“Holy fuck Paris, I am sooooo drunk!” Britney laughed.

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  “MMMMMMMMM it was sooooo good.” Britney said as she slid lower in the seat letting her short black skirt ride up her legs. “Did you see the way Hilary and Haley Duff were dancing with each other? God it was so hot.”

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  “Yeah I know, they were really turning me on. I can only imagine what they are going to do later.” Paris said as she looked down at Britney’s exposed pussy. “I bet that sweet pussy of yours is so wet.”

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  “Oh yeah, I’m so horny I think I’m gonna explode.”

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  “Play with it for me.” Paris said with a smile. “Slide your finger over your clit and think how good it will feel when my tongue does the same.”

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  Britney slowly ran her finger down her slit, sliding it into her wet pussy before circling her engorged clit. “Oh Paris I want your tongue in my pussy again. I’ve never had anyone eat me like you do and there’s nobody I’d rather eat than you.”

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  “Oh really, what about Jamie Lynn? You told me last time how you have fantasized about eating your little sister’s pussy and making her scream with pleasure.”

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  Britney rubbed her clit faster as the image of Jamie lying in front of her nude with her legs spread wide danced in her head. “MMMMMMM yeah I’d love to make Jamie scream. But tonight I want your sweet pussy.” She said as she leaned over to kiss Paris.

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  Paris gave her a small quick peck on the lips then pulled away and said. “I want to see you with Jamie first. She’s staying at your place tonight isn’t she?”

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  “You know she is, but how can I get her to? I mean she doesn’t know about us or that I go both ways.”

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  “Come on Brit, everybody suspects that we mess around. Besides just think about that sweet young pussy and it’s your sister’s too.”

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  Britney moaned and rubbed her clit faster thinking about Jamie. Paris slipped a finger into her own soaking wet pussy then pulled it out and put it up to Britney’s mouth. She quickly sucked it in and licked it clean. Britney was on the verge of a huge orgasm when Paris smiled and said. “Don’t cum yet. Save it if you want to feel my tongue.”

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  “Fuck I’m so close. Please let me cum.”

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  “NO! Not yet! I want Jamie to see her big sister cum.” Paris said with an evil grin. She loved be in charge and she knew Britney would do whatever she told her to do. “Now reach over here and rub my pussy. Make me cum before we get to your house.”

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  Britney slid her middle finger into Paris’ juicy cunt then slipped a second and then a third in as well. As the fingers of her right hand slid in and out she rubbed Paris’ clit with her left. She could feel her own clit throbbing and her pussy contracting as she worked to get her friend off.

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  Paris was having a hard time driving and she bit her lower lip as she felt her orgasm approaching. “Oh yes Brit, finger my pussy! What would your fans think if they could see you with your fingers in my cunt?”

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  Paris’ hips were jerking as she pulled into Britney’s drive. As she stopped the car and put it in park her thighs held Britney’s hand in place while her pussy spasmed and her juices squirted onto the expensive leather seats of her car.

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  “OH FUCK YES!!! THAT’S IT!!! MAKE ME CUM BITCH!!!”

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  Britney bit her lip to keep from screaming too as a small orgasm swept over her. She didn’t want to upset Paris but she couldn’t help it. She always got off when she made Paris cum.

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  Jamie Lynn heard the car pull up and she was surprised Britney was home so early. It was only a little past midnight and she usually didn’t get home till 4 or 5AM. She quickly composed herself; she had been looking at the pictures of Britney on the net and slowly rubbing her own shaved pussy. She wished she was older so she could do some of the stuff Britney did and like most teenage girls she secretly lusted after Britney, even though she is her sister.

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  Fourteen year old Jamie wasn’t a virgin; she had had some wild encounters with the cast of All That when she was on that show and now that she was doing Zoey101 she enjoyed spending time with some of her co-stars. Especially Sean Flynn and Erin Sanders, Chase and Quinn on the show, they had had several hot times together and separately.

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  Britney and Paris staggered through the door, Paris was holding Britney up. Jamie saw the shape her sister was in and ran to help. As Britney’s arm went around Jamie’s shoulder her hand brushed against her small breast. Jamie shivered when she felt her sister’s hand on her boob and her nipples immediately became hard little pebbles. Britney felt Jamie’s nipple stiffen and gave her boob a little squeeze.

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  “My oh my, my baby sister is really growing up.” Britney said smiling at Paris. “Paris I think her boobs are as big as yours.”

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  “MMMMMMM I think you’re right.” Paris said, slurring her words more than necessary so she would appear drunker than she was. Then she reached out and squeezed Jamie’s left breast feeling the hard nipple against her hand. “And they are so nice and firm too.”

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  Jamie was shocked that Britney and Paris were feeling her boobs but she could also feel her pussy contract with excitement. She was even more shocked when Britney pulled her arm from Paris’ shoulder and lifted her top showing Jamie her large sagging breasts and said. “Mine used to be that firm. Now after two kids they just lay here.”

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  Jamie’s mouth was dry. Even though Britney’s stomach wasn’t as flat as it once was and her tits did sag she was still sexy as hell. Jamie was still standing there staring when Paris shocked her even more by leaning over and taking Britney’s nipple in her mouth.

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  Her mind raced and she asked herself. “What do I do? Here is billionaire Paris Hilton sucking on my sister’s boob.” She was snapped back to reality when she felt Britney press her lips to hers and then Britney’s tongue licking her lips begging to be let inside. Jamie moaned and threw all caution to the wind as she opened her mouth to let her sister’s tongue dance with her own.

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  While Britney and Jamie kissed and felt each other’s breasts Paris went back to her car and got black bag that contained all her “special” toys. When she walked back into the living room Britney was lifting Jamie’s pink top over her head exposing her small teenage breasts. Each one was topped with a small pink nipple standing hard and proud. Paris walked up to the sisters and said. “Come on girls; let’s go to Britney’s room. We can all be more comfortable there.”

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  They walked into Britney’s lavish bedroom with it’s over sized king size bed and quickly discarded the rest of their clothes. Jamie moaned as Paris and Britney each began sucking one of her sensitive nipples. Her pussy was wet and aching and she nearly exploded when she felt Britney’s finger slide over her slit. Jamie shivered as Britney slid first one then two fingers into her little sister.

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  Paris moved away from the sisters and sat in a chair her legs spread and her hand slowly rubbing her wet pussy. She reached into her bag and pulled out a nine inch cock shaped vibrator. Turning it on she rubbed it over her clit and slowly slipped it into her billion dollar pussy.

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  “That’s it Brit, show your little sister how you can make a girl cum.”  Paris moaned sliding the vibrator deeper in her cunt.

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  Britney kissed her way down Jamie’s smooth stomach, pausing briefly to toy with her navel and the small diamond that hung from it. She kissed lower enjoying the smoothness of Jamie’s freshly shaved pussy. As she moved lower her mind was overwhelmed by the sweet fragrance of Jamie’s aroused pussy.

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  “Jamie I love you so much and I’ve wanted to do this for so long. You’re so beautiful.” Britney moaned then buried her face in Jamie’s young pussy.

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  “BRITNEY!!! YESSSS!!! OH PLEASE DON”T STOP!! I”VE WANTED YOU TOO!!!!” Jamie squealed and her legs squeezed Britney’s head as her sister’s talented tongue danced on and in her pussy.

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 “Oh yeah Brit eat your little sister’s cunt! Make that little bitch cum!”

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  Britney’s tongue slid deep inside Jamie then up to her clit circling it then sucking the little nub into her mouth. While she licked Jamie her hand was busy rubbing her own clit. She licked back down her slit but went past her tasty honey pot and Jamie’s hips jerked when she felt Britney’s tongue slide over her tiny asshole. She licked all around it then pushed her tongue into her tiny pucker.

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  “OH MY GOD BRIT, EAT MY ASS!!! OH FUCK THAT FEELS FUCKING GREAT!!!”

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  Paris watched Britney, the all American pop princess, working her tongue deep in her little sister’s ass and she knew Jamie would be cumming soon. She had felt Britney’s tongue up her ass and she knew the pleasure it caused. She moved her vibrator faster, wanting to time her orgasm so she could cum with Jamie.

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  Jamie had her fingers tangled in Britney’s hair and was grinding her ass into her face. She could feel her stomach tighten and her legs shaking as her orgasm rapidly approached. Just when she thought she would explode Britney moved her mouth back to her clit and slid a finger up her tight ass. That was all Jamie could stand and her whole body convulsed as her juices covered Britney’s face.

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  “OH FUCK I’M CUMMING!!!!! LICK MY PUSSY BITCH!!! OH YEEESSSS!!!!”

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  Paris saw Jamie cumming and shoved the vibrator as deep as she could with one hand while she pulled her nipple with the other. Her legs were shaking and just a tiny squeak escaped her lips as her pussy contracted and her juices covered her hand and the chair.

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  Britney licked Jamie till the convulsions stopped. Then she crawled up be side her and smiled as she asked. “How was that baby sister? Do you like the way I can make you cum?”

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  “Hell yes I like it. I just wish we had done it sooner. We’ve wasted so much time with other people when we could have been loving each other.” Jamie said with a tear running down her cheek as she hugged Britney. “Now it’s my turn to make you happy. Just lay back and let me lick my big sister’s sweet pussy.”

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  Jamie kissed along her jaw to her ear where she gently nibbled the lobe then ran her tongue all around it and inside causing Britney to shiver and a small moan to escape her lips. Jamie kissed down her neck to her breasts, which even though they weren’t as firm as they once were they were still sexy as hell, and took her large erect nipple in her mouth and sucked like a little baby starving for milk. She moved lower kissing Britney’s slightly flabby belly licking around her sexy navel.

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  Paris was digging in her bag as Jamie finally reached Britney’s smooth pussy. She saw Britney’s hips jerking, grinding her pussy against Jamie’s face. She found what she was looking for and pulled a massive twelve inch strapon dildo from her bag, it was Britney’s favorite. She also pulled a smaller vibrator out as well.

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  Jamie had three fingers buried in Britney’s wet pussy while her tongue circled her clit. She was shocked when Britney grabbed her arm and moaned. “More Jamie, more fingers.” Jamie did what her sister asked and slipped her fourth finger in but Britney was still pulling her arm so she held her thumb against her palm and pushed. Suddenly her whole hand was inside Britney. She had heard about fisting even seen it on the net but to actually be fist fucking her older sister was blowing her mind.

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  “OH FUCK JAMIE, SHOVE YOUR FIST INTO ME!!! GOD I LOVE IT!!! FUCK MY CUNT WITH YOUR FIST!!! MAKE ME YOUR BITCH!!! OH FUCK!!!”

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  Paris heard Britney and stared. She couldn’t believe it this was better than she had hoped for. She stared as Jamie moved her fist in and out of Britney. Pussy juice coated her arm almost to her elbow as she fucked Britney harder and faster. Jamie felt Britney’s pussy contract then a flood of hot sticky juices flooded around her arm spraying all over her and the bed.

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  “FUUUCK MMMEEEEE!!!!!” Britney screamed just before she collapsed and passed out from the extreme pleasure she was feeling and all the alcohol she had drank earlier.

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  Jamie was worried and she cried as she pulled her hand from her sister’s well fucked and satisfied cunt. “Britney, are you ok? Please be alright, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

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  Paris saw Jamie was worried and rushed to the bed. She saw Britney was breathing steadily and she lifted Jamie’s face to hers and said. “She’s alright baby, she just drank too much tonight. She’ll be just fine.” As she said this she leaned forward pressing her lips to Jamie’s then sliding her tongue into the younger girl’s mouth.

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  Jamie broke the kiss and said. “Paris you are so sexy. How long have you and my sister been messing around?”

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 “Ever since the first night we went clubbing, I’ve always thought Britney was so hot and when I finally got the chance I took it. Now I want you too Jamie.”

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  Jamie saw the huge dildo in Paris’ hand she swallowed hard and asked. “What are you gonna do with that?”

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  “Well I was going to have you fuck Britney with it but I guess that can wait till later.” She laughed as she dropped it on the bed beside Britney. “But I do have another toy you might enjoy.” She reached in her bag and pulled out an eighteen inch double headed dildo. It wasn’t as thick as the strapon but Jamie’s eyes were still wide as she stared at it.

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  “You’re kidding, right?”

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  “No just lie on your back and we can both enjoy it.”

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  Jamie was nervous but she did as she was told and Paris rubbed one end of the dildo with lube then slowly inserted it into Jamie’s young pussy. She moaned as she felt the head stretch her as it slid easily in, she had been fucked by quite a few boys but none of their cocks were as thick as this. Paris moved it slowly in and out letting Jamie get used to it as she fed more and more into her pussy. Finally she had about half of it inside her, Jamie had never felt so full but damn it felt good.

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  Paris saw Jamie was relaxing and enjoying the dildo so she coated the other head with lube and positioned it at the mouth of her own very excited pussy. She put her left leg under Jamie’s right and scooted closer sliding the dildo into her pussy. She moaned as she slid closer and closer till it disappeared.

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  “Now Jamie rock your pussy back and forth just like you’re getting fucked.” Paris moaned as she started a slow gyration of her hips. She alternated gripping and releasing it with her pussy so it was sliding in and out of both their pussies. As they each rocked their hips they reached down and rubbed their clits.

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  They were both moaning loudly which woke Britney. She saw Paris and her sister impaled on the dildo and it was such a turn on she grabbed the strapon Paris had dropped and shoved it deep into her pussy. “That’s it Paris fuck my sister. Teach her how to please you.”

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  Paris and Jamie both looked when they heard Britney. Paris smiled and started humping faster while Jamie stared in awe as Britney shoved that entire huge dildo up her pussy. The sounds and smells of sex filled the room as the three of them fucked themselves to massive orgasms before falling asleep. Only to enjoy a wild time the next morning.

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" oh so that what i look like when sucking cock!" Beth joked, we are identical after all. I don't know what had taken over me but i was really enjoying myself with the fake cock so much so that if it was a real guy's he would have cum and be begging for mercy. Beth pulled it away from me " do you want me to fuck you or not?"

" Yes i do please fuck me fuck my pussy"She moved into position between my legs and layed down on top of my body our breast pressing against each others as she moved her lips toward mine kissing me softly. I felt the tip of the dildo pressing against my wet hole as she whispered into my ear.

" We'll be late, you got to get up."I opened my eyes Beth stood over me still in her big baggy t shirt she wears in bed, she put a cup of coffee next to my bed and went to sit on her own. " that sounded like a nice dream."she said with a little smile.

" err aah mmm yeah i was." as i shifted my body around in my bed to reach the cup i let one hand brush over my pussy, my panties were soaked i couldn't get up in front of her she notice. " Brad Pitt is alway's so good to me"

" Really? I thought the way you lick pussy you'd be a bigger fan of Angelina than Brad." I must have just stared at her amazed " What? don't look at me like that, no of the guy's i've been with have come close to making me come as hard as you did when it comes to licking pussy." This has to be a dream as well i couldn't believe what she was saying. " Come on Lucy are you telling me that before you knew it was me you didn't think it was the greatest ever and where hoping for it to happen again?"

" I was but it was incest, it's wrong. We shouldn't have done it" My voice was raised as i got myself in a panic " We shouldn't be talking about it , we shouldn't even think about it and im very sure that i shouldn't be dreaming about you fucking me" I froze did i just say that out loud to my twin sister

" I knew it wasn't about Brad, I dream of you too every night all week, i even think of you in the shower although the shower head doesn't make me cum nearly as hard as you did." She smiled at me. I didn't like the look in her eyes.

" Stop it.I don't want to hear it, it's wrong." She stood up and walked over to my bed sitting down next to me and without warning kissed me forcing her tongue inside my mouth. With out even thinking i pulled her t shirt over her head and tugged her panties off. " No we can't it's wrong we...." I did't sound convincing in fact i think i was pushing her head toward my pussy as i said this. She kissed my breasts and sucked my nipples sending shocks of delight through my body before kissing her way down to my soaking panties.

" oh my" i heard her gasp " you are a wet whore aren't you" Hearing her call me that sent an extra thrill through me.She started to lick my pussy through the jucie soaked underwear just teasing me a little before ripping them away from my body. She licked around the out side of my pussy first tasting the jucies that already ran from my body then she let her tongue slowly enter me. I could only groan with my pleasure as it went deeper inside of me my hand were on Beth's head forcing her down harder on to my pussy.

" Ohhhhbaby fuck my pussy fuck me lick it mmmm" She was making me moan like a slutty porn star as she raised my hips off of the bed and was now devouring my pussy. It was all too much for me as i came so loud that i had to hold a pillow over my face so my cries did not carry around the house. She lowered me back down still sucking the jucies from me, she moved up my body again kissing my boobs before kissing my letting her tongue slide into my mouth allowing me to taste my own cum. She kept moving up her breasts pausing for me to admire with a kiss or more then she moved up again until her pussy was ubove me. With out a thought i went for it like a hungry person to cake.

" oh honey do you want my pussy?" she said as i left my tongue dive deep inside her, she tasted better than i remembered.Right or wrong i no longer cared i just wanted her pussy.I hooked my arms around her smooth thighs and pulled her down onto my face, she was panteing and grabbing her boobs twisting her nipples and biting her bottom lip . " Yes baby fuck me, its so good this is better than i rember" She giggled as she started to ride herself against my face She was riding so hard that the bed frame was shaking she had hold of the head board for support as she ground her pussy over my face. " mmmmm Lucy baby please please." I grabbed her ass cheek with one hand and squeezed hard, i heard a little moan in responce i then placed the tip of my thumb against her ass hole and lightly pushed. " yes i want that give me it" I pushed it up inside her and it sent an orgasmic pulse through her body as she rocked wildly against my face her backside shot back forcing the thumb all the way up her ass.

We lay naked in each other arms the guilt of our act creeping up upon me but for know i was happy. i looked up at her and smiled, i looked at the clock

" Oh shit we got work" We had started at the gym only two weeks ago it was part time while we were at college and we needed the money and the experience " we gotta go" reluctantly we moved away from each other and got dressed. As Beth walked out of her room i stared at her ass, it was perfectly shown off by her tight shorts and was begging me to feel it but id have to wait. The first time we were together i knew it wouldn't be the last unless we controlled ourselves now i knew there will be another time and there is no way i want to controll myself. I followed her down stairs only for us to be confronted by our parents.

" You girls will be late!" Our father said

"You're not even stopping for a proper breakfeast " It was Mums turn to moan "I sometimes wonder what you two girl get up to in that room."

If she only knew!
 

The predator had defiled five women so far, all sophisticated, attractive and well dressed ladies in their forties or early fifties. He made a point of that; that they be dressed attractively. He had been known to make his victims get out of bed and apply makeup and dress in their finest lingerie and eveningwear before he spent his time playing his sordid games with them. Some victims reported that he made them parade before him wearing differing ensembles until he was satisfied with how they looked before he ravished them.

The predator had arrived at his current destination by sheer luck. He usually followed his intended victim for a few days, and then planned his attack when he was sure that the victim was alone in her home. Tonight he was returning from a bar and decided to cruise a well-to-do neighbourhood just to see if there was anything special that might be worth following up. He was slightly drunk and stopped his car next to an alleyway separating two townhouses so that he could relieve himself. He ducked into the darkened alley to urinate when he noticed the shadow on blind. The silhouette on the blind was unmistakeable to a predator of his kind; a woman either dressing or undressing; her movements and mannerisms playing out like a shadow-puppet on a movie screen. He couldn’t help himself; he had to see what might be on offer here. When he had splashed the last of the hot stream of his urine against the wall he climbed up onto a garbage bin hoping he would be able to see more through the window.

The predator was in luck and managed to secure a position where he could see through a chink in the blind where it had not been fully extended. The view provided by the chink took in half of a woman’s bedroom. He could see most of the bed, scattered with lingerie and women’s clothing lying in a heap, the coat-hangers still attached to the skirts, blouses and jackets. There had to be at least six outfits lying on the bed surrounded by the small piles of assorted lingerie. He could see a dressing table littered with makeup, perfume bottles, jewellery boxes and the sundry items that women seemed to be unable to do without in their endeavours to look attractive. A wine glass, half full of red wine was set to one side. A small shelf above the dressing table held three wig stands. A blonde bob sat on one wig stand and a black long haired wig sat on the second; the third wig stand was bare.

The predator was pleased to see that this woman had such good taste in clothing and obviously looked after herself. The mountains of lingerie, makeup, jewellery and the wigs bespoke of a woman who was most attentive to her appearance – the sort of woman he fantasised about.

The predator allowed his eyes to consume the sight before him. The woman presented herself sideways to him, sitting in front of the mirror at the dressing table making final adjustments to her appearance. She looked to be in her early forties, solid but not fat, and dressed just to his taste. His eyes started with her face and worked their way down her body. Straight brunette hair hung just to her shoulders, the fringe framing her heavily made-up eyes; her cheeks were rouged, her lips full and painted plum red. A glint of light betrayed the simple sparkling earrings that undoubtedly matched the diamante necklace around her neck. She was wearing a black nylon full-slip, the rise of her small breasts emphasised by the tight bodice, the laced hem of the slip resting on her sleek nyloned thighs just above her knees.

The predator liked the way her taupe stockings glistened in the lights from the makeup mirror. Her hands slid down one leg, her fingernails painted a matching plum red to her lipstick, and adjusted her stocking; pulling the sleek nylon taught on her shapely leg and momentarily disappearing under the hem of her slip as she adjusted the clip on a garter strap. The predator shuddered. His eyes continued down her leg and lingered on the black, patent leather, open toe high-heels and he caught a glimpse of her painted toenails on display, encased in the gossamer of her sheer stocking, as she waggled her foot back and forth back as the admiring her own pretty foot. She stood, and then advanced towards the bed presenting herself front-on to the predator.

The predator took in the whole visage of the woman that he had now determined was to be his next victim. Mature, attractive, heavily made-up, tall and well built; she was just to his taste. If he had not spent the evening in the bar and was in a sober frame of mind he might have been more cautious, but the sight she unknowingly presented to the predator sealed the woman’s fate. The predator slid silently off the garbage bin on which he had been standing and made his way back to his car. He scanned the street and saw no one. Most of the lights in the adjoining townhouses were out and the street was quiet. He checked his watch: 11:30pm, perfect he thought, and reached into the back seat and took out his burglary tools. Fuck the risk! He had to have her. Now!

Michele sat before the makeup mirror twirling the wine glass in her fingers watching the light sparkle in the red Shiraz. The dark red wine matched the colour of her fingernails and she briefly giggled to herself at the complement. She was slightly drunk from the half-bottle of wine she had already consumed and she set the wine glass down carefully and began to add the final touches to her makeup.

Michele was actually Michael, a divorcee in his mid forties who lived alone and had come to transvestism late in life after suppressing an urge to crossdress for most of his adult years. Like most crossdressers he had urges to dress-up and become a woman for short periods of time and often dressed in his wife’s underwear when she was away. After an amicable divorce some five years earlier, Michael now transformed into Michele whenever it pleased him to do so. Living alone and having the privacy to dress when it suited him, he had developed the persona of Michele over a period of years.

Michele’s male alter ego had fought a battle with his weight for most of his life and he had allowed himself to balloon out during the later part of his marriage. When the opportunity to fully crossdress whenever he felt like it presented itself, Michael decided he didn’t want to look like a middle-aged frump. He dieted and exercised until he could eventually fit into a size 16 and some times even a 14; a great effort given his large frame, and he now carried very little fat.

Michele had acquired an extensive wardrobe, first at opportunity shops and later at larger specialty shops; insisting to the shopkeepers that he was buying the clothes as presents for his wife. Lingerie was easy to buy as it is never considered unusual for men to buy nice underwear for their wives or lovers.

Michele bought his first pair of women’s shoes from an opportunity shop and once he knew his woman’s shoe size he purchased many styles of high-heeled pumps and sandals; again insisting to inquisitive shop assistants that they were presents for his wife. He sometimes had the boxes gift-wrapped to maintain the façade.

Michele had dabbled with his wife’s makeup with various degrees of success and failure during the years of his marriage and easily obtained all the makeup he needed by purchasing a couple of complete makeup kits ("its for my niece’s birthday; she’s just turned thirteen") and then simply added to his makeup collection by throwing any item he desired in with the week’s groceries; no one ever questioned him at the checkout; husbands just picked up whatever their wives had written on the shopping list after all.

Michele could purchase women’s jewellery easily of course, but his biggest problem was how to get his hands on some nice wigs. The problem was solved when he was sent to a large city interstate on a business trip where he visited the part of town frequented by the gay community. Here a sympathetic old lady in a wig shop who was used to dealing with ‘his kind’ helped him pick out and try on three different styles and hair colourings. He purchased the wigs and then went into another ‘specialty shop’ where he bought breastforms in two sizes.

Michele loved being Michele; Michael transformed into her at every opportunity and spent most evenings and weekends dressed and fully made-up. More and more often though he had been fantasising about taking his transvestism a step further; whenever he was dressed as Michele he became aroused, he always had, but for the last year or so he had fantasised about being with a man. He did not consider himself gay; in fact when he wasn’t Michele his sexual fantasies revolved around women; but when he was Michele he wanted to be with a man or to have a ‘lesbian’ encounter with another transvestite.

Michele was terrified that her secret life would be exposed. When dressed she kept the doors locked, the shades closed and never answered the door. Although she had become adept at applying makeup and dressing en-femme, and she believed that she made quite an attractive mature woman, she would never dream of going out dressed as Michele. She contented himself with reading books and looking at magazines and movies where transvestites had hot sexual encounters with each other and with male admirers. Although masturbation bought relief, Michele longed for ‘the real thing.’ She was thinking a lot lately of either placing a discreet ad in some of the sex shops she visited or advertising her availability in a contact magazine or in some of the internet chat rooms she frequented.

Michele was not aware that she was about to have her first encounter tonight, nor that the Predator would be her first man. The Predator was not aware that the woman he lusted after, as he spied on her through her bedroom window, was in fact Michele; a transvestite.

Michele had opened a nice half-bottle of Shiraz earlier in the evening and then poured herself a warm bath. She painted her toe and fingernails and allowed them to dry and then poured herself a glass of wine and stepped into the steaming, scented water. She spent a luxurious hour soaking, during which she had shaven her legs and chest and closely shaven her face. She had also drunk three glasses of wine.

Michele towelled herself off and carried a full glass of wine from the ensuite bathroom into her bedroom where she sat at her dressing table and looked at herself critically in the mirror. She was showing her age but was still respectable and with the magic of makeup would soon be transformed into a presentable, if slightly sluttish, middle-aged woman. She giggled to herself and realised she was slightly drunk.

Michele went through the labour of applying her foundation; she had a product from Max Factor which closely matched her skin colour but covered up the few scars and blemishes that she had acquired during in her life. Next she liberally coated her face and neck with face powder one shade darker than her foundation; she now had the blank canvass she liked to achieve prior to applying the rest of her makeup. She loved this next part; the application of colours and shading which changed the whole look of her face from bland maleness to feminine fox. She giggled again and took a gulp of wine before continuing.

Michele applied her eyeliner next. All the books and magazines in which she had read makeup tips said you should do this later but Michele had learned that this was the hardest part of applying makeup and if she screwed it up (which she often did, especially after drinking), she could wipe the eyeliner away, apply more foundation and start again without ruining her eye-shadow and mascara. The eyeliner was applied liberally to her upper and lower eyelids, from the inner corner of her eyes to the outer corners, gradually thickening the line as she went. Having achieved the desired result she looked for a suitable palette of colours for her eye-shadow.

Michele selected a pale blue which she applied to her eyelids and then blended it into a shade of dark pink which she brushed onto the upper part of her eye sockets and right up to her eyebrows. She wished she could shape her brows but that would be too noticeable to her workmates, family and friends so she just kept her brows neatly plucked. Next she rouged her cheeks to define the lines of her cheekbones. She used more rouge and eye-shadow than is the fashion nowadays but she preferred the more colourful makeup styles of the eighties over the current subdued ‘less is more’ look.

Michele next applied a light coating of ‘skin-glow’ face powder all over her face and neck to set the makeup she had already applied and to give her face a subtle radiance. She carefully brushed lashings of mascara onto her lower and upper eyelashes. She knew from painful experience that if she put too much mascara on her lashes that it would congeal and look unsightly; even worse it could end up ruining her eye-shadow or face makeup if globs of the mascara came loose from her lashes. She did like to wear lots of mascara though and found a Maybelline product that did not clot and was easy to apply.

Michele took her time putting on her lipstick. Having completed the rest of her face she didn’t want to ruin the effect with a sloppy job. She took time to line her thin lips just outside her lip-line so that her lips would seem fuller; she also knew that the wine she had drunk was having its effect and realised that caution here would save her tears of frustration if she slipped and made a mess of her lipstick. The colour was a deep plum red and matched the nail polish that she had painstakingly painted on her toe and fingernails prior to her bath.

Michele reached up and studied the three wigs sitting on their stands. ‘The brunette,’ she thought to herself and lifted the wig from its stand. She brushed the wig with the special brush that she been advised to purchase by the nice old lady who had sold her her wigs. She started her brush-stokes at the extremities of the hair and worked her way up to the crown, admiring the sheen of the artificial hair. She positioned the wig on her head and adjusted it so that her fringe was straight and hung level with her eyebrows.

Michele looked in the mirror and admired her transformation. ‘I look quite attractive’ she thought; ‘I bet Michael would like to fuck me’ (she giggled to herself at the absurdity) and reached for her wine glass.

Michele went to the closet located on the right-hand side of the bedroom; Michele’s closet. The closet on the left was Michael’s closet and contained his suits, shirts, ties and boring male underwear, socks and shoes. Michele’s closet contained the soft, luxurious, feminine attire that so excited her. She rummaged through the lingerie draws and threw a pile on the bed; next she took down half a dozen ensembles and threw them in the centre of the bed amid the strewn underwear. It looked like a messy, awkward way to select an outfit but it worked for her. She would often get nearly fully dressed and then change her mind and she had found over the years the best method for her was to take a selection of clothing and throw it on the bed and then once she had finished dressing, put away whatever clothing she had decided not to wear.

The predator at this time was just leaving the bar having been unsuccessful in locating a suitable woman as his prospective next victim. He had drunk more than usual, and frustrated at not finding his next target, stumbled to his car and took off towards the better part of town to prowl for a fitting quarry to stalk.

Michele tore open a packet of cheap flesh-toned sheer to the waist pantyhose. She wore pantyhose as a foundation garment to help flatten her tummy, hold her male genitalia out of the way between her legs, and to help cover the small nicks and varicose veins on her forty-year-old thighs and ankles. She felt a small tingle of excitement as she smoothed the pantyhose up her legs and over her tummy and buttocks. She carefully manipulated the sheer toes around her painted nails ensuring she didn’t ladder the cheap hose.

Michele selected a pair of red nylon full-cut panties from the midden of lingerie on her bed. She stepped into them and slid them up her nyloned thighs, savouring the rustling sound of nylon on nylon. She adjusted the waistband on her hips so that the cute little lace bow was centrally located below her belly button. Michele could not understand the modern woman’s obsession with thong panties; they were uncomfortable and unflattering on women of her solid build. Besides she liked the way the tight nylon panties caressed her buttocks.

Michele next chose a black satin garter belt; her mother had called them ‘suspenders’ she remembered. She clipped the garment together and stepped into it carefully pulling it up her hosed legs and over her panties so that it sat snugly around the bottom of her waist. She carefully adjusted the garter straps ensuring they did not snag her pantyhose.

Michele decided on a matching black satin bra, again clipping the fastenings at the back of the bra together before donning the garment. She giggled yet again when she thought about all the troubles she had had as a young adolescent Michael attempting to undo his girlfriend’s bra so that he could caress her budding teenage breasts. She took another sip of wine and pulled the garment over her head, adjusting it on her chest in the mirror and straightening the straps on her shoulders. She had breastforms if she wanted to use them but this bra was slightly padded and with her ‘man boobs’ gave her a pleasing if subtle cleavage without being overly busty (although sometimes, when she was in the mood, she liked to stuff her bra with the largest set of breastforms she had and parade around like Mae West).

Michele dithered over which stockings to wear; it would depend greatly on which ensemble she finally decided upon. Should she wear black, grey, taupe, flesh-toned; fully fashioned, Cuban heeled or sheer toe? She had so many pairs! She settled on a pair of high sheen taupe lace tops. She loved the way they emphasised her shapely legs, and with the flesh toned pantyhose underneath the stockings, her legs would look magnificent. Michele thought her legs were the best part of her body. She slid the stockings on and connected the clips on the garter straps to the lacy stocking tops. She reached for her jewellery box and selected faux diamond earrings and a matching pendant necklace. As she clipped the earrings to her ears she lamented the dearth of good quality clip-on earrings. She dare not pierce both her earlobes as it would be too noticeable to others.

Michele went back to her closet and selected a pair of black, patent leather, open toe high-heels and placed them beside the chair next to her dresser. She chose a black nylon full-slip from the mess of lingerie on the bed and pulled it over her head being careful not to ruin her makeup or hair. She smoothed the garment to her body, the tight bodice clinging to her breasts and hips and the skirt flaring around her thighs, occasionally sticking to her stockinged legs because of the static electricity. She loved the feel of the lacy hem; like butterfly wings brushing on her thighs.

Michele sat down in front of the dressing table and slipped her feet into her high-heels; although a size eleven her feet were not grotesque because they matched the proportions of her body. After all she was a small size eight in men’s shoes and her feet were considered quite small for a man. She turned her chair sideways to the dresser so that she could adjust her stockings; she pulled the sleek nylon taught on her shapely leg and her hand disappeared under the hem of her slip as she adjusted the clip on a garter strap. She waggled her right foot from side to side, admiring her own pretty feet in the high-heels and appreciating the gleam of the lights on her high sheen stockings. Little did she know that she was not the only one admiring her legs and feet!

Michele stood and advanced towards the bed to select an ensemble for the evening. She finally decided on a white ‘Carla Zampatti’ A-line skirt and a mauve satin long-sleeved blouse she had purchased from Supré. She always wore long sleeved blouses or jackets because although she kept her fingers and the backs of her hands free of hair, she could only lightly shave her arms with a beard trimmer. Her tanned arms had only a light sprinkling of fair hair but she felt that fully shaving them would be too noticeable when she wore T-shirts and Polo’s when she was Michael.

Michele donned the blouse, fumbling with the buttons; she was still not used to them being on the opposite side to men’s shirts. Then she stepped into the skirt and pulled it up around her waist, tucking the blouse into the skirt and closing the zipper at her waist. She went back to her dresser and mooched through the jewellery box and decided upon two matching silver bracelets for her left wrist and a silver amulet set with a large black opal for the right. She slipped a matching opal ring set in silver on the ring finger of her right hand and a diamante ring set in white gold on her left ring finger.

Michele pushed her hands out before her and admired the effect of the jewellery against her slim wrists and her plum-red painted fingernails; she had taste she thought, but she still projected that slightly sluttish style she favoured. She looked at herself in the mirror and was pleased with the result. She twirled around and admired her ample but well-proportioned bottom; the A-line skirt was a snug fit. She drained her wine glass and tottered on her high-heels as she started from the bedroom to the kitchen to open another bottle of wine. She was drinking a lot lately; but what did she care? As long as she kept her weight in check; it’s not as if she had a boyfriend to keep sober for. She sauntered down the hallway towards the kitchen, her heels clicking on the slate tiles as she did her best vamp imitation, swinging her buxom sexy bottom from side to side and giggled to herself again.

The predator had let himself in easily through the kitchen window whilst Michele was making the final adjustments to her clothing in the bedroom. The kitchen window looked out over a small garden, dark at night, and well hidden from the main road; the lock was cheap and easily defeated. The predator was silent as he climbed through the window and dropped soundlessly to the tiled floor; he’d had plenty of practice after all. He heard the clatter of high heels on the tiles and a little giggle from the hallway. ‘Oh this bitch would not be giggling for long!’ he thought, as he hid behind the opened door that led into the kitchen from the hallway.

The predator quietly lowered the bag containing his burglary kit to the floor and reached inside it to take out a gag and a pair of handcuffs. He didn’t like using the gag on his victims because it ruined their lipstick and distended their faces. He liked to look into their pretty faces while he did things to them, and once they learned resistance was futile (and they all learned that lesson pretty quickly) he liked to kiss them. The woman who had excited him enough to risk what he was about to do had affected him strongly; he wanted to take her as soon as possible, his member was so hard that it was uncomfortable in his pants. He would take her quickly in the kitchen and then they could retire to her bedroom for the rest of the evening’s entertainment. he thought to himself.

The predator heard her high-heels getting louder now as she approached the kitchen door and his drunken mind reflected on his last glimpse of her before he had jumped down off the perch outside her bedroom window. Her heavy makeup, the black nylon slip in contrast to her sheer taupe stockings (he preferred women who wore stockings instead of pantyhose), and those shiny black open-toe high heels. He would take her fully clothed, right here in the kitchen; he would take her in such a way that she would know he was in charge and that resistance was futile. He would take her in a way that a woman of her breeding had probably never experienced before.

Michele walked into the darkened kitchen and headed straight for the wine rack above the breakfast bar. She didn’t bother turning on the light as the light spilling in from the hallway was ample for the task; besides she hadn’t closed the curtains in here and even though her kitchen window was not in open sight of the road she was still paranoid about anyone seeing her dressed en-femme. She was thinking of whether to open a bottle of Shiraz or merlot when she felt herself being pushed heavily from behind and she collided heavily with the kitchen table.

The predator pounced on her when she was halfway across the room. He used his weight and strength to propel her towards the kitchen table. She was a big woman and he was taking no chances; as she crashed into the table he pushed her shoulders down and pulled her hands up behind her back and clamped the handcuffs on her wrists. He lifted his knee and slammed it into her well proportioned behind to hold her against the table and pulled up on her cuffed wrists. As expected, she pushed her upper body upwards and back in an effort to escape, but this only assisted him. As she rose up and gasped, a prelude to either to a scream or cry for help, he pulled the ball bag over head and into her mouth, securing the straps tightly around her neck. He now had her where he wanted her.

The predator pushed down on her shoulders so that she was bent over the kitchen table. In the dim light he could now see her mauve satin blouse and the white A-line skirt; subconsciously he approved of her style, he loved it when they dressed nicely for him. He wasted no time. The predator kicked her heels apart so that her legs were spread as far as the tight skirt would allow and released one of his hands from her cuffed wrists and undid his flies and released his erect organ.

The predator was extremely aroused and he could smell the stale alcohol on his own breath as he panted in excitement. He reached under the woman’s skirt with his free hand and grasped the waistband of her panties and yanked them down. He was puzzled when her panties came to an abrupt halt at the top of her thighs and then he realised that she was wearing her garter belt over her panties and because of this her panties could be lowered no further without releasing the clips on the garter straps attached to her stocking tops. It didn’t matter, her panties were down far enough for him to carry out his intentions.

The predator stepped in close between her splayed high-heeled feet; his crotch close to her buttocks, one hand gripping her handcuffed wrists and pushing her body down hard on the kitchen table, the other hand under her skirt pulling her panties down so that they bunched around her thighs. He bought his free hand out from under her skirt and spat in the palm of it; then he spread the glistening spit over his tumescent penis, ensuring his glans was completely lubricated.

The predator lifted the woman’s skirt up and thrust forward. His cock came up against a membrane of sheer nylon, and for a moment he couldn’t figure out what had happened. Was the silly bitch wearing two pairs of panties? Then he figured out what was preventing him from reaching the object of his desire; it was the gusset of the woman’s pantyhose. The dumb cunt was wearing pantyhose under her stockings! Why the fuck would she do that?

The predator took no time to try to answer these questions, he was now so stimulated that he was close to climax. He pushed forward with his hips and felt his member force the nylon membrane of the pantyhose into the crease between the woman’s buttocks. He pushed harder still and felt his glans nestle into the woman’s anal bud, her silken hose wrapped around the sensitive head of his penis stimulating it into bringing forth a trickle of pre-seminal fluid; the clear liquid combining with his spittle to further lubricate his member. He grunted and pushed forward with all his bodyweight and actually felt the heavy table move an inch or two as he thrusted.

The predator felt his iron hard cock tear through the gossamer thin pantyhose gusset and then slam against the woman’s tight sphincter. His cock paused briefly at her resisting puckered entrance, then his weight and the lubricant did their job and his shaft slid slowly and steadily inside the woman’s tight back passage. The Predator’s crotch slammed hard against the woman’s soft round buttocks and his scrotum rested in the silken purse of her bunched panties stimulating him to extremis. He ground his crotch in a circular motion against the woman’s lovely soft arse and pulled her back hard against him and unloaded stream after stream of hot semen into her tight channel.

The predator howled and shuddered as his orgasm shook through his body; he ground his hips harder against her and stimulated his scrotal sac by rubbing it against the silken gusset of her pantyhose. His climax over, he pushed the woman forward and pulled back from her. He watched in awe as a trickle of semen seeped out of her and ran down her thighs, staining her stocking tops and pooling in the crotch of her panties. He had only just started with this bitch; he was going to have some fun tonight!

Michele lost all thoughts of red wine as she was propelled forward and slammed hard against the heavy wooden kitchen table. She was confused as to what was happening; her thought processes slow and fuzzy because of the wine she had drunk. She realised a stranger was in her house and that she was being pushed down across her own kitchen table but couldn’t figure out why. For one second she stupidly panicked at the thought that someone had found her dressed as a woman; and then a split second later she realised that she had a lot more to worry about than the exposure of her transvestism. She realised she was in serious trouble when she felt the handcuffs clamp on her wrists.

Michele’s fighting instinct took over and she used all her strength to lift her body up off the table so that she could yell a protest to the man who was assaulting her. She understood now that the perpetrator believed he was dealing with a woman; if she could just let him know that he had handcuffed a man, not a woman, maybe the intruder would let her go, or at least think twice about what he was about to do. Maybe she could negotiate with the trespasser; offer him money, her car, anything to get him out of her house without any further indignity.

Michele never got a chance to say a word; as soon as she opened her mouth the rubber ball gag was pushed into it. She started to hyperventilate, being forced to breathe in and out through her nose; then her chest was slammed downwards on top of the kitchen table and she couldn’t move. She stumbled as her heels were kicked apart and her legs spread to the full extremity allowed by her tight skirt. The home invader held her tightly against the table so that she wouldn’t fall, and then terror struck her she felt his hand reach under her skirt.

Michele was horrified at the prospect of what was about to happen to her. A glimmer of hope surfaced; he would realise she was not a woman and let her go, surely! Then she felt him yank her panties down and was actually relieved when her panties entangled in her garter straps and would go no further. As soon as the pervert reached under her to touch what he thought would be female genitalia he would be in for a terrible shock. He would be shocked by what he found there and would stop what he was doing. He would be disgusted to find out that she was a transvestite and may even beat her, but at least he would stop this perverted attack.

Michele’s glimmer of hope faded when she heard his flies unzip and the sound of him spitting into his hand. She was about to attempt one last struggle when her attacker’s full weight pressed against her backside pinning her to the table. She screamed to herself in her head as she felt her skirt being raised and the gusset of her pantyhose stretch as her attacker’s penis nestled in the bud of the entrance to her back passage. The fool didn’t realise she wasn’t a woman! He thought she was the lady of the house and he intended to defile her in this despicable manner to gratify his primal urges! Then she felt her attacker’s hard hot member tear through her pantyhose and begin to invade her.

Michele screamed into the gag at the intense pain as the hot cock forced its way inside her. No sound would issue forth around the gag but that silent scream would live in her memory for a long time. The man’s member slid slowly but inevitably deeper and deeper inside her; surprisingly after the initial shock and intense pain she felt as he had entered her, the feel of the invader’s lubricated penis became less painful; it just felt uncomfortable and filling.

Michele felt the intruder’s crotch press hard against her soft buttocks and realised with some relief that he was now fully inside her. She felt him pull her soft bum back hard against him and the gyrations of his hips as he worked his turgid member around inside her tight passage. Then she felt the hot gush of his semen as he spent himself deep inside her; she heard his groan and could smell the stale alcohol on his breath as he bayed and howled with his climax.

Michele was absolutely astonished at what happened next. As her defiler’s glans pulsated and throbbed against her sensitive prostrate, washing it with his hot seed, she felt a stab of exquisite sexual pleasure pulse through her lower regions and she simultaneously stiffened and ejaculated into the crotch of her pantyhose. She couldn’t suppress the pleasure she felt even though she felt utterly debased. She collapsed against the kitchen table as her orgasm subsided and she felt her attacker pull himself slowly out of her and was surprised that it did not hurt but in fact was mildly pleasurable.

Michele could feel that the tight bud of her back passage was left slightly open after the ravaging it had taken and she felt her attacker’s warm sperm run out of her and down her thighs where it pooled in her panties and stained her stocking tops. The front gusset of her pantyhose was soaked with her own spend whilst her attacker’s semen ran down her thighs into her bunched up panties. Her head was spinning with the realisation of what had just happened to her; then she began to wonder what would happen next.

To be continued…………………………………

THE BEARER OF THIS POTION HOLDS THE KEY OF APHRODISIA, THE ONLY TRUE APHRODISIAC.

Devlin read the label twice more. He couldn’t believe what he was reading. Surely he must be imagining things, but the label read the same every time.

“It’s a fucking love potion.”

He looked around to see if anyone had seen him pick it up. No one was around. The beach was empty this afternoon.

A naughty idea popped up in his head. He jogged the rest of the way home. He made it back unusually fast.

“Honey,” he said when he got in the door.

“Yes,” replied Lee.

“Where you at, baby?”

“In the bedroom.”

He read the label on the bottle again. As he read the last word, he noticed a glass with something in it. His heart started pumping double time as excitement raced through him.

“Is this your drink out here?” he yelled.

“Yes.”

“I’m gonna take a swallow of it, alright?”

“Okay. Go ahead.”

He pulled the cork off, tipped the bottle, and let a small drop spill into the glass.

He heard Lee coming up behind him so he quickly stuffed the bottle in his pocket.

Lee greeted him warmly and started chatting about nothing in particular. Devlin answered every question and commented on every statement, but if you would’ve asked him what they were talking about, he couldn’t have told you. He wasn’t really into the conversation. He was staring intensely at Lee waiting to see what happened.

It didn’t seem to be having an effect. He was disappointed but he expected it a little. Of course it was too good to be true.

He went to take a shower. He turned the water on and started looking around for the soap. It was missing. He went back to the living room to ask where it was. He stopped at the doorway when he saw what happening.

Lee was on the couch naked except for her panties. She was fingering her pussy while she fondled her nipples!

Devlin approached her. She seemed too into herself to notice him. He looked at the glass of juice, which was empty on the table.

The potion had worked!

He sat on the couch and asked if the drink had made her feel this way. She said yes, but it was the way she said it that made Devlin know he had hit the jackpot.

She stared at him with her teeth gritted. Her eyes had “Horny Slut” written all over them. Her legs spread wider by the second and she couldn’t stop grinding her pussy in circles. He had never seen her this horny before.

He touched her pussy. His finger slipped inside and bubbles oozed from her split.

“This pussy is soaked,” he said in amazement. He tried to talk about it some more, but she grabbed his head, pulled him forward, and said, “Just fuck me.”

“Are you sure?” said Devlin trying to torture her.

She nodded frantically and frowned a little. She was not in a playing mood.

As soon as he started sucking her tits, she wrapped her legs around him and let out a moan that was part ecstasy, part relief.

Devlin made his way south towards her pussy, kissing and sucking everything in between. His face met with a lot of heat when he got to her pussy. It was hotter and wetter than usual, and the taste was stronger.

Lee looked down and saw his sexy bald head between her legs. He looked up, they made eye contact. The sight of him looking up at her with his mouth sucking on her fat pussy lips made her spill cum in his mouth.

Not that Devlin could tell the difference. Her pussy was so slick that it all seemed the same to him.

He started jabbing his tongue at her pussy hole. Then he would pull it out, lick along the inner lips and suck the clit. She even held her pussy lips open so he could slide his tongue deeper in her muff.

“You like that?” he asked.

“Oh, yeah. Oh…oh…Ohhhhhh !”

She came again.

Devlin tried to lay on her. She stopped him. He was confused.

She slid out from under him and motioned for him to sit down.  She knelt between his legs and sucked his cock into her mouth.

“Oh shit,” he moaned.

Lee’s cheeks deflated as she sucked his cock deep into her mouth. She let it sit there for a few seconds while she contracted her throat muscles. She lifted her head until only the cock head was still in her mouth, then swallowed it all the way down again repeatly.

Devlin said, “Oh, shit. You ain’t never done this shit before.”

He was right too. Lee didn’t like giving blowjobs. Her jaws would get tired and cramped really fast, and then she’d have to stop. It usually never lasted past two minutes, but this time she sucked him for about ten minutes and probably would’ve gone longer if she wasn’t so desperate to get fucked.

She crawled up his body and mounted him. This was, by far, the easiest entry into her pussy since they’d been together. Her pussy was so slippery it just slipped right in.

She started bouncing on it, being sure to keep her tits pressed in his face so he could suck her nipples and send her into another violent orgasm.

She rode him for a long time, and when her legs got too tired, he grabbed her by the hips and helped bounce her on his stiff cock.

A severe tingle started building up in his shaft. His body tensed as loads of spoo shot into her horny cunt. She kept riding him while he came, making it more powerful, until he’d spilled every drop inside her pussy. Her pussy got so full of cum that it leaked out and dripped all over his balls.

Normally this would be the end of it, but seeing her in such a lustful state made him want to keep fucking. He knew she wouldn’t object, so he bent her over and nailed her from behind for a few minutes and then laid her flat on the couch.

He held her legs high and wide enjoying the view of his cock sliding in and out of her pussy. By now they’d built up a nice sweat and it made it seem all the more erotic because of the way their bodies slid around on each other.

The intense tingle came back to Devlin’s shaft. He started fucking her harder, ramming her so hard that the couch was moving backward inch by inch.

“You want it? Huh? You want this shit?” barked Devlin as he pulled his cock out and aimed it at Lee.

“OHHHHHHHH!” he screamed as more spunk shot out of his cock and landed all over Lee’s face and tits.

His hand was shaking badly. This orgasm was much more intense than the last.

“Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck,” he kept repeating. “Oh, fuck.”

They showered together and got dressed. Lee came out of the bedroom and sat beside Devlin as he was tying his shoes.

“Hey, baby, I don’t know what got into me. I don’t know what it was in that drink, but it had me feeling like I was on Ecstasy or something.”

Devlin started laughing. He said, “Well actually I wasn’t gonna tell you this. But you gotta swear that you won’t get mad.”

“What?”

“Promise first. You gotta promise you won’t get mad.”

“I promise. What?”

He stood and got the bottle out of the drawer that he’d hidden it in while she was dressing in the bedroom. “You said you promise you wouldn’t get mad, right?” he said as he sat down.

Exasperated, Lee said, “Yes.”

“Alright. When I was jogging this morning, I found this bottle with a note attached to it. And I put…a drop in your drink.”

“A drop of what?”

“I actually don’t know what the fuck it is. It had some label on it that said it was a love spell, a love potion. But actually, from me watching how the shit worked…I mean…weren’t you excited?”

“Yeah, I was, very.”

“I mean, fuck, you never sucked my dick like that before. Whew, damn!”

They both giggled and she blushed from embarrassment.

“Anyway, I thinking if we take some of this and maybe get samples and see what it’s made of, I think we can make a lot of money. What do you think?”

“Try it. I think so.”

“Okay, so I’m gonna run over to the store and I’m gonna go over to my buddy’s house and get this shit done. And you wouldn’t believe I only put one small little drop in your drink.”

“And it had me acting like that?”

“Only one drop, I promise…one small-ass drop.”

Lee was amazed. She laughed and said, “Just be sure you save some for us for next time.”

“Yeah, I think I should,” he said as he was pouring a sample into a tiny bottle. “Anyway,” he said, “I’m gonna leave the big bottle here. And don’t fuck with it whatsoever.”

He got off the couch and ran out the door mumbling excitedly about how rich they were going to be.

Lee, being a woman who had a difficult time keeping horny during sex, wasn’t as excited about the money they could make. She was excited about how horny it made her.

No longer than Devlin had been out the door but two seconds, she picked up the phone and called one of her closest friends.

“Hello, Ecstasy. Girl, let me tell you…”

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then he stuck is 6 in penis in my pussy whict also only had a little bit of pain but it was worth it...after that for 10 min or so i told him to sit up...and he did so i got on my hands and knees and put is cock on my mouth he cummed preety quick but it was yummy i play with his cock a little more with my tounge and fingers

then he said its my turn...so i liad on my bak and spread my legs wide...he hit the rite spot (awwwwwww it felt sooo good)he made me cum and he sucked it out of me like nothing

then we got into the regular position and he put his cock in my pussy again and we started to make out with each other for a LONG time

we r now going out and i go over his house every weekend now to spend a crazy nite

The Doctor fetish.

All names changed to protect the guilty.

We were approached by a 23 year old woman, Cassandra Crabtree; she was 5’6” tall short cropped blonde hair (almost boyish in appearance) vital statistics 36 – 28 – 35. We met her in her local public house and sat in a corner when she confided her fantasy to us.

We asked the sort of time scale for this as her fantasy posed us a few problems equipment wise. As soon as possible was her reply and she handed us an envelope with £250 in as a deposit against any expenses. We gave her a code name and took a contact number and said “we will be in touch”.

Having made several enquires about hiring venues with studio type accommodation; we drew a blank finding anything resembling a doctor’s surgery. How ever a contact from my previous employment in security put us on to two things. 1. A company that hired theatrical props and a self storage company that turned a blind eye to what the storage were used for. We could even hire the area by the hour if need be.

Again my D I Y skills came in handy as we made bolt together false walls which when painted would suffice for the doctors surgery. We manage to hire a medical exam table but got several funny looks when we asked for it to be delivered to a self storage address. I decided to level with the woman taking the order and explained about our company.

I Contacted Cassandra, and arranged to meet to show her the photo’s of her doctor for approval, she chose Bob, my ex Security manager. The nurse was more of a challenge; I only had two photos of women. Sandie the nurse from our first film, who had agreed to sign on with us, and my soon to be live in slave Karen.

Cassandra chose Sandie, especially when I told her she was actually a real nurse. A date was arranged for the filming and everything was Go. Cassandra asked me what the final cost was likely to be. I explained that out of her £250 deposit I had paid out £25.00 for the storage area, £35.00 for the hire of the exam table, £40.00 for timber and sheeting to make the room look like a surgery. So by the Time I paid £50.00 expenses to the two other stars she had only £50.00 left to cover incidentals like speculums, latex gloves and costumes. I estimated she would need to find a further £200 to cover costs of filming and editing. She agreed and asked me to walk her to a cash point where she would give me the cash there and then. I explained that was not the way we worked the balance would be due upon handing over the final DVD. “What if I decided not to pay you though” she said. “Oh we never worry about that because until final payment is made, the film is our property and would be sold to an internet site for more than enough to cover our costs” I replied. “Then the only worry for the customer would be whether or not their neighbours got to access the internet file” I added. “I can see how that would persuade even the meanest of women to pay up!” she laughed.

We shook hands and I left having everything sorted for a Wednesday night filming. I checked with Bob and Sandie and both were available for that night.

Wednesday daytime, was a bit rushed for Mick and I, we had to deliver the backdrops and bolt them together, and be there to accept delivery of the examination bed, sort out other bits of furniture to compliment the surgery. So by 4 pm we were both hungry and knackered. We knew the stars would not arrive till 9.pm after the main storage depot had closed.

Mick had really out done himself this time he had managed to pick up from a second source a metal examination drawer unit on wheels. A backless stool on wheels. The gowns to be used by the GP and the nurse came from Sandie as did the plain blue open backed gown for Cassandra to wear.

When Sandie turned up, she handed me a black case and said “These things went missing two weeks ago from where I work and have not been missed so you may keep this for future endeavours!” I checked them out, there were Stethoscope, three different Speculums, two boxes of latex gloves, a box of surgical masks, plastic spatula’s as used in the real clinics. She even produced a blood pressure hand operated unit, but said this unfortunately will have to be returned. I could not thank her enough, I handed her expenses and promised her another £40 for the equipment she had supplied.

We were finally all set, the lighting was in place, and the stars had arrived and were changing. Lights, Action, rolling.

Cassandra led by Sandie entered the room, was assisted up on to the Examination table, her legs were placed in the stirrups and her gown discreetly pull up to display her cunt. Dr Bob entered the room and walked over to Cassandra, introduced himself to her and said “Are you ok, with the fact that this examination is outside normal surgery hours?” Cassandra answered “Yes Doctor, its good of you to fit me in because my employers would not allow me time off during the day.”

Dr Bob then introduced Sandie “This is nurse Stevens, who will be assisting me” The two women nodded their heads to each other. Seating himself on the stool between Cassandra’s legs he asked “What seems to be the problem, Miss Crabtree?” “Please call me Cassandra.” She replied. “It’s just that I get uncomfortable when my boyfriend and I make love. It always ends up hurting me so I can not enjoy the experience!” She added. “OH and May I ask is your boyfriend very well endowed.” Dr. Bob asked. “No that’s just it, even fully hard he is only four inches and really thin at that” came her reply. “So you think the problem lies with in you, I take it?” asked Dr Bob. “I don’t know, but if it keeps happening I am afraid I will lose him” she responded.

Several questions later, “Cassandra, I am going to suggest a little experiment, all your replies seem to indicate a lubrication problem” Dr Bob suggested. “Please feel free to refuse if you think it strange” he continued, “nurse Stevens here will stimulate your body until you’re on the verge of an orgasm and then I will examine you!” he offered. “That is a strange sort to exam, but I am desperate to find a solution, so carry on” said a shaking Cassandra.

Sandie came forward and slowly removed the gown covering Cassandra’s 36 B breasts, Turning and folding the gown she placed it on the cabinet. “Will you stay and observe, Dr?” asked Sandie. “If it will not interfere with the process!” he replied. “Oh, please Stay Dr, I feel more comfortable with you both being present!” Cassandra said. “Very well, Cassandra, if you insist. I will just stand here by your head and observe your reactions!” the Dr replied. By now Sandie was stood between Cassandra’s open legs. She reached forward gently rubbing her palms over Cassandra rapidly hardening nipples. A low moan escaped Cassandra’s lips. “Does that feel Good, Cassandra?” asked the Dr. “OH yes, I can’t believe how good a woman’s touch could be!” she rasped.

“Just wait then, Cassandra. See how you feel when I start licking your clit!” Sandra quipped. “Oh I really can’t wait, you’re a sexy nurse, Sandra” Cassandra added. As Sandra lowered her head towards Cassandra’s cute cunt, Cassandra slipped her left hand off the table and came into contact with bare flesh. Raising her head and looking where her hand had come to rest. She suddenly realized that the doctor had very little on beneath his green surgical gown. Gingerly she raised her hand beneath the hem of the gown. Bob smiled down at her. Her hand confirmed that bob was indeed naked beneath his gown as her hand closed around his throbbing hard cock.

“May I see?” Cassandra asked. “Of course you may, Cassandra.” Bob replied. Bob then lifted his gown, exposing his eight inch rock hard cock. “WOW, that’s so big and so hard, can I suck it please, Dr?” she purred. Bob moved closer to Cassandra and she bobbed her head down till her lips made contact with the purple head. Sandie was now busy probing Cassandra’s cunt with her tongue as Bob began sliding his prick into Cassandra’s mouth. Bob slipped his gown off and spoke to Sandie “Come on Sandie, you’re the only one still dressed, off with that gown!” Reluctantly Sandie stopped her ministrations on Cassandra’s cunt and steeped out of her gown.

Walking up beside Bob, She smiled and said “Bet that feels so good, she seems a real pro at sucking cock!” “You wouldn’t believe how skilful this little slut is!” he replied. “I bet she could be just as good licking your wet cunt, Sandie!” he added. Cassandra stopped sucking on Bob’s prick and looked at Sandie, “I’ve never sucked on a cunt before, but I am willing to try. Hop up her and let’s see what I can do” Cassandra sighed. Sandie carefully placed her knees either side of Cassandra’s head and lowered her cunt towards the girl’s mouth. Bob meanwhile went and stood between Cassandra’s legs. Sliding a finger into Cassandra’s cunt, he asked “Any Sign of the pain you were talking about, Cassandra?” Cassandra mumbled into Sandie’s cunt. Before Sandie raised herself up and allowed Cassandra to answer. “No, all of this seems so horny and great, I feel wonderful!”

“How about this then?” Dr Bob asked, as he eased his prick into her tight cunt. “No that feels even better, Dr!” she replied. Bob slowly began to fuck her cunt with long slow strokes. Suddenly he fully withdrew his prick and Sandie leaned down to suck it clean of Cassandra’s juices. Bob reached over to the side and removed a large speculum from the top drawer of the cabinet. Stepping back he slowly inserted it into Cassandra’s Cunt, by manipulating the screws and slides, he opened wide Cassandra’s cunt. He leaned forward and gently blew into the ribbed interior of her cunt. Cassandra moaned as her body gave an involuntary shiver. Sandie lowered her cunt back to Cassandra’s mouth and said “Come on Bitch, back to the job in hand, I want to fill your mouth with my cum juice!” Cassandra resumed her feverish licks of Sandie’s cunt and quickly both girls neared their climax. Bob not being a proper doctor was fascinated with the effect of Cassandra’s approaching climax had on her cunt lining. The void seemed to flood with juices as the muscles rippled around the speculum. He then released the speculum and sensing the natural lubrication on it would be sufficient, he slide it into Cassandra’s anal ring.

Once fully embedded, he began opening it up again. Until it would stretch the anal ring no further. He then reintroduced his prick into Cassandra’s cunt and began forcefully fucking her. He said “Tell me if I hurt you or your pains start, Cassandra” Cassandra was too busy drinking down the clear nectar from Sandie’s cunt to reply. Bob noted how much tighter her cunt felt with anal ring stretched, No wonder women like being double fucked he thought to himself.

By now Sandie and Cassandra had achieved a second orgasm apiece and Sandie started to lift herself off her willing licker below her. She walked round behind Bob on wobbly legs. She stroked his arse cheeks and then slowly inserted her finger into his arse. This in turn caused Bob to firstly shorten his strokes until he became used to the finger now touching his prostrate.

This stimulation proved too much for Bob, He felt his balls tighten and just managed to withdraw his cock before the first spurt arced up and onto Cassandra’s pert tits. As his climax subsided the spurts reach less distances until the final few spurts collected in Cassandra’s belly button. Sandra quickly walked round the side of the table and promptly licked the streams of spunk from Cassandra’s tits. She could not resist the chance to nip her left nipple between her teeth and was rewarded with further sighs coming from Cassandra. Then Sandra continued to suck up all the spunk on Cassandra’s body. “Well Cassandra, to be honest I can not see why you and your boyfriend were experiencing the problems you described!” Dr Bob said.

Sandie added “May be we need a further session with your boyfriend present to see what he may be doing wrong!” Cassandra said “I would love another session especially like this one, but I am not sure John would be happy to join in” Bob replied “Yeah but if you did not tell him what would happen and let Sandie and I coax him into the action just as we have done to you”

Everybody then dressed and I noticed all three swap phone numbers as Mick and I began packing up the filming equipment. We broke down the Scenery and decide to hire the lock up to store them in.

Two weeks later I presented Cassandra with her finalised DVD and presented her with her final bill. She could not thank me enough saying “My fantasy was great, but filming it easily surpassed that. I have no hesitation in recommending your company to my close friends” I thanked her and left.

Footnote. Cassandra contacted us again three months later saying “Could you arrange a follow up session exactly like the last one only this time with someone to play my boyfriend!” I replied “yes anything is possible” “I will be in touch when I have arranged possible boyfriend!” I added.

 

“And who’s this stud?” inquired the mystery girl.

 

“I’m Jason, their brother,” I answered, “And who might you be?”

 

“My name is Sarah,” she replied, “I used to hang out with Lauren before I moved.”

 

“She’s staying with us,” Lauren stated.

 

“There are only 4 beds, where is she going to stay?” I inquired hoping for an answer I knew I wouldn’t get.

 

Sarah answered “I’ll crash on the couch or something.”

 

The “or something” gave me a glimmer off hope. I tuned out of the conversation and focus on my tan. About half an hour later I flipped over and fell asleep. I was awakened with a freezing chunk of ice on my cock. I let out a yelp before realizing that the hand was still down my pants. I opened my eyes to see not Sarah, but Amanda with her hands all over my dick. I looked around and realized that everyone else had left. As I became fully erect she removed her hand. I was disappointed that she had stopped until she ditched the ice cube and began jacking me off. I opened my mouth to ask her what she was doing but she shooshed me. She removed my trunks fully and began licking my cock whilst continuing the heated hand job. She then widely opened her mouth and began deep-throating the entire thing. I couldn’t help but shoot my load all down her tongue. She swallowed hard and laid back.

 

“Where the fuck did that come from?” I asked her.

 

“I saw what happened when you met Sarah,” she replied, “Truth be told I was quite impressed.”

 

“Since when did you become the cock expert?” I teased.

 

She stuck out her tongue and jogged back to the cabin. I just laid their flabbergasted. I heard the other girls heading down to the beach and closed my eyes to pretend I was asleep. A hand slapped my thigh and I heard “Nice tent bro”. Oh my god my dick was sticking out! I quickly sat up and tried to cover it.

 

“No need to be ashamed,” Sarah declared, “We were about to go skinny dipping anyway.”

 

Sarah stripped down fasted revealing her huge tits with tiny nipples. She around pulled down her thong completely revealing her water-tight ass. She ran over and dove into the lake. Emily and Lauren removed their bathing suits nearly in unison revealing only their beautiful asses to me as they faced the water. Unsure as to whether I was invited I stood up and waited for Sarah to waved me over which didn’t take long. I was out of my trunks in seconds revealing my still erect dick. I jogged over to the water, my dick bouncing up and down. Emily failed at hiding the fact that she was staring by bobbing her head along with my cock. I jumped in a few feet away from the girls.

 

“Let play a game,” Sarah Suggested, “How about Marco polo?”

 

“Not it,” Shouted all the girls. I closed my eyes and began seeking them out. I had already learned Sarah’s voice so it wasn’t hard to single her out from my sisters. I intentionally caught her from the back so that I could grab her breasts. She jutted her ass back into my dick causing it to swell with excitement. I opened my eyes and said “Gotcha!” Only to realize that I didn’t know Sarah’s voice that well. I had my older sister Lauren by the tits and she could tell that she was making me hard. After we all finished up and dried off none of us saw any reason to put on clothes so we headed back to the cabin. Out of the corner of my eye I saw my little sister Amanda hiding in a closet. We all settled down on the couch with a heavy comforter over us. To my discontent I sat between two of my sisters instead of Sarah. We flicked on the TV to an adult film. I flinched at the feeling of a hand on my crotch. It was definitely my twin sister Emily. I felt another hand moving up my thigh. It was Lauren! She moved her hand up to my dick and found that there was another hand on it. Lauren turned to Sarah and whispered something.

 

“I think I’m going to bed now,” Sarah informed us, “All that swimming has got me tired.”

 

Lauren got up to show her to her room as Emily lifted me to my feet and began folding out the couch. I just laid back down and Let my sisters feel me from both sides.

 

“Jason, lately we’ve been noticing some changes with you,” Emily told me, “And this weekend was sort of planned out.”

 

I was totally confused, was the 30 minutes on the treadmill daily doing this? Was it what Emily saw when she walked in on me in the shower? But my main question was: why didn’t I just turn off my brain and fuck these to gorgeous girls laying naked beside me?

 

“Who’s first” I asked.

 

Lauren Grabbed hold off me and pulled me in close. Apparently she was first. Emily sat in the corner of the mattress stimulating her self. Lauren guided my cock into her sopping wet pussy, a quiet moan of ecstasy slipped out of her lips. She opened her legs as wide as they would go without snapping to take it in as far as possible. I violently thrust my dick further and further each pump into her sweet open pussy. Just then Emily overcome with anticipation couldn’t wait any longer. She kissed me hard on the lips thrusting her tongue deep into my mouth. She straddled my face with her pussy and I licked, kissed and sucked her pussy until all three off us came nearly simultaneously. Lauren Lifted herself off my cock and cuddled up beside me. Emily stood up and walked up to her bedroom without so much as a goodbye. Lauren gave me a long French kiss and said “See you in the morning.” I finally collapsed and fell asleep. I awoke to a feeling on my cock. I opened my eyes expecting to see Amanda who hadn’t moved from her position in the closet, to my great surprise it was Sarah.

 

“Did you think I was going to let your sisters have all the fun?” She asked.

 

 

The End

 Shocked my nipples crinkled and hardened with the sight before me. This was never how I imagined an old man of about seventies cock and balls to be. I just imagined them to be hanging all saggy and useless. Although I'd never consciously thought about it before now anyway. - Though I was some way away,what further surprised me was his pubes. They were a lovely bushy auburn not grey like his head hair is. Again this was just an assumption as it had never entered my head really. Now this is what other women out there may be surprised about. I felt my pussy responding to what I was seeing,I could feel myself getting moist,I even felt myself,just to be sure. Strange? Well yeah! I thought so at the time as well. After all he was no Chippendale!

 I couldn't drag myself away from watching him and as he moved about with his cock dangling and swaying I squeezed my legs together and felt the tops of my thighs stick and drag at each other as I opened them a bit, - my juices were increasing obviously, - A young bloke yeah,but this was a man that could have fathered my mum or dad. When he eventually disappeared back in his house I hung on hoping for more but then I went back to my bed,guiltily but excitedly thinking,if my husband knew what I'd just been up to,he'd not be happy,especially if he felt what it had done to my pus-pus.

 I couldn't get back to sleep, I just lay there running what I'd seen around in my mind. I knew he'd been widowed about ten years ago and in my now dirty mode,wondered if he'd had a fuck since,or for that matter,wanted for one? He's a bloke after all,I bet he has regarding both questions.

 A thought was now growing in my mind, - Stop now Lucie, 'that's me' - I wonder if I should respond in kind for the old boy? That is not to wander about my garden naked,that would be to obvious and anyway,somebody else might see me, No! just a bit of titivation,you know a bit of planned accidental flashing here and there. The more I thought it the wetter I was getting. Very stealthily so as not to wake hubby I started to masterbate, - Fuck! this was about an old mans knob,I still can't believe I done that,but there it was dangling in my minds eye, - How long was it now? Who fucking cares? sssh! keep your finger going,sssh!

 Anyway if I was spotted by anyone else that way it would be assumed purely accidental. Of course hiding in amongst these devious thoughts of mine were,why had it made me so fruity? I couldn't tell you,as I just don't know! But I now decided on a way foreward. With hubby at work and my two kids being below school age,I could use my tending to them playing etc.while being skimpy clothed I would reveal all,well,nearly all anyway.

 So about 9.30 next day while giving the kids their breakfast out on the BBQ bench,being dressed in an above knee dressing gown with no knickers on,I was ready to set about my plan. Ding! oops! Silly mummy,she's dropped the spoon. The ding had drawn the old man's attention if that was necessary,which I doubt. Bending,not stooping as well I could have,I knew by feel the back of my dressing gown was rising up the back of my thighs as I pointed my rear towards my neighbours gaze, I was pretty sure he could now see my, - though I say it with proud modesty, - the half moon creases of my pert bum cheeks perched above a nice pair of sexy thighs. I knew the half moons of my bum were on show because my husband kept asking me when clothed in this gown to bend like I was now to let him gaze at my half moons as he called them.

 He'd keep me bent over for ages,sometimes till I ached,but it was well worth it because it always had the same result,I got a hell of a fucking. My pussy had already been wet thinking about my plan and if my half moons were now showing my pussy pout would also be poking out through my thighs. OOPS! I straightened,I'd not intended to go that far,at least not the first time. Turning now and speaking to him for the first time this day. "Oh! Hello,nice to see you out and about" "Likewise to you Lucy this fine morning,with everything fine and rosey" I coloured up a bit,did he mean mine? We stood nattering. As it happened our mutual gardens only had walls of about two foot six (76cm) thus all our sexual assets could be shown if one desired. The house between us was empty at this time so we stood some more and talked across at one another.

 By now I sensed my old neighbour was more than keen to keep me talking. I also noticed his gaze was concentrated towards my crotch area. Although I wanted to further my sexual flirting I stayed talking. It then dawned on me. As you stand for a while you tend to adjust your stance which I had unconsciously done while talking and in doing so, I'd put one leg up on a rather tall upside down plant pot. Whilst this action had in turn opened the lower part of my gown I again felt myself flush up as I realised the lifted thigh as though stepping up a high step was totally revealing knee along my under-thigh to my bum and no doubt my pussy as well. God,what if he can see my cunt is all wet?

 I decided to go with this un-planned plan instead. Being slightly side on I adjusted my stance suitably towards my old friend to give him a full on view. He in turn dropped his hands a little to a half clasp across his pubic area. I am having an affect,I'm pretty sure he's starting to get hard. He must be able to see my cunt! My litt'lest tumbled so on having to move I broke his gaze but I knew he was still stood there looking and I guess hoping for more and more I gave him.  Bending over now completely with my ass towards him as I retrieved my tot, I distinctly heard him suck in air through his teeth. This could only mean one thing,he now had a full view of my puffed up vulva,inside pussy lips which always peeped from between and the mass of pubes - I never shave down there - up each side and across my mound of venus. While bending as much now as I was,I naturally had my legs open and with the gown dangling lower; in its shadow he probably was viewing right up to the undersides of my now dangling breasts. I instinctively swayed a bit to make this dangling swing. WELL! I mean.

His trouser leg said it all as I peeped back under my arm towards him,a half hard swelling had appeared at his right trouser leg as his eyes stared hungrily at my sexual assets. From this stance I broke away having tended my tot,as I straightened up in time to hear a, PHEW! eminating from him,then purely by accident on responding to my neighbour again as I turned back towards him a rose bush thorn snagged my top and dragged aside revealing one boob and pert hard crinkly nipple. Oops! sorry about that! "I'm not though" was his cheeky retort.

 Now hoping I hadn't overplayed my acted, "I must start to do my washing machine a mo' I exclaimed. In making towards my door,I couldn't resist just one more tease, I make a half pirouette raising a flairlike swing hoping he got a last flash up to my thigh tops. That half hard cock had clearly become a tent at the front of his trousers and I quite blatantly made a stare at it. He in turn grinned widely and in no uncertain manner turned side on thus showing just how tented his trousers were. Dirty old man! Ha!Ha!

 I kept this sexual flirting up daily through the fine spell including darting out my back with the thinnest pair of panties and a wet cotton Tee shirt, - Made wet by me innocently holding cold wet washing against my chest as I took it to my line,that never failed to arouse my large nipples and always my old neighbour was waiting,having given me my 5 o'clock treat earlier of course even though he hadn't realised this. My morning gloat did have an effect though,but this was on my hubby. "You got a bladder problem from having the kids?" "No!" I just passed this off by pointing out they'd both been delivered by ceasarian section so as to keep my pussy nice and tight for him. Satisfied with this he took no further interest in my early morning activity.

 I know this may sound terrible,but the trouble now was,I wanted more! Wierd though it may seem,after my daily performance I was sneaking upstairs away from the kids to masterbate myself and while I was masterbating I was imagining him two doors up,wanking at the same time as me. We seemed to have a commonality that I just couldn't put my finger on. Age difference seemed irrelevant,being completely honest,I wanted to fuck him and him to fuck me. I tried telling myself its crazy,but wanted to and that was it. So,there!

 Then it happened,he caught me looking from my toilet window. I darted back as he looked up,but to late,I just knew he had spotted me. Then like a little girl peeping again he was stood grinning towards me. I smiled guiltily at him forgetting I was stark naked as this was how we always slept,not one stitch of night clothes. He now had a full on of my tits and I felt my oreoles crinkle up as my nipples hardened. He just kept staring as I just brazenly stood completely still and blushed from my tits to my forehead. - How crazy is that after all my flashing? He mouthed, "Lovely" and I blushed even more but still stood there.

 Later in the garden I was back to my old tricks but it was different I know,as he adjusted his hardness blatantly and hanging on to his knob and grinning. "Like it? I love yours" At which I found myself nodding yes and feeling even more horny. "When are you coming up for that sponsorship money?" Fuck! He is,he's planning to fuck me! "You've done the run now haven't you? I'd come over the walls to give it to you but it'll be easier for you to pop in" I nodded,yes I'd done it and yes I'll pop in adding. "Our mum's taking the kids for all of next week and my hubbies working away as well. He give me a wry smile and he and I knew we were in harmony on what was going to happen

"Okay,pop up for that sponsor money mind,I won't pop over now,come to my front door then,anytime,that alright?" Yeah. I was stood there throbbing with excitement. I was going to get it,I just knew I was!

 Go to pt.2 if you like it,Bye.