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"Is that a problem?"

"No, it\'s just... unexpected."

Lauren guided me by the hand to the bathroom all the way in the back that nobody ever goes into, and locked the door. I threw myself on her, exploring her mouth vigorously with my tongue, and sucking on her lips. The bathroom is routinely cleaned, so there\'s no mess whatsoever. Lauren broke the kiss and dropped to her knees.

"Uh-uh." I shook my head.

"What do you mean, Conor?" she asked.

"Take off your pants," I said.

She did, and I followed suit. Then, I got on my back.

"Straddle my face," I told her.

Her eyes glinted with lust, then she did so. I pulled her bright yellow lacy panties to the side, and started to lick softly. I put one finger in, fucking her with it while licking her clit. She started massaging my cock, kissing and licking it all up the shaft and getting me harder my the second. I slipped a second finger into her tight pussy, making her moan onto my cock. I rubbed her clit faster and faster, making her groan louder and louder. She was gagging herself with my raging dick, so the moans sent waves of pleasure through me. It took only about two minutes for us to climax simultaneously. She wasn\'t a squirter, so it was relatively easy for me to catch all of her juices in my mouth, while she did the same. She milked my dick like a pro, then got off and lay next to me, panting with satisfaction.

We weren\'t finished for the night, though. We went to a restaurant/night club called Mansion. It was a perfect setting for any kind of naughty play, and we took advantage of it. after we got our seats and drinks (which were actually alcoholic, as we both knew the owner\'s son), the song Yeah Yeah, by Bodyrox came on. We quickly drained what was left of our drinks, and went to the floor, her leading me, yet again. We started grinding in time to the music. I got lost in the beat, and so did she. After a few songs, we were through with dancing. We went up into the Member\'s section (again, because of the owner\'s son), and found ourselves a private room. It had all of the trimmings, a full minibar, stereos, couches and chairs, and most important of all, sound-proofed walls. Lauren and I laid down on the bigger of the two couches, and started to kiss. We went on exploring eachother\'s mouths, then, my hands started to roam. They went straight for her ass, which was firm, because she swims. I squeezed, and she smiled through the kiss. Her hands went for my zipper, which she opened, and pulled my cock out. she started stroking it.

"Mmm... someone\'s ready for more," she said coyly as my dick grew hard.

"Only if you are," I replied.

My hands went from her ass to her pussy. I opened her pants up as well, and put my hand down them. She was soaked. I slipped two fingers in, rockstar style, and rubbed her G-Spot. She moaned into my kiss, and was rapidly approaching her orgasm. She quickly stopped me, stood up, and took off all of her clothing, except her bra and panties. I helped with those. I reached behind her, uncleasped her bra, and let it fall to the floor. I lowered my face to her breasts, and licked them slowly. I kissed around the nipples, which were the size of half dollars, and flicked the nipples themselves with the tip of my tongue. She moaned softly every time I did this. I dropped to my knees, and grabbed the elastic of her panties in my teeth. I pulled them down slowly, and let go. She stepped out of them, and sat down on the couch. I grabbed her legs and softly kissed up the insides of both. When I cam to her pussy, I threw all my inhibitions to the wind, and began to eat her out with wild abandon. As my nose massaged her clit, I buried my tongue in he vagina and stuck a finger in her ass. She gasped in surprised pleasure, and started breathing heavily. She lasted a while longer, but when she came, it was amazing. I clamped my mouth on the opening of her pussy and drank all of her juices in as they spilled out.

 
When she came down from her high, she threw me to the couch and started to feast on my cock, which was extremely hard. She sucked up and down on the side of my shaft, then focused all her attention on the head of the dick. She swirled her tongue around it, hitting all of the sensitive spots, and then thrust it her head down, my dick hitting the back of her throat. She made gurgling noises, and pulled back for air. She repeated this several times, and her throat muscles drove me over the edge. My orgasm was so strong, that I could barely gasp,

"I-I\'m-- cumming!"

She drove my dick all the way into her throat, without even gagging, and her throat muscles milked my cock for all it was worth. She pulled off, but my dick wouldn\'t go soft. She smiled at the sight of this, and straddled my hips. SHe lowered herself onto my dick.

I slowly thrust into her, her hips meeting me halfway. We continued this, going for 20 minutes. When her breathing quickened, I knew she was near orgasm. I paced it so we would climax at the same time. She finally came, screaming out in sheer delight. She shuddered, her vagina squeezing tight on my cock, sending me into extreme bliss. I clamped her down onto me, holding her tight. Her breathing slowed, and she almost fell asleep. My dick fell out, and I pulled her headdown to my chest.

"I love you," she breathed.

"I love you, too" I whispered into her ear.

After 10 minutes, we got up, and went back down into the club. The bartender, seeing us so disheveled, smiled knowingly. I smiled back. Lauren and I walked to her house, and kissed goodnight. I walked home, satisfied and tired.  I got into bed, and my phone rang. It was Lauren, with plans for next week.

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Moms Story.

Mom told how after Dad had come back from a trip a few years ago she had found a pair of blue and silver boxer shorts in his bag and the front of them were stiff with dried cum. She said that he must have worn them while having sex as the cum was on the outside as well as inside and that she had washed enough of their underwear over the years to know what she was talking about. Dad just sat speechless as Mom continued to talk. Now that she had started it all just poured out and there was no stopping her.

Thinking Dad was getting a bit extra Mom told of meeting a guy at the mall who said he photgraphed people for sales catalogues and was looking for regular people to take part. Mom agreed to be photographed and after being filmed and photographed in a variety of outfits got a bit out of control when it came time to do some lingerie shots. She played up to the camera and could see the photographer was getting turned on so she made her move and began kissing him and grabbing his stiffening erection through his trousers. In next to no to she had his cock out and was giving him a blow job and telling him what she wanted him to do to her. He then fucked her right in front of the cameras ripping off her bra and panties to get his cock into her hot pussy. It was a fast and furious fuck that ended shortly after it started with him pulling his cock out and shooting his load over her face and tits.

By now Dad, Sue and I just sat, the meal forgotten as we waited for Mom to reveal more.

Mom explained that afterwards they cleaned up, mumbled apologies as they dressed and then she left thinking that would be the end of it. Then a few days later he rang and said that the cameras had still been rolling while they had fucked and had captured the entire scene. Mom said she felt sick thinking he was going to use the tape to blackmail her but then he explained that he had shown that tape to some "movie " people and they were interested in knowing if she would like to be paid to be filmed fucking. Of course she said she was shocked but kind of interested as well. That night Dad had come home and said he was going to be gone for two weeks as he had to fill in on a sales trip for a sick partner. Mom told of her anger at the thought of Dad going off to get laid again so the next day rang the guy and agreed to his deal.

Over the next year she made nearly twenty short porno movies and was paid quite well. Her movie career started with her and one guy and by the end she was taking three or four guys in every hole, as well she had done some lesbo work and on one job had been fucked by a dog. She even explained how the first film had been shot here in our kitchen as she played the part of a house wife who fucks the repair man.

My brain was spinning as the images of  the videos I'd seen come back to me. I had never finished watching the tape because after that night with Mom and Jenny getting the real thing was preferable to pictures on the screen.

Mom kept on talking and told about giving up the business to try and get her family back together and then the accident to her mother pulled her away again but she was sure Dad was still getting sex elsewhere as he didn't seem interested in her anymore and then on the holiday to discover he was fucking his own daughter was the last straw.

Sues Story.

Sue ummed and aghhed for a minute and then said she could fill in some gaps in the story.

That time Dad went away, if you remember, his partner Dave stayed here that night so they could get away early in the morning. He kept joking about sleeping nude and sleepwalking and hoping he found his way around a strange house.  Mom, you told me to get a pair of new boxers from your wardrobe, one of the ones Dad hadn't worn and to put them in the guest room. The ones I got were blue with a silver pattern.

Dave kept flirting with me all night, he even rubbed his foot in my crotch, while we were having dinner. He just reached out under the table, it was all I could do not to laugh. After everyone had gone to bed I got up to get a drink and went down to the kitchen. All I had on was a shortish t-shirt that just covered my butt. When I was leaning into the fridge I guess it rode up showing my arse and pussy. Suddenly I felt something prod my butt and turning around found Dave standing there wearing nothing but the blue and silver boxers and his cock sticking out the front.

He was really cool and asked if I saw anything I'd like to eat. I dropped to my knees and gobbled his cock in a second. He stood with his hand on my head and made sure I couldn't pull away. He was pushing his cock down my throat when I began to gag. He explained about breathing through my nose and to relax as his cock hit the back of my mouth. After his helpful tips I soon had my nose buried in his pubic hair and his cock stretching my throat.

He let me work his cock for a while until he picked me up and lay me on the kitchen table then he started to eat my pussy. How I didn't wake the whole house with my yells of pleasure is a mystery. My pussy was throbbing and then Dave lay on the floor and I straddled his cock and rode him to orgasm right on the kitchen floor, where you filmed your first movie, in the same position.

Mom was surprised and asked if Sue had seen the tape but her reply was that she had come home from work early and seen her doing it but hadn't realised it was a movie as she could only see part of the room before she backed out. Sue looked at Mom and said that the boxers she had found must have been put in Dad's bag by Dave at the end of the trip and that the cum belonged to Dave and her because she remembers staying on top until his cock finally shrank and flopped from her cunt letting their mixed juices leak from her pussy.

Dad asked Sue was Dave her first but she just laughed and said a lady does not tell how many lovers she has had.

Sue continued her story by telling how she had not only seen Mom getting fucked in the kitchen but how she had also found her in bed one day having sex with a women. I could see the whole room and there weren't any cameras in there. Mom answered by telling how she had been a bit hesitant about doing it with a womem so Cassy had come over for private get together away from the cameras.

Sue admitted she had got horney at the thought of her mother fucking other people and one day when she was home "alone"  she had put on some of Moms lingerie and got one of the vibrators from the box under her bed and had fucked herself to a huge orgasm. As she finished she looked at the mirror and at that angle could see into the hall way where Dad was busy jerking himself off while he had watched. It was then that I thought that if Mom could fuck around so could I so I made plans to get Dad to fuck me.

I started wearing sexy panties to bed and if I heard Dad come home I'd throw off the covers and pretend to be asleep to see if Dad peeked in the door. On at least two occasions I saw him jerk off while looking at my body. Then one day I yawned as he was watching and he must have thought I was waking up so he hustled into the bathroom. I followed and was rubbing my face as I pushed open the door making it look like I had just woken up and was not sure of what I was doing. He was standing there holding his cock so I just dropped right on to it taking it in my mouth in one swallow. I mumbled some guys name and kept telling him how big his cock was and if I was good would he shoot his load on my face.

Dad didn't make a move to stop me, he just let me pump his cock until it exploded across my face. I sucked and pumped it all out then I stood and walked back to my room and fell back on the bed as if asleep.  Over the next few weeks I teased him every chance I got, asking him to help me undo zips, or calling for a towel when I was in the shower and letting him get an eyeful of my wet, naked body.

Then came the night you left for Gran's and you and Dad had the big fight. He went to bed alone and you stayed downstairs till Aunty Rose came and picked you up. Hearing you leave I sneaked into your room and slid under the doona. Dad was asleep but shortly after I started pulling and licking his cock he was awake. I was in the middle of giving him my best ever blow job when you came back and I nearly bit his cock off from shock, fortunately Dad called out not to turn on the lights. You did what you had to do and left and I went back to work.  The shock of your arrival and the thought of getting caught really turned me on. Being naked I was ready to make my move and rolled onto Dad and had his cock in my pussy before he realised what I was doing.

He must have missed sex for a while because he almost threw me off the bed the way he was punching his cock into me. It was all I could do to hold on but Dad had a grip on my tits to stop me going anywhere. It took only a few minutes and I felt his cock spasm as his first shot of cum exploded into my hungry pussy. I kept riding him, grinding my clit against his pubic hair, feeling his cum pump from his balls to fill me up. Just like with Dave I flopped on Dad's chest totally spent from the experience and waited till his deflating cock slipped from my cunt.

Now that he had a taste he turned into a randy old man who couldn't keep his hands off or cock out of me. We had sex in a variety of positions and places and he was a wild man. One day Mark came into the store and acted like a jerk, so to get him back, I asked one of the stock guys for some porno mags so that I could embarass Mark. Well you could have knocked me down with a feather when I looked in one of the magazines and there was Mom being fucked by four guys. You had a blond wig and glasses but the birthmark on you butt was all I need to see.

Dad had offered my a deal to let two guys from Arthur's Hardware fuck me to seal a big sale. As it turned out they turned the tables on Dad and had him fuck me and then they discovered Mark spying on us from the store room behind the garage and had him do me as well. All up I fucked the four of them, got paid nicely and Dad won the trip to the island then when you busted us all at it and joined in I was so happy.

Dads Story.

Once Sue stopped Dad decided to jump in with his version. Turning to Mom he again stated that he had never had sex while on the road. He admitted that their sex life was slowing but with the tension of making sales to pay the bills and the long hours of travelling he really needed Mom to do something special to put some pep into his pecker when she wanted sex.

He remembered that after that trip with Dave Mom seemed to have drawn away from him. Then when one of the other sales guys had gotten sick and he had to head out for another two weeks he really noticed how cold Mom was when he got back. Then you told me of the "ladies" club you had joined and you seemed to be gone most of the time and when we were both home you didn't want sex with me. I must say I was tempted to try my luck on the road but then came the day I saw Sue on our bed with the vibrator and something snapped and I decided if I couldn't have you I'd have Sue.

I knew the deal with Arthurs Hardware would get me a big bonus but I had to nail that sale or I was going to be taken off the road and put in the sales office where my pay would drop. I tried every angle to close the deal and then I heard the expression "sex sells" so I organised the "meeting" at home with Sue. Let me also say that I only had sex with one other person unlike you with your career.

I thought Mom was about to go off again but all she said was Dad was right. They should have talked it out earlier or got some professional help. Dad reached over and gave her a big hug and I knew that they had turned the corner in their life. Just I was hoping all was over they turned to me and asked me what my story was.

Marks Story.

I didn't know if I should mention the stone so I sort of told my story around it. Turning to "face" the crowd I started with Mom leaving and how Dad and Sue kept asking me about my school time table, when I expected to be home, what after school activities I had and stuff like that. I got suspicious so the day of the fire at school I managed to get home before the school could contact anyone and found Dad and Sue fucking on the lounge and from what they were saying it wasn't the first time.

I told them everything, seeing Sue and Jenny with Moms sex toys, fucking Sue when she was passed out from the sleeping tablets, the video tape, the sex with Jenny and Mom, the sex on the plane to the island, the sex on the island, filming Mom and the gym guy. I was spewing forth all my sex related adventures over the past months and then I told Mom how Mr Maurice had bought the company that made her films and how the reason we got to fly with him was that he recognised her at the airport.

Then I told about the copies I had made of my film and how I had given one to Maurice and then I reached into my pocket and pulled out a cheque for $10,000.00 which Maurice had given me on the flight back. He also promised me more if  I could get you back on film again.

The room was quiet and then Dad said we had all done things we were not proud of and that decent families did not behave this way and it was good to get it all out in the open. Mom agreed with Dad but then added that as long as we were all comfortable about who was screwing who then she had no problems with how our family operated. I just gave Mom, Dad and Sue a big hug and declared us the "luckiest" family alive.

PS  

It was a few weeks later that I was home by myself so I popped the disc in of  Mom and the gym guy from the island. It just got to the part where he walks off and as I reached for the remote I realised the disc was still playing so I let it run and to my horror there was my naked butt in front of the camera. I had filmed myself fucking Mom and had given copies away, no wonder Maurice paid ten grand for it, he must have really gotten off seeing us going at it.

Well I hope you enjoyed this story. I may revisit again in the future. There were some openings for the story to go off along a different path and some ideas left hanging. I would like to thank everyone who offered feedback and suggestions.

Thanks

Bakerman.

 
  

  

 

Emma had been brought up in a strict Christian family. The closest thing the young girl had to what one would call sex education was a brief yet stern lecture from her mother informing Emma of her "no zone", an area that extended from the neck to below her knees, where no one but her future husband was allowed to touch, including Emma. Despite her parents’ insistence that sex was an act of procreation between husband and wife, Emma’s body seemed to regard it as a basic human need on a level with food and water. Though she fought her shameful urges over the years, her entire being ached with some indescribable emptiness that only the occasional breach of her no zone could ease. By the time she was seventeen Emma could no longer resist and her small fingers invaded her no zone nightly, in the dark, stretched out beneath her quilt, with her little sister snoring across the room. Then Mr. Johnson came to visit.

Mr. Johnson’s brother was a member of Emma’s church and when he got married Mr. Johnson and his wife and three girls came to stay for the weekend. The bride and groom both had large families, so even though Emma’s parents had never met Mr. Johnson and his family, Emma’s father offered to put them up while they were in town.

They arrived Friday night in time for dinner. As Mr. Johnson climbed out of the car Emma’s eyes took in the sight of his long, lean body. He was her father’s age but he had a full head of thick, dark hair streaked with gray and hard, muscular arms that she guessed were the result of his work; he told her father he was a carpenter. As Emma followed them up the front porch her eyes moved up his body and she blushed deeply when she met his eyes smiling back at her.

Emma helped her mother bring the food out. Her father was telling Mr. Johnson he had built the long dining room table himself and had chosen to use benches at the sides to give it more of a church hall community feel. Mr. Johnson lifted the lace cloth covering the top to examine the woodwork and complimented Emma’s father on his effort. Emma placed the gravy next to Mrs. Johnson and her blush returned when she realized the only empty spot for her to sit was at the far end of the table next to Mr. Johnson.

Emma sat down and they said Grace. Immediately following, Emma’s father began talking of Jesus and his work as a carpenter. Emma stared at her plate but from the corner of her eye she could see Mr. Johnson nodding in response to her father. He picked up his napkin, spreading it over his lap, and as he sermonized with her father, Mr. Johnson’s hand lifted the hem of Emma’s summer dress and came to rest on her bare knee.

Emma’s back stiffened and her heart nearly stopped in her chest. She might have jumped except for the soft but firm pressure of Mr. Johnson’s hand squeezing her knee. She looked quickly at the man but his head was turned toward her father. As he spoke of his love for the Book of Matthew his hand, in tiny circular caresses, moved higher up Emma’s thigh. Her thoughts a blur and the conversation drowned out by the beating of her heart, Emma exhaled slowly and found her legs falling open to receive his touch.

"Emma...Emma!" It was her mother, "Are you alright? You’re not eating." Emma looked up to see all eyes in the room on her, including Mr. Johnson’s. The thrilling movement of his fingers over her naked thigh had stopped but his hand stayed where it was, half way up her skirt, hidden from view under the table cloth.

Emma excused herself and went to the bathroom. On her way back to the table her body was a torrent of nerves and excitement and she marveled at the physical sensation caused by the absence of something. Her slip and damp panties where still in the bathroom, tucked neatly away in the bottom of the clothes hamper, and every step reminded Emma of her nakedness beneath the thin cotton dress.

She slid back onto the bench, this time inching closer to Mr. Johnson, this time bunching her dress up around her thighs. But her heart sank when he continued his conversation with her father, hardly aware of her presence. She very nearly gave up and began to push her hem back down her thighs when something in her changed. She gave a quick look around the table to see that everyone’s attention was on her father, then she reached into Mr. Johnson’s lap and took hold of his hand, pulling it back to her waiting thigh.

Emma could tell she was affecting him. He still spoke casually to her father but his voice seemed dry and thirsty. When the small finger on his right hand finally brushed against her bare slit with its damp curls of dark hair and heat she wanted to scream out from anticipation, but her interest in his reaction kept her calm. His hand froze. His eyes fell to his plate. Then Emma watched from the corner of her eye as he glanced at her quickly with the corner of his mouth curled up. She felt his fingers fan out over her swollen lips and slowly, teasingly pry them open. She heard him moan.

"Emma! Sit up and eat your dinner!" There was no slouching at the dinner table and her mother’s words hit Emma like a glass of ice water. As she shot upright in her chair, Mr. Johnson did not jerk his hand back but kept still, and suddenly it was resting at mid thigh again. She wanted to cry. When she looked up she was staring across the table into the eyes of Mr. Johnson’s oldest daughter. Emma was certain she saw a look of recognition there, that she knew what Emma was letting her father do beneath the table, but surely the girl was too young to be aware of such things, and when Emma looked again she knew she had only imagined it.

The hand stayed put on her thigh until dessert was served and he moved it away as Emma’s mother drew near with their slices of pie. As everyone settled again, Mr. Johnson reached back into Emma’s lap but this time grabbed her wrist and pulled it to him under the table. His legs were spread wide and as Emma’s hand came to rest on his thigh she felt the thick lump extending from the crotch of his jeans. Her hands instinctively wrapped around the bulge and began squeezing and rubbing it. Mr. Johnson didn’t say a word in conversation as everyone consumed their pies.

Mr. and Mrs. Johnson took over Emma’s room for the weekend while the three girls slept in the guest house out back. Emma was stuck in the small bedroom downstairs and was washing her face in the bathroom across the hall when the door swung open. Before she could react Mr. Johnson was behind her pushing her forward over the sink and her pajama bottoms were in a pile at her ankles. Bent at the waist, Emma gasped as she felt his lips and tongue against the cheeks of her naked butt. His hand pushed up between her thighs, his fingers igniting her sensitive lips. He was standing again and through her bangs she could see the reflection of his chiseled, muscular chest in the mirror, his shirt unbuttoned and hanging open. She heard the grinding of a zipper then felt the hot flesh pressed against her inner thigh. Both hard and soft at once, it danced between her legs before he took hold, one hand on her ass, the other guiding the hard-on.

Emma clutched the sides of the porcelain sink as she felt the tip of his cock prying open her virgin slit. Her back arched and she pushed her hips back to meet him as the walls of her cunt hugged their first cock. He was stuffing a rag into her mouth while he filled her aching pussy inch by agonizing inch with his meat. She bit down on the terry cloth and let it swallow her cries as tears flowed over her cheeks and he began taking slow, short strokes in and out of her. Her knees shook as his strokes became longer and deeper.

She was suddenly aware that the water was running in the bathtub next to them. The gushing faucet was loud enough to hide the sounds of their fucking and she let the wash cloth fall from her mouth. His cock was quickly finding the pleasure inside her and she listened to her own voice moaning back to her in the echo of the sink basin. His rhythm was hard and fast now and his balls slapped playfully against her exposed clit sending jolts of electric pleasure through her body with each thrust. His hand was at her cheek and she sucked his fingers into her mouth looking up at him in the mirror. There eyes locked and she new she had found what her body needed. She squeezed her cunt around his cock as he lifted her t-shirt over her breasts and covered them with his rough palms. The sensation was too much when...

"You okay in there Emma?" her father called out wrapping on the door with his knuckle. She wanted to scream. She wanted him to hear Mr. Johnson’s hips smacking against her ass. She wanted him to hear her moans of lust and pure ecstacy. She wanted to tear the door open so he could see his perfect daughter getting fucked. She imagined bouncing up and down on Mr. Johnson’s cock in the middle of her parent’s useless bed while they sat in horror watching her devour him with her cunt.

"I’m just gunna take a bath, I’m not feeling well," she called out. Mr. Johnson did not miss a beat and actually fucked harder as she carried on a conversation with her father not five feet away. He squeezed the firm cheeks of her ass and the sensation overcame her. As she called out goodnight to her Dad, her voice cracked and her first orgasm ripped through her body making her shudder and moan. Mr. Johnson was not far behind her and soon she felt his cock slammed deep inside her filling her with his scalding seed.

He lifted her into the tub before sneaking out of the bathroom. She sat there in the hot water washing the blood from her thighs, her mind trying to grasp what had just happened. Her body ached and she desperately needed to sleep as the images of her first fuck swirled before her eyes. It would not occur to her until the following night, sitting on the edge of her bed staring at Mr. Johnson’s throbbing hard-on, that she had lost her virginity without actually seeing a cock.

The wedding had kept them all busy throughout the day and Emma had to be satisfied with staring at Mr. Johnson in his tux from a distance. When the parents went off to the reception, Emma was charged with watching after the three Johnson girls at home. She had no idea what time it was when the lamp on her night stand clicked on but she had been deep asleep, the girls put to bed hours ago. It took a moment to register the sight before her, but as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes she made out the form of Mr. Johnson standing next to her bed unzipping the pants of his tuxedo.

He pulled his cock free and it hung softly from his open fly. Emma sat up, her eyes wide, taking in the sight. She licked her lips and a soft whisper from above told her to touch it. It filled her small hand and grew hard in her fist as she moved her delicate fingers around it. She was mesmerized by it, and as the whispers from above continued to coax her, she felt it slipping between her full red lips and tasted the salty bead waiting at its tip. She loved the feeling of his prick in her mouth as she worked her lips and tongue up and down his shaft. She sucked his balls swirling her tongue around them before pushing her lips as far as she could down his thick pole. His cock swelled and his hips locked and she felt the hot gush of liquid filling her cheeks and coating her tongue. She sat nervously with her mouth full of cum until he suggested she swallow it.

He pulled her down onto the floor and lay back as she straddled his cock. She liked the position. She was still soar from her first time and she was glad for the chance to control the rhythm. She found her second orgasm just before his cock burst inside her dripping snatch.

Emma spent the next day at church with her family and the Johnson’s. After lunch the girls were bored and Mr. Johnson said he would take them home while his wife stayed for Bible study with Emma’s parents. Emma said she would help Mr. Johnson with the girls.

He must have had the silk scarf hidden in his coat pocket. Emma was blindfolded before she could say a word to Mr. Johnson. She had fucked him twice now yet they had hardly spoken to each other. He closed the door to the guest house and assured her the girls were playing and would not miss them. Under the blackness of the silk scarf, Emma felt her clothes falling to the floor. She stood shivering, nervous and scared, anxious and excited. His hands and lips covered her body, teasing her and exploring every curve and crevasse.

He pulled her by the hand and she stumbled blindly forward until he pushed her back onto the mattress. He held her hands above her head, his lips at her breasts, and just as quickly as the blindfold had appeared, there was suddenly silk binding her hands to the metal head-frame of the small bed. Emma jumped, confused and lost in the darkness, but his words calmed her until her feet were tied in silk, one at each corner of the bed. She was scared and almost started to cry when she felt the lips covering her left nipple, then the right. Her cry turned into a moan and her fear melted away.

Emma was breathing heavy and disoriented beneath the blindfold, unable to move her arms or legs. Something felt different about his lips and his touch. It seemed softer, more delicate and sensual. Emma’s thoughts exploded when the tongue left her breasts and began snaking its way down her belly. She suddenly realized where his lips where headed and the thought, entirely new to her innocent mind, seemed both filthy and unbelievably sexy. The thought, however was nothing compared to the actual contact, as soft lips and a wet tongue covered her sex and racked fire over her clit. Her hips bounced and her legs vibrated, and through the electricity in her brain Emma could feel the bed rocking violently. The hands that held her hips as the tongue ravaged her cunt were different, something was not right. But before Emma could focus her attention away from her throbbing clit her body erupted in violent pleasure, her own cries echoing in her ears.

Lips wet and musky pressed hard over Emma’s mouth and she realized this was the first time she had kissed her lover. His tongue slid into her mouth massaging her own and filling her with her own flavor. Emma felt drunk as the lips pulled softly away. Everything was still and silent but for a rustling next to the bed, bare feet on the wood floor. Then his weight returned to the mattress, much heavier it seemed, as he crawled between her thighs. Her feet were suddenly freed and he held her ankles in his grip high in the air, spread wide, his cock sliding perfectly into her open cunt.

Emma screamed with a cross of pleasure and pain as he fucked her unmercifully, his hips pounding her ass and inching the bed across he floor. Her arms stretched out over her head and blinded by the scarf, Emma was lost in time and space as if nothing else existed but her pussy and the exquisite torture of his cock. Her body rocked with one orgasm after another until she felt his cock escape her cunt’s grip. In the darkness she felt the wetness splashing over her tits, hot against her neck and chin, dribbling into her navel. Then the lips were there again, and a tongue so soft to her sensitive skin she shivered. Her senses were lost in the darkness and she tried to understand his mouth so sensual lapping up his own seed from her body. His weight left the bed and her body and mind swam with heat and confusion, the sucking and slurping still loud and clear though she could no longer feel the touch.

Then the room was silent. Outside Emma could hear the girls running and playing and her body shook at the thought of what their father had just done with her. A door clunked shut, she thought, and Emma listened, nervous again. She tried to sit up but her hands were still bound. Her body was wet with sex and she started to shiver, but then his weight was there again releasing her at last. He said little as they got dressed and his two youngest girls ran past the window kicking a ball. He would leave with his wife and three girls the next morning and it would be twelve years before Emma would see him again.

Less than a week later, Emma would meet and fuck her future husband for the first time. A little over a month would pass before she discovered she was pregnant with Samantha. The wedding was rushed and Emma’s relationship with her family was in tatters.

As her husband stood hunched over in the shadows of their house spying on their babysitter, Emma was not worrying about getting pregnant. She had received her sex education by now. She had met Jason at this very hotel where the wedding was taking place only a few weeks earlier when he came to her room to complain about the noise. He was the night manager at the inn, and when she opened the door completely naked with the young couple still fucking on the bed behind her, she made quite an impression on him. She promised to keep the noise down as she winked at the stunned young man with his jaw on the floor. After she finished up with the newlyweds, Emma went down to the front desk and apologized properly.

Jason had provided the free room tonight, and as Emma leaned back against his chest with his cock buried deep in her ass, she let the cock riding her pussy provide the rhythm for the three of them. The piece of meat in her hand was spilling hot cum across Emma’s lips and dribbling off her chin on to her tits, while she studied its dark sheath in her pale hand, licking softly at the swollen head. She was glad Jason had hired extra banquet help for the wedding.

Freshly showered, her bob hair cut fashionably teased, she made her way back to the reception in time for a drink before her husband returned. His expression was slightly shaken and she couldn’t wait to find out what her young cousin had done to return him so flustered.

Thursday passed quickly, and I loaded up on carbs for dinner. I went up to my room, and went to bed. At around midnight, my cell phone started vibrating on my nightstand. It said "Unkown Caller". I was groggy, but I picked it up anyway. "Hello?" Click. I was too tried to think about it, so I went to the bathroom, the back to bed. It happened twice more, but I didn't want to lose my focus for the game, so I just turned off my phone and went to sleep.

When the morning came, I ate a big breakfast, and showered, and all the other crap too. I went to school, and waited through the day. I was pretty cool with all of my teachers, because I had straight A's, so they let me listen to my Zune through class. I saw Jessica a few times during the day, and she smiled knowingly at me, and that smile just stayed with me the whole day. I decided I was going to put on a really good show at the game tonight. The last bell rang, and I proceeded to the locker room. I was the first one there, so I just went into a corner and stretched out on a bench. Coach walked in after all the other players got there, gave us a "Give it your all" speech, then went into his office, and we all got changed.

The game started, and by the second quater,  we were down 28-0. Coach was pretty pissed, because they kept recovering the ball, and our quarterback was crap for some reason. Our backup was sent in, and things changed. On offense, I slammed into the pocket again and again. I gained 70 yards in a single rush, bringing us within 10 yards of a touchdown. Coach wanted to go for a field goal because it was 4th down. Everyone saw the stupidity in this, and the Backup QB, Joe, decided to give me the ball for one last offensive punch. I slammed it in, and the score was 28-7. On defense, I got through everyone on the kickoff, and tackled their runner at the 30. The next play, our right tackle was injured so I volunteered for the spot, and was accepted. I slammed through their guard and center, and had a clear shot at the opposing QB. I body-checked him to the ground, and the ball flew out of his hands. I caught it mid-air,  and ran for another touchdown. we eventually beat the other team by a staggering 63-28, mostly because of me. I got the game ball, and as I was walking back to the locker room, out of the crowd from the stands rushed Jessica, who planted a firm kiss on my lips, and whispered, "See you tomorrow night."She then walked away with me staring after her. My teammates slapped me on the back, laughing at my slightly stunned face. It was right then that I decided to go to the Party. I got home, and I went to sleep, but the same thing happened with the phone. Ring, click, ring, click, ring, click.

The next day passed fairly quickly, and I looked forward to the Party. 10 O'Clock rolled around, and I went out. I walked to Mike's house. His parents were out for the weekend, so he had the house to himself, specially for the party. I walked in, and was greeted with a startling amount of cheers. "The man of the hour!" someone shouted. I laughed to myself, and began to look for Jessica. I couldn't find her anywhere, so I got into a conversation about the game with a few of the other Football players. Around 11 PM, Craig, the tackle I replaced, tapped me on the shoulder and pointed to the door. "Your date's here," he joked. I punched him in the arm, and looked. It was Jessica. I promptly walked over to the cooler and grabbed two bottles of Coor's Light. I got her attention, walked over to her, and handed her the bottle. "Pretty intense game," she said. "Yeah... it was, wasn't it?" She suddenly asked me, "So, why haven't you asked me out yet? I've been flirting with you sooo much in class." "Well, that would take balls so big I couldn't walk with them. I mean, you're extremely fucking hot." She giggled and bushed at that, and suggested we go sit down for a while. We talked, drank, and talked some more. Out of nowhere, Mike picked me up by the arm and dragged me over to the keg. "We've got a volunteer, everybody!" "What!?" "You, my ftriend are doing a keg-stand. NOW." He and Joe lifted my legs up, and I thought, "Ah, what the hell." I stayed on for 2 and a half minutes, and was pretty tipsy when I got off.

Jessica was laughing at me stumbling around, so she took me by the arm and said, "Let's find a place for you to lay down."We went upstairs, found an empty bedroom, and closed and closed the door. Jessica pushed me onto my back on the bed, then sat next to me. we simply looked at eachother for a mintue.

Then, I sat up, and kissed her on the lips. She kissed back with more force. I broke the kiss and she said, "Wow, I've been waiting a long time for this." I then rolled her onto her back, and we started making out aggressively. Our tongues danced, and we both fought for dominance. I started to grow hard, and she noticed it. "Hmm, someone's ready for a little action, aren't they?" She started to push me off, but I told her to stay put. I slowly stripped off her pants while she watched me lustfully. When they were off, along with both of our socks and shoes, I started to kiss my way up the insides of her legs. When I reached her silky red thong, I pulled it down with my teeth. I moved back to her pussy, which was clean shaven, with perfect puffy lips. I licked my way around her pussy lips, getting them wet, and starting her juices flowing. Then, I pushed my middle finger in. She drew in a sharp breath. Her pussy felt so soft and smooth. I started fingering and licking her a the same time. I thumbed her clit, which brought more moans than she was already making, and pushed my finger in deeper. I bent it upwards, hitting her G-Spot. She shuddered and had an immediate orgasm, that kept going and turned into another, and another after that, and another after that one, too. She was sucking wind at a great rate, and I slid my hand underneath her shirt, up her toned, sexy abs, and to her breasts, which I squeezed. I helped her take off her shirt, then her bra, which I threw to the floor. I leaned down and sucked her half-dollar sized nipples into my mouth, one after the other. I bit down gently, all the while still fingering her to a second multiple-orgasmic experience. When that happened she moaned, "I'm cumming!" I moved faster after that, and she quivered in pure ecstacy.

When she had gotten her breath back, she looked over at me, where I was carresing her firm ass, and said, "My turn." I took off my shirt, and she unzipped my pants, and let my 8" dick free. I was so hard by that point, I thought I was going to pop a blood vessel in my cock. She stroked my shaft slowly, gazing lustfully into my eyes. She licked the drop of precum off the head of my cock, then sucked the entire head into her mouth. She rubbed my balls, jerked me off, and bobbed her head on my cock, all at the same time, making for a wonderful experience. My knees buckled and I fell to the bed, but she didn't let my cock out of her mouth for a second. She started to deepthroat me. I grabbed her hair and held it out of her face,  and she started humming, sending vibrations all down my shaft. I then groaned and said, "Here it comes!" I started face-fucking her wildly, and shot my load down her throat. She didn't lose a drop.

 I looked at her after she came back onto the bed next to me and asked, "Was that your first time?"

"Yeah, but I've watched some porn, ya know?"

We both chuckled at that, then she said, "You ready for more?"

"Hell yes!"

She climbed on top of me, saying she wanted to control her first time, and I didn't have a problem with that. She grasped my cock and slid it into her velvety soft pussy. I looked at her caringly and said, "Jessica, are you ready for this?" She nodded, closed her eyes, and dropped down. She cried out in pain, and I garbbed her and held her close, letting her adjust to the pain. We stayed like that for five minutes, and I loved the feeling of her soft breasts pressed against my chest. Then she started grinding her hips against mine. I matched her motions, grinding and thrusting away. Jessica then started to kiss me, once again wrestling with my tongue for dominance. We went at it for quite a long time, fondling and kissing eachother all the while. Soon, I felt a tingling in my toes, just as she whispered in my ear, "I'm gonna cum soon." "Me too." I started thrusting up to meet hers faster and faster, and she moaned lowly, steadily getting louder, until we climaxed in the same moment,  then she screamed in joy, having a third set of multiple orgasms, bucking her hips.

"That was fucking amazing... I've never been able to do that to myself..." she breathed. I held her close for ten minutes after that.

Soon, we heard the pattering of rain on the windows. We looked at the clock, and it read 2:08 AM. We thought the party was starting to come indoors, due to the rain, so we decided to get dressed before any unwelcomed visitors came into the room. We then went downstairs, and found everyone watching us when we got to the bottom. They started clapping and cheering,and we got red to the ears. I threw an arm around her shoulders, and guided her to a seat on the couch. Everyone went back about their business of partying, with the bass thumping throughout the house, and the music blasting. Mike came over with bottles for each of us in his hands, and sat down in the chair across from us.

"You guys should try to be quieter next time you do that. Everyone heard you over the music down here," he laughed. "Well, enjoy yourselves." He smiled and walked away.

Around 3 AM, Jessica said she should probably be getting home now, and I asked to walk her home, as it was raining, though I would have walked her home anyway. I wrapped my coat around her and put my arm about her waist. We walked the mile to her house, and I hugged her close and kissed her on the lips. She started to take my jacket off, but I told her to keep it. She smiled kissed me one last time, the went into her house. I watched her window, and when she looked out, I waved goodbye, and started jogging to my home, which was 2 miles away. Thank God I had UnderArmour on, because it was freezing outside. I got back to my house, snuck back into my room, and laid down for bed. I was thinking about what happened, when my phone vibrated, startling me out of my reverie. It said "Unknown Caller." I only hit the talk button, and listened. The voice on the other end of the line was Jessica's.

She said softly, "Hello? Conor? Are you there?"

"Yeah, I'm here... so, you're the one that's been calling me, huh?"

"Yeah... You got me."

We talked for 2 hours, and when we said goodbye, it was already 6 AM. I passed out cold after that. When I woke 3 hours later, I showered, and went out to the store. Jessica was there, and we spent the rest of the day together.

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He shook his head. “Just some western…there’s not much on.” He leaned back and began to tease her damp hair. “Feeling any better?”

She snuggled in closer. “A little, but I’m afraid the puss is off limits for tonight. Sorry, babe.”

He smiled and turned her face to his. “That’s ok…as long as I can be with you. Sex isn’t all we have, you know.”

She smiled and they kissed deeply, lovingly. When they finally pulled apart, she said, “I know, but I just love making love to you.”

He smiled and kissed her again. “And I love making love with you. But I also love sitting here and watching TV with you, kissing you, and just being together and holding you.”

She settled in against him, feeling the warmth of his body as his loving words warmed her heart. Whatever was bothering him earlier seemed to have passed, but she wanted to make sure. “Are you upset that I was flirting with Ashley?”

There was a pause until she looked up at him. “I’m not upset, but do you think it’s wise to bring more people into this?”

She inhaled a breath and released it slowly, mulling that over. “Hmm…you may have a point there. But I have to know if she’s really into me or if I’m just imagining it. Would you mind if I just hooked up with her and didn’t include anyone else?”

He considered this. “Does it really mean that much to you? I mean, you have five lovers already.”

“I know, but there’s something about her…she…reminds me of someone I knew back home.”

He raised his eyebrows. “I thought you told me you’d never been with another girl before Michelle?”

She shook her head. “She was a just friend…Lin…my best friend. And no, we never hooked up, but I often fantasized about it.” She paused. It was only a small lie. When they’d first got together with Michelle, it’d been before her, Lin and Jason had their threesome back in Williamstown. She lay her head against his shoulder and added with a sigh, “I really miss her.” When he didn’t reply for several long seconds, she said, “If it bothers you, then I’ll drop it, ok?”

He sighed and turned to face her. “Honey, I never want to stand in your way. I want you to experience everything you want to, but I just don’t want to risk losing what we have.” She started to reply, but he stopped her. “Put yourself in my shoes for a minute. How would you feel if I said there was a hot girl at school I wanted to try to have sex with. Wouldn’t you be even a little jealous?”

She held his eyes for a moment, considering what he’d said. It wasn‘t exactly the same thing, but she resisted the urge to say she’d have no problems if he wanted to bring a hot guy he met to their bed. “You’re right,” she finally admitted with a frown. “I’m sorry, baby.”

He pulled her close. “I meant what I said, though. If this is something you really need to do, then I won’t be upset. All I ask is that you keep it between the two of you.”

Angie nodded and kissed him, briefly on the lips at first, then it became more impassioned until they were practically devouring one another. Within a few minutes, Angie’s robe was untied and Steve was fondling her tits, pinching and teasing her erect nipples. She moaned into his mouth, wondering if just maybe her tender pussy could handle one more time. When Steve’s fingers began to rub her labia, she got her answer.

“Ow, please…stop,” she whimpered, pulling his hand from between her legs. She gave him an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, I’m just too tender.”

“That’s ok, Ang. I think I’ve had enough for one day anyway.” He leaned in to kiss her again but she held him back, turning and cocking an ear toward the stairs. When he tried to ask what she was doing, she shushed him, listened for a few more seconds, then turned back to him with that mischievous grin he knew so well. Her fingers reached out and undid the button of his jeans. “Angie…” he protested, glancing up the stairs.

“Shhh…don’t worry about it,” she whispered as she unzipped his fly and reached inside his jeans. His cock was already starting to grow from their animated make-out session and she extracted it from his shorts, stroking it slowly. She looked up at him and licked her lips. “Nothing wrong with my mouth!”

Before he could respond, she bent over and took him into her hot, wet mouth. He wasn’t completely hard and she was able to take him in all the way, her lips circling the base of his shaft and his short pubic hair tickling her nose. He groaned softly and she felt his hips move as her tongue began to work along the bottom of his shaft. She pulled back and took him all the way in again, but he was now growing harder quite fast and she gagged a little. The next time, she resumed her usual style, taking him as deep as she could and pumping him with her hand. He moaned again and she felt his hand on the back of her head. This gave her an idea and she pulled her sexy mouth from his hard cock, still stroking it with her hand. She got on her knees in front of him and looked up.

“When I go down, I want you to move my head up and down, ok?” He gave her a puzzled look. “Pretend you’re forcing me to do this. You know, pull my hair, hold me down…fuck my mouth.” He gave her an ‘are you sure?’ look and she nodded, her eyes sparkling. “Uh-huh…treat me like a slut again! That was so hot!”

“All right, if you really want me to,” he said, taking another glance up the stairs. He could hear the familiar creak of the floorboards in the family room and knew they were safe for the moment anyway.

Angie grinned and opened her robe to display her beautiful breasts to him. She leaned up and squeezed them together around his cock, looking up at him. He sighed and rested a hand on the back of her head, then his lips formed an almost evil grin. She felt him applying more downward pressure on her head and released his cock from between her tits.

“Suck it, bitch!” he breathed, pushing her down even harder. She pretended to resist and he reached down and pinched a nipple, causing her to gasp. When she did, he pushed down again and moaned as her hot little mouth engulfed his cock once again. She let out a muffled “Mmmph!” and he began to pump her head up and down, his fingers gripping her long hair. “Yesss…” he sighed, “Suck it good!”

Angie was becoming more and more turned on and began to attack his cock with vigor as it was forced into her mouth again and again. How she longed to be able to deep throat him and take him all the way in when he was fully hard like this. She was going to have to learn to do that. She could taste his salty precum, becoming stronger and stronger as more of the clear, musky juice flowed from his cock.

“Oh, fuck!” he groaned after a few minutes of this. She felt his cock swell and lifted off enough to catch his seed on her tongue when he came. A few seconds later, she was rewarded with a healthy load of hot spunk, which she swallowed before pulling off and jerking the remaining shots onto her face and tits. When he was done shooting, she sucked him clean, her tongue laving his shaft and balls as he basked in the warm afterglow, his fingers entwined in her beautiful golden hair.

“Ahem.”

They both looked up to see Cathy standing at the foot of the stairs watching them with her arms folded across her chest and a very disapproving look on her face. Angie scrambled to her feet, wiping the gobs of semen from her face. Steve fumbled with his pants, his heart pounding. Of all the times to stop paying attention!

“Go clean yourself up, Angie,” Cathy said calmly, glancing at her, then to Steve. Without a word, Angie ran into the bathroom and pushed the door closed. Cathy walked over to him, still holding the same parental stance. “I thought you two might be up to something, but to be honest, I really didn’t need to see that.” Steve hung his head in shame. Busted by his girlfriend’s mother! She waited several long moments before speaking again, listening to the water running in the bathroom. “Just be thankful it wasn’t her father who came down here. As much as he likes you, Steve, I don’t know how he would have reacted to…to…that!”

“I…I’m sorry,” Steve mumbled, not knowing what else to say.

“It’s not all your fault, Steve,” she said, “Although you do bear much of the responsibility.” She sat down in one of the easy chairs as the water stopped and the bathroom door opened. A much more respectable looking Angie slowly crept out and went over to sit next to Steve, ready to accept her lecture and subsequent punishment.

Cathy studied them for a moment, then shook her head. “Angie, I thought you were smarter than that.” Angie hung her head and nodded. Cathy gave them each a long, hard look. “Look, I know I can’t stop you two from doing this. All I ask is that you never, ever do it again when there’s a chance myself or your father will catch you.” She paused for a moment, then focused on Angie. “Angie, we don’t restrict your time with Steve or impose unfair curfews, so there’s no reason for giving blowjobs in the basement while we’re right upstairs.” Angie couldn’t believe her mother just said ‘blow job’ but kept silent. “I know you’re becoming a woman, honey, and I can’t stop you from experimenting with sex. But if I ever catch you guys again doing anything beyond a little necking, there will be some serious consequences. Do I make myself clear?” They both nodded without looking up. “All right. Now, I think it’s time for bed.” She stood up and started toward the stairs. “Oh, and I’ll be doing random bed checks tonight, so keep that in mind.” With that, she was gone.

Angie waited until she was upstairs, then hugged Steve. “Oh my god, that was so embarrassing!”

“Tell me about it. Imagine me sitting here alone with your mother after that…not pleasant.”

“I’m sorry, baby. But I had your stuff all over my face. I had to clean up.”

He kissed her head. “I know, and I’m not blaming you. It was my fault. I should’ve known better.”

She sat up and took his hands in hers, her eyes wide. “Can you believe she didn’t ground me for life!? What’s up with that?”

He shrugged. “Beats me. Did you think she’d punish you?”

“Hell yes! Are you kidding? She practically caught me with your dick in my mouth! I should be packing for the convent right now!” She put her hand over her mouth. “Holy shit! My mother said ‘blow job’!” She began to laugh, trying hard to keep her giggles quiet.

Steve chuckled. “What, you think they don’t do that stuff, too? They may be our parents, but they’re still human!”

She thought back to the night she’d watched her parents having sex in their new house. She vividly remembered her mother on her knees sucking her father’s cock, although she hadn’t finish him off like that. She wondered absently if her mother swallowed too. She looked over at Steve and nodded. “Yeah, I guess that’s true.” She sighed and nestled against him. “Damn, I so wanted to sleep with you tonight!”

He pulled her closer and held her tight. “I know, baby, but there’ll be other nights.” She nodded and he added with a grin, “Besides, you need some recovery time and I’m not sure I could control my urges with you lying in bed with me!”

She giggled. “And I’m not entirely sure I’d want you to!” She sat up and kissed him tenderly. “We better go to bed before we get into any more trouble. Good night.”

He gave her a soft kiss. “Good night, Angie.” He watched as she got up and walked into her room, smiling as she turned and dropped her robe just inside. He took in her naked body and she smiled, then leaving the door wide open, she turned to go to bed. He watched her turn on the lamp and slip naked between the sheets. She blew him one last kiss, then turned off the light.

He sat there for a moment before he turned off the TV and went into the bathroom. He splashed cold water on his face and thought about what had happened and how lucky they were that her mother had been relatively cool about it. It could’ve gone bad - very bad. They’d have to be more careful in the future. He turned off the light and walked back out into the rec room, pausing in front of Angie’s open door.

“Good night, baby,” he heard her whisper from the darkness. He imagined the feel of her warm, naked body against his and felt his cock twitch.

“Good night,” he replied softly and went into his room, leaving his door open as well. Sleep didn’t come easy.

　

Michelle awoke Friday morning with a throbbing between her legs. She gently touched her pussy, which was quite tender but wasn’t the cause of most of her discomfort. Her asshole hurt more, although it wasn’t as bad as the first time she’d had anal sex. She desperately wanted to give Artie a proper welcome home. If he was average size, she was certain she could handle him in her present state. But given his size, she wanted to do all she could to heal her tender little twat. Maybe a nice soak in the tub would help. Perhaps the warm water would sooth her pussy enough to allow her to give him what they both wanted.

She spent almost an hour in the hot water and it did seem to help. Her back door still stung, but since there was no way Artie’s monster would ever fit in there, that wasn’t a concern at the moment. She carefully shaved her pussy, being extra cautious around her tender labia, then did her long legs and underarms. She wasn’t completely sure they’d even have the opportunity to have sex, but she wanted to be prepared.

She didn’t realize how much she missed him until now. Sure, there’d been moments when she’d felt his loss. Despite the unusual circumstances that had initiated their sexual relationship, she truly liked him and enjoyed spending time alone with him. As she dried off, she began to feel a longing for him and hoped he’d call soon.

She was dressed in her light khaki hiking shorts and a white halter and playing around on her computer when the phone rang. Eagerly, she snatched it on the first ring.

“Hello?”

“Michelle?”

A wide smile spread across her face. “Artie! You’re home!”

He chuckled. “Uh-huh, and I really missed you!”

“Aw, I missed you too!”

“Those pictures you sent…wow!” he exclaimed. “Not what I was expecting, but thanks!”

She laughed. “You’re very welcome! I wanted to make sure some sexy chick didn’t steal you away!”

“Not a chance!”

They chatted for a few minutes, catching up. When the conversation turned to meeting up, he told her his parents were going to be home all day unpacking so they’d have to go somewhere else if they wanted privacy. “How about the creek?” he asked.

“Sure. Hopefully no one will be there.”

They agreed to meet there in a half hour and she hung up, gathering up a beach towel, and slipping her bikini on under her shorts and top. She threw the towel into her backpack with her sunscreen, grabbed a couple of bottles of water from the fridge, and practically ran out to her bike. Suddenly, the pain in her pussy was forgotten and all she could think about was seeing Artie and finally feeling that big, hard cock filling her once again.

She arrived at the trail fifteen minutes later and bounced along it to the clearing. A quick glance around told her she was alone and she smiled to herself. So far, so good. She rolled her bike over to the trees by the path to the place they’d camped and pushed it into the woods until it couldn’t be seen, then went back out to the clearing to wait for Artie.

It was only a few minutes later that she heard the tell-tale sound of a bicycle clattering down the rough trail and within seconds Artie flew out of the woods on his mountain bike. He slid to a stop in the middle of the clearing and looked around until he spotted her, then pedaled over to where she stood, dropping his bike and running to her. They embraced and kissed, his longing for her overshadowing any lingering shyness after being apart for so long.

When they finally released one another, he looked into her eyes and smiled. “Wow, I missed you!”

She giggled and hugged him. “I missed you too!” She took his hand. “Come on, let’s go!” She began to lead him toward the path until he remembered his bike. He ran back and quickly had it stashed next to hers and they hurried along the trail to the campsite.

They arrived to find it was also deserted. Michelle grinned and turned to him, dropping her backpack to the grass. She lowered her head and walked slowly over to him, looking up at him and biting sexily on her lower lip. Artie watched her come closer, feeling his already semi-hard cock grow even harder. She reached down and grabbed her top, then pulled it off, tossing it to the ground carelessly. Her breasts were even more beautiful inside her bikini top as it forced them higher and closer together. As soon as she had her top off, her fingers went to the button of her shorts. By the time she reached him, they’d dropped to her ankles and she kicked them away. His eyes traveled over her beautiful body in that sexy bikini and as she reached around to untie her bikini top, he thought his cock was going to burst the seams of his shorts. She dropped it to the ground and a little moan escaped his lips as her breasts were bared to him. He reached out, each thumb circling a hard nipple and his fingers sinking into the soft flesh.

Michelle sighed and reached out to his shorts, undoing the button and tugging them down. She looked down and could see his long hard shaft extending down the left leg of his boxers. She looked up at him, licking her lips, then dropped to her knees before him. Without pausing, her hands gripped his shorts and pulled them down. As she gazed once again at his mammoth cock, she licked her lips unconsciously and reached out to grasp it. She began to stroke it slowly, watching his face. He had his eyes closed and it was apparent that he was enjoying her touch. She waited until he opened his eyes and looked down at her, then stuck out her tongue and touched it to the tip.

“Oh, fuck!” he groaned as she began to kiss it and rub her full lips all over the spongy flesh of his huge head. She could taste him now and it only drove her to want him more. Slowly, she opened her mouth and took the thick head into her mouth, rolling her tongue all over it as she sucked on it. Again, he moaned, this time a little louder. She took him even deeper, but knew about four inches was the maximum she could fit into her mouth before she started to gag. Once she’d taken that much, she began to bob her head back and forth, her jaw aching as she stretched her mouth wide to accommodate him. Her hands pumped the remainder of his length and he soon began to rock his hips. She kept this up for a few minutes, then pulled off to give her jaw a break.

“Mmmm…you taste good!” she exclaimed, licking her lips and grinning up at him. Her hands continued to stroke him until she was ready to suck on it again.

“Oh, god, Michelle!” he gasped, “You do that so good!”

She kissed the tip again. “That’s because I love sucking your big cock, baby. And I love being fucked by your big cock, too!” She looked up at him, her eyes pleading. “Will you please fuck me, Artie?”

He looked down at her, surprised at her words. This talk was a new development, but he kinda liked it!

“Oh yeah, I’ll fuck you!” he exclaimed, a smile spreading across his face.

Immediately, she jumped up and tugged off her bikini bottoms, leaving her naked except for her sneakers. She looked around the clearing, then to him. “Where do you want me?”

He made a cursory sweep of their surroundings and looked back at her. “Why don’t you decide?”

She stepped closer, shaking her head. “Oh, no…I want you to tell me what to do, not ask me.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Come again?”

She laughed. “It’s something we’ve been trying lately and it’s so fucking hot! I want you to treat me like a whore, tell me to suck your cock, bend over and take it from behind, throw me to the ground and ravage me…whatever you want. If it’s too out there, I’ll say so, but anything goes unless I do.”

He studied her for a moment, then a smile crept across his face. He looked around and pointed to a tree. “So if I tell you to go over to that tree and bend over so I can do you from behind, you would?”

She nodded. “Sure, but you can do better than that.” She bowed her head submissively and put her hands behind her back. “Tell your little whore what you want her to do.”

Artie thought for a moment. This might be fun! He went over to a soft grassy area and sat down, his long cock pointing straight up. “Come here, then…whore.” Obediently, Michelle walked over to him, her full breasts bouncing with each step. He gestured to his lap. “Sit…I want to see just how much of my cock you can take.”

She straddled his legs and got to her knees, his long cock already pressing against her wet, swollen labia. He placed his hands on her shoulders and began to push her down. She closed her eyes as his thick head pressed against her tender opening, then stretched her wide and slid in. She moaned as her pussy was filled with a mixture of exquisite pain and pleasure at the same time. Even her asshole hurt from the pressure being applied to her pussy. Slowly, he pushed her down…two inches, three, four…

Michelle was caught up in the incredible sensations as Artie’s cock was slowly fed into her aching pussy. She’d become used to the average sized cocks of Steve and Jake and was having a little difficulty with his size. She set her jaw, determined to please her guy, no matter what. She felt herself being opened up as five inches disappeared into her twat, then six. Finally, she placed her hand on his shoulder.

“N…no more…please…not yet…”

He nodded and stopped forcing her down. She tried to make herself relax and felt some relief, but he was so fucking big! How had she ever managed to fit his whole cock inside her before? With some effort, she rose up until just the tip remained inside her badly distended pussy, then pushed back down. She did it again. And again. She kept moving up and down until she felt her pussy expand and her muscles relax so she could move easier. She found that she was now able to take a little more of his massive tool every few minutes, but stopped short of the entire thing. She was still sore and she knew this was going to create even more pain afterward. No point in making it worse.

She looked at Artie and could see the beads of sweat on his forehead. His face was flushed red and he appeared to be straining hard to keep from cumming too quickly. She cupped his chin and he looked into her eyes.

“Does that feel good, baby?” she breathed, her slippery pussy sliding up and down over his hard cock.

Hey nodded, swallowing. “F…fuck yes!” he gasped. “Feels…amazing!”

“Mmmm…it sure does,” she moaned, pressing her tits against his face. “Do you want to cum, baby?”

“Oh god, yes!” he gasped. “I can’t hold out much longer!”

“Mmmm…good. Where do you want to cum, lover? In my pussy?” She ground down as far as she dared and he groaned. “Or would you rather cum in my mouth? On my face? My tits? Tell me…your little whore will do whatever you say.” Her last sentence was a sultry whisper and it almost drove him over the edge.

“F…face!” he gasped, “…and mouth!”

“Ooo…all right. Tell me when you’re close and I’ll get into position.” He grunted and she leaned in, nibbling on his earlobe. “I can’t wait to feel your hot cum splashing on my face…to taste your…”

Her sexy voice was the final straw. “Oh, fuck!” he groaned, “Now! Get up!”

She extricated her twat form his cock and got on her knees as he quickly stood up, aiming his huge cock at her face. She began to pump it and suck on the tip, encouraging him by whispering, “Come on, baby…give it to me!”

He grabbed his cock and pumped it hard, throwing his head back. Michelle made sure she was still in position and opened her mouth wide. A second later, Artie groaned and shot a thick stream at her, hitting her on the cheek before moving across her open mouth to the other cheek. He kept pumping and unloaded several more shots, leaving her face literally coated with hot, sticky cum. She’d never seen him, or anyone else, shoot so much at once!

When he finished, she swallowed what landed in her mouth, then dutifully sucked the remaining jism from his cock and licked him clean. Her face was a mess and she was thankful none hit her eyes. According to Angie, that stung like a bastard!

Artie looked down at the beautiful, cum-splattered girl kneeling before him and licking his cock clean. “Holy fuck!” he panted. “I don’t think I’ve ever cum like that before!”

Michelle finished cleaning him and looked up, grinning as the cum ran down her face and dripped from her chin to her tits. “Never this much, for sure! Wow! Have you been saving up?”

He laughed and wiped a gob from her forehead before it could drip into her eyes. “I guess I just really missed you and was a little…um, excited.”

She chuckled and stood up. “A little…yeah, right,” she said with a grin. She dabbed at the thick cream on her cheeks. “I better get cleaned up.” She started for the creek. “Are you coming?” He grinned and nodded, pulling off his shirt and kicking off his sneakers. Together, they waded into the cool water and began splashing and washing up.

　

A while later they were lying on Michelle’s towel, still naked and drying off in the warm sunshine. Artie was lying on his back and Michelle lay next to him, one leg draped over his. “So,” Artie said, “What’s new and exciting around here? Is the group still together or did Angie and Steve decide to go out on their own?” Michelle didn’t answer right away and he lifted his head to look at her. “Michelle?”

She waited another couple of seconds before replying. “There’ve…been a few changes,” she finally said.

“Oh? Like what?”

She was putting off telling him about Jake and Kristi, but knew he’d have to be told sometime. It seemed this was the time. She sat up and turned to him. “Well, some more people found out and we had to bring them into the group, like we did with you.”

He sat up, his attention suddenly riveted on her words and not her naked body. “More people? Who?”

She sighed. She wasn’t sure how he was going to take this. Kristi was never real friendly toward him and Jake was…well, Jake was Jake. He put an arm around her shoulders. “Michelle? Tell me…who else?”

“Kristi and Jake,” she finally said.

He stared at her, then broke out into a grin. “Naw, you’re just playin’ around! Jake I might believe, but Kristi? No way!”

She turned to him, her eyes meeting his. “It’s true, Artie. There are six of us now.”

He could only stare at her, knowing he shouldn’t believe this crazy story. But her eyes told him she was serious. “Jake and Kristi?” he repeated. “How?”

She related how they’d both found out about their group sex by seeing them at the creek. She also said that she and Kristi discovered they had real feelings for one another that went beyond friendship. When she finished, he sat there deep in thought, not saying anything for what felt like a long time.

“Artie? Please say something.”

He looked over at her, this beautiful, sexy girl who he’d fallen in love with. He’d been able to accept their little foursome, but now she’d been sleeping with two other guys and two other girls. Steve he liked and Angie was, well…she was Angie. He could deal with that. But the idea of Jake having sex with Michelle wasn’t a pleasant thought. And what about Kristi? She was never rude to him or anything, but it was obvious she didn’t really like him and they wouldn’t even be part of the same crowd if not for their mutual friends. Would she even want to have sex with him?

Michelle was looking at him with scared eyes and he realized he still hadn’t spoken. “I’m sorry, Michelle…it’s just a lot to take in,” he finally said.

She took his hand. “Are you angry with me?”

He shook his head. “No, I’m not angry. Shocked would be a more appropriate word.”

She tried to smile. “I know, I’m sorry. I didn’t want to tell you like this but it seemed the only way.”

He looked over at her. “So, you and Kristi are…what, lovers?” She nodded. “And where does that leave me?”

She moved closer. “Artie, it changes nothing between us as far as I’m concerned.” He gave her a skeptical look and she continued. “It’s like this: I love Angie, but you and I still started something special, right?” He nodded. “So, why can’t I be in love with Kristi, too?”

He seemed to consider this, then said, “Do you love me?”

She smiled at him. “Yes, I do love you. I wasn’t sure until you went away, and now that you’re back, I know I do.” She was surprised at how easy was to say that; how right it felt.

He seemed to relax a bit. “I love you too, Michelle. I think I always did and when you and I first…made love, I was head over heels.”

She smiled again and kissed him. “And what about Angie? Do you love her?”

His face blushed a little. “Yeah, I guess I do.” He looked up at her. “But it’s not the same way I feel about you. I always considered us as something…special, you know, like boyfriend and girlfriend.”

“We are boyfriend and girlfriend, Artie,” she said. “I told you that before you left, remember?”

He nodded. “So this doesn’t change that?”

She shook her head. “Uh-uh. When school starts, everyone’s gonna know you’re my guy!”

He finally gave her a warm smile. “I’ll be the luckiest guy in school.”

She laughed and hugged him, then looked down at his still soft cock. “Any chance of an encore performance?”

He felt his cock twitch at her suggestion and nodded. “But I want to go down on you first this time!” She giggled and lay down, opening her legs for him. He crawled between them and lowered his mouth to her tender young pussy, inhaling her scent. His tongue snaked out and licked her labia, making her squirm. He began to push in deeper, tasting her sweet juices and lapping up all he could. He pulled back the little hood over her erect clit and began to roll his tongue over and around it, bringing soft moans of pleasure from her.

“Oh, god Artie…yes! Right there! Ohhh…”

Encouraged by her reaction, he began to suck on her little love pearl and she let out a soft yelp and thrust her pelvis upward against his mouth. Her hands went to his head and she pushed her fingers through his hair as she rolled her head from side to side, her moans increasing as he brought her closer and closer to climax. His tongue flitted across her clit as he alternated between sucking on it and kissing it. Occasionally, he’d flatten his tongue and run it along her dripping slit, tasting her sweet juices before returning his attention to her clit.

Michelle was riding a wave of sensual pleasure that she never wanted to end. Artie was bringing her to the very edge of release, then moving from her hyper-sensitive clit to the pink folds of her labia and vulva. Whether it was a conscious effort on his part or not, the effect was that of keeping her in sort of a pre-orgasmic limbo that made her entire body shiver in anticipation of the inevitable mind-blowing release she knew was coming. She opened her mouth to tell him how good it felt, but found she could only gasp and pant. As he began to suckle her clit once again, she felt her muscles tense and a euphoric sensation touched every nerve in her naked body.

“Arggghhhh…!” she cried through clenched teeth as she climaxed, her back arched and her pussy pressed tight to his mouth. She groaned long and hard as she built up, then released with a long gasp of breath, her body twitching and thrashing in the throes of a powerful orgasm. Artie couldn’t maintain his lip-lock on her very long and pulled back to watch as her body twisted on the ground for several long seconds before she finally dropped limply to the grass, panting and her chest heaving from the exertion.

He crawled up and lay next her, his chin resting in his hand as he watched her come down from her orgasm. “Wow, that was a good one!” he exclaimed, his other hand caressing over her heaving breasts.

She let out a small gasp and her body twitched as his fingers lightly brushed across her highly aroused nipple. “H…holy shit, Artie!” she panted, grinning up at him, “You’re getting very good at that!”

He returned her grin, blushing a little. “Thanks…I love doing it.”

She reached out and he allowed her to take him in her arms and pull him down so that their bodies pressed together as they kissed deeply. The feel of her soft, warm skin was having an effect on him and he felt his cock begin to stir once again. Michelle must have felt it as well. She pulled her lips from his and looked into his eyes.

“Again?” she said jokingly, moving her leg so that it rubbed against his tumid cock. This only served to increase its growth and his face flushed.

“I…well…do you want to?” he asked, seeming embarrassed.

She stroked his cheek and kissed him. “Would you mind if we didn’t? I’m a little…tender down there right now.”

He smiled, nodding. “Sure, no problem.” He kissed her again, then rolled off of her. For several moments they both lay there naked on the grass staring up at the few passing clouds. He tried to will his cock back to a flaccid state, but the nearness of Michelle and the fact that they were both naked made that virtually impossible. Michelle spoke up, breaking the comfortable silence.

“What are we going to do after it gets too cold to do this outside?”

Artie shrugged, turning his head to look at her. “I dunno…I guess I never really thought about it.”

“It just occurred to me the other day. I mean, we could try to get together at someone’s house, but that would be risky.” She rolled over to face him, her heavy breasts almost touching as she lay on her side. “I have an idea, but I don’t know if it’s possible.”

He stretched out an arm and she happily lifted her head so he could embrace her, then moved in closer and lay her head on his shoulder. “What’s your idea?”

“What if we built a little cabin in the woods here? You know, just a small place with a wood stove and a big bed!”

He chuckled at her mention of the bed, but the cabin wasn’t a bad idea. “Hmm…that’s a great idea, Michelle. These woods are all crown land so no one would be pissed if we did that, as long as we kept it quiet.”

She nodded. “And maybe Steve could get us a deal on some wood and other stuff from work.”

“Maybe…but we’d need quite a bit, even to build a small cabin. Not to mention windows, shingles for the roof, and other things.”

She sighed. “Yeah, you’re right. But even if it cost us all a few bucks, wouldn’t it be worth it?”

He nodded as he watched her hand glide down his belly to where his heavy cock was standing at nearly full mast. “Sure, I have a little saved up I could use.” Her hand moved lower until her fingers encircled the base of his cock. She began to run her fingers lightly up his shaft and he felt himself getting harder. She moved them back down to the base, then gripped his shaft and began a slow stroke. He sighed deeply and closed his eyes, allowing her to pleasure him once again. She continued to pump his cock, using his precum for lubrication.

After a moment, she sat up, then crawled down and slipped between his legs. He opened his eyes and looked down at her heavy breasts as she knelt on all fours, her tongue flicking out and teasing the tip of his engorged cock. Their eyes met and she gave him a seductive and naughty grin as she continued to stroke his hard member.

“Oh, yeah, Michelle!” he groaned as she licked the tip, then her lips, her eyes still holding his.

“What do you want your slut to do now?” she asked, leaning down to kiss the tip.

“Oh fuck…” he groaned, “suck me…suck me now!”

She grinned and opened her mouth wide, then slowly pushed his wide head into it, the whole while watching his face. Artie found it so fucking erotic that she was looking at him while giving him a blowjob that he nearly lost it right then and there. She went down until she’d taken all she could handle, then began to move up and down, her hand pumping what she couldn’t fit into her mouth.

Artie watched this beautiful girl sucking his cock as her tits bounced and shook. Her long hair kept falling across her face and she was constantly brushing it aside. She was loving the eye contact as well. Artie sat up and took her hair in his hand, bunching it into a pony tail then holding it away from her face. She murmured her thanks and attacked him with even more fervor. She pulled her mouth from his cock long enough to gasp, “Pull my hair!” then went right back to the incredible blowjob. Artie hesitated, then gave her hair a tug. She moaned and looked up again.

“Harder! Treat me like a slut!”

Holding her hair in a tight grip, he twisted it so that he was pulling her head downward. She murmured contentedly and tried to take more of him into her mouth, gagging a little. He allowed her to pull off so she could catch her breath and she grinned up at him. “I love being treated like this!” Before he could reply, she went back down, her warm mouth enveloping him and her tongue rolling back and forth over the sensitive glans. He felt his balls contracting and knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.

“Oh, fuck!” he moaned, “Don’t stop! I’m gonna cum!”

Michelle began moving even faster, her mouth making wet, slurping sounds and her hand moving so fast it was almost a blur. Artie groaned and closed his eyes as he felt the cum boiling, then released it with a long groan. He felt Michelle stiffen as his load was expelled into her mouth, but she swallowed it all and completed her task by sucking and licking him clean before crawling back to lay in his arms once again.

“Mmm…I love sucking your big cock!” she whispered, snuggling in close. He was still catching his breath but squeezed her tight in response, kissing the top of her head.

They lay there for a while longer then reluctantly began to get dressed. “I’m going to talk to Steve and Angie about my cabin idea,” Michelle said as she adjusted her tits inside her bikini top. “You never know, maybe Steve can get some wood for free.”

Artie watched her dress. Even though his sexual needs had been sated for the time being, he could sit here and gaze at her naked body all day. “Sure, can’t hurt to ask, right?”

She shook her head and slipped her shirt on. “Nope.”

“Can we do this again tomorrow?” he asked as he took her hand and they began the walk back to main clearing.

She frowned and shook her head. “Angie’s moving tomorrow and I promised to help out,” she replied. “Maybe after though.”

“Why don’t I come by and help too?” he suggested. “Do you think she’d mind?”

Michelle laughed. “No, I know she’d love it if you did, baby.”

“Cool.” he said.

They rode back to town, only stopping for a brief kiss before going toward their separate homes. Artie watched her ride away before starting off. Tomorrow would be hard work, but at least they’d be together. And he’d get to see Angie again, too.