could not care less. I felt her nude body against me with the mangalsutra around her neck and hanging on her tit valley. I felt the sound of her bangle as she lifted my dick and guided it to her cuntal hole.

My dick went inside easily into her slurpy hole and there was a farty sound as her cunt took my cock inside. Her nostrils flared as she took me in. She moaned,"Oh Karan, it is so thick" I stopped and just gave strong pushes as she enjoyed the sexy jolts which my prick was giving. I felt the tight cunt contracting on my dick, heating it up. My cock was bathed in my mom's pussy fluids. Due to her periods, my dick was bloody sight. I felt my cock and balls immersed in her shiny blood as we fucked. As my movements increased, I started giving long hard thrusts. She was smiling as she saw her son become a man fucking her with great intensity. She spoke between her breaths,"Take care"
I shortened my thrusts and asked,"Does it hurt ma?"
She scolded me,"Dont call me mom when you have your lund inside me. I am sukanya now. It doesnt hurt me. I am enjoying it. But you take care because you had just had an orgasm, it might hurt your cock because of my cunt pressure..."
I said,"No it does not hurt, thanks for caring sukanya."
I began fucking again at top speed. My mom was so horny that she wrapped her thighs around my waist. She was scratching my back as she was pounded and stabbed by my dick.
Suddenly I knew that I was coming. I wondered whether I should spray it inside her or outside. But the feeling was so good and her grip was so strong that I felt her orgasm once again. I squeezed her boobs in pleasure as I shot my semen inside her. I looked at Sukanya. She was smiling. I said,"How was it?"
She said,"Hmmmm"
She was in my arms and it felt great. Sukanya got up and said,"You have made me your whore, are you happy now?"
I was sad. She took me in my arms and consoled me and said,"It is okay, it was wonderful, you are a passionate lover. You ared too mature for your age sexually."
Then we kissed again and we slept like husband and wife.
After she got up nude, she felt guilty though she was satisfied. She told me that I should be careful not to have sex with her because she is my mother and she could get pregnant. I was worried but then I could not control because she was really attractive.
The next day, papa came. She was in his bed everynight then while I was burning in lust for her. I had to control my sonly feelings and it was getting bad day after day. I could imagine my mother being fucked by dad every night or so. I could hear sounds and my mom's fucked look in the morning and I became very horny. I would masturbate in her bra and panties which she would find early in the morning.
One day in the morning when papa had gone to the post office, she was humming a tune to herself. I was blinding with lust. I went to her and kissed her on my lips.
She struggled from my grip and told me,"What are you doing?"
"You are getting your share of cock, but what about me?"
She told me angrily to shut up. I insulted her and called her a whore. She slapped me. I kissed her ferociously. I stripped her saree and began to squeeze her breasts. I tore her blouse. She told me to stop,"What are you doing, you devil. Your papa might see us."
But I could not care less. I was seeing her naked tits after a long time. I began to feast on her nipples. I removed the rest of her saree. She gave in to her bodily urgings and let me take her.
I licked, and sucked both the breasts. It was a great experience preying on my dear old mother's wonderful and juicy breasts after almost a month.

My mother stopped her resistance by now so I started enjoying her naked body. I kissed sucked and licked her beautiful body everywhere I could and it was great. Then I finally turn my vision to the spot between her legs. The spot where I came to this world and where I can fulfil my lust to make myself a man to my mother. I used my legs to part her legs by pushing them outward and set myself comfortibly between her legs. Mother though did not put any pressure. She did not want to help me because she wanted to stop my behaviour. However she was enjoying the pleasure I was giving her. She just laid there with her head turned to one side and her eyes closed. I ran my free hand over her mound and inserting my index finger into her vagina. Her vagina is still dry as I started finger-fucking her. I was raping her as she was dry in her cunt. It didnot take long before I could feel her juices oozing out as I increased my rhythm. I kept finger fucking her for a while before I decided she is ready for the ultimate reunion. Still holding her hands above her head, I leaned on her body so I was covering her body with mine. With my free hand I felt between us, took my cock, and began to guide it towards her cunt.

As I reached her entrance I paused and touched her entrance my tip of the cock. I felt shivers along my spine as I unioned with my part of my mother's flesh with her flesh again. I could not wait anylonger as I pushed forward. My dick entered her cunt. I pushed even harder. I heard my mother gasp, and cry a little, as I pushed inside her completely. I then held there, for a while enjoying my sexual union with my mother. I let go her hands to balance myself for a long fuck. I withdrew my dick a bit and pushed forward again. Mother stayed still. I was not understand why she is behaving this. I knew she was not turned on. So I removed my dick and began to lick her pussy like a dog. I began to nibble her clitoris. She began to moan as her juice started. She started to get turned on as she brought her legs to my head as I ate her. She was having an orgasm. Then I crept above her. She smiled at me, giving that lovely smile and guided my angry dick inside her wet pussy. But this time I wanted to teach a lesson to the bitch. I began to move my dick around the pussy lips and clitoris without penetrating her. She urged me,"andhar dalna(push it in), finish it please, fuck me" It was a pleasure to see the woman of my dreams, urge me to push the rod inside her. I pushed it in, watching her expressions change and then drew back again this time to be out of her and thurst back again. Mother gasped.

Then I settled to a steadier rhythm. I had achieved what I wanted. Fucking my own mother. My cock was inside her vagina and I am fucking her. I am fucking the same cunt my father quuenches his lust and flooded it with his sperm to create me. I finally managed to spread the same legs my father has spread on the same bed. Finally I managed to make the same woman my dad made as woman of the house. I am squeezing the same breasts my dad squeezed and my mother used to feed me as a baby. I am enjoying the same body I shared when I took shape in her. I am reaching the same inside of my mother where I was spawned. I am kissing the mouth that had given me guidance, sweared on me and encouraged me. It felt great, that I am using the same woman that loved me motherly to love me sexually. I am showing my gratitude towards her upbringing by ravishing her cunt with my dick. After few more strokes, I felt my balls exploding gobs of semen I have been storing for her. I humped on to her vigourously before I came. I could not help stop but gasp as I shot my wad into her. I could feel my semen flooding mother's vagina as I reached my climax.
Our sexual act is complete as I laid on my wonderful mother fulfilled and gasping for my breath. I could hear my mother too is breathing hard. Our naked bodies still connected together with my chest firmly pressing her naked breasts. My cock by now started getting limp but still inside her transfering the last remains of my semen.
It was time for my father to come back. She got up and began to wear her saree.
She was in tears. She told me that I would have to promise her that I would not fuck her in the cunt again. I asked her why? She did said that she enjoys sex with me more than her husband but it is not good because she would get pregnant. She confessed that she has sexual intercourse only with her husband and if I also have sex with her, we might have diseases. She said that she will allow me to fuck her only with the condom in the cunt. "we can have oral sex because it is safe"
She took me to the loo so that we could clean our genitals. She told me to pee first, then we kissed again. As I peed, She apologized for slapping me unneccessarily,"you are right, I am your whore, a sexy secret whore" she smiled. She flushed.
Then she told me to leave as she had to pee herself. "Please pee before me, I want to see how women pee"
She squatted on the commode and showed me,"See this small thing this is where we pee from"
I looked with interest as her pee emerged out with a sexy sound pitter patter sound echoing the toilet. I was so awed with the urine streaming out that I was getting another hardon. She watched the effect it was having on me. I playfully put my hand in the stream and she laughed."Hey, what are you doing, you are so...."
Suddenly there was a knock. It was dad. She was started. She had finished peeing. She told me,"Get out fast, open the door" I licked my finger and palm covered with her pee, tasting like sweet sugar. I cursed papa and went out closing the toilet door. Suddenly I realized I was naked. I immediately put on my dress and went out to open the door.
Dad asked me,"Where is mom?
I replied,"She is in the loo"
After sometime, I could feel some hustling and I knew dad was kissing her. I could hear her saying,"Abhi nahi, mood nahi"
I felt victorious.
In the night, I thought that if mom denies me access to her cunt, I can always screw her ass.
Fifteen more days passed. Dad had to leave for abroad. I knew that now I had her to me. But I did not want to fuck her without her permission. Relations between her and me became more frank. We would tell each other secrets. She told me what positions her husband and she had used to fuck. She told me how she had been fucked in the fields in the village by the farmer's son when she was 19. He had removed her virginity. She also told how her father's friend, a photographer had stealthily taken some pics of her when she was taking a bath in a resort. He used the photos to black mail her. She was scared and agreed to give sexual favours in return for the favor. At that time I was not born. However he was real handsome, and wonderful with sexual tricks. Her husband was abroad when this was happening. This camera guy, whose name was Manoj gave her a lot of sexual satisfaction and gave her a lot of oral skills and pleasure. He had even fucked her ass. She emotionally admitted to me that this camera guy was my actual father. However he died in a freak accident. I consoled my mother as she broke down. She told me the way I fuck is reminiscent of my dad. We both have the same rampant raw sexual desires. She told me that her husband is of the belief that I am his son while actually it is not so. Sukanya admitted that she feels the same sexual hunger, lust, love and childish nature in me like she felt in Manoj.
She told me her husband is preety orthodox in love making but she admitted that she will still admit only him in her pussy as she does not want any trouble of pregnancy and diseases. She told me that I could fuck her with a condom.
There after our relations became more frank. I took care to see that my mom was never upset. We became best of friends and bed partners. She would joke with me. We would talk dirty, say smutty jokes, crack toilet jokes and even watch blue films together. However she would always tell me to finish my home work and study first. After our studies and her kitchen work we would watch an erotic film together. We would pass wicked sexy comments and then we would cool each other's heat by masturbating each other. I would pull her saree up and finger her while she would shag me to orgasm. We would also do lots of oral sex if we did not want to fingering.
On her birthday, I cut the cake and applied it in her vagina. I also inserted the candles which wear on the cake inside her pussy fucking her and making her come. Mom moaned as I ate the cake through her cunt. She applied the rest of the cake on my dick and licked it as I orgasmed on her face. Then I bought some KS condoms and we fucked with me wearing a condom. For the society we were mother and son while between us we were sexuallovers.
I would always leave for college early with my mom sleeping so I would miss out on my mom's early morning rituals. However I was glad that one day my college timings changed for the afternoon.
One night we were watching an anal video where females were getting fucking in the ass. My mom was giving me a hand job and I orgasmed in her palms. I asked her as we were going to sleep,"How did it feel when you werefucked in the ass,by papa?"
Mom told me smilingly that she was very tired with the work. She told me to sleep as she had to get up early and go to the temple.
I got up at 5.00 clock. Mom was brushing her teeth in the washbasin.
Mom was looking at herself in the mirror admiring herself. What a sexy whore she is, I thought. I looked at her ass looking tight firm and round in her white gown. I felt a strange desire to grab her butt.
Sukanya looked at me and looked at the tent formed at the shorts. She gave a warm smile and told me,"Go pee, you look so disgusting down there."
I knew that this is the way of her teasing me. Girls always cover up the things they love sexually but telling something like ' disgusting'. In face they love disgusting things. Bitches, all of them. She was reading my mind. Sukanya asked me,"what are you thinking?"
I said,"You are the one who eats it and gets fucked by it and now it is disgusting!"
She smiled and said,"Okay just pee and come because it looks funny with that huge thing sticking up your shorts."
I knew that it was hurting her eyes. But I did not listen to her. She came back to the bed with the tea. She sat close to me as I watched the ITV. They were playing a Hindi song which featured Priyanka chopra. My erection was getting harder as she shook her Mom looked at the effect the song was having on me. She remarked,"Priyanka is turning you on, I can see your dick jumping ..."
I said"Her ass is so hot,even if she farts, I would sniff it"
She made a face and told me," My..my....With a morning erection like this, anything can make you horny.
I told her," Mom, who do you think has the sexiest ass in Bollywood?"
She laughed and told me,"I am a woman, how do I know?"
I said,"I love Amisha's, Bipasha's, Madhuri's Urmila's bums."
She said,"Because they are big and round, aren't they?"
I nodded. Sukanya told me,"God knows how many producers they have given their asses to fuck."
"What about Priyanka?" I asked.
She told me,"See if a woman's ass shakes when she walks up and down, it means she could be fucked in the ass. In bollywood, producers need to get a piece of ass, if they have to give a role. It is common sense. Beta, this world is dirty. To get to the top you have to show your bottom. Priyanka might have also done it. Mostly Punju girls are fucked in the ass because their men are big butt freaks."
"How about you mom, how many times?"
"Manoj was an ass freak. He fucked me once only but it was very enjoyable. Sridhar does not like to do it there. He thinks it is filthy."
"Should we do it?"
"Do you want to put your butt in danger, you are going to be late. Anal intercourse requires time ,otherwise it could be painful."
I loved her talk. I removed my dick out of my shorts and began to show it to her. She told me,"You have to go to college, stop this thing, you will be late, close the tv and freshen up."
I gulped the tea. She went to the basin. I asked her from the drawing room," Are you going anywhere?"
" I will go to the temple for the pooja, karva chauth. Then to the doctor."
I asked,"Why?"
She replied,"I am feeling bloated. Yesterday chicken tandoori is making me feel constipated. I passed motions early after I woke up but it was very little."
She was searching for something in the kitchen and when she did it she had to bend. Her ass looking tightly wrapped in the gown was making me mad. I just went and touched her ass. "Mom I want to kiss your ass"
Before she could answer me anything, I began to move my tongue around her earlobe and neck, turning her on. I cupped her braless boobs through the gown. She forgot about her schedule and my work and just stood there giving herself to me as I nuzzled the back of her neck and started fondling her ass. I whispered in her ears,"Sukanya teri gand tho sab heroine ko maat dengi(your ass will beat the butts of all heroines)
I lifted her gown up and I saw her white panty. I bent down and kissed the undercurve of her ass tracing my tongue to her asscrack. I removed it down so that it slipped down to her legs. I had tasted and done many things to her cunt. Now it was my turn to see that her ass gets due respects. I began to luxuriate in the warm heat of her naughty bums. I began to kiss those wholesome half moons of pleasure which my father had kissed. I parted her cheeks and looked at that lovely sexy shithole. She was moaning in pleasure as I began to gently lick her butthole. I put my finger inside her anus and explored digging her shitchannel. It was morning and I knew that the only thing I would find would be shit. I removed my finger and tasted it...delicious. Then I began to lick again parting the cheeks. Due to my pressure, she could not supress a fart which escaped her bumhole and filled my senses. The gas smelled heavenly as it aroused me. She looked at me and saw me. She apologized for indiscretion but I continued licking her anus. I knew that mom's anus could not take the torture of my wicked tongue. I kept on tonguing and fingering her anus making the hole bigger so that it could take my cock inside.
I took a banana which was lying on the table, peeled it and inserted it in her ass. The cold banana made her shiver in excitement. Due to the feel of her ass heat and the grip, the banana broke. She looked at my perversion and asked me,"What are you doing to my ass?"
I answered,"Banana is good for constipation" Some pieces of banana was stuck in her butt crack.As I explored her anus with the banana coated finger, I felt her hard shit in her rectum getting softer. I removed my finger and began to taste....it was like tasting her shit and banana together. I knew her shit channel has become clearer now.
As I cleared the banana out of her ass, she farted again with a prrrrr sound. She looked at me and blamed me,"If you torture my asshole this way, what can you expect?" This time there was just a faint smell. "Are you sniffing it?"
I got up and gave some banana which was left on the table for her to eat. She looked at me and said,"I am sorry, you should have moved out when I farted. It is dangerous."
I told her,"Your farts aroused me because they come out of your ass, anything from your ass is sexy."
We smooched sharing the banana between us. I was fingering her pussy. I told her,"Mom I dont want to go to college today"
She moaned,"You know what I am feeling a lot more better now. I am not feeling constipated anymore."
I asked her,"Will you allow me to fuck your ass?
She smiled as I twiddled with her clitoris,"if you ahhhn...do it this way then I will come from both sides, from my cunt and ass."
I stopped the kissing and asked,"What?"
She laughed and said,"I feeling like shitting."
I put my finger in her ass and said,"Even I feel it."
We went to the toilet. She squatted on the commode. I looked at her ass which protruded sexily at my face. I looked at her anus which had become fairly big opening and shutting. It opened once again and a huge shiny brown turd emerged out slowly and fell on the pan.
I kissed her ass and said,"Sukanya that was a biggie."
She looked embarrassed because she was shitting in front of her son. But then I had cured her of her discomfort and I was seeing the results. She was making an effort to eliminate her waste. I could see it in her face which looked beautiful. She farted again with a whoosh sound and an obscene smell.
Sukanya said,"It stinks, please leave, it will smell more."
I showed her my erect penis. I told her,"It is turning me on, mom to see young sexy girls shitting and farting. By the way I thought women dont fart as much as men."
She was peeing now. She answered me,"Ofcourse women fart as much. But they dont make an issue of it. They do it in secret or in the loo. Even your Priyanka chopra farts."
"Pure methane and sulphur" I said. She laughed with me.
I told her how one day I had masturbated on her turds. She looked at me in bewilderment. But I knew that such talk and actions of a horny kid like me was turning her on too.
She smiled and said,"I never knew you could be such a devil."
I asked her,"Is it over?"
She did not respond. I could see her lovely face contorted and then I checked her behind. Her ass was opening and in a sudden blast there was a shower of crap of all shapes and sizes coming out.
Then she farted again with a popping sound as it echoed in the room and then she shat some more as I watched with interest at the shiny logs popping out.
She looked behind me and said," I guess it is over, I might have dumped a load."
She had indeed dumped a huge load, I couldnt believe sexy women were such sexy shitters. It was such a preety sight. "It is a neat choco pie" I teased her. She was embarrassed but I kissed her and said," sit right there, I will wash." I flushed her contents.
I washed her anus with the water. She told me not to do that because it was a demeaning act but did not listen to her. After hers was over, I felt like shitting. She asked me,"Do you wanna potty?"
I said,"yes."
I did it infront of her. She cleaned me after I was over. Then we headed to the bathroom. In the bathroom we were engaged in kissing, pressing each other's balls and ass. I told her to bend against the shower railing as I washed her ass and soaped her asshole. It was the drier side of the bathroom. I indulged in another round of foreplay as I licked her shithole and kissed it. The n as she was bend doggie style, I put my dick inside her anus and began to slow move it in and out. She began to moan as she got a cock inside her ass after a lot of time. She was enjoying the pleasure as i mounted her ass. My speed increased as I tweaked her nipples and gave it to her ass hard and furious. I thought I was tearing her apart. She was shouting,"Fuck me you big dick bastard, apni maa ka gand maar madarchodh."
I was pounding inside her as I left her hand from her tits and caught her ass cheeks seperating it more. My other finger was exploring her cunt and clitoris. I also screamed,"Yesss..you farting horny sexy assed bitch take my lund inside..yes yess ahhhh"
She was moaning,"unnnnghghhhg mat roko aur zor se zorr seee.
I did not know it was paining her but she was hitting her ass back at me taking my dick inside.
I was screaming,"I am coming bitch, your ass is so tight, my dick is squaaashhhed...ah ah"
I felt like I was coming. She increased the pressure of her ass hiting it back with my dick, her cunning hand juggling my balls. I began to shoot my come inside her anus. I was tired and collapsed on her back, my dick still connected in her ass, tired and softening. She was gasping, sweating like a bitch.
Suddenly I felt like peeing. I began to pee inside my mom's buns. She felt the hot liquid inside her rectum. She immediately removed her ass away from pee."Dont do that, it burns, tereko moothne ke liye mera gand mila."
I said that it just happened and I was still peeing. I aimed the spray on her thighs. I pushed her down and before she could realize I had sprayed her face with pee.

I had not peed from morning so the flow was high and I knew I had bathed her entirely with urine.
After that we had to take a bath again to remove all the mess. Mom was experiencing pain in her asshole. She told me it was not because of anal intercourse but because of hot pee. I applied dettol in her asshole. She was okay and alright in half an hour. She told me that she had to go the temple. I dropped her to the temple in the rickshaw.
I cupped her now familiar ass when she got from the rickshaw. You can imagine how close mom and I are. She gives her ass readily to me and we are not tired. We fuck in all the possible positions and places in the house, kitchen, bedroom bathroom toilet etc. Only when dad comes, we know we have to be careful. Mom is happy that her lover and papa is born again in my form.
Now let me tell you of Akash whom I had a fight with over mom. Mom told me that he was trying to charm her. He is a rich kid. I told mom that if she wants to have a sexual fling with she can, it is her life. Mom told that she would only take him to fuck her in a condom. Akash had even agreed to pay her 1000 bucks per session of fuck. Mom told me that Akash has kept it secret and would not tell anyone.
Now my mom being sexually active has satisfied him so much that he is addicted to her. Mom told me that she is using him as a sweet revenge. Since he had insulted her earlier and fought with me, she is going to take his money and save it. I could use the money to date Akash's sister who is also a money hunting bitch. I have fucked Akash's sister Riya by dating her and lavishing her with the money that Akash bring to my mom.
My mom is so good that she always let me see Akash fucking her or the oral intercourse, or vaginal intercourse. She has never given her ass to him, telling that it is painful. With Sridhar her husband it is straight forward penis to vagina intercourse. But with me we have sex in all varieties and form. At times she has let me fuck her without a condom but she gets disturbed so I dont do much of that. Sukanya tells me that her ass is only for her true lovers Manoj and his son that is me. You guys should see the extreme pleasure on Akash's face as his dick is sucked by mom. Thanks to mom, I have made Akash's demurely clad sister Riya a real whore and cocksucker training her with the fine art of dick sucking.
My mom tells me that every woman by the time she is 40 might have seen atleast ten cocks in her life and played around with an average of five. My mom has so many lovers, Manoj, sridhar,the village boy, Akash and me.
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The worst of it started on a tuesday, a day that Andy embraced for this day brought him into his element of literature with English Class.  There, he not only communed with the great writers, learning thier arts and thier passions, but he got to see Danielle, the cute girl who was assigned his table.  Though a bit chubby in her cheeks and butt, Danielle's breasts had filled out to a marvelous C. Short, dirty blonde hair fell to her shoulders that, when the light caught it just right, looked like the very rays of the sun in the morning over the horizen.  Atleast, that's how Andy saw it.  The only bad part, was that his peeks at her beauty were fleeting.  You see, at the table also sat Jason Cross, a rather illtempered a jealous boy.  Jealous of anyone that stared at Danielle.  Rumor had it, the two had had sex, a regular scandal in the school.

The day started as usual, a chair was pulled out of the way and Andy tumbled to the ground.  Danielle looked away-He never could tell if she was laughing-and Jason's evil cackle was heard just seconds before the Teacher came in.  Ms. DeLuca was a pear shaped woman with loud curly red hair and a bit more energy than her age permitted.

"Ok ok, Class, Lets begin! we were reading Sidhartha by Hermon Hesse, Right Huh?" she said, daring the children to answer.  A few smiled and, almost mockingly, whoo hooed her. "No, I asked you all to prepare a brief synopsis on the book thus far."  She looked around the room and her eyes settled on Andy.  She smiled and moved her hands in a raising motion.

"Mr Porter, please do us the honor and read what your take on the book thus far." Andy smiled, proud of his acknowledgement by Ms DeLuca, and stood.

"Certainly, ma'am," he said, ignoring Jason's mocking gestures, "Sidharta, at this point in the book, has left his monastic life to pursue pleasures of the flesh.  He began to eat meat, drink wine and even..um..be with..women" he blushed a bit and turned away.  His eyes, by sheer accident were locked onto Danielle-She was smiling back, he face a bit red.

"Faggot, "blurted Jason's gruff voice ",It's called sex"  The rest of the class laughed, except Ms DeLuca.  Crossing her arms over her chest, she scowled at the young boy.  Baseball player or no, he was not acting up in HER class!

"Well, Mr Cross, should I assume that YOU did this assignment as well? Jason froze for a second and scowled at Andy. 

The locker room was steamed hot as, in towels, jason and three friends sat around waiting for the shower to clear.

"Lil fuck! Saw him looking at her again, "Jason snapped.  His friends, Danny and Todd, backed off a bit.  They knew when ge got mad things often gor violent.  Danny spoke first.

"Danielle won't do anything with him,"He assured, "He's a fuckin' nerd! No way she'll touch that!"  Then, Todd said something. That one thing that will seal fates.

"Guys like that should be gay." Jason nodded and stood, undoing his towel.  His cut cock was erect, 7 inches long.  He walked to the shower, his eyes narrowed.

"Oh He is...I'll show him he is."

Andy ascended the bus stairs and made his way between the two rows of seats.  He picked out one, empty as usualy, and went to sit down.  before he could, a hand jammed him in the back, pushing him toward the rear of the bus.  he heard a voice behind him, a raspy, gruff voice that he knew too well.

"Move it, fag!  You're sittin' with me!" said Jason, his massive mit slamming into the bookbag on Andy's back.  As they approched the back, Jason slid into the furthest seat in the back on the window side, pulling Andy with him.  Danny, Todd and a group of other boys, all from the baseball team, sat in the three seats nearby.  Danny, moving fast as lightning, lunged forward and shoved a sock into Andy's mouth.  "Got him, Jason"  Jason's voice came from behind Andy as the teenaged boy felt a hand reach around his pants' waistband.

"Don't ever look at her again, Fag.  I'll fuckin' kill you, you hear?" His voice was filled with hate.  Jason began to fumble with the buttons on his fly.  Andy could only mutter out a response. "What?"asked Jason" Did you say you're not a fag?  Well, you will be."  The other boys, in on the entire assault, turned to hide the two from view.  Most kids sat in the middle, free from bullies and close to the door.  Andy was trapped.  He felt his pants yanked free, his underware pulled away from his smooth butt.  He started to shake, he started to cry.  The sound of a zipper echoed behind him.  With frightened urgency, Andy struggled, but Danny held him at bay.  he felt Jason shift in the seat behind him, something warm and hard against his shaking ass.  What was going on?  What was he going to do?

His questions were soon answered as Jason positioned his cock between Andy's cheeks and drove headlong into his virgin ass.  Andy tried to scream, but the sock in his mouth muffled him.  He cried out, but none would hear him.  Jason drove, balls deep, and pulled back, pumping ever harder.  The Bus lurched as it moved.  The bus driver had not seen!  jason's savage fucking continued unabatted.  Danny, however, began to stirr.

"Jeez, Jason, He's just like a girl"he exclaimed as he too, undid his zipper.  The sock came out of Andy's mouth, replaced by a semi hard cock from Danny's jeans. "Suck, you fuck piece of shit!  or I'll drive a pencin in your eye!"  Not a very creative threat, but Andy obey, sucking the hardening member into his mouth, jerking forward as Jason's dick ripped him open.  Danny's hands gripped the back of Andy's head, driving his mouth down further over the engulfed shaft.  Jason grunted, pulling back and driving it home with all his might.  A bit of blood coated Jason's dick, as it violated the young teenaged Andy.  Andy gagged, Danny's cock driving further into his untouched throat.  Then, a burst of warmth shot into his mouth, Danny's face winced as he came.  His cock spasmed and shook as he let go of Andy's head.  Crying, Andy said not a word.  Danny's hand clamped his mouth and pinched his nose in one motion, causing poor Andy to swallow the load as Jason groaned and gave him another.  The Bus creaked to a hault, as It had many times during this whole ordeal.

"Porter, Your stop" said the driver

Quickly, The Boys got, andy dressed and pushed him out to the aisle.  As andy passed, dumbfounded and hurting, the busdriver stared at him-and smiled.  Andy staggered off the bus and, as it drove away, he fell to his knees and wept.

The Bus Driver knew all along!

"Can I still see him now?" she asked, referring to Brian.  "Of course, dear," her mother said, "as long as you keep up in school."  One thing Melissa knew was now she was Brian's dog and she would be loyal to him byremaining with him. She could go to school and do her homework at her parents' house, but at night she would continue to run around naked, shit in the yard, and be told how much of a good girl she was and be fucked by her master.

She ran over to Brian to tell him but stopped when she saw the look in his eye.  He pointed to her parents and told her to go with them,that she was trained now.  Her heart sank.  

Wrapping her in a coat, her parents drove her home.  She sat pouting in the car all the way there.  She had been fucked and thrown away.  They pulled into the driveway and she got out.  Her parents unlocked the collar and she  ran up the stairs, throwing the coat off and running into her room.

She was still naked and sat crying there when her brother came in.  He did not seem to mind that she was naked.  She told him about how she had been treated and how she didn't have a master now.  Her brother was 21 and visiting home on break from college.  He leaned over and kissed her neck.  "You know, I've always wanted a dog."

That made her  sit up and feel happy.  She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled her into him, wrapping her legs around his body.  She pulled him onto the bed and kissed him.  He quickly began pulling his clothes off and she saw that his cock had grown stiff and was enormous.  She yapped playfully as he slid it into her and started fucking her.

 Emily was properly impressed. "The best Charles has done this week is to give it to me three times one day, and I had to spend a considerable amount of time sucking to keep him interested in this old body."

 The game the four would be playing was called "victim" and for starters that would be Andrew who had drawn the lowest card. The object of the game was to sexually exhaust the victim in a manner that would not be harmful.

 As Emily described it, "We want Andrew to think that if he cums one more time he will surely have a heart attack, then make him cum at eat twice more. We also want Andrew to totally lose all his sexual inhibitions. Before tonight is over he will suck my husband's cock and either swallow the cum or serve it to myself or Marsha."

 Andrew grimaced at this remark, but Marsha was secretly thrilled at the prospect of watching her handsome husband greedily sucking on Charles. "Do you need assistance in disrobing?" asked Emily, a gentle hint for Marsha to commit to the game. The two women quickly proceeded to strip off down to their underwear.

 "This should be sufficiently stimulating for round one," observed Emily, now wearing only  matching bikinis and bra and a contrasting garter belt that was more functional than erotic. Her large melons strained the half-cup bra revealing most of her breasts plus the outline of the fat nipples that poked out through the flimsy material. Andrew's cock began to harden as he stared at her voluptuous body. "How charming!" gushed Emily.

 It was a truly amazing night. Andrew came once before the ladies needed to remove their underwear. The youthful groom reacted strongly to the expert bout of sucking, kissing and licking that his long, stiff member received from his charming teasers. Emily took the lead, instructing his bride in some of the tricks she had learned. Charles screwed Marsha while she kissed Andrew and Emily sucked him off.

 Andrew sucked the cum from his wife's cunt as she lapped away on Emily's shaved pussy. Marsha and Emily teamed up to make Andrew cum for a second time, their mouths working on his throbbing cock until it spilled another load into Emily's mouth. She in turn kissed her husband and he swallowed the cum she transferred to his mouth.

 Emily and Marsha did a sixty-nine while Charles jerked Andrew off until he was hard enough for Emily to mount and ride to still another ejaculation, his third. Now Charles worked a bullet vibrator in and out of Andrew's asshole while Emily smeared his cock with an ointment that stimulated blood flow, making it easier for him to attain another erection. Marsha licked Andrew's nipples and groin as Emily pumped his hardening cock in her tight fist.

 At Emily's direction, the young wife settled her bottom onto Andrew's face and quickly felt his tongue begin to worm its way into her tight asshole. As she thrilled to what her husband  was doing, Marsha watched with growing lust as Emily varied the speed, angle and length of the strokes she gave him. "This time I want him to fuck your asshole," she said as her arm tirelessly pumped away.

 It seemed like Andrew's cock was in her virgin asshole for hours; in fact Emiy said it was more like fifteen minutes,an impressive length of time for both of them. Twice Emily had pulled his cock from Marsha's asshole, once to jack it to full hardness, the other to suck, then jack it again. Charles has fondled her small breasts and trailed wet kisses across her stomach and the insides of her thighs. Marsha was amazed at how her tight asshole adjusted to her husband's pistoning prick.

 When he fnally came,shooting an impressive load onto her belly and pubic hair, she was almost disappointed. Emily attacked his cum with gusto and sucked up every trace, feeding it slowly into Marsha's mouth and grinning broadly as the young bride swallowed the salty offering with relish.

 Reviving Andrew for another round was accomplished with some difficulty, but finally he was mindlessly thrusting between Emily's oiled breasts while Marsha licked the head when it popped up. Emily then squatted over him and rubbed the head of his cock up and down her fat lipped, shaved slot. Meanwhile Marsha was running a small but powerful vibrator up and down her husband's throbbing, twitching cock and circling his balls whenever the opportunity presented itself.

 Once more Charles took Marsha, screwing her in a number of positions while her husband watched and Emily methodically jacked him off. When Charles came, it was Emily who sucked the cum from Marsha's cunt.  Charles occupied himself by resuming the stimulation of Andrew's now enlarged prostate gland.

 Once more Marsha was positioned so that her husband could penetrate her bottom. Emily very carefully fed his stiff dick up Marsha's bunghole, and then moved back to watch him start to fuck his young bride's rectum. Marsha accommodated his hard cock quickly and he settled into a rhythm consisting of a series of deep thrusts followed by a short burst of rapid short ones.

 Marsha watched Emily begin to suck off her husband. After a few minutes she pulled Andrew's shaft from his wife's asshole and gave it a good sucking to restore its full hadness. Once more she threaded his prick into his wife, who then picked up where she had left off. Soon thanks to Emily's proficient oral skills, Charles was completely hard and now he positioned himself close to Andrew's head, his hard cock inches from the young husband's mouth. Andrew ignored him initially, then leaned closer and opened his mouth to accept the bald man's prick.

 For the next ten minutes the quartet kept their positions, Andrew was swallowing as much of Charles' cock as he could, while also thrusting in and out of his wife's tight, hot asshole. Emily was settled between Andrew's spread thighs, licking and kissing his swollen balls as Marsha made her husband's willy disappear and reappear with regularity.

 Finally the women changed places. Now Emily straddled the young groom in the reverse cowgirl position and her dripping cunt swallowed every inch of his stiff shaft, which was once more as hard as steel thanks to the vigorous hand job she had provided before mounting him. Marsha was running her tongue around her husband's tight balls, then moving up to work on Emily's shaved pussy,circling the fat lips of her twat before once more moving down to Andrew's balls. All the while Andrew was sucking Charles with enthusiasm, fulfilling Emily's prediction. For the next few minutes, Marsha  licked and sucked, Emily groaned and bounced her plump body up and down on Andrew's flat stomach, and he in turn sucked Charles and pumped Emily.

 The area around the big bed reeked of sweat, cum and pussy juice. The sound of bare skin slapping against bare skin punctuated by moans and groans were the only sounds being generated by the foursome as they fucked and sucked like lust crazed animals. Charles came first, filling the young groom's mouth with a load of watery cum, this being the third time he'd come tonight. Emily insisted that she get her husband's cum from Andrew. While the transfer was being made, Marsha took over and jerked off her husband with quick,short strokes, determined to make him spurt once more to demonstrate his potency and manliness. The older couple left the bed and sat nearby, playing with each other's private parts and observing her efforts.

 After a few minutes Emily said, "Need a hand?" The play on words made everyone except  Andrew laugh. He was too busy willing himself to cum. Emily's practiced hand and Marsha's enthusiastic mouth soon had the young groom on the verge of releasing the contents of his churning testicles.

 Emily tormented him no end, bringing him to the edge with her skilled hand and then releasing his twitching cock to flop and twitch helplessly, unable to get over that last obstacle. Again and again the plump brunette stroked Andrew to the brink,only to leave him hanging. Marsha got into the game by giving her helpless husband an incredible blowjob, nice and sloppy with plenty of  slobbering, smooching and teeth play, leaving her imprints up and down his bloated cock. Over and over she let his rock hard tuning fork of a prick slip from her mouth as soon as she sensed he was ready to erupt like a volcano.

 The teasing torture of his manhood grew more intense. Now Emily would slowly squeeze Andrew's swollen scrotum as his wife brought him closer and closer to cumming. However the pressure and pain always won out, leaving him sobbing in frustration. "Oh that's music to my ears." she gushed. At last the women took pity on him and settled down on either side of his thick length of cock, passing it back and forth from one mouth to the other until with a long drawn-out moan he began to spurt in Emily's mouth. When he finished his ejaculation, the plump brunette spilled his cum into Marsha's mouth and she in turn fed it to Andrew, who by now had no pride left and made no effort to resist.

   ( To be continued - jethro jodhpur )