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Of your body
I feed me
when the silence
it becomes animated
in the semi-obscurity
of the room

In your breast
I sink my hands
digging
supple furrows
as in soft dunes
of sand

In your lips
disseto
my soul
uneasy
red hot from the sudden one
passion

When your breath
he inflames
loosening the desires
shivers of pleasures
they cross
my body

Taken by the uncontrollable one
desire
I open wide your legs

Rippling
together
in a slow movement
we enjoy
of the usual love




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The Interview pt. 3

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  The Interview

Pt. 3

 

 

Rachel trembled from the panic seeping into her mind, as her owner talked of his wi

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fe and his love for her while he circled looking her over sizing her up. His voice was calming. After her eyes adjusted to the light after the blindfold was removed she could see that he was handsome, and that he did not look like a sick pervert. He had neatly combed black hair and stubble that was just long enough to be soft; he stood more than six feet tall and was dressed in dark blue sweats that had florescent stripes running the length of his legs and arms. It was obvious to Rachel that Dave spent time in the gym judging by the fullness of his shoulders, arms, and legs. She felt small, as he was over a head taller, his arms and legs were not only longer but bigger around as well. The baby fat she had gave her a nice shape; at five foot eight she weight only one thirty, he was lean looking not a bit of fat not even in his face and probably weighed one eighty maybe one ninety. Dave’s neck muscles were thick like the ones on his arms. Rachel surveyed Dave’s hunky body and tried to catch a glimpse of his penis but the bagginess of his sweats pants hid it from sight.

 

His voice drifted back to her ears and Rachel stopped looking around and listened; “We both played around on each other. I didn’t mind because my work kept me away for long periods at a time; it was okay as long as she was discreet, I just wanted her to be happy. When her whims carried her to other women I was more than just okay with it, I was kind of excited by it. Then it went south it seemed, simultaneously for both of us. I caught a case of the clap and body lice or ‘the crabs’ and one of Carol’s girlfriends tried a palimony suit. I got rid of my crabs and cured from my VD and Carol won her suit and then we discovered Leon’s rent-a-mate, so here we are you and I and soon my wife will have a wonderful time.”

 

Rachel’s mind drifted as Dave paused; she went back to when she signed the contract, and loan agreement, and then opened the accounts for her mother and brother. Then Leon transferred the funds, and then to her departure from Leon’s and the long quiet drive, not being able to see where she was going. She remembered fighting the urge to jump from the car as well as the overpowering desire to beg Starr to kiss her one last time. She remembered Starr’s advise ‘be ready to hit the deck running’ and then her mind filled with the thrilling memory of her and Starr making love after the auction, followed by her reminder that she has ‘sold the rights’ to her body and mind.

 

Rachel started to think that she was now with a very attractive and powerful looking male whom she was sure she was going to have sex with at some point ‘this…!’ evening, and it felt quite odd. She didn’t even kiss on the first date. A spark of lust stirred briefly in her belly, she felt her clitoris tighten, and then it all faded quickly, as her uncertainty crowded in. Still she found her eyes searching for the outline of his penis for just a clue to his size, but the bagginess of Dave’s sweats continued to conceal even the briefest of hints but not the longing growing inside her belly.

 

Rachel jumped as Dave put his hand on her shoulder asking, “Are you okay?”

 

Rachel replied in a weak and pensive voice, “I feel a little sick to my stomach, confused and I want to run for the door, but I also want to stay,” then smiled weakly trying to show some resolve to follow through.

 

“I can relate totally.” Dave paused a small smile came across his face and he went on, “I would be scared too if I didn’t know where I was, who I was with, or what was going to happen to me. I can assure you that I am not an ogre, but… ‘I am…!’ demanding and so is my wife. Don’t tell her I said this but I think sheee… is much more demanding than I… a lot more. Are you hungry?” Dave asked and pleasantly added, “I could do with a little something.”

 

“I’m not too hungry, but I could drink some soup and maybe some coffee, it would settle the butterflies flying around inside my stomach.” Rachel answered easier as she relaxed her guard some.

 

“Ah…a woman after my heart… soup and coffee. How about a small sandwich too?” Dave asked in a warming voice then tempted a cheese sandwich?”

 

Rachel’s eyes brightened as she thought of her favorite snack; a bowl of cream of mushroom soup and a plane cheese sandwich then she answered, “I could eat a sandwich and soup now that you mention it.”

 

“Good…follow me, the kitchen is this way. Just leave your bag for now we will come back for it.” Dave piped out then turned somber adding, “I have to say this right off; that door where you came in, is where you will leave and you can go any time weather we are here or not, just leave… we have a limo service that will quickly pick you up and take you back to Leon’s any time night or day. You can only go outside with an escort even to the fenced yards as the doors lock automatically and you will not have a key to get back in.”

 

“What about a house fire?” Rachel nervously asked.

 

“No worries in here you are safe from everything except a A-bomb.” Dave brayed and quietly adding, “I will get into all that later.”

 

“I see security, security, and security.” Rachel quipped, the pensiveness in her voice giving a sign to her uneasiness, and still she showed a weak smile.

 

“Yes, yes, and yes. You got that from Leon huh?” Dave queried warmly.

 

“Yea he is a funny acting man but he seems nice enough; but yet I am sure he is very demanding.” Rachel said quietly.

 

Dave laughed as he said, “He is a stickler for detail.” And somberly added, “That makes me feel safe using his services and you should too.”

 

The sheer size of the house became apparent as they walked down the hallway passing one set of stairs that went up and another set of stairs that went down and several doors some closed some open and still others ajar. Rachel’s mouth gaped as they entered a large dimly lit room with closed drapes; chairs, couches, and tables placed around the perimeter and the far wall was devoted to a huge home entertainment system. She stumbled as they turned into the kitchen and again she was stunned by the size of the kitchen. As she looked around the first thing to stand out were the real marble countertops that wrapped around the entire kitchen. She had seen marble countertops only once at the fudge shop she worked at for a few months. In gasping breaths Rachel observed, “There must be twenty cabinet doors and thirty drawers.” She stopped to catch her breath then fired a series of questions, “They look like real wood. Are they real wood? Is that a walk in pantry? Do you have a garden?”

 

“Yes that is a walk-in pantry and yes they are real wood and the marble is real too, and yes we have a garden with a gardener. Maybe Carol will let you work in it during the gardener’s day off.” Dave happily answered her questions and then detailed, “We both come from families with money but we didn’t become extravagant until I won the lottery. That big room is the meeting room and one of the game rooms, the living room is upstairs it isn’t as big. This is a three story house in the middle of a twenty acre lot.”

 

“It must take a full week just to vacuum the floors!” Rachel said in amazement.

 

“No actually you can keep them adequately maintained with just three days a month.” He quickly corrected.

 

“You mean a day here and a day there?” Rachel quizzed quippingly.

 

“No actually an hour or two every few days.” Dave corrected again. “Well… lets see you do your first chore make us some soup, sandwiches, and coffee.” He directed.

 

“Okay. Where is every thing?” Rachel asked still stunned by the magnitude of the house; the beauty and spaciousness of the kitchen, it was straight out of a magazine.

 

“I can show you now or you can start finding your way around for yourself.” Dave challenged and with a chuckle added, “I will give you a hint; the canned goods are in the pantry behind that door.” And he pointed.

 

Rachel began rummaging through the refrigerator and found some mushrooms, cheese, and mayonnaise, as well as tomatoes and fresh garlic. She thin sliced the mushrooms and garlic then started them cooking, and then found the soup and poured it in with a little milk. She looked up and asked, “I like my soup hot, salty, and with lots of pepper. How about you?”

 

“Well we found some pets we share in common; soup, sandwiches, and coffee. We even like the same ones the same way.” Dave noted, smiling pleasantly as he watched Rachel assemble the sandwiches and then asked, “How do you like your coffee?”

 

“I like it strong, hot, sweet and black.” Rachel replied firmly.

 

“I’ll tell you right now if you want to have your pets you will have to be good to my wife.” Dave cautioned.

 

“Huh?” Rachel exhaled with surprised.

 

“What?” Dave pressed smiling.

 

“It sounds so strange to hear a husband telling someone to do a good job of having sex with his ‘wife…!’” Rachel quipped humorously.

 

Oh…! Boy…! You are going to be doing a lot more than just having sex with my wife ‘A lot…! More’,” Dave paused and mused a bit a quiet twittering passed through his lips when he started to speak, “I haven’t thought about it for awhile but the first time I said that, it did feel kind of funny coming out. Trust me it will be a lot better for the both of us if you do the very best that you can do to keep Carol happy!”

 

The long comfortable silence was broken when Rachel chimed “Soup’s on!” and then happily noted, “I call this soul food. When I feel down or have a sickly headache this soup sets the world right again. Sometimes I just get a craving for a cheese sandwich.” She went silent while ladling the soup, handing the plate with the sandwich and spoon to Dave, and then added assuringly, “Both Starr and ol’ Leon said I was a fast study I’m going to try to be the best yet.”

 

“My wife Carol might let you eat this once in a while, but she is a health nut and worse yet she runs a health club and gym. We have a full gym down stairs. I will give you the nickel tour before I leave later this week, for now let’s down our snacks.” Dave remarked warmly.

 

They both munched away in silence, Rachel glancing furtively at Dave, he sounded almost friendly and Starr’s warning echoed, ‘Keep up your guard sometimes they will try to trap you and trip you up.’ Rachel continued casting long looks around the kitchen; she was amazed at the counter tops and storage space. The kitchen alone was half as big as her last house. They both slurped the last of their soup at the same time, and looked at each other contentedly. The silent gazing sent butterflies flurrying through her stomach again.

 

Then Dave opened a drawer and handed Rachel a small cell phone, a wireless headset, and charger saying, “Keep it with you all the time and charged up. You can’t call out on it except for emergencies, and if it rings for some reason don’t answer it. When we call, we will be put through to a voice ring and you will hear us call you by name, this is our wireless intercom. You see it has a belt clip as well as an elastic wrist band so you can wear it everywhere you go dressed or not wet or dry.”

 

“So do we have some coffee or do we start the tour?” Rachel posed then asked. “Does this have a speed dial for 911?”

 

“I’m good let’s start the tour.” Dave replied then explained, “Just press and hold nine it goes to a redundant alarm system connected to the Safe House Security Systems inc. and they will ring you back by name and ask you what’s wrong and dispatch the police, fire, or ambulance. Lets start down stairs.” Dave said casually as they started down the hall and to the stairs. At the bottom of the wide stairs and to the right was a door and to the left was another wide hallway at the end there were two more doors. Rachel’s heart was starting to pound as images of dungeons and dragons and torture raced through her mind. She was certain Dave could hear it as it pounded.

 

At the end he turned smiled and said, “This is not the dungeon even though I call it that,” ending with a little chuckle. Dave then swung the broad door open and turned on the lights and walked in with Rachel following close behind. His chuckle had eased her misgivings and put Rachel a little more at ease as she raced around him into the middle of the room and spun around and smiled back.

 

“I spent a year in a commercial gym and these look like the same machines, hell the only things missing are the weight racks and bars.” Rachel enthusiastically recounted.

 

“We do not do power lifting, Carol says it’s really only for body sculptors.” He paused then smiled at Rachel, “I assure you…you will feel like you have been power lifting when Carol starts your training program. I suppose you will think of this place as a torture chamber for the first few weeks…”

 

“Training program?” Rachel interjected then paused with a quizzical grimace on her face.

 

“Oh yes Carol is going to have you up to four miles a day on the treadmill and four miles a day on the elliptical there in the corner by the first week as well as doing something on all eight machines.” Dave explained and then cautioned, “Carol is… well let me say I have found it better to let her wear the pants and you will too. She can be very accommodating when she sees that an effort is being made to please.”

 

“Ole Leon did tell me I was going to be working harder than I ever have.” Rachel noted whimsically as she studied and touched all of the machines.

 

“I suggest that you start with the treadmill slowly, after I have left no more than two miles throughout the day. I had a little trouble adjusting to it, like me you might find that you are dizzy when you stop. Hell enough of the gym lets go look at the game room across the hall.”

 

They crossed the hall opening another wide door and switched on the lights, “My god a real pool table!” Rachel sang out as she ran her hand along the walnut sides.

 

“You play?” quizzed Dave.

 

“I use to in high school, the bowling alley had like six of them four smaller coin-ops and two full sized like this one.” Rachel said praisingly as she ran her hand along the rails then added, “I got to where I could make a few good shots in a row.” She was beaming, as she surveyed all the different extravagant woods in the expensive looking cues, and cue rack All the different gaming tables looked expensive, her uneasiness was melting faster and faster.

 

“We have other board games to play too. Come on let me show you where your room is.” He switched the lights off in both rooms and closed the doors and started back towards the stairs at the door he added, “Maybe we will play a few games of eight-ball. I warn you I only play for wagers, and I’m not as good as the table makes me look.”

 

As they walked down the hall Rachel looked at the swirling grain patterns in the wood paneling. When they stopped at another door Dave said, “This is your room you will stay in it on your off days or when we have visitors or other family members staying with us. During household functions you will dress in a maids uniform and ‘act…!’ accordingly.”

 

“I’m not sure how a maid is suppose to act.” Rachel informed.

 

“Carol will ‘train…!’ you.” Dave assured with a whimsical laugh and then informed Rachel, “We will have a few family functions while you are with us.”

 

“I want to do good I just…” Rachel was cut short.

 

“You’ve seen movies with maids in them haven’t you?” Dave interrupted and queried.

 

“Well yes…” She answered sounding puzzled.

 

“Well there isn’t much more to it except that a beautiful woman like you dressed as a maid well… really turns my wife on, it gets me hot too, so those nights she is going to be… lets just say very ‘amorous!’” Dave said licentiously as he looked down musing over a pleasant memory.

 

“I’m not beautiful.” Rachel said and pouted a little in disbelief.

 

“No. True you are not, not like a model in a magazine or painting.” Dave agreed and added, “but still in a down to earth way you are very beautiful, my wife really wants you. She told me to get you no mater what so I did.” Dave said as he smiled at Rachel continuing, “I could tell by her voice that she is attracted to you ‘hell!’ I find you ‘very…!’ attractive!”

 

“Thank you that put me more at ease.” Rachel replied blushing. She walked around the room pushed at the top of the bed, looked in the bathroom, closets and drawers then noted, “This is really nice better than my room at home.”

 

“I’m glad you like it. You know it doesn’t mater what Carol feels she is still going to haze the hell out of you till, as she puts it, ‘you pay your dues.’ I’m not suppose to tell you this but just do like she says, come back for more, and well… you’ll see.” Dave explained.

 

“And you? Do you want me?” Rachel asked in a low saucy voice.

 

Dave faced her, looked at her warmly, and reached for Rachel’s hair giving her a few tender strokes, saying warmly, “Definitely.” He paused as he looked at Rachel then went on, “but we still have work to do. Let’s go back upstairs go through a few of those rooms, then up to the top floor.”

 

“All this real wood paneling has me worried I don’t know the first thing about caring for it,” Rachel remarked as they climbed the stairs. She was trying to stay business like, but the gentle touch and warm smile and friendly quips concerning his wife ‘Carol’ Dave had melted the chilling doubts and fearful images of the dungeons, with their whips, and chains.

 

“Oh once a year we have professional cabinet finishers come in and refinish all the wood; the paneling, drawer fronts and cupboard doors, as well as all of the doors to the rooms. All you have to do is wipe them once a month with a dust rag.” Dave assured as they topped the stairs and added, “We have window washers, gardeners, that work outside and security guards that drive by at all hours and they check the alarms regularly.”

 

“Alarms? I suppose you have a panic room too.” Rachel added half jokingly.

 

“Yes all of downstairs is a panic room and there three others; the pantry for one and it has a ladder to the downstairs, the master bedroom with the bathroom for two, and the room at the end of this hall for three. If your pager goes off flashing 999 drop what you are doing and get to the nearest one of the four, and wait till Carol or I let you out, or if we are gone till the security team calls you and tells you it is all clear, they will unlock the door. I don’t mean to scare you but we were broken into once a long while back, and the good thing is they are still in jail.” Dave replied as a mater factly.

 

“I’m not worried there is going to be someone here at least most of the time.” Rachel said.

 

“Well Carol might be gone a lot during the day and maybe as long as a few days, and I will be gone for months at a time. When you are the only one here the curtains are to be closed they will close automatically in the late afternoon if they are open any way but keep them closed when we are not around. If you need to look out a window there is one upstairs, you do reali…”

 

“It’s okay. I know” Rachel interrupted Dave and then added, “I will be sequestered while I am here, that you two are the only people that I will be with.”

 

“Our guests will talk and you can be polite, but yes as far as contact with other people and the outside world… is a no, no.” Dave explained.

 

“Limited calls home and my letters will be read,” again Rachel recited and then asked, “Do you have a rule book that I can read with the dos and don’ts?”

 

“Yes in your office we are going there now. You will find what you need to know on your computer; from what we like to eat and when to what we like to wear. The house maintenance schedules are there as well as what you can do with any time you have to your self.” He paused for a moment then continued, “There is a lot you need to know that isn’t written so the more intuitive you are the more the blank spaces will be filled and just a bit of sincere obedience will go a long way in filling in the other gaps. Carol and I are both eager to see how well and how fast you learn.” He opened the door and turned the lights on picked up the calendar sized booklet on the desk handed it to Rachel shut the lights and door saying, “this has your pass words and introduction to your desktop as well as the schedules for the up and coming house functions. You will find them on your computer too.”

 

“This is ‘my…’ study?” Rachel asked noting quizzically, “I have my own desk and computer? Will I really have the time to use them?”

 

“Yes, yes, and as far as having the time to use the computer well that will depend on how well you perform your duties.” Dave authoritatively explained and after a deep breath continued, “For now while Carol is away and after I leave you will find in the desktop short cuts to each of the books you need to read. You can’t e-mail or visit chat rooms, but anything and everything else is okay. Your PC will be monitored you have no privacy” Dave explained and somberly added, and looked at Rachel as he pointed at the door across the hall, “That is my office and den. You only go in there when I am here and ask you to. I am not hiding anything in there I just don’t want anyone in there not even my wife, unless I say it is okay.”

 

“There is so much to know and learn.” Rachel said her voice sounding overwhelmed.

 

They walked down the hall and reached the next door Dave stopped and said, “This is Carol’s study.” Opened the door flicked the lights on and paused then said, “Rachel you ‘will!’ write your Mom and brother regularly then hand the letters to me or Carol for posting. We don’t want your mom to worry and writing a letter home will help when you get home sick.” Dave ordered warmly but assertively.

 

“Home sick?” She paused then her lower lip quivered slightly, “Oh… home sick…” Rachel’s voice trailed off and her eyes filled with tears. Her face flared red and her lips grew thin as she strained to keep from sobbing. Rachel’s fingers clawed at the tears welling in her eyes. The professional façade was swept away as reality flooded in.

 

Rachel’s new reality exploded in her mind; she wasn’t going home at the end of her shift, that she wasn’t going to see her mother for eighteen months unless she was deathly ill, or see her new girlfriend, or her brother. He was going to have to study without her help; she began to miss the squabbling over nothing with her brother, and mom’s close-minded arguments. She felt an achy trembling deep in her groin as she thought of this stranger mounting her or ordering her to perform some sexual act. Her mind flashed to the set with Starr and Greg and how she passed out, and then to the first time, she had sex and how quickly it ended. Her boyfriend Michael came as soon as the head of his penis touched her pubic hairs. His hot sperm squirted all over her belly and thighs as he jumped back from surprise then before it turned soft he thrust it inside tearing her hymen and then he went limp. She remembered how her mind filled with disappointment then anger at how unsatisfied she was “Is that all there is?” she remembered thinking.

 

 

Rachel’s musings were interrupted as Dave’s voice echoed into her ears, “Rachel? Rachel are you okay?” He asked with a hint of nervousness in his voice and remarked, “You looked like you were about to pass out, your eyes rolled back for a second.”

 

“Huh! Oh! Do all of the girls you get from Leon get this scared?” She asked pensively as the room spun.

 

“Yes they do if they didn’t we wouldn’t want them.” Dave warmly answered.

 

“I didn’t pass out?” Rachel queried, puzzled at how much thinking she did in the wink of an eye.

 

“No. So you are okay?” Dave pressed and then sincerely added, “We are both hoping that you are the good study Leon said you are.”

 

“Yea I’m fine this is all so new to me and I do want to work. I am starting to feel a little tired.” Rachel exasperatedly expressed.

 

“It is late. I want a bath before we hit the sack.” Dave anounced then ordered, “Go upstairs, start the water running in the tub, and set the temperature of the water to one hundred ten and the room temperature to one hundred fifteen. By the door to the bath you will see a LCD panel it is easy to use. Then in the bedroom the big chest of drawers in the far right top drawer you’ll find some pantaloons, they are all the same put on a pair and wait for me in the bathroom I will be up in a short while. Remember first the water, then the room, then find and put on the pantaloons. I know it sounds strange but there is something sensual about a woman dressed only in pantaloons.” Dave calmly directed then disappeared into his den.

 

Rachel’s heart was throbbing in her ears and her groin felt as though an electric wire was inside her prickling her clitoris causing it to tighten and ache. As she breathlessly climbed the stairs, her legs felt weak and rubbery. She was being overwhelmed by the desires to run a way and at the same time to obey his every whim. She felt her groin turning warm and opening, and her panties began to cling to her moistening vaginal lips as her sateen juices escaped onto her white panties and beads of sweat formed on her brow. Rachel was stunned again by the size of the bathroom and the floor to ceiling tile work. One whole wall had brightly colored washcloths, towels, and robes only, another wall had three sinks and yet another had two toilets, and next to them was a glass door to a huge shower with four showerheads. She discovered just like Dave said the LCD panel was by the door and clearly labeled; tub fill and temp. room temp. sauna temp. and timers for each. Rachel pushed the tub fill button and water started running right away and the temp. button started to blink so she pushed the up arrow till the screen read one hundred and ten then she set the room temp.

 

As Rachel entered the bedroom her name sounded out on her phone, “Rachel just drop all your cloths on the bed and throw your shoes down the laundry chute.”

 

She talked into it, “Okay. I see it.” And hesitantly she stripped throwing her shoes down the chute, piling her clothing on the bed, and walked to the top drawer on the right and opened it. Right away, she was overwhelmed by the sweet earthy scent of another woman; the scent of her sweat as well as her vaginal juices saturated the drawer. These were Carol’s… Rachel thought as she pulled a pair of white pantaloons out and started to put them on but instead she held them up and looked inside she could see circular stains radiating out from the crotch and stretching down the leggings then wrinkled them around her nose inhaling deeply the alluring scent. Rachel was shocked at her thoughts and remembered Starr’s cautioning, “A play toy is fun to play with and it is easy to play with,” she knew that this is how she must think. Rachel felt her own wetness sliding down the inside of her thighs as she thrilled to another woman’s scent and the images of suckling at her breasts and kissing her vaginal folds or being mounted by her in some way. Rachel drew a sharp breath and gripped her clitoris as she clearly remembered Greg’s orgasm while she manipulated his penis inside Starr while she suckled on Starr’s clitoris and how Greg’s penis surged and pushed against her chin, and then passing out briefly from the exhilaration as his semen oozed out over her fingers.

 

She slipped the pantaloons on and pulled them up tight and her genitals started tingling as she pressed the cloth to her loin. Rachel fought the urge to finger herself, as she smelled her own sexual heat mingling with Carol’s. Sweat started to run from her armpits and the beads grew on her forehead, Rachel’s nipples turned so hard they ached. The elastic waistband hung low on Rachel’s hips because the panties were two sizes too big. She marveled at the bathroom with its two toilets, the huge sunken tubs, sauna, and what looked like a massage table with its own water faucets, and hand held shower nozzle. The humid heat from the hot water filling the tub, and the heater was almost stifling. Rachel thought how daunting the task was to clean this place. Her heart leapt into her throat as a knock sounded on the door.

 

“Rachel, come out here.” Dave called through the door.

 

Shyly she stepped into the room; the chilly air made her nipples hard again and she kept them covered first with one hand then another. Again, an ache grew in her belly as she looked at Dave, but her self-consciousness tempered her arousal. Rachel’s skin was beet red from the heat in the bathroom and began to prickle with goose flesh from the chilly air.

 

He smiled as he stood in the door way and took a long look at Rachel’s partially clad body then rebuffed, “You left your phone on the bed.”

 

“Oh I’m sorry I thought…” She was cut short.

 

“You keep it with you every where and all ways.” Dave admonished sternly and then reminded, “Dressed or not wet or dry with you or on you.”

 

“Okay I will no matter what I am doing.” Rachel assured avoiding eye contact, as she felt uncomfortable. She knew he could smell her arousal and her fresh sweat even through his wife’s overpowering scent. She walked to the bed and picked up the phone thinking that he might attack her at any instant but no, he just stood by the foot of the bed watching just staring at her, she could feel his gaze burning through her.

 

“Okay, get me ready for my bath.” Dave directed softly an impish smile beamed from his face.

 

Rachel stood dazed and dizzy, heart pounding as she fixed the elastic band with the phone to her upper arm with a shaky hand then stumbled as she started to walk toward Dave.

 

“Shoes and socks first then the shirt. You do know… how to get undressed don’t you?” He asked in a sarcastic tone and smiled.

 

“Yes.” She piped coyly as the humor relieved her tension. As she knelt, down to untie his shoes Rachel glanced at his crotch and again as she pulled them off, and again as she took his shirt off looking for a hint as to his size. Dace’s pecs and abs were well defined, as were the muscles on his arms. Rachel felt her heart start to race as she surveyed his upper body. A little relief came over her when she thought he must be small because she couldn’t see, not even the briefest outlines of his penis just what looked like his scrotum. Dave hadn’t even started to get a hard on when she pushed her hand against the soft bulge of his scrotum when she untied the rope that held up his sweat pants. She was so surprised to see him wearing a very tight fitting speedo then it dawned on her that this was why she couldn’t catch an idea of the size of his penis.

 

Dave just watched Rachel intently after she pulled his pants down. Noting how surprised she looked to see him wearing a tight fitting speedo for underpants, and how she was gawking at the outline of his still flaccid penis. Rachel thought she saw is scrotum become larger; she could clearly see three outlines, Dave’s two testicles and the head of his bulging penis inside the speedo. Dave’s testicles were much bigger than any she had seen pictures of even bigger than Greg’s.

 

He stepped out of his pants then directed, “Rachel just pile my cloths on the chair you can take them to the laundry later.” he watched her gather them up then smiled broadly and added licentiously, “You forgot to take my speedo off.”

 

Rachel stopped for a short moment as her heart started pounding in her throat then slid his shoes under the chair laying his clothes on the chair and walked back. She slid her thumbs under the waistband and slid them down. Dave’s musky sweat scented smell overpowered Rachel as she exposed his long thick black pubic hairs causing her knees to shake briefly, and her eyes to half close, saliva gushed into her mouth, and her jaws to ached as if she had bitten a sour grape. As she pulled it past, his knees Rachel caught the scent of his pubic hairs and could see the fleshy gland at the end of the fat soft penis. The room spun as she started breathing in deeply; drinking in his manly scent with each breath. Rachel felt her warm cream melting into her hairs, and her womb expanding as if it were breathing. When she started to suck Dave’s penis into her mouth; the fingers of one hand entwined in her hair while the other swept his penis to the side.

 

“That’s my girl take deep breaths.” Dave purred as he held her face against his thigh keeping her nose buried in his pubic hairs adding, “We don’t use perfumes or deodorants. I love the smell of an aroused woman; the smell her panties after her juices have soaked into them and the smell of her sweat on her clothing.”

 

“Oh…! God…! You smell good!” Rachel gasped between breaths, and then looked up after several seconds a sated blissful smile on her face. “I don’t think I have ever smelled a man’s scent as arousing as you’res. I want to taste you, and feel your penis inside my mouth.” Rachel purred, as she looked up through her half closed eyes hugging Dave’s thighs and caressing his buttocks with her hands.

 

“Find your panties and hand them to me.” Dave asked softly adding, “I want to look at them and smell them and I want you to look at my penis and watch it grow.”

 

Rachel walked on her knees to the pile of clothing and rummaged through it till she found her panties and handed them to Dave her face turned a bright red, as she looked right at his penis. She was fixated on it; it seemed small except for the flared head and the thick, wide band of flesh that hugged the flared gland. It had already changed color to a darkening red and was swelling. Her whole body started to tingle as she listened to Dave’s deep breaths as he drank in her scent. Rachel’s mouth gaped as she watched his penis move as it started to grow. She slurped back a drool that slipped passed her lips. Her breath quickened as she watched watery drips start fall to the floor from his opening; and she felt her own creamy juices weeping down to her thighs.

 

“Oh Rachel you have a wonderfully fruity scent. I love the smell that an aroused woman gives her panties. Tell me what does it feel like when you get wet.” Dave playfully asked.

 

“I… ‘i…it’ felt like. This is hard to say.” Rachel stammered trying to find the words.

 

“Oh come on tell me please.” Dave prodded.

 

“Oh it feels like I am melting in side…” Her voice trailed off.

 

“What else do you feel when you get hot?” He impatiently pressed.

 

“Oh! God It feels like my womb is breathing… and my ie…I can feel my heart beating in my clitoris.” Rachel disclosed and a quick shiver raced through her body as she watched Dave holding her white panties to his nose and smelling at them loudly.

 

“Like now?” Dave asked in a dreamy tone.

 

“Yes! God yes!” Rachel answered gasping with her eyes still fixed on his nearly erect penis. The both of them sat quietly Dave drinking in Rachel’s scent and Rachel watching Dave’s penis swelling and starting to bob, as it turned harder. Dave’s penis was jutting away from his thighs much longer and bigger around now yet still arced down ward and had turned a deep reddish purple. Rachel was starting to tremble from excitement and fear, as Dave’s penis turned into a huge cock, a much bigger than she had thought and still growing. His precum had changed from watery drips to a thick creamy texture, and hung from the opening before falling to the floor.

 

“I love white cotton panties and oh…! You’ve made them so wet, your juices are thick and silky and smell so very sweet.” He passionately noted as he broke the silence.

 

“My…! God…! When I first looked at your penis I didn’t think it would get this big, it so hard.” Rachel said breathlessly and in a shaky voice added, “I think you will have to push it hard to put that thing inside me! It might even hurt me.” Rachel paused to catch her breath and then in a panicky voice asked, “You won’t hurt me with it will you?”

 

“No I won’t hurt you with him. You can take more than you think.” Dave assured softly and then playfully added, “I’ve seen how wet and open you get. At the right time I will just sliiide… him innnn.”

 

“When Michael and I had sex it really hurt when he entered me and his penis was a lot smaller than you’res is.” Rachel’s voice crackled with anxiety as her mind was stilled filled with uncertainty.

 

“He just entered you before you were ready. That is the main cause for a lot of women’s long term discomfort with sex.” Dave warmly explained his mild demeanor was easing Rachel’s anxiety. He was silent as he combed Rachel’s hair with his fingers and gently held her cheek to one thigh and pressed his penis to the other.

 

“What?” Rachel asked looking up when Dave broke the silence with a quiet chuckle her forehead had beads of sweat forming, “What is it that tickled you?”

 

“I want to hear you say cock go ahead call it a cock.” Dave asked softly and waited for an answer then teasingly prodded, “come on say it.”

 

“Caw… cu… Cock…!” Rachel stuttered surprised at how hard she found it to say the word when told to.

 

“Use it in a sentence.” Dave teased.

 

“I…I didn’t think your cu…cock would get this big.” Rachel said pensively as a bead of sweat ran from her forehead she could feel it sliding down her sides from her armpits.

 

“Say it again only louder.” Dave coaxed.

 

“Your cockah…! Has gotten bigger than I thought it could.” Rachel said with a fever in her voice ending with a slurp as she sucked back a drool.

 

“Take it into your mouth.” Dave directed in a whisper adding in a soft low voice, “Take my cock into your mouth and milk it with both of your hands.” He let out a loud moan as Rachel closed her mouth over his gland and milked his shaft with long slow strokes. Dave then added slowly assuringly, “We are going to make love into the morning hours. He won’t hurt you going in I will open you.” Dave paused as he stroked her long black hair then tenderly sang, “You’ll feel it as he slowly slips into you like a door opening inside you.”

 

She made quiet gurgling noises as she suckled swallowing his juices. Dave’s voice put her completely at ease. Rachel moaned as more and more of his creamy fluid filled her mouth coating her throat. Rachel lowered her head pushing Dave’s penis deep into the back of her throat causing her to retch and gag her head bobbed up with a twisted grimace on her face as she dry-heaved and coughed.

 

Then Dave pulled her back, as she went down for more, and calmly cautioned, “Take little bites at first so to speak.” And then he whispered. “Bathe me first.” as he bent down and kissed Rachel on the forehead he lifted her to her feet. As Rachel stood he pulled her pantaloons down and put his nose into her soaked shiny black pubic hairs breathing deeply as he quaffed her scent. Rachel trembled and bowled over and clenched her fists in Dave’s hair as he blew his hot breath across her clitoral hood.

 

“Oh that feels heavenly.” Rachel purred in a trembley voice.

 

“Oh Rachel your scent is so earthly yet fruity at the same time.” Dave warmly described as he marveled at her scent adding, “and you have some of the meatiest labia I’ve ever seen on a young woman. They are so red and so puffy and open and so very ready to be eaten I am going to feed on your juices tonight.” Rachel trembled as he spoke softly blowing his breath across her labia and taking slow deep breaths drinking in all of her scent he could.

 

Rachel spoke in a shaky voice, “You make that feel so wonderful it is making me have to pee!”

 

“Lets go get cleaned up; a nice hot bath in a hot bathroom.” Dave sang alluringly as he stood. He pulled Rachel’s body tightly to his with an arm around her waist and his free hand clutching her hair turning her face to his, leaned down, and kissed Rachel parting her lips with his fingertip. Soft cooing noises emanated from her throat as she closed her eyes and melted into his arms. She moaned from the long lingering kiss as Dave’s tongue slowly rolled around sensing every hidden corner of her mouth.

 

In a flash Rachel pulled away, “What have you done? I am burning up, and if I don’t get to the toilet quickly I will ruin your carpet!” Rachel declared loudly as she started for the bathroom with Dave on her heels.

 

“No wait I won’t be able to go with you in here!” Rachel’s voice crackled with discomfort but made a beeline for the pot.

 

“They did tell you that you couldn’t be potty shy didn’t they?” Dave asked with a hint of sarcasm in his voice and staying right on her heels.

 

Rachel sat down and stared at the floor knowing that Dave was looking at her, “I won’t be able to go with you looking at me like that!” Rachel strongly affirmed.

 

Dave walked over to the sinks and turned one on at a slow run just enough to be heard as it whistled through the valve. The noise of the water coupled with Rachel’s urgency freed her flow. It turned from a tentative trickle to a torrential gush splashing into the bowl. As her flow slowed to a dribble Dave humorously remarked, “I guess you really had to go. You got to know Carol will not tolerate shyness of any kind.” Dave warned as he moved next to Rachel and cautioned, “If you stop doing something for Carol saying you have to take a leak you might find yourself wearing diapers and rubber panties for a week.”

 

“It’s just that this is the first time since I’ve grown that anyone has watched me pee.” Rachel embarrassedly admitted.

 

“Even in the gym?” Dave pried.

 

“First of all they were girls; we had open stalls and ‘they…’ weren’t really watching.” Rachel explained as she reached for the toilet paper.

 

“No don’t wipe!” Dave ordered as he reached between her legs and ran his two fingers through her wet pubic hairs causing her to shudder from the sudden surprise and urinated on Dave’s fingers. He put them into his mouth and sucked on them. Rachel just quietly sat there somewhat grossed out with her beet red face glowing.

 

“There see that wasn’t so hard.” He teased then noted, “You have a very strong tasting urine quite salty and strong smelling too.” as he quaffed his fingers Dave told Rachel, “We both drink each other’s urine some times. It isn’t bad for you in limited quantities.”

 

“I suppose you will make me drink it too?” Rachel’s nose wrinkled as she asked.

 

“No but it is a way to make some extra points. We never ask anyone to do something we wouldn’t do or haven’t done already.” Dave professed.

 

“Oh! That sounds perfectly horrid. How did you get started doing that?” Rachel asked as she grimaced emphasizing the word ‘that.’

 

“Carol spent time in a Tantric Love cult that followed the Karma Sutra tenets to the letter. Everyone in the group that Carol was in shared their vaginal and penile fluids as well as their sweat and saliva. I do not profess to understand any of it I just know that it makes Carol happy. Even you are going find yourself urinating uncontrollably at times when Carol starts fingering your clitoris and you’ll be better off to just let it flow.” Dave warmly related.

 

“How did Carol find that cult?” Rachel asked her disgust relenting.

 

“Who else good ole Leon’s Rent-a-Mate. Until you, she brought the highest bids. She made just over two million dollars in three years.”

 

“Huh I didn’t even look at their bids; the descriptions scared me off.” Rachel said.

 

“You were wise not to; all of them are very hard to finish the contracts.” Dave reported then dared, “You want to try a little taste?”

 

There was a long pause and Rachel answered hesitantly, “I…I guess… I guess so.”

 

“Oh good girl! I’ll just squat and pee between your legs and when I am almost done I’ll stand and give you the rest.” Dave described eagerly and then quickly squatted and started peeing.

 

“It feels so strange to have someone pissing between my legs! I suppose that you and Carol pee on each other often, and you want to pee on me don’t you?” Rachel pried.

 

“Yes we do and yes I do.” Dave quickly answered.

 

“It’s okay go ahead.” Rachel acquiesced calmly, surrendered to fulfilling his every whim. She was startled a little when his pee started splashing on her belly when he stood moving closer. Rachel took a hold of his penis and tenderly held against her neck under her chin and let the urine course its way between her breasts down her back and sides and between her legs as she moved the stream across her body. As the flow turned to a trickle, she placed it in her mouth and swallowed the last few squirts.

 

After a long pause Rachel droned, “That is still horrible and will take some getting use to.”

 

“Rachel your batting a hundred with me; but then Carol says I am far too easy for you girls to please. Carol’s over lookable whims are the point makers and of course eagerness to please goes without saying.” Dave detailed. When Dave stopped peeing, Rachel kept his penis in her mouth suckling on his gland massaging his scrotum, milking his shaft with one hand, and kneading his buttock with the other. “You know Rachel there really isn’t anything happening here that wouldn’t happen in a quote normal relationship.” Dave calmly assured as he cupped her face, stroked her hair, and added softly, “Juices are going to flow during good oral sex or any sex for that matter and mixed in with all the other glandular secretions is urine. Come give me a bath.”

 

“I know that you are right I just never thought of it in that sense before.” Rachel acknowledged as she stood and led Dave hand in hand toward the tub.

 

“Oh Rachel we are going to have a great time; Leon assured me that you were a fast study and you surprised Carol even; when it came time for you to give ole Starr and her co-star the working over that you did and at the end that sympathetic orgasm and fainting as your shimmering cream coursed down your thighs from your vaginal opening I swear I almost came myself right then.” Dave enthusiastically disclosed adding, “Carol and I did have one of our hottest bouts in a while after that show; but then we are still fairly active for a long time married couple…”

 

“My god it is stifling in here!” Rachel interrupted Dave from his musings.

 

“Ahhh… yes it is; it is just right for me. Carol likes it much more warmer and it is the same with her water.” Dave lovingly disclosed.

 

“Well do I wash you in the tub or sponge you off from the sink?” She asked her voice crackled as the tension started to sneak back in.

 

“Wrong on both counts.” He paused and then teased, “guess again.”

 

“Then it’s this funny looking table?” she offered with a puzzled look on her face as she ran her eyes over it.

 

“Right we jokingly call it an adult bassinette.” Dave disclosed and then directed, “Go ahead lift those long tubes until they click and then throw that switch.”

 

“It’s so hot!” Rachel exclaimed as she touched the table then proceeded to lift the tubes.

 

“It has it’s own heating elements that warms the table and the water, go ahead flip the switch.” Dave urged.

 

“Oh my god a fountain of steamy water.” Rachel excitedly exclaimed placing both hands on the table and as the water splashed over her arms, she licentiously gazed at Dave’s naked body and his large semi turgid penis. The impishness of Rachel’s smile betrayed the stone serious gaze in her eyes as she watched Dave walking towards the washing table. The sight of this naked muscular man walking with his penis swaying to his stride was causing Rachel’s passions to churn in her belly and her groin to ache. She wobbled a little as she stepped back and watched Dave climb onto the table. Rachel felt her muscles tightening behind her clitoris she could feel her labia swell and turn warm as she marveled at the size of his hairy scrotum. Rachel’s womb was filling with blood, sweat was running from her armpits as the sweltering hundred and ten-degree temperature of the bathroom took its toll. Rachel’s gaze was fixated on Dave’s penis as she struggled to catch her breath and wiped the sweat from her brow.

 

“The soap is in the blue squeeze bottle in the cabinet between the sinks.” Dave calmly directed. He rolled over on his side to watch her as she walked to the cabinet the pantaloons now soaked with her sweat and Bartholin fluids clung like a second skin to her body perfectly outlining the valley between her buttocks and round anus.

 

Half way to the sink she turned and beaming an impish smile asked, “Do you want these pantaloons?”

 

“Yes ah dooo!” He sang.

 

As Rachel turned away to peel them off Dave ordered, “No look at me as you take them off!” a quiet gasp escaped her as she surveyed his body and its’ nearly erect penis. A slight tremble washed across Rachel’s body as she slid her pantaloons to her feet and off. She rolled the waistband back to expose the soaked crotch. Dave took her hand and pulled Rachel closer as she handed him her pantaloons and pressed her hand holding the pantaloons to his nose. Rachel jumped and let out a loud gasp as Dave’s fingers slid between her legs from behind and started sliding over her mons and touching her clitoris as he inhaled deeply then let her go and ordered, “Okay wash me now face first.”

 

Rachel lathered up the body puff and as Dave closed his eyes and held the pantaloons to the side she started washing his face covering every bit of his skin then rinsed it before proceeding to lather the rest of his body. Rachel’s face turned hot and her clitoris started to tingle as she listened to Dave’s deep slaking breaths. She lathered each arm then covered his chest and stomach then skipped to Dave’s legs and feet. After covering his entire body with soap, she took both hands one holding the body puff and the other soapy and started scrubbing his scrotum and milking the fat shaft of his semi hard penis. Her breath became labored as his meat stiffened in her hands and she started taking long and fast strokes.

 

“Don’t make me cum so soon.” Dave warmly admonished and with a laugh added, “I think my cock is clean enough so rinse it and the rest of me off. She took the hand held showerhead and squeezed the trigger and a wide soft stream of hot water came out and a few seconds later the suds were gone. Dave rolled onto his stomach saying, “Now my back and hair. You can use the same soap on my hair.” After lathering his head and back Rachel impishly giggled as she started washing his scrotum again at the same time she washed his back and hair, a slight tremor swept through her as she encircled the base of his turgid penis then abruptly stopped and she rinsed the soap from Dave’s body.

 

“Oh my the heat is making me dizzy.” Rachel gasped as Dave sat up.

 

“You have a nice way of touching.” Dave complimented as he picked up the shower nozzle. “Your turn Rachel honey.” He declared and then said, “I want to watch you soap your self up and turn all that nice shiny black hair and milky brown skin to a soapy white.” Dave excitedly said while spraying Rachel down soaking her head to foot as he sniffed her sweaty pantaloons.

 

“The water is so hot!” Rachel gasped.

 

“Is it too hot?” Dave asked as he stopped spraying.

 

“No. I was just surprised.” Rachel claimed then asked, “Would you spray more on me?”

 

“I would be glad to!” Dave happily agreed and after several minutes directed, “Now close those eyes and get soapy.” He attentively watched as she obeyed then directed farther, “Now come here and let me wash your back.” As she neared her, steps warbled slightly until Dave touched her shoulder and led her to the end of the washing table. After bending her across it started scrubbing her back and then rinsed her off completely. “No stay bent over the table.” Dave warmly rebuffed as Rachel started to stand. She could hear him walking around stopping and starting and she jumped a little when he put his hand on the small of her back.

 

“Wha… What are you going? What do you want to do?” Rachel stammered as she asked her voice rife with anxiety.

 

“I want to fondle your privates.” Dave softly said then teasingly asked, “You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

 

“Ye…! Yes I would…!” Rachel nervously replied a staccatoed inhale and gasping sigh sounded when Dave’s hand slid to her anal cleft and down across her anus, she wriggled her buttocks as his hand swished across her hot wet mons. Rachel’s head bobbed up and she moaned softly as Dave’s palm rubbed over her clitoris. She hooked her right knee over the corner of the table moaning louder as she gripped the sides of the table tightly and pressing her forehead firmly into the padding as he started grinding her clitoris with his thumb and forefinger.

 

“There is a lot more than water making you so wet here.” Dave salaciously remarked as he started sliding his thumb along the sinewy clitoral shaft. Rachel moaned loudly and shuddered as his thumb reached its depth and curled behind her pelvis. Dave seductively asked, “Does this feel good?” and continued the soft, slow, and steady side to side motion with his thumb and forefinger, and with his free hand swept her left breast to the side and began squeezing her taut nipple.

 

“Oh yes…! Oh god yes…!” Rachel rapturously responded between gasping moans and with a feverish voice added, “My whole body is surging inside; I’ve never felt like this before!” Rachel’s moans turned into frantic gruntings and she gasped for her breath. She gripped the table tightly and it squeaked from her body’s weight as she pushed against it and pulled at it as her body began writhing. Dave amorously watched Rachel’s anus flexing in and out spasmodically while her orgasm coursed through her. Dave let out a few loud sighs when he felt a few strong gushes of urine squirt onto his hand. He kept his tender fondling up as Rachel’s breathing turned rhythmic and her body stopped writhing. Her muscles relaxed and her anal flexing slowed but her Bartholin juices kept oozing out and coating her mons and his hand with the creamy white gelatinous flow.

 

“Oh god that was heavenly!” Rachel sang her voice sounding as though she was still wrapped with orgasmic rapture and floating on a cloud. She grabbed her leg under the knee when it started to slip off the corner.

 

“Do you want me to stop?” Dave coyly asked while continuing his ministrations and teasingly remarked, “You know by the way your muscles are squeezing my thumb you are about to have another orgasm.”

 

“It feels like I have to pee!” Rachel panted and rocked her buttocks.

 

“You know what to do don’t you?” Dave teasingly asked as he stepped between her wide spread legs and moving in close parting her labia with the thumb still inside her. Rachel sighed loudly as a forceful gush of urine spewed out splashing on Dave’s penis, testicles, soaking his pubic hairs. He playfully remarked, “My I guess you did have to go!” and watched as Rachel’s urine washed her thick creamy juices from his hand and fingers. When her flow turned to a trickle, he began his ministrations to her genitalia and nipple.

 

“Oh god I feel like I am floating.” Rachel amorously related and as tension began to sound in her voice her, words turned to moans and gasps; as the table began to squeak again as she pressed her writhing body to it.

 

“Oh god baby that is sweet.” Dave quietly purred as he watched Rachel’s anus kiss at the air, he gave a sympathetic moan as her vaginal muscles gripped and squeezed his wriggling thumb. A warm soft glow washed across his face as Rachel’s body relaxed. A few sporadic twitches raced through Rachel’s limp body as Dave continued his ministrations; as slow and tender as when he first started them. 

 

“Oh…! God…!” Rachel cried out as her head popped up and her body started bucking into Dave’s hand. Her moanings turned into throaty groans, and raspy gasps as another climax raced around within Rachel’s body outlasting the first two. “Stop…! Stop…!” Rachel shouted breathlessly letting her leg slip to the floor and pulled away from Dave’s playful touching; moving to the side of the table away from Dave. Her face showed signs of exhaustion and puzzlement as she looked at him panting straining to catch her breath, but still had a weak smile on her face.

 

“Come here Rachel I’m not through yet.” Dave sexily sang as he walked around the table towards her. Her mouth gaped as she caught sight of his hard, fat, cock, and its crowning wet gland. A juicy glaze surrounded the slit and a think gelatinous tendril was sliding down the shaft along his distended urethra. Dave stopped walking when Rachel quickly shuffled around the other corner and patted the cushioned tabletop. A barely visible smile began to beam from her face when she relented her retreat and obediently moved closer to where Dave was now petting the table. “That’s my good girl.” Dave seductively sang.

 

“Oh god Dave!” Rachel breathlessly gasped as she neared adding with gusting breath, “I will surely die if I have another orgasm!”

 

“Nonsense!” Dave warmly rebuked adding in a seductively warm voice, “A strong healthy young woman like your self can cum all day long now hop up on the table and lay with your knee under you, feet over the side… That is a good girl make your knee wider and your feet farther apart… now arch you back no the other way… Perfect!” Dave stepped back and looked at Rachel’s Bartholin glazed mons with her shiny black pubic hairs melted together from her creamy juices and her bright red labia splayed wide. He slurped back a drool and swallowed as he watched her vaginal opening winking and her erect clitoris pulsing.

 

Rachel shuddered when Dave slid his hands along her belly and firmly squeezed her breasts moving to her nipples; she gasped and groaned loudly when Dave began suckling her clitoris and milking her nipples. The table began squeaking again when she started rocking her body and when he stood he gave a short thrust pushing the head of his penis onto Rachel’s clitoris. A loud squeak sounded as she jumped from the shock of the sudden contact.

 

“Ieee…! My god…!” Rachel yelled out as Dave’s wide gland slipped between her labia and vanished within the folds. She raised her body up on her hands and started pushing her buttocks down trying to get more of Dave’s meaty member into her vaginal canal, but he only allowed his helmet access. Dave used both of his hands to restrict the movement of her bobbing buttocks. Her face twisted into a tortured grimace and she began to make animalistic gruntings and groanings as another climax raged. The table’s creaking grew louder as Rachel’s body writhed her moaning turned into voiceless cries. Without the slightest warning she flipped onto her buttocks yelling, “Oh god…! Mount…! Me…! I want him in me…!” A loud wet sigh sounded as Dave’s thick shaft slowly slipped through her spasming vaginal sphincter, she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist and reached under his arms to hold her head to his shoulder as she cried out lost in her passions. Rachel’s body soon went limp and Dave let her slip back to the tabletop and watched as her belly heaved to her greedy breaths and his very subtle thrusts. A few minutes later, he slowly withdrew his erect penis.

 

“Would like to soak in the hot tub for a while?” Dave asked after several minutes of silence.

 

“My god I had no idea sex could be so rapturous so exquisitely painful and still feel so wonderful!” Rachel amorously expressed then went quiet for a moment and then answered, “Yes that sounds good.” and slowly sat up and looked around the room adding, “I forgot where I was for a second.” Her face looked so soft and glowing as she lay back down.

 

Dave playfully countered, “I think it was a lot longer than a second.” And pulled her up and onto her feet. They both slid into the hot tub.

 

“I feel a chilly draft on my face.” Rachel exhaustedly noted.

 

“Yes you do the air-conditioner has started.” Dave softly informed her.

 

After several minutes Rachel broke the dreamy silence, “Oh my… My insides have finely settled down.” then took in a deep breath and sighed loudly as she exhaled. Dave just kissed her on the ear and gently held her in his arms as the two of them soaked in the steamy water.

 

“You want a drink of water?” Dave asked after giving her a firm hugging.

 

“That would be wonderful.” Rachel warmly responded and asked, “Where is it?”

 

“Just push the blue tile in the back row.” Dave lazily directed.

 

“Oh my god!” Rachel burst out in surprise as the lid popped open when she pushed it and then in amazement remarked, “And they’re cold too!” She twisted off the lid of the bottle in her hand took a long drink then spun around and faced Dave and with a mouth full of water kissed him coaxing his mouth open with a finger and then filled his mouth then handed him his own bottle. Rachel took another long drink as she watched Dave drinking from his bottle.

 

“That was a new trick on me.” Dave excitedly admitted while Rachel settled back down on her back on top of him he added, “I liked it I can’t wait to spring it on Carol.”

 

“I’m glad you liked it I just thought of it.” Rachel licentiously claimed and then seductively added, “I hope I can watch.” then she pulled Dave’s semi erect penis between her legs and started stroking it then with a voice full of curiosity remarked, “I thought a man’s penis turned soft after ejaculating.”

 

“They usually do.” He sleepily replied the hot water has had a calming effect on both of them.

 

“Well you’res is still sort of hard.” Rachel warmly observed as she playfully squeezed his gland.

 

“Well that is because I haven’t ejaculated yet.” Dave seductively answered and kissed her softly on the ear and neck and with a whisper said, “I wanted to wait until we were in bed.”

 

“My god… I don’t think I can have another orgasm.” Rachel exasperatedly admitted but kept her hold on Dave’s hardening penis.

 

“That’s okay I’m the only one that needs to.” Dave humorously pointed out bit and sucked Rachel’s neck leaving one huge hicky and then directed, “Come on lets get dried off and go to bed it is really late or early.” Dave kissed Rachel’s fanny cheek as she crawled out of the tub on all fours, and then ordered, “Wait I want to kiss those sweet vaginal lips.” As she waited, he spread her buttocks with his thumbs and kissed each of her labia and her bristling clitoris and lasciviously observed, “Your little button is still pulsing.”

 

“You keep doing that and I will give you a squirt.” Rachel saucily threatened and then surprised her self with a seductive giggle. As promised she gushed a long stream and bowed her head as she listened to Dave slurping and licking her urine.

 

“Grab a towel dry me then I’ll watch as you dry your self.” Dave directed as he caught his wind. His gaze was fixed on Rachel’s buttocks as it swayed to her stride. Her face was glowing when she turned around towel in hand. Dave could see a late day shadow showing on Rachel’s legs, as her black hair was getting longer. He stood there while she vigorously rubbed his body with the towel front to back top to bottom. She turned around slowly as she dried her self, looking into Dave’s eyes when facing him. Though the bathroom had cooled, they both still had sweat beading on their bodies as they walked into the cooler bedroom drinks in hand with Rachel leading the way.

 

“Rachel would you please wear this?” Dave warmly asked as he walked to the chest of drawers taking out a long and wrinkled t-shirt letting it drape down showing the full length.

 

“I would be glad to.” Rachel warmly replied and holding it to her nose she took a deep quaff and then quickly slipped it on and then in a deepening salacious voice asked, “Dave would you like to make me ga… ag… on that huge cock of you’res for a while before we lay down?”

 

A serious but warm look washed across his face as he looked at Rachel and then earnestly admitted, “I don’t know what that is all about but I do love to hear a woman gagging and coughing when I push my member deep into her throat and pull it out.” He paused and gazed longingly at Rachel and said, “Yes I would very much I’ll not hurt you.”

 

“I know you won’t.” Rachel warmly said then quietly asked looking into his eyes, “Do you want me on my back or my side or sitting up?”

 

“Lying on your side curled up on the bed with your head over the edge.” Dave directed as he pulled a knee stool from under the bed.

 

With a wide and longing look in her eyes Rachel said, “I want you to give me as much as I can take and more.” Then she sucked Dave’s cock into her mouth and made her self gag right away.

 

“Easy… Easy honey I like to tease the reflex for a while watching your body retch for a while.” Dave explained as he entangled his fingers with her hair pushing mouth onto his penis with his hand. Then he started rubbing his thick saliva into her anus and then reached between her legs and slipped his middle fingers into her rectum. Dave’s penis stifled her moaning as he worked them in and out reaching in as deeply as he could. A quiet gurgle sounded as he pushed deeper into her eager mouth touching the back of Rachel’s throat. Her panicked breath gusted through her flaring nostrils. Her body retched from a deeper thrust and her arm shot up and flailed in the air and she let out a bunch of loud coughs but Dave stifled them by keeping his cock in her throat. Rachel’s muffled gags filled the room as her body retched violently.

 

Rachel rolled onto her knees and dropped her face to the floor when Dave pulled out and let loose with a series of violent dry heaves followed by a few retching coughs but rolled back onto her side showing her willingness to endure more and when her breathing slowed he gave her throat few quick and deep thrust with his rigid cock going even deeper but Rachel’s throat would not take all of it. For nearly thirty minutes, Dave repeatedly gagged Rachel with his penis causing her to violently retch and heave; stopping only long enough to let her catch her breath and her retching to subside. He stopped and listened as Rachel slurped her thick saliva back into her mouth and swallowed it while she played with his preejaculate oozing from his bulging gland then pulled his hips to her face sliding it deep into her throat as she tried to push her nose into his pubic hairs. A retching heave caused her to spit it out and cough violently, the cough was followed by a long groaning heave.

 

“I love the taste of your cock.” Rachel breathlessly gasped.

 

“I’m really ready to cum!” Dave breathlessly announced as his thrusting stopped. Rachel sucked at his gland trying to get more of Dave’s preejaculate into her mouth and she held onto his shaft not letting him pull it out.

 

“You can cum in my mouth if you want to!” Rachel enticingly suggested when she did finely let him pull out.

 

“I do but not this time.” Dave warmly declined as he maneuvered Rachel onto her back and gave her a passionate kiss slathering his tongue all over the inside of her mouth and then added with a whisper after ending the kiss, “I want to spend my semen in your hot womb.” And then showered her face with several little kisses while sliding her into the middle of the bed. He stood and walked to the closet Rachel’s eyes stared fixedly as she studied his every move. He opened the door and pulled out a long hotdog shaped pillow.

 

“Here roll onto your stomach and put this under your hips.” He warmly directed after returning to the bedside and then added, “It will hold your buttocks at the perfect angle and giving my cock an unobstructed access to your vaginal opening.”

 

Rachel with a seductive smile on her face slowly took the pillow from his hand and in an even warm voice asked, “May we do it doggy style for a while first I would like to see what that feels like.” She got onto her hands and knees pulled the long t-shirt up and then lasciviously wriggled her buttocks at Dave.

 

“Oh…! A woman after my heart; yes my darling yes Rachel you bet we can.” Dave eagerly responded as he moved onto the bed and sidled behind her placing his hands on her hips and moving his hips back and forth.

 

“Dave that feels wonderful.” Cooed Rachel as Dave pressed his gland on to her distended clitoris and let it slide along her puffy red labia. With each pass over her genitalia Rachel’s creamy thick Bartholin fluids coated his penile hood and oozed down his meaty shaft and with a light push with his thumb Dave slid his flared gland into Rachel’s vaginal opening causing her body to shudder and a raspy sigh to sound from deep in her throat. Dave watched as he popped the head of his penis in and out and marveled at the copious amount of creamy juice clinging to the soft thick skin behind the hood. He watched it slip in deeper and deeper and Dave closed his eyes when Rachel’s body quaked her elbows buckled and her knees slipped out from under her. The two of them fell into a laying position.

 

“Uh…! God…! It’s in me…! It’s all the way in me…! Dave…! Oh god it is in me!” Rachel shouted as she bucked her buttocks into his subtle thrusts. Her body turned hot and became slippery with sweat as she shook her buttocks. Dave buried his face in Rachel’s hair his movements became convulsive and he gasped for every breath and tightly hugged Rachel’s arms to her body, and a few moments later they both quietly lay on top of the bed. Dave found the spare blanket at the foot of the bed, unfurled it covering them with it. Dave slid his legs over Rachel’s and then squeezed both of their legs closed, and went to sleep with his penis steeping in his semen and Rachel’s vaginal juices.

 

Rachel was roused from her sleep by the cell-phone vibrating on her upper arm; she lifted her head and tried to get up when she found Dave was still sleeping on top of her and most of his flaccid penis was still inside her. She jumped when the phone vibrated again then she heard a quiet voice coming from it.

 

“Just whisper into the phone I will hear you; Hi I am Carol.” She directed and introduced her self then asked, “How was your first night with ‘my…!’ husband?”

 

“Heavenly I had no idea having a penis so far up inside could feel so good!” Rachel excitedly hissed into the phone straining to be quiet.

 

“It looks like he is still inside you?” Carol observed.

 

Rachel’s head bobbed up from the surprising information and asked, “Can…can you see us!?”

 

“Just be still I don’t want him awaken until he is ready and yes I watched you all night long.” Carol explained with a laugh in her voice and then she added in the same humorous tone, “We are going to archive the entire day and night in fact today as well so we can watch it all again.”

 

“Does he always keep his penis in you too?” Rachel pried.

 

“Of course he does that is one of his favorite things to do.” Carol answered and with a giggle Carol asked, “So those were your first orgasms right? How many did you have?”  

 

“Oh god I don’t know at some point they just blended together.” Rachel answered and paused then said, “Yes that was the first time I have ever enjoyed having sex.” Her answers were sincere but tentative, as she had become self-conscious at the thought of being caught on camera.

 

“We won’t be filming you all the time just the hallmark moments.” Carol consoled, but Rachel found little solace but was resolved to being a good study in order to make the contract’s end.

 

“I think Dave enjoyed me as much as I enjoyed him.” Rachel Said nearly bragging and with a strain in her voice added, “I really do have to go pee.”

 

“Well you know what to do. Right?” Carol teased just like Dave did.

 

“In the bed too?” she asked in a puzzled voice.

 

“Of course. There is a protective cover on the mattress.” Carol assured and laughed at Rachel’s shyness.

 

“Oh huh wha…” Dave muttered as he woke up and then asked, “Who are you talking to? Is that you Carol honey?”

 

“Hi Dave did you feel your ears burning?” Carol asked with a laugh adding, “Rachel says she has to pee.”

 

“I have a raging hard-on and don’t think she can do much more than a trickle.” Dave disclosed and started working his penis inside Rachel’s vagina.

 

Rachel grunted and bucked Dave off wrestled him to his back then straddled him and started covering him with her urine. She parted her swollen labia with her two fingers and directed her gushing stream covering him knees to neck. As her stream slowed to a trickle she scooted to his face opened Dave’s mouth with a finger and shot the last few squirts right into his mouth.

 

“Way to go girl!” Carol gayly cheered her voice much louder now because it was coming from the speaker in the wall.

 

Rachel slid back down and grabbed Dave’s throbbing hard-on and with a wriggle of her hips, it vanished into her vaginal well.

 

“Ride me Rachel Ride me!” Dave excitedly begged as he gripped the bed cover with both hands. Rachel rocked her buttocks back and forth in a fast but even speed; causing Dave to ejaculate in just a few minutes as his body relaxed, she slowed her movement until she was still and lying on top of him. The room was silent only the two lovers quiet breathing could be heard.

 

The lingering silence was cut by the high-pitched ring of a phone some where in the room. Dave’s body jerked with the second ring, rolled Rachel off, and sat up. Rachel’s face twisted in an ugly grimace as Dave withdrew his penis and she laid face up holding her genitalia in her hands and watched Dave go into the closet closing the door behind him.

 

“What is wrong Rachel?”  Carol asked sounding sincerely concerned.

 

“Oh my privates feel like they are on fire.” Rachel groaned out her reply.

 

“Well honey you probably rubbed them raw.” Carol explained in a sympathetic tone and added, “We have the perfect remedy for you we’ll get Dave to put some on if you want.”

 

“Í was really wet all the time we were making love.” Rachel whined and then a deepening passionate voice said, “I had no idea a man ejaculated so much sperm…” she paused and mused and then said, “my boyfriend barely had any in him when he came.”

  

“Well Rachel honey he probably masturbated twice that day maybe even three times before he came on you.” Carol informed, then after a long pause added, “Then Dave really ‘does…’ release a copious amount sperm more than most.”

 

“Yea I knoooww…!” Rachel playfully acknowledged and then added, “Even when he cums for the third time I can feel his sperm gushing inside.”

 

Dave came from the closet carrying a large labelless black jar and said, “Carol says you need some of this. Would you like some?” And he pointed at the jar in his hand.

 

“Ye yes I would.” Rachel answered while sitting on the bed hugging her knees.

 

“Well Rachel honey lay back and spread your legs wide for him.” Carol directed.

 

As Rachel lay back Dave brayed, “Wow can you see that honey!?”

 

“Yes I can!” Carol quickly responded. There between Rachel’s spread legs was a long thick rope of spent sperm stretching from the top of the covers back into her gaping red vagina with another large gelatinous mass sliding down her anus.

 

“Rachel I want to slurp that sperm up and drink it.” Dave excitedly said.

 

“Well sure go ahead…it is your sperm. I belong to you, I want to keep you happy.” Rachel warmly replied.

 

“Save some for Rachel Dave honey.” Carol ordered and in a lascivious tone said, “I want her to taste your sperm and her vaginal juices.”

 

“I will Carol.” He replied. Dave showered Rachel’s thigh with kisses as he moved closer to her sore looking sperm soaked vagina. She let out a loud giggle when Dave started slurping up their juices.

 

“As sore as I am that sure feels good.” Rachel purred and cupped the back of Dave’s head with both hands spreading her legs wide. When Dave looked up his nose cheeks and chin were covered with the thick gelatinous juices. When he leaned down to kiss Rachel she sucked the juices from his lips and chin then opened her mouth and watched as a long stringer stretched from his mouth to hers and then they enjoyed a lingering kiss.

 

Dave broke the kiss and began to explain, “This salve will make you feel a little groggy, maybe dizzy and light headed; but it will stop the burning and heal the chafing.

 

“That is fine I still want it please.” Rachel eagerly indicated she exaggeratedly spread her legs and watched as Dave applied a generous amount. “Oooo That feels all warm and tingly.” She salaciously described. After a few minutes, Dave began to work it into Rachel’s every little fold of her chafed genitalia, daubing some onto and into her rectum. She looked on as Dave produced a large cotton swab on a long stick soaking the swab with a generous amount of salve. Rachel wriggled her buttocks as it slipped a little ways into her vagina. Dave had an impish smile as he swirled it around inside Rachel’s vaginal sheath and then daubing her urethral opening.

 

“Ooohaaa…! That is wonderful.” Rachel cooed as she stretched her arms over her head and under the pillows closing her eyes and started breathing deeply sounding increasingly relaxed. Her legs were still raised but were slowly drooping.

 

“How is that?” Dave quietly asked as he slathered more of the salve onto the swab and slowly slipped it into her rectum.

 

“The burn and itch are gone and my insides feel all warm and squishy, and that soft sliding into my butt feels good too.” Rachel replied in a pleasingly hypnotic voice. He slowly moved the swab in circular motion while he listened to her answer. “Oh my…! My body feels so heavy.” Rachel purred a warm smile beaming from her face.

 

“That is the way it is suppose to feel…” Dave said then quietly suggested, “You can sleep now if you want to.” And after a few more slipped the swab out.

 

Rachel awoke to a dark empty bedroom; her head was swimming and she was trying to figure out where she was, and how she got there. She found her self under the covers wearing only here panties or so she thought. When she sat up and looked around the room it all slowly came back to her in broken images a warm smile began to beam. Rachel threw the covers back saying out loud to her self, “My god I’ve been diapered! And tugged at the rubber panties.” Rachel saw that she had been fitted with a real cloth diaper and rubber pants, and then tried to get up but her knees warbled and she fell to the floor. After working half way onto the bed, she felt pressure building in her bowels and had to urinate. Rachel was unable to stand and too tired to crawl so she just lay across the corner of the bed waiting for her strength to return. Rachel let out a loud groaning grunt when she was suddenly over taken by convulsions that swept through her bowels, her back arched with each one. The diaper began to sag from the weight of the feces filling it; and then she sighed and started urinating, the sound of gushing urine filled the room causing the diaper to sag even farther.

 

“Oh good girl…!” Carol cheered her voice emanating from the phone on Rachel’s arm.

 

“Your Carol right?” Rachel asked still dazed from the narcotic in the salve.

 

“That is right you remembered.” Carol pleasantly reinforced Rachel’s memory and then added, “I am Carol and I own you lock, stock, rectum, and beautiful pussy, all you live for now is to satisfy my every whim and fancy.”

 

“Do you want me to wait for you to change me?” Rachel asked.

 

“That was perfect darling.” Carol sang then with a somber voice added, “I am afraid I am going to be away far too long for you to wait. My family needs me here for a while longer making arrangements. I will let you clean your self after we finish talking.”

 

“I’ve never cleaned a diaper; what do I do?” Rachel asked her voice filling with discomfort.

 

“It’s in the booklet Dave gave you read it ‘before…!’ you take your diaper off.” Carol directed.

 

“Are you the diaper lady Starr told me about?” Rachel pried.

 

“No. I’m not the person Starr told you about but I did diaper Starr several times, and I will diaper you too.” Carol coolly replied and then added, “I’ve sent you an e-mail and Dave has left you a note on the kitchen table so be a good girl do what I tell you and we will get along famously…and oh yes I will be checking in on you to make sure you are okay while we are away. Talk to you again soon by for now.”

 

“Good-by Carol… Carol…?” Rachel looked around the room waiting for an answer and noticed her booklet sitting on the dresser read the two-word post-it note from Dave ‘pantaloons only’ and then quickly read the chapter dealing with her dirty diaper. She pre-washed it in the toilet first then started it soaking in fresh soapy toilet bowl and jumped into the shower washed her bottom and the rest of her. She stopped when she realized she was eagerly racing to read Dave’s note and then let the hot water splash on her body for a long time. She again started to race when she put on her Pantaloons then with deliberate intent walked down the stairs stopping on each one. She found the note where they had eaten their soup and sandwiches and read it.

 

Dear Rachel sorry I had to leave before you woke up from your long nap. It is two in the afternoon and you have been sleeping around the clock. You had a real work out for your first day and a half and earned the extra several hours of sleep. You were really good, very good and I will eagerly await you fruits, till then be good to Carol. Dave. PS I just heard from Carol and she is going to be detained by her family for a few more weeks. We will both be checking in on you while we are away for so long. Stay busy for now Dave.

 

 

                              The end

The Interview chp. 3

 

I had a lot of fun writing this story I hope this part made up for the detail oriented first two parts. If you want to send a comment please e-mail me at ‘writermike2003@yahoo.com’ all reasonable e-mails will be replied to. Thank you for your time writermike

 

 

 

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It was time to go for my nightly jog, it was about half a mile to one of the few local hotels that had a pool.  Every night at 10:30 the pool gate was locked, about 15 or 20 minutes later I'd hop the fence and swim about 50 laps then jog home. 

It was on one of these nights I decided to take a short cut and cut through from one block to the next.  As I walked through a 5 or 6 foot wide opening between a mechanic shop and a small little slightly elevated home good fortune smiled upon me.  The bottom sill of a 5 foot wide window was right at eye level and there inside the room was a bed the top of which was also right at eye level.  The curtains were closed completely, however, they were 6 or 7 i

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nches to short, I could see the entire room from this vantage point.

What I noticed first was that the lady of the house was folding clothes on the bed she was as naked as the day she was born, sitting on the bed facing the window.  Wow!  Her breasts appeared to be about a C cup, they road proud on her chest and looked very perky.  It appeared to look like her nipples were slightly hard as though doing house work in the nude was exciting her.  

I was worried that I could be seen from the street but as I looked towards the street I discovered that a large tree out in he yard offered enough cover that it was unlikely anyone could see me unless thay walked between the tree and the house.

As I looked in upon this lady it looked like she was in her late 20's or early 30's, her hair was dark redish brown, her build was slim and as I said her tits were perky and full.  As my gaze returned to the room she stood and as she did I could see that she was clean shaved around her pussy.  What a view, very nice breasts, a narrow waist, hips that fit her figure perfectly, and a tight little ass.  This lady looked to be about 5'5" and probably about 110 lbs.  Definately a 10 in the figure department.

The mystery lady that was showing me her naked body returned to the bedroom with another basket of clothes, set tham on the bed then plunked her self down spread eagle on the bed knees wide and pussy not more than 5 feet away.  What a view!  She reached up and caressed her breasts tweeking her niples a little before letting one hand find its way down to her pussy, I couldn't believe what I was seeing as a fingure slid up and down the length of her slit then began to stimulate her clit as she swearled her index finger over her clit button.

I pulled my trunks down and stroked my cock in time with her circling finger.  What a view I was watching her masterbate for me and she didn't even no it.  After about 10 minutes I saw her body tense up then shutter, she had reached a climax, Wow!

The next night I took the same short cut and again was treated to the view of a naked body.  Every night for a week this lady walked around the house naked, was she an exibishinest?  On the 3rd night I was again treated to the sight of her masterbating and again I stroked along with her shooting my cum when she began to shutter.  This night her husband walked into the room just after she climaxed and climed in bed, he didn't even kiss her good night.  Each night was the same he just climed into bed without touching her.  What was wrong with this guy?

After about a week and a half I thought I had been caught, she looked out the window.  I didn't hear her scream so I wasn't sure if I had ducked out of sight quick enough or not, but I guessed I was safe.  The next night my mystery lady sat on the edge of the bed legs wide apart playing with her pussy, tonight was different it was a show, a very deliberate show, I'd been caught.  Were the cops going to grab me as she teased or was this for me.  I sliped away to observe from afar to see if the cops were any the wiser.

Three weeks went by no one had tryed to nab me but I was viewing from a far, I wanted to get up close again.  I finally snuck up close again,just like many other nights she was putting on a show.  The window was open as it had been on several occations so I could her her moaning as she got closser to cumming. 

I decided to be brave, it would eather ruin the shows she had given me or maybe result in getting busted in some way.  As she moaned I spoke softly. "would you like to get fucked?" I waited, what would happen?  After a few short moments she moaned "yessss".  WOW!  "Are you putting on this show because your husband doen't pay anny attention to you?"   She moaned "Yesssss"  WHat was wrong with this guy?  Was her a closet gay?

I told her I'd love to caress her firm breasts, she moaned "Ohhhhhhhh that would be lovely."  I ask her many questions telling her that I thought she was beautiful and one hot lady.  Sharrie as I learned her name to be, came 4 or 5 times as we talked softly through the screen.  I told her that if that screen was not there I would love to caress her thighs, she moaned.

Two nights later I returned for my special show the scree was gone and the window lifted more than the usual 6 inches.  Sharrie walked into the room naked after her nightly shower, she sat on the edge of the bed and lay back spread eagle her knees less than 6 inches from the window.  AS she began to play with her clit I began to caress her thighs, "Oh yes' she moaned.  Soon I leaned in far enough to place a kiss on the inside of her thigh just above the knee.  "Ohhhhhh Yessssssssssss" she said, then "more"  I was being invited to go further.  I leaned in and kissed the other thigh inching my way up both inner thighs, Sherrie was tossing her head side to side and moaning softly. 

I needed a stool in order to reach futher than a few incher above her knee so I reached in and place a fingure on her clit, Sherrie climaxed within seconds telling me "I needed that, I need you hands on my body".  We kept tihis up for a few days but, I was worried about her husband catching on to us so I ask if she could get away from the house after 10:30 she said that one night every other week or so her had to work swing shift or mids but it was not regular.

Finally Sherrie's husband had to work a swing shift.  I had gone to the window to meet her as always only this time Sherrie invited me in.  As quickly as I climbed in the window Sherrie tugged of my truncks and pushed me onto her bed, I was already hard from looking at her nake body so it was easy for Sherrie to mount my hard cock.

As Sherrie bottomed out on my cock she moaned softly "If you only knew how much I have longed for your cock to be inside me!"  She told me that her husband hadn't even kissed her very good in over a year.  She was so sexually frustrated that she had told herself she was going to find a way to get some satisfaction.  Thats when she notice her nightly visiter and hatched a plan to tease me while she got off. 

Sherrie is a wonderful lady her breasts are nice and firm, they are a C cup a 34 C.  As Sherrie mounted me her pussy felt very hot and wet it was also very tight, not so tight that it was hard to slide into but tight in that it was clamped to my cock all the time I was inside her cunt.  As Sherrie began to cum her pussy began to spasm and she exclaimed "Your making me cum!"  She must have cum for at least 5 minutes as thats about how long her pussy spasmed on my cock befor she came down, what a feeling!

Sherrie isn't sure whats going on with her huband and doesn't care any more, we do something 4 or 5 nights a week I have even slipped into her room while he's in the living room watching TV.  Its a quicky if I do that but Sherrie says she wouldn't care if her walked in on us because it would serve the asswhole right so shutting her off.

The other night when he came home from swing shift we were still fucking when we heard the car door shut, that triggered a climax in Sherrie and I had to pull out before she came back down.  I grabed my T shirt and sliped on my truncks and jumped out the window just in the nick of time.  I called Sherrie the next afternoon, she said that was the most exciting fuck she had ever experienced in her life and that she had cum a couple times just thinking about how close we came to getting caught.  I took off work without telling her and slipped over to her house and snuck in the window and grabed her from behind and drove my cock deep into her pussy.  I'm sure glad she does her house work in the nude!  We fucked hard and fast because her hubby wouold be home very soon.  Talk about hightning the sexual tension knowing you have set yourself up to possibily get caught!  Sherrie loved it and came wildly knowing her was on his way home as I was driving my cock into her sweat pussy. 

What a girl, what a fuck! 

Tangled

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Tangled


Sitting here watching you
my pulse begins to race.
Closing my eyes I lick my lips,
In my minds eye I see the two of us together.
I see our bodies all tangled in sheets.
You laying under me as I move above you,
My legs on either side of you
my hands on your chest.
I press my body to yours as I kiss you.
Feeling your body under me I lose all control
I move above you like a wild animal.
Feeling your hands on me I open my eyes.
As I look into your eyes
I see the burning flame of desire.
I grab your hand in mine and pull you to bed,
Going to make my fantasy a reality,
Going to get tangled in the sheets.

Taking Teresa Out!

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Teresa and I met at a college that we were both taking classes at. She is short, 5'0" and a lovely BBW with very nice firm 42DD titties, long brownish red hair and beautiful eye. She has a proportioned full figure that makes heads turn when I watch her walikng around the campus. Well, we met at the college and had a few classes together. We began having lunch a little and sort of slowly moved into having an affair that has lasted now for over 9 years. We are both married and totally bored at home. Our spouses nver enjoy getting a little kinky as is were and we do. We began meeting at a rest area while skipping classes of lunch in the middle of the day, first staying mostly dressed in my van then little by little getting more and more naked ustil we stripped off all our clothes an

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d did what we wanted to do over on the trucker's side of the rest area. This of course got some honks on the air horns from the guys enjoying the shows we put on. It seemed that Teresa was getting hotter each time we went further and further.

We began meeting at night after a while and had progressed a ways in our sexual adventures. One night we had been at a club and had a few drinks and were driving back and decided to stop at a rest area we had not been to. Teresa had taken to wearing as little as possible to stay sort of legal and tey she always managed to wear something that she could flash truckers in or get out at a store and let the guys see her hot body. She always got back in the van and wanted to play since she had gotten so excited flashing. Well, we stopped at a rest area after she had flashed several truckers we had driven by. She had on a thin tank top t shirt and a wrap around skirt and thong panties. We got out and went to the rest rooms and really had to relieve ourselves so I went in and so did she and we came out. There were 4 truckers waiting around and when Teresa came out they all began talking to her. I stood a little back and she smiled at me over their shoulders knowing I was giving her some room to do something if she wanted to. She had a fantasy of a multiple guy session and I thought maybe tonight it might happen. Well, she talked to them and they all made some suggestions but in the end she seemed to turn them all down. They all said if she changed her mind they would be around a while. We held hands and walked to the truckers side where we had parked but went beyond to some benches on the edge of some woods. Teresa sat on the table and I sat next to her and she reached over and we began kissing very passionately. She let her wrap around skirt fall open exposing her legs all the way up to her upper hips and spread her legs apart and said, Finger fuck me please, I am so hot. I did just that pulling her thong aside and sinking three fingers into her soaking pussy. Her legs were facing out towards the parking area so the truckers were getting a good show. After she had a nice orgasm she pulled out my cock and began to suck me slowly, again, the parking area was getting a show. Teresa has as one of her very hot things is that when I cum in her throat she has a huge squirting orgasm that soaks anything under her pussy. Well, I let it go in her mouth and she had one of her best orgasms yet. We heard sounds around us and as we looked up 5 men were there with cocks in hand massaging themselves. Teresa got up and kissed me and whispered, "Do you mind if I do it?" I told her, "If you want to, enjoy Sweetheart." "Anyone have a blanket?" she asked and one of the guys had brought one with him. He showed her and she said, "Lets go for a little walk." As Teresa walked away from us, her skirt came off and she threw it over her shoulder. Her ass looked beautiful accented by the black thong. We got into the woods a little ways and the guy spread out the blanket. Teresa stood there in her tank top and thong and slowly carressed her body, the shirt falling to the ground exposing her lush titties with huge rock hard nipples. She took them in her mouth and sucked them and began biting them making her hips move swaying with the music in her head. She removed her thong and stood there totally naked and was massaging her titties and began playing with her clit that had swelled and her pussy was literally dripping. She dropped to her knees and reached out for the man closest to her and took his hard cock sucking the head and teasing it with her tongue. She took it into her throat slowly making the man moan with every inch that disappeared. She finally had all of about 7 inches going in and out of her mouth, her pussy dripping by now from the hard cock in her throat. She took him faster and finally his load filled her throat and her pussy squirted a puddle under her on the blanket. She licked her lips and reached for another cock, now the men were fully naked as I was and they had stepped closer. Teresa said, "Now no one cums unless it is in my mouth, understood?" "If yu can't wait then step closer and I will take care of you but no one wastes cum tonight, understand?" Everyone agreed and she began on the second cock of the night. He too was being taken all the way donw her throat and after some time his load filled her throat. One after another she took them deep into her throat and each one made her orgasm squirt under and each time another replaced the cock that had just cum. In all, there were 8 men that she sucked off that evening at the rest area. Several she sucked off twice. We had gotten ready to go, Teresa having stood up and was putting her thong on when a black guy walked up. "Too late for the fun?" he asked. Now Teresa had told me of her fantasy of ding a black guy but since she had grown up in the South and lived in a small town she had always kept it to herself. It was after I got her tippsy one night and got her to tell me all her deep dark lustful thoughts that she admitted wanting a black guy all the way through high school and even till now. Well, he stood there about 5 feet away and Teresa stopped in her dressing. She dropped the tank top and got back on her knees on the blanket. She reached out her hands and he stepped forward. Teresa unzipped his pants and his boxers were tenting with what promised to be the biggest cock of the night. She pulled them down and he stepped out of them, kisking them to the side. Teresa took his huge cock in both hands and began massaging it slowling making pre cum leak out. She took her tongue and licked it off the head of his cock. "Oh, that is good" she moaned. Then slowly she began working it into her mouth down her throat. He moved his hips slowly letting her take it as she could until it was all the way in. Later she found it was 10 inches long. She reached around his hips and began pulling his cock into her throat each time deeper until it all disappeared. She picked up the pace as her pussy began to spasim again, cumming on the blanket and again she kept going. The black guy moved his hips as she wanted them to move and finally he bagan to moan loud. His cum was rising slowly. Teresa aagain soaked the blanket and finally he buried his cock deep in her throat and filled her throat with his hot load. Her hips jerked with her own orgasm and he filled her till it leaked out of her mouth. She lieked her lips and laid back on the blanket and spread legs. "Fuck me now, please fuck me." He dropped to his knees between her legs and slipped into her pussy, his cock not all the way hard but close. He began moving in and out teasing her pussy with his rod. She was moaning louder and louder until his rythum was building and she was moaning and saying, "Oh yes, fuck me, fuck me hard and deep, of yes, this is it..." She wrapped her legs around his hips and pulledd him into her all the way, squirting her liquids around his still hard cock. She almost collapsed and he held her legs apart pumping into her pussy, finally he moaned loud and filled her pussy, her also having another orgasm. He laid on her for a moment and then pulled his half hard cock out of her making a sloppy sound. She laid there massaging her titties. He told her to turn over and she did, "Oh yes, fuck my pussy from behind>" He smiled which she did not see and I knew he had other plans. He rubbed his cock along her slit and got it hard again and then rubbing it along her slit he pushed it into her ass, she gave out a yell, for until now she had only had a finger there and never had a cock, especially one this size. "oh, oh not there, it is ripping me apart." He slapped her ass hard, "Take it lady, you will adjust, just relax." "Oh no, it hurts, it, oh oh..." her voice faded to be replaced by moans. Now he drove into her ass slowly and steady. "See, told yu it would be good" he said. She was now moving against his cock as he pushed into her. This went on a least a half hour if not more. Her pussy kept squirting and squirting. Finally he tensed up and filled her ass with his cum making her cum also. He slipped out and stood up, dressing. The few men that were there put away their cocks and thanked her for the sucking and the show. She moaned and rolled off her back. Her legs stiff. "That has been the hottest time ever yo have given me" she said as she hugged and kissed me. She looked into my eyes, "Steve, do yu still love me?" "Yes dear" I told her. "Please, if yu still love me then fuck me too." My cock had been rock hard for the longest time and I gladly dropped between her legs and slipped in. It did not take long before I filler her with my cum. She held me tight and kissed me. "Oh yu do still love me" she moaned. Finally we got up and dressed and left. This is one adventure. If yu like it I will type more. Teresa and I are still seeing each other and she wanted to type these out so here they are folks. What do ya think?

A Little Taste

Fire Kit on Erotic Poems

Dancing, grinding, swaying hips...

Bodies touching, sex in clothes, tempertures rising...

Dancing fast, hard and true, have to make him mine, make him want me and only me...

Make him forget everyone else, including his girl...

Hip to hip, legs intertwined, eyes meet...

He's mine.

He wants me, he

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needs me, he desires all of me...

Song ends, he pulls me close, closer still...

Is it a kiss he wants, a kiss he think he needs?

But I pull back, walk away backwards, shaking my head and waving goodbye.

Blow him a kiss and turn on a heel.

Back to my table and to smile for real...

Thinking of home where my man is waiting to show me who's boss. 

The Lesson

Michael101662 on Erotic Poems


 She comes out of the dark Â
Her smile warm and bright Â
on a journey we do embark Â
as She leads me into the light Â
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Her smile is warm and kind Â
Her eyes twinkle with a spark Â
as She takes hold of my mind Â
and warmly melts my heart Â
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we walk along the shore Â
She whispers in my ear Â
offering me so much more Â
then She pulls me near Â
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"There is nothing to fear Â
I have so much to teach you Â
so follow me, my dear Â
first times are always new" Â
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She leads me to a place Â
and She opens the door Â
windows a

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dorned with lace Â
the same color She wore Â
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She takes me to a room Â
candles placed all around Â
there was no sense of doom Â
only happiness was found Â
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She places me on a bed Â
my limbs are gently bound Â
my gentle laces of red Â
i do not make a sound Â
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She says i am safe Â
and She will do no harm Â
in Her, i have faith Â
and feel no alarm Â
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"There are some things Â
that You should learn Â
when your heart sings Â
My love you shall earn" Â
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She blows out each candle Â
and leaves me in the dark Â
"I hope You can handle Â
being alone when i depart" Â
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"I shall not be far away Â
but this is your first test Â
all I have to say Â
is it's for the best" Â
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as i lie bound and alone Â
i face my deepest fears Â
a chill fills my bones Â
and i burst out in tears Â
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off to my right Â
i hear a stirring Â
She emerges into sight Â
then my heart does sing Â
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"I am here little one Â
I have not abandoned you. Â
your test is done Â
and I love you, too."


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You Can't Handle Me

Blackroses on Erotic Poems

You Can't Handle Me

The room is dimly lit, and there is no one there, but us

So we head to the bed on our path down lust

but trust, this is just more than the physical

This is more than sexual and it's reaching past sensual

We're coming to the sheets which is all draped in petals

I'm kicking off my shoes and you're tossing your stilettos

I'm on top now gazing at your amazing figure

You've taken me, making me wanna spend the night with ya

your shapely body got me thinking God is smiling on me

I swear I saw the white light shining from abov
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e

but just before it happened she said "No glove, no love"

I smile cuz she's right, I ain't trying to be wild

I ain't trying to wake up with a disease or a child

While I'm up, I might as well cut on a CD

Something smooth like Soul music or some R&B      

So now we're all ready, I say "Girl you're in for a treat"

She say "Boy please, you know you can't handle me"

I had to let him know who he was dealing with at the beginning of our doings

Then he picked up the glove, looked at me lecherously, and asked, "Girl who are you fooling?"

That remark sent chills down my spine, but what made it even worse

Is through all the confidence I talk this experience is my first

I laid against the bed and the fear, I can't let him see

I have to make him think, make him believe that he really can't handle me

He threw the protection to the side, and began to remove his shirt

I wanted things to speed up, so I touched him, I had to flirt

He grabbed each wrist and pinned me down letting me know he was dominating

He left me clueless as to what he was going to do, but curiosity he was generously donating

He removed my shirt, then my bra leaving me toplessly exposed

Still staring at me with lustful eyes, he eradicated his clothes

He moved on top of me again, pinning me in the same position as before

He started working on my lips, my neck, my ears, not teasing more like a lure

I started squirming as he slowly traveled down my neck

And found he drove me madly crazy as he settled on my chest

He did this for a while...well until he felt his manly task was done

I tell you the tongue work on this boy takes the very air from my lungs

Now he continued to move downward starting his invigorous attack

Then he lifted his head up, grinned at me, and said "Baby, I'll be back."

She pulled me up, and said "You're not going anywhere"

She was on top now giving me a lusty stare

She sucked on my ear, cuz she knows that I like that

Almost bringing me to a tear, but I had to fight back

I saw her calm demeanor, it was enticing, but a lie

I knew this was something that she had never even tried

I seductively kissed her, and kept her in my grip

The kissing became intense, and she bit down on my lip

We got under the sheets and her warm body caressed mine

bronze body against pearl body, beautifully entwined

Without hesitation, I entered slowly into her center

Her head flew back, she began to tremble and whimper

I held her closely, I moved slowly and took careful measures

She grabbed me closer, her eyes bulging with incredible pleasure

Her breath growing heavier, and it's getting harder to catch

My back growing heavier with every deep scratch

A tear fills her eye as she lets the words come forth, "I Love You"

I pause in my stroke to answer her back "I Love You Too"

This pressure, this pain, this pleasure...I never felt before

Now I know what the intense wait was actually for

He must've knew it was my first, because he started out real slowly

Then he picked up the speed, I thought nothing was gonna hold me

"What's my name?" he asked as I continuously tore up his back

I screamed it out and that's when I heard, "I knew you couldn't last."

This felt way too good, but those words rang in my head

He thought he had me until I unexpectedly flipped him on the bed

And of course he fought back, but I was on a mission

I wasn't going to stop...well not until I was finished

I started on his ear just because I knew it drove him crazy

I needed to watch him struggle and tease him just like he had made me

At the same time, his manhood was still ready so I let him enter me

I wanted to run him to the edge by playing with him so I began slowly

I had his hands placed over his head and I drastically picked up the pace

I knew he couldn't take it because it was written all over his face

I rode him to maximum speed giving him absolutely no choice

But to scream how he felt and letting the neighbors hear his voice

I slowed up and kissed him cause I knew this was about to end

He knew what I knew so I just stared at him and grinned

I rolled over next to him and he stared back at me with eyes wide as can be

I got close, and cuddled with him, but stated, "I knew you couldn't handle me."




Watching Jill

pecanpie on Voyeur Stories

I had never really thought of myself as a voyeur, but what happened one day last summer changed all that.

My wife's younger sister, Jill and her husband Graham were due to move to London, but they agreed that moving with the kids mid term would be inconvenient, so Graham moved down south to the new place and with their house in Nottingham already sold, Jill moved in with us as a temporary measure.

Our social lives both revolve around the local football club Graham and I play for and as we all go out together as a group,he knew Jill wouldn't be short of company and would be well looked after. And so she was - but not in the way he imagined !

i was quite happy with the arrangement as it was only for a few weeks and besides, whilst Jill has always been a bit snooty, sh

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e has a fantastic body and seeing her skipping around our place in her dressing gown, or if i was very lucky, her underwear, was a huge thrill.

I work irregular shifts as a driver and managed to finish early one Friday lunchtime. Fancying a couple of hours kip before the kids got home, I was a bit surprised to see Jill's car already parked outside as she was meant to be at work.

Thinking she may be ill, I let myself in quietly, and as I went in I could hear sounds coming from conservatory at the back of the house. It was obvious from the giggles and gasps that Jill was engaged in some heavy petting - the randy little bitch!

So with a mixture of eager anticipation and pure lust, I crept upstairs to my bedroom which overlooks the conservatory.Although the curtains were drawn, I knew that by pulling up a chair to the window, I would be able to spy through the gap at the goings on below.

The sight that met my eyes was incredible. Jill was stark naked   apart from her Jimmy Choo stilettoes and her Gucci watch (always such a classy bitch!) and was in the process of undressing Carl, one of the younger lads from the football team. Now I knew that Jill, like most of the women i knew fancied Carl, and that she'd probably heard the stories that abound at the club of his way with women and the size of his equipment. Even slack in the club showers, his penis hangs impressively halfway down his thigh and a couple of the barmaids at the club he has slept with have often enthused about his tackle and his prowess in the sack. And here was my normally demure sister in law about to discover it for herself!

I'd have to grudgingly admit he is a handsome devil and Jill clearly thought so as she kissed his bare chest tracing a line across his navel as he stood in just his boxer shorts.I was breathless with excitement as she was telling him how she had fancied him she first laid eyes on him and how she was longing to suck on his prick. I had never seen Jill like this before - so openly craving attention from a man and literally begging to be fucked.Then slowly, she peeled his boxers down, which made us both gasp in wonder. The cock that I had seen flaccid so often in the showers was now marvellously erect, - I had never witnessed anything remotely like it and judging by the look of rapture on Jill's face, neither had she. She managed an "oh my God you're huge" before taking the end between her lips and slurping greedily on it like a child on a popsicle.Meanwhile, she ran her long manicured fingers along his swollen ball sack which made Carl groan with pleasure as her other hand worked his gigantic cock. I had never seen anything as  sexy and was on the verge of coming already. Carl, however, was in full control of the situation pulling Jill towards him as he began to expertly fuck her mouth with deep, languid strokes.

Suddenly she pulled away and was begging him to put his dick inside her. He needed no further prompting as he made her bend over the cane sofa as he slowly entered her from behind. I watched in awe as he reached round to diddle her clit which sent her into an orgasmic frenzy - her legs were buckling as she screamed under the intensity of the sensations she was experiencing. What an incredible sight, my wife's sexy posh sister being boned by the local stud. Having already brought Jill to orgasm, he then reached round to cup those gorgeous dangling boobs that I had fantasised over for years whilst he slowed down so that Jill could feel every inch of his mighty tool as it thrust in and out.

i envied the effect Carl was having on Jill - to be able to reduce my normally composed sister in law to a sex crazed wildcat was nothing short of incredible. Jill climbed astride him rocking her hips on his as she cried out - "fuck me harder you bastard you make me come again" and at this, Carl speeded up, thrusting mercilessly and pulling hard on Jill's pony tail until she started to shout out "uh uh fuck me hard you sexy fucker " as she begged him to fill her cunt with his hot cum. That was too much for me too as I came watching this stud fill Jill to the hilt and reduce her to the status of a sex crazed whore.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Carl gasped that he couldn't hold on any longer.This sent Jill into an absolute frenzy as she thrashed around, writhing on his massive penis as she sought to milk every last drop of his hot semen into her greedy cunt.

He came with a primeval groan, his body shaking with spasm after spasm as he shot his spunk inside her. not that Jill seemed to notice; she was too lost in her own orgasm howling obscenities as she came repeatedly. They both collapsed on the floor, satisfied and thoroughly spent.

As for me, i never told my wife, Jill or Carl what i had witnessed that summer afternoon, but now when the barmaids tease the rest of us players about Carl's magnificent weapon and endless stamina, I know exactly what they mean.

Candace Part 3

buzltyr on Voyeur Stories

If you haven't already please read part 1 & 2

As Candace lay there her hand stroking my now flaccid cock I felt a pang of guilt. That however was abated as she whispered in my ear “I liked doing that, Daddy, I’m just sorry I didn’t swallow your cum.”

“Honey, the first time is always the hardest when you don’t know what to expect. It’s really OK.” I tried my best to comfort her.

As I lay there content from the orgasm Candace produced with her sweet hot mouth I reached down and rubbed her bare skin. This produced a contented purr from Candace.

I considered if it was appropriate to lay here rubbing her back and her lightly stroking my cock. I decided neither was in a hurry to move and as I continued to str

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oke her I noticed her breathing become shallow. She’s fallen asleep, I thought.

I had to pee so I untangled myself and went in to the bathroom. Standing there urinating I pondered again the earlier blow job and was surprised that I was again getting hard. I never was quick to recover but then I never had the opportunity to receive oral sex from someone so young; and my daughter to boot!

When I was finished peeing I returned to the bedroom and watched Candace lying there sleeping. Mesmerized by her beauty I couldn’t help but to feel I had somehow taken advantage of her. But she had been a willing participant so I shook the feeling and sat on the edge of the bed.

Laying my hand on Candace’s hip as she laid facing away from me I reveled in the soft skin that was my daughter. I gently stroked her smooth skin and felt goose bumps pop up. She shifted slightly probably because I was tickling her. She sighed softly and stretched her legs. I caught a brief glimpse of her coral colored pussy lips as they were peeking out from her thin thighs.

I slipped my hand down from her hip to her ass crack and using my middle finger I gently lay a trail from the top of her butt to the moist warmth of her vagina. She moaned in her sleep like she was having an erotic dream. Her hips undulated slightly like she was looking for something.

I was not ready to give her what she was looking for; I was going to tease her more as she slept. I never knew if she was a light sleeper but that was not going to stop me from teasing her.

I then wiggled the tip of my finger into her cavern and rotated it around two or three times. She unconsciously pushed back against my finger trying without really knowing what she was doing to bury it deep inside her. I did not want to go any deeper so I removed my finger and flicked her swollen button. Her hips jerked a little more and her moan was much louder now.

As I tweaked her clit again her legs spread further giving me easier access to her moist slit.

I figured that would wake her up but she just moaned again and spread her legs slightly giving me permission in her subconscious to play with her more. I noticed the petals of her pussy were moistening and her breathing getting heavier.

I decided to throw caution to the wind and with my thumb first finger I spread her dewy lips and buried my last three fingers in. I felt her cervix and I was not surprised at the missing hymen as she was athletic and was sure it had been ruptured from one her sports moments.

I was not disappointed because I was sure she was still technically a virgin. From hearing her earlier talking to her friend Karen about boys she had confessed to not having been intimate before. That was an advantage for me because I would not cause her any pain when I buried my cock in that unused territory. 

The whole time I had these thoughts I had been fingering my daughter. I noticed her hips were keeping time with my fingers and her pussy was again dripping. I could smell her excitement and I realized I was again hard as a rock!

I reached down with my other hand and spread the cheeks of her ass and peered at the little brown hole. I stuck my middle finger in my mouth for lubrication and forced in her chute to the first knuckle.

She certainly was awake now as I heard. “Ohh Daddy that hurts, please take your finger out.”

As she said this though she backed her ass up more and my finger was then buried all the way in! She then pushed forward and down to where my fingers were also deep in her pussy. She got a rhythm going and I soon did nothing but let her fuck my fingers. Her pussy was overflowing and lubricating the finger in her ass so I decided another finger was in order.

“Nooo, Daddy please no more, my butt is hurting so bad.”

I tried to remove my fingers but she grabbed my wrist and would not let me. I knew then she was a little afraid and ashamed that her ass could be an erogenous zone but she wanted to be fingered there so I capitulated.

She was rapidly approaching her climax and I wanted her to explode with the hardest orgasm in her life. I finger fucked her faster and leaned over and captured her nipple in my lips and sucked hard. She was now all over the bed her hips flailing and her ass moving up and down in a fucking motion.

“Please Daddy, you have to fuck me.” Her voice barely audible I was not sure I heard her right.

But she moaned it out again and it was then I decided I was not going to pass up her invitation. I pulled my fingers from her orifices and grabbed her hips. In a matter of moments she was on her hands and knees before me. Her wet lips and the tiny star of her anus were begging for attention.

I scooted closer until the tip of my cock bumped the inside of her leg. She reached between her legs grabbed my hard-on and lined it up with her pussy. She stroked it a couple of times up and down her dripping slit for lubrication. She also rubbed her love button several times before pausing at the entrance to her canal.

She was wet enough from our earlier foreplay that the mushroom shaped head slipped easily in her moist cavern. I felt the heat radiating from inside. I had to concentrate from blowing my load in her before I go to feel her tight depth.

Her voice hoarse and barely a whisper as I pushed a little harder, “God Daddy, you feel so big. I don’t know if I can take your entire dick.”

I was pushing into her slowly not because I have an enormous cock; it was because she was so incredibly tight. And hot. And wet. I grabbed Candace by the hips and shoved her back against me until I was buried fully in her. I felt like I bumped her cervix deep inside.

“Oh, oh,” she repeated, “your so deep, Daddy. It hurts but it feels good too. Are you going to fuck me now?”

My throat was dry, my lips parched but I managed to squeak, “Yes, honey Daddy is going to fuck you good now.”

I withdrew until the head was barely inside before I plunged head long back into her. I heard the whoosh sound as her breath was almost taken away as my strokes were now faster. I latched harder to her hips. I pushed her away until I was almost falling out and pushed her back into me on the in stroke. My balls were beating against her button and she was babbling incoherently

I fucked faster as my climax was building when I felt her reach back between her legs and diddle her clit. She would rapidly rub herself when I pulled back and she would reach back farther and caress my hanging testicles when I stroked back in.

I leaned over her back until my weight caused her to be pinned face down on the bed. I pulled both her legs together and lay down on top of her. My legs were pinned close to her legs on both sides and I squeezed together until I had her immobilized. Her head was to the side so she could breath but my weight was making it difficult.

She didn’t complain she just lay there with her arms pinned against her sides and took what I gave her. This was a hard fast pistoning of my hips. I was fucking her for all I was worth and she took it. Although she was crying I knew it wasn’t from pain but for the sheer pleasure of being fucked for the first time.

“I’m going to cum, baby. You are so fucking hot.”

She cried louder, “Yes Daddy cum in me. Shoot you sperm in me. It feels so good. I’m close too, Daddy.”

I knew I shouldn’t cum in her. I didn’t think she was protected but God I wasn’t thinking with the right head. I fucked her more aggressively not knowing if she would cum with me. All I could think of was shooting wads of cum deep in her as I slammed deeper and deeper.

“Daddy, please put your finger in my ass,” she screamed. “I am going to cum all over your hard cock!”

I rose up enough and licked my finger searching for the tight pucker of her asshole. Finding it I plunged it deep within her bowels. I fingered her ass as she exploded.

I felt her inner depths tightening and she cried, “Oh yes…yes I’m cumming and it’s so good.”

I was there also. My balls drew up in the sack and belched out a long string of semen deep inside her pussy. I felt her juices bathe my cock as I shot volley upon volley of man butter. I pulled my finger from her tight ass and collapsed onto Candace’s back.

It was a minute or two before I realized I was crushing my daughter and I rose up on my hands and kissed the back of her neck. She whimpered lightly. I withdrew from her causing a sucking sound as my penis dropped out.

She turned on her side away from me and I spooned up to her backside. I lovingly stroked her hair and planted little kisses on her neck.

She sighed and spoke first. “Thank you Daddy. That was the greatest thing to happen to me.”

“No, baby it is I that should thank you.”

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I Sripped Julie on an Amtrak Train

Anonymous 101 on Voyeur Stories

This is a true story about exposing my modest but lovely wife to strangers, in a public humiliation she was helpless to prevent.  It’s something she would never agree to, so arranging it took some doing.  Since what I am writing really happened, and I am paranoid that some acquaintance may put two and two together and figure out who we are, I will call my wife Julie though that isn't her real name. And if you are wondering why I am going to such trouble to describe many minor details in writing, I am doing it for myself, so months and years from now I can reread this and fully experie

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nce the thrills I felt at the time.

One thing I discovered about my wife, which I now use to my advantage, is that every once in a while she likes to play "dress up". You see in every day life we are fairly casual people. We tend not to spend much money on clothing, or on going to fancy events, since we would rather spend it on travel, which we both enjoy.  Both Julie and I are middle aged. We met in our late 20's but had similar experiences growing up. When we were teens virtually everything formal was looked down on by our circles of friends. Call it a lingering 60's influence I suppose. Anyway, Julie skipped her Senior Prom and never dressed glamorously to go out on dates. I found out several years ago, however, while shopping at thrift stores together (we love finding interesting or off beat bargains) that my wife has a real eye for well made, well designed, "fancy clothes". Julie rarely bought them because they didn't fit well into our lifestyle, and she hesitated to buy clothes that would seldom get worn.

The great thing about thrift stores though is that most everything is inexpensive, so it opens up doors for experimentation. I saw Julie pick out some real classy clothes sometimes, though she almost always put them back, and they included some items I was surprised she even considered, because they weren't nearly as conservative as what she normally wore. I was slow to pick up on it at first, but boy lights started going on for me when I realized what was happening.

This was the road not taken, a side to Julie she never got to explore, though like every woman in America, those classic feminine images were always all around and affecting her. Though a few years past 40 now, Julie is a very attractive woman, 5' 7" with shoulder length brown hair and a trim, killer figure. Her 36C's are my heart's desire. OK, maybe they once hung a tad higher, but her breasts remain lush and nicely perched. No one would ever say that Julie's tits sagged, they are soft and full and virtually beg for fondling. And in the right clothes they become irresistible eye magnets. The trick is getting Julie into them.

I started paying closer attention to what Julie was drawn to, and learned to use that information toward my own end, which if you haven't already figured it out, is to expose my wife as much as possible in public. I found that there are certain colors and fabrics that Julie almost can't resist, lavender and silk are two examples. If clothes have some special touch, an interesting cut, quality tailoring, or just an expressive feminine look that catches her eye, Julie always finds them tempting.

Women always seem to have more to look at in stores than guys do, so when I got bored in a thrift store I began looking for things my wife might like. But mostly I looked for things I would like to see my wife wearing, and that usually meant the most revealing clothing I had the slightest chance of convincing Julie to leave our house in. It was the start of a multi year project of mine to get my intrinsically shy wife to wear increasingly sexy clothing.

That is a full story in itself which I won't go into now except to make two points that relate to the incident I am about to describe. The first is that a long build up preceded talking Julie into the dress she had on during the night in question. The second ties back to travel. We live within commuting distance to
Manhattan but we moved here fairly recently from another state, and New York is still new to Julie. To my wife Manhattan is almost as exotic as London or Paris. To make a very long story short, we have slowly evolved an arrangement. I encourage Julie to buy quality "provocative" clothes in Thrift Stores (quality is the key, Julie balks at anything she thinks looks "trashy") by arguing that, since they are so cheap, it's OK if she never finds a situation suitable for wearing them. That of course is the critical first step, getting revealing clothes out of the store and into Julie's closet. Silk is great because it is so often sheer, and anything that shows a lot of cleavage is on my short list also.

Then I dangle
Manhattan in front of her, or more to the point, I wait for her to mention it to me. It's enough of a trip for us that it really is too time consuming to spend an evening there without spending a night in a hotel, and Manhattan hotels aren't cheap. So I usually counter by suggesting that we go out somewhere local, but I let my wife know that if she would be willing to wear such and such outfit that I never get to see her in, I would break down and do Manhattan with her. It is the perfect storm for talking my wife into doing something she ordinarily would never dream of.

Julie loves the excitement of going into the city but she can see how it is impractical for us, in time, money, and hours spent away from my business, to do so with any frequency. And my wife very much does want to please me, so if there is something she can do to get me excited about travailing to
Manhattan also, that lifts the burden of guilt off her for suggesting it. Plus Julie honestly likes the clothes we bring home from thrift stores, she's just embarrassed about actually wearing them. But since I now know about the part of Julie that likes dressing up, that is what I feed on. That and the anonymity of the big city where no one will know us and anything goes. As a result I have gotten Julie into Manhattan wearing clothing that she truly is uncomfortable being seen in, but that look classy enough on her that she doesn't feel like a total tramp while wearing them.

Julie rationalizes that since some cosmopolitan women dress that way in Manhattan, there is nothing "wrong" about her doing it, and my wife always gets caught up in the excitement of being there. That thrill works enough of the time for her to overcome the haunting feeling that she's terribly exposed, while I live for the moments when Julie becomes a public target for male sexual energy. I spend a lot of time and money waiting for those moments, and Julie is mortified when they actually happen, but given enough time her desire to go back to
Manhattan gets the best of her, and we repeat the experience. And each time that we do I am usually able to talk her into wearing something just a touch more sheer or revealing, as Julie is very slowly acclimating to the experience.

I have to admit that there is something perversely erotic about slowly guiding my reserved and inhibited wife into accepting ever more brazen public displays of her luscious boobs to total strangers. The fact that Julie is obviously conflicted and reluctant just heightens the challenge and thrill for me in showing her off. Julies moist pussy remains off limits, because any hint of revealing that seems totally slutty to her, though lately some skirt slits have begun a climb up Julie's thighs.

OK, that pretty much takes us up to the present and the moment of perhaps my greatest triumphs in a continuing quest to expose my essentially modest wife's sweet body in public. My wife is a Democrat. You might wonder why I mention that but it very much plays into this story. Julie was very unhappy when George Bush won reelection and the fact he was going to be inaugurated again depressed her. She thought Kerry would win and was expecting to attend some celebration parties with friends. That never happened of course.

While on line Julie read something about a group of protesters who were organizing a Counter "Ball" for Inauguration Day at a DC nightclub. The idea was creative, everyone would dress up pretending to be very wealthy people to celebrate four more years of greed running rampant in
America. In other words it was a political costume party, a satirical slam against Bush's richest backers, and everyone was expected to dress up for the part. Yup, evening gowns and Tuxes. Julie mentioned it to me in passing but I doubt she expected I would agree to take her. I sensed how much my wife wanted to go. I knew she thought it sounded like fun but mostly it would be a way for Julie to counteract some of her depression about Bush winning. So I surprised her by saying I might consider it, but it depended on finding her the right dress to wear.

I was honest with Julie, driving down to D.C. for a Party sounded like a crazy idea to me. It was winter, roads could be covered by snow, lots of streets in
Washington would be blocked off for security on Inauguration Day. It would be a mess. Travel expenses and a hotel would add up to a lot of money, not to mention all the time and aggravation we would spend getting there and back. That was a lot to go through for a party, but I had a proposal that I thought might be workable.

I suggested we take Amtrak down from
New York to D.C. on the day of the Party. There was a return train back to New York leaving from Washington at We could stay late at the Night Club, then take that one home. The money saved by not getting a hotel for the night, plus the money not spent on car expenses would cover both our train tickets, and I wouldn't have to make that grueling round trip drive. Plus we both liked riding trains and that part could be fun. But no matter how you sliced it, it would mean a lot of time and money spent on going to a Party, which brought me back to Julie's dress.

I said I wanted to see her dress like a Hollywood Star, in an elegant but daring gown. I stressed we would be at a costume Ball, and playing the part of rich people, not ourselves. We really should act decadent, when would we ever get another chance to do so? I thought the payoff of the trip was a big enough lure that Julie might go along with it, and I was right. That is she at least agreed that we should go out looking for dresses. Julie knew it would take a daring one to get me to sign off on this plan, since she knew our game well enough by now. My motivation was to push her limits to have her look provocative.

Well the local thrift stores were a bust so I agreed we could dash into
Manhattan for a day to hit up some sophisticated ones. We found a few gowns that made Julie look sexy, but I wanted something over the top, so I was holding out. On the 5th store we scored, and I have to admit I lucked out, because what we found was really elegant, and that went a long ways toward helping Julie feel comfortable with the choice.

It was a strapless black velvet evening gown that was very low cut, with a slight heart shaped dip at the center allowing a V shaped plunge between the breasts showing lots of cleavage. The back was cut low also but straight across. The front was reinforced from below the breasts, which stiffened the fabric as it curved first up, then gently around, and finally slightly away from Julie's breasts while she wore it. That uplift, along with elastic in the fabric at the side of the dress, held the top safely up, though it looked like it could fall down any second because the fabric didn't hug Julie's breasts at the front where it minimally covered her. If you stood next to or behind my wife and looked down at her chest it was easy to follow the slope of Julie's breasts curving down underneath the velvet. I don't know if Julie realized that part. I suspect the tops of my wife's nipples were exposed from that angle but the fabric overhang left a shadow over that part of her breasts making it near impossible to be sure without a flashlight.

It didn't matter, my wife looked half naked while wearing that gown, and the black velvet contrast made her pale breasts look absolutely edible. I should also mention that the skirt of the dress had a wrap around quality that caused an elegant diagonal draping of fabric when standing, but which opened to a mid thigh split while sitting if care wasn't taken to keep it properly closed. Julie didn't figure that part out until later. My wife looked stunning in that gown and she knew it. Julie didn't look cheap, she didn't look slutty, she simply looked stunning. For $55 bucks on sale, we had the perfect gown. And Julie started calling it the Prom dress she never got to wear.

When all was said and done though this trip was costing me a fortune, because to get and stay in the right frame of mind, my wife wanted all the right accessories. New dress shoes, elbow length gloves, rhinestone necklace, a useless purse, you name it. Whatever it took to help Julie feel comfortable in her role, we assembled the pieces to her costume, while I rounded up a Tux that would fit me. And all the while I silently vowed I would get my monies worth out all of this.

At first Julie wanted to buy a bustier, which made me nervous because I wanted her naked under her gown. I stressed how good she looked without one, which was true, and said we shouldn't blow more money on another piece of clothing that Julie might never wear again, all the while hoping that my intentions weren't becoming too obvious. I couldn't stop her from shopping though and she found a black long line bra on sale that seemed like it might work, so I just bit my tongue. It didn't give her quite the added uplift she expected though and it felt just a tad uncomfortable on her, which gave me the opening I needed.

You see part of the deal was we would wear our costumes on Amtrak. We really had nowhere to go to change once we made it to D.C., and I didn't want to lug around a garment bag for my Tux in any case. Since we had ridden Amtrak into
Manhattan before, we knew they kept the trains warm, and Julie had a black velvet Bolero shoulder shrug that offered her a touch of modesty and warmth for the train ride. I said for the money we were spending I really want to see her in that dress all day, and Julie agreed to go along with it. Since that bra Julie bought made her gown fit a little snug, and since she was going to be wearing that gown for 24 hours from start to finish, she agreed to go without the bra.

So the day came and off we went on our adventure. Just like I thought, the Amtrak cars were well heated so Julie was able to take off her coat though she kept the bolero on. That did nothing to hide her cleavage, but it muted the effect of Julie's upper body being totally exposed. Still I wasn't complaining, Julie still looked damned hot, and for about an hour she humored me and took off the bolero too, which had me in 7th heaven. Julie was sitting in the aisle seat to keep away from window drafts so I had a pretty good idea what our fellow passengers were getting to look at when they walked past us down the aisle.

Once we got to D.C. the actual event was a lot of fun for both of us, but mostly otherwise uneventful. There were many wild outfits being worn but Julie's was definitely one of the hottest. The place was a little chilly though, so Julie kept her bolero on much of the time, and it was also dark and crowded. For most of the night we ended up standing on a balcony above the main dance floor, which limited the number of men who could see down Julie's gown. Limited but not eliminated, I should add. When I asked Julie later if anything made her uncomfortable while we were in the club she said there were a few times when she felt nervous, wondering if a man was standing near or talking to us just so he could look down her dress. I laughed and said probably, after all you look gorgeous, but as long as he didn't do anything rude there's no harm done, it's just part of the game.

The party wound down and we left to catch our train on time. While we were waiting for it to load we saw several other couples decked out in formal attire also, but we suspected they, unlike us, had attended one of the official Inaugural Balls. Once seated we found the train again well heated, and I was pleased to see, well lighted also. Julie settled into the aisle seat once again. My wife was on a medication that makes her drowsy, which she put off taking until we left the Ball. That, the late hour, and all the accumulated commotion, made Julie pretty tired, and it wasn't long before she drifted off to sleep snuggled against my left side. Julie had her coat off but her bolero was still draped around her shoulders.

While I was generally pleased with the way the day had gone, part of me was still a little disappointed. I thought it would be warmer inside the club so Julie could discard her bolero at coat check. I thought we would be mingling much more allowing many more men to ogle Julie. I was hoping it wouldn't be quite so damn dark inside, and so on. I guess I was also just sorry to see this special day of showing off Julie coming to an end. So I decided to push the limits further while I still had a chance.

I leaned my own head into Julie's shoulder and moved my right arm until my hand was holding her right arm near her elbow. Snuggled up against her like that I pretended to go to sleep, with my eyes kept open a slit to see if anyone was watching us. Since no one was sitting opposite us the only time anyone could see what I was up to was if they walked down the aisle. And what I was up to was shifting my right hand slightly so that I could hook a finger into the side of Julies dress at the skin line, while applying pressure down.

I noticed the way Julie's bolero draped her shoulders obscured my view of the progress I was making as I feverishly worked to expose my wife. Being careful not to be noticed, I pulled her bolero open first at my side, and then reached across Julie's chest to flick the fabric off her left breast. Her bolero was still on, but now it lay wide open leaving my wife more vividly revealed. While doing this I noticed that the fold on Julie's skirt had opened, exposing some of her thigh, so I pulled that cloth further aside also, leaving a broad V shaped expanse of Julie's flesh uncovered, pointing directly to her crotch.

Now I returned my right hand to Julie's right side, and resumed tugging down on her dress. Occasionally I froze when someone walked by us down the aisle, pretending to be fast asleep. I am sure at least one man made a return round trip by us. But Julie's dress was well tailored, and difficult to lower, at least while she was seated. I thought  I wasn't making that much progress until I made a startling observation. It wasn't so much that Julie's gown was slipping down, it was actually slipping sideways, from left to right, and the cleavage revealing V cut at the center of the bodice, meant to line up directly between her breasts, was slowly migrating toward me across my wife's right breast.

When I realized this I was stunned, because, to be honest, I didn't really think I would get away with actually flashing Julie's nipples on Amtrak. The gown would have to fall down too far I thought, and I was afraid the result would look as intentional as it actually was.  That could have gotten us into trouble, which I worried about. This way though was different. Julie's evening gown was never meant to sleep in. Who could say that the slit up the front of her dress didn't innocently fall open? Who could say that her bolero hadn't innocently fallen open also? And who could say that Julie's strapless gown hadn’t innocently twisted to the side when she shifted in her sleep to make herself more comfortable?


Armed with this insight I kept tugging at Julie's gown while she slept dead to the world, and watched more of her right breast spring into view. To be honest, from the angle my head was resting, I couldn't fully appreciate the effect all this was having on Julie's left breast. I knew the lower cut at the side of her gown was sliding over revealing more of it, I just couldn't tell how much. But the liberating effect on my wife's right breast was stark and unmistakable, more and more of her pale flesh emerged into the light until suddenly the pink glow surrounding Julie's nipple slid out from under the black velvet of her gown.

In a daze I kept pulling until almost half of my wife’s right nipple was out from beneath the dress. The way the fabric now stretched pinched tightly into Julie’s tit, forcing the exposed part of her ripe bud to thrust upward from her breast, an erotic consequence of the gown still constraining the covered half. My heart was pounding so hard I was afraid it might wake Julie.

Without moving my head I carefully opened my eyes more than the squint I had frozen them at. Right there next to me was the most erotic sight I had ever seen. Here on an Amtrak train lay my usually modest wife, sprawled out sleeping on an aisle seat under bright lights, in her low cut strapless black velvet gown, precariously now clinging scandalously low.  The pitch black contrast of Julie's strategically arranged gown framed her exposed white body and made my wife look almost more naked than if she had been nude. The slit of Julie's skirt was pulled wide open exposing much of her thighs, more than enough to incite any mans imagination. Her bolero was flipped off her chest leaving virtually all of her barely clad breasts brazenly visible, but the crowning glory was my wife's right nipple, oozing out from beneath black velvet, clear as day.

I couldn't believe this was really happening but I thought I would get away with it. I was wearing a full Tux, Julie was in an evening gown. We were obviously respectable people who had come down for Bush's inauguration and fallen asleep on the train going home. I left it with Julie's nipple only half exposed because I knew that would seem more believable than if I tried to pop most of her breast completely out of her dress. To be honest though, I think my wife looked more erotic this way, her modesty more subtly betrayed. Julie was a vision of innocence violated, sleeping peacefully, completely oblivious to her blatantly erotic public display.

About this time the train slowed down to make a stop in
Philadelphia (or a suburb, I can't remember) and I was a delirious near total nervous wreck. I knew we would get busted if anyone realized I was actually awake, so I kept my head snuggled against Julie in a natural sleeping position. Unfortunately that meant I couldn't see very much through the slit in my eye lids from that angle, but I was determined not to move a muscle. What I could see were people's legs when they moved down the aisle past us on the train, which happened several times as people rose to get off the train. I strained to hear any comments but my hearing isn't great anymore, my best ear was pressed against the seat, and there was back ground noise to filter out.

More people got on Amtrak in
Philadelphia than had just departed, and at least 7 or 8 people walked right past the seat Julie was sprawled across half naked. Again though, my impaired vision and hearing kept me from confirming anyone's obvious reactions to the spectacle of my wife lying exposed right there next to them. They had to see though. Everyone getting on a train looks at all the seats as they pass by, that's how you decide where to sit. And there was no missing Julie, with her lush 36C's swimming out of her low cut strapless black velvet gown, the skirt parted into a wide delta suggestively revealing most of my wife's shapely thighs.

So I was thrilled of course, but again with that nagging hint of frustration. The day still lacked a defining Voila! moment, when some stranger looked at my wife and totally lost it, when I knew he was viewing Julie as a sexual object with absolutely no pretense of hiding it. It was about this time that the conductor entered our car to collect fares from the new passengers who had just gotten on, as I could hear the familiar call, "Tickets please", approaching from the seats behind us.

The conductor was a large guy, probably in his 40's and handsome enough, with a short just starting to gray black beard. And he was sociable. When he collected our tickets in DC, he engaged us in some light conversation. I wasn't sure if he was checking Julie out then, but if he was he kept his composure. But that was before my wife fell asleep and I went to work on her gown. He hadn't returned since I transformed Julie's attire (or lack of it) from a formal example of elegant sensuality to a brazenly raw sexual display. This was the real test of my resolve to violate Julie's modesty in public. However friendly he might have been before, the conductor is the voice of authority on a train, and I knew as he moved slowly down the car he was certain to notice my wife half nude on the aisle where any passenger could find her.

Would he decide to wake us to cover Julie? My wife would absolutely freak to be found by a man that way and I shuddered to think of the wrenching scene that would follow. But knowing that this conductor, a man who 45 minutes earlier stood joking with my wife, would soon find her completely defenseless, laid out to please him like a mere gift wrapped sex toy, that excited me. This was invasive. It meant peeling away the last shred of Julie's privacy. Offering my exposed wife now to a man she had talked with earlier made Julie's public humiliation much more intimate, and the thought was too intoxicating to resist. It was the middle of the night and there were no kids on the car. I decided to roll the dice and leave Julie as she was, nearly stripped, fully lit, sleeping helpless in her seat.

Of course I was as nervous as I was excited. It reminded me of an Eagle's lyric; "This could be heaven or this could be Hell". I had my eyes almost completely shut now, and I could just see a sliver of the aisle through my eyelashes. Believe me, I was taking no chances that the conductor might figure out I was really awake. I saw his coat brush past our row as he stopped at the seat in front of us to ask some woman for her fare. Absolutely no reaction. Damn, Damn! How could he gaze at my wife's lewd display, and then just go about his business?

Then it happened. In mid sentence the conductor completely lost his train of thought, stuttered and went silent. Finally he laughed and managed an apology to the passenger, openly confessing that the sight of Julie’s body splayed out in the seat behind her had totally absorbed his attention. I couldn't catch all their words, but this lady clearly had noted Julie's compromised condition earlier, because she assured the conductor that his distraction was quite understandable. He followed up with a direct comment about Julie's state that I couldn't quite make out. All together they chatted for maybe a minute, though it definitely felt longer to me, engaged in small talk over my disrobed wife.  Finally the conductor resumed his journey down the aisle and it was over.

The rest of the trip is sort of a blur. I know I left Julie in that condition for some number of minutes more until she stirred slightly in her sleep. Afraid that she would open her eyes and notice her nudity, I flipped Julie's bolero back over the gown where her nipple was falling out. Then I quickly closed the gap in her skirt a little, though still leaving a lot of her thigh visible. We rode a while longer till I realized I was pretty tired also. It felt too risky to potentially nod off and lose all control of the situation, so I tugged Julie's gown up just enough to recover her nipple and left my wife sleeping that way, as the train stopped several more times before pulling into Penn Station, where she pulled herself together in a sleepy daze.

In hind sight I'm amazed that I pushed the envelope so far with Julie on the train that night. There was nothing subtle about the way I posed her. Her breasts were spilling right out of her dress under bright white lighting, her nipple popping out in very clear view. My wife had the look of a peeled banana, the last remnants of her black gown merely emphasizing Julie's nakedness and vulnerability to everyone who passed by her, bare inches from her velvet framed, inexcusably exposed, and luridly available body.

It was just like being a teen again, with my raging hormones overwhelming all rational thought. What made me believe I could strip my wife in public without getting busted? Yes I had some special circumstances going for me, but a number of passengers saw Julie and not one lifted a finger to help her. The conductor, the man who could have stopped it, instead gave his leering consent, permitting my wife's exposure without looking the other way. Him standing over Julie, chatting about her unfortunate indecency with another women, was the fitting culmination of my wife's humiliation.

So I've got to thank you Guy, because you really made my day, but I'm sure that Julie made yours also.

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Hello...this is mostly a true story. Just changed a bit to keep things safe. It started with lack of sex from my wife. I was too afraid to cheat so I would masturbate. I would spend sometimes days just pleasing myself. But, it got boreing. I used to lay in my bed and stare out the windows hoping to glance a sexy woman or girl as i stroked my eight incher. It's only slightly thinner then my rist. And bends just like a bannana. I have or had at the time a two story town house with loft overlooking the bedroom I spent most of my time in.There's a window to my left and two behind me on either side of the head board.

My wife , the cold fish she turned out to be, brought a computer. She said I should lea

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rn and become a better artist. I was totally intimitated by computers. So I began exploreing the computer. And discoverd the internet. Prodigy had come already installed so within a few minutes I was surfing. On the search pane I tried somthing. The word sex.

The table I have setup for the computer is an old art table of mine. I have it faceing the window. In the loft. It gives me an even better view of the neighborhood then my view from the bedroom. The window Is huge. A double window at least six feet accros. It really lights up the loft area. Makes me feel all creative.

Any way I started exploreing sex sites on the net. I found a site called amature sisters. WOW real looking naked fine ass black chicks. They were members displaying for menbers. But you had to join. However it was a free trial and I went to town. These real women not models were istant tun ons for me and well...since I was home alone as is usual...I reached down to my cock witch was already getting hard as I concentrated on the unkown woman's streatch marks. Causing me to think...Hell she could be living next door. The window sill is lower then my 'puter table. low enough I can put my feet up on it as I open my legs and le my cock free of my shorts. But siiting like this is very hard to do as the zipper to my shorts is cuting into the base of my shaft so I get up to take them off.

I have no kids at this time so I just strip. My wife will be away for hours as usual so hell I strip. Directly accrose from me lives a family with a teenage girl a teen boy a sexy mom and who I think is an older sister who comes and goes. They're caucasian and they all looked good. But I was sure that I couldn't be seen because I was so high up and besides no one ever looked up any way. So I decided to just free up and have a nice session.

I started with my balls. Cause thet way I can make it last. I'm totally naked , I'm toned and rather good looking. My cock is really hard at this point and try as I may I just can't ignore the urge to pull back my foreskin as tight as I dare. MMM that feels good. I just hold it taunt like that for a while. I start clickin throught the thumbnails. and I realise for the first time I must learn to jerk off with my left hand. I  find that I'm pretty good at the slow stuff and hell the differnce feels real good. Kinda akward but still nice. I've found a new technique. Holding the base taunt for long moments then releasing then repeating. Perfect for surfing pics.

My pre cum is actually flowwing down my shaft...that's a first for me. but not my last first. I linger on this one black girl with the fattest pussy I've ever seen. My cock just throbs all on its own. Damn this is hot. Her pussy it's shaved too. Another first. I gotta right hand it now...

It's just getting dusk when I noticed movement in the window accross the way. I focus for but a second. It's just a metter of changing focus from my puter screen to my opened window. My head didn't even move. A good thing I think. I don't know who I see but I can see a female in the window. She's on the bed I think faceing me...can she see? My heart has never beat so hard. I can bearly breath or concentrate as i realize she's been wathing me the whole time and can obviously see all. I'm so turned on now my head is spinning.

I now grab on to my dick with both hands stand up and just cum . I cum as hard as I've ever cum at that moment. I aim my cum right at her. It spurts against the window, gets on the desk , alittle on the key board. but when I finnaly stop. She's looking right at me. She gets up expressionless and pulls the shades...I suddenly feel shame,fright and just downright dirty. I back away from the window. I need to clean up close the curtains put my clothes on and hope to God no one comes knocking on that door to tell my wife what the hell I just did.

But after a few seconds of panic I tell myself to deny all and to even question anyone who comes at me with pervism complaints with pervisim questions of my own. It's then that the slats in her blinds open. It's darker now and her room is lit with light. She's there still looking but she's adjusted the blinds so we can see each other. Now that's hot. She goes back to the bed sits on the edge and lays back. She's wearin white undies and a big tee. She puts Her hand on her pussy nonchalant like and raises her left leg up on the bed edge and just sort of rocks the leg open and closed. I can't really see her head but hell. This time my cock leaps into my hand. Then I hear my wifes car . It's over...but damn I sure didn't want it to be.

HOW I CAUGHT MY MOM

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Hi, all cyber friends, I am a regular reader of sex stories especially of Incest Stories.. after having a nice experience of my life. I want to share that true experience of my life with all you that happened last year, when I was 17 years old. Let me introduce myself to all my friends first. I am Ahmed, 18 years old, studying in B.Com I-Year here in Islamabad. I have a very short family. Just me and my parents. After my birth, my parents avoided to have more kids for 5 years and then tried much but no vain. Because usage of contraceptive pills this period of five years, made a serious injury in Mom’s uterus and Lady Doctor had decided to finish uterus. So there would be no more kids in future. Mom was very upset at this operation but she had no option. By the passage of time, she se
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ttled down and tried to face the fact. At my birth my Mom was only 20 years old while my Dad was 30 years, 10 years difference in age, a much bigger difference in their moods, too. My Dad was cold-minded person but Mom was much hotter and healthier than Dad. Mom is still cute and nice to watch. My Dad is eldest brother of his three sisters and two brothers family. So he first got established his family and then got married. My Dad is working in Saudi Arabian Airlines since last three years and living currently now Jeddah. My Mom and me are living here alone in our new house in Islamabad that Dad has made in year 2003. All the things were going Ok. Although my hormones have been changed and I most of the time used to watch porn movies on my computer or on net. But I never thought ancestrally.

Things started getting changed when my Chachu Hammad (Uncle- my father’s youngest brother) came here and lived with us for 15 days. He is working in a bank and living with my grandparents in town. Last year his bank arranged a two-weeks training workshop here its main head office in Islamabad. My Chachu with his workshop colleagues have to live here in a Motel arranged by their head office. Chachu visited our home next day of his arrival here, as it was his off day. He is a beautiful guy and have a nice built body, strong muscles, clean-shaved, 6 feet in height and always keep himself well dressed. He was just 28 years old that time that time. Just 11 years elder that me and 9 years younger than my Mom. I lastly saw him two years ago when we went to our town. But that time he was not doing a banking job just finished his studies that time. My Mom got angered at him that why he preferred to stay at Motel, why don’t to live with us this period. He was looking shy and said “He is Ok there, don’t worry”. But my Mom said “No, not at all. Go to Motel now and pick up your all luggages and come here to live with us. Give us a chance to serve you…. Otherwise Ahmed’s Dad will be angry at me not to serve you”. He said, “Ok, Bhaby, I will come here tomorrow”. My Mom said, “No Dear, today you have to come here, understand or not”. He just smiled and said, “Ok, Ok, I will…”

That day, about 8:00 pm, he was there with his luggages. I was very much happy that I have met a friend for a month and we will enjoy his stay with us. Mom was also happy that he has followed her instructions. She made a lot of dishes.. We all have a nice dinner and then a great tea session. At about 10:30 pm, we tired much and have to sleep. My Chachu has to stay with me in my bedroom, as we have two big bedrooms, one for my parents and one for me. Any family member who comes to our home, would have to stay in my bedroom. Most of the time, I have to get bored … because there is lots of disturbance the whole period of their stay with me. But I was very happy… after all he is my Chachu. He has a very nice personality to live with him. I that time thought that his life partner would be the luckiest of the world, he is so loving, so cute, I really admired by him. One week passed very quickly, Chachu has the routine to go early on his workshop and come at home around 3:00 pm and I have very tight schedule that days. I was coming home around 5:00 pm and then to go for a game with my friends and come home around 6:30 to 7:00 pm at night. Then have a dinner with Mom and Chachu and then busied myself with my computer. It was March 2006. I was used to sleep 11:00 pm but those days I go my bed around 10:00 pm, I thought cause of tight studying schedule, I got tired and have to sleep earlier than my routine sleeping time before.

That day was Saturday, after dinner around 9:00 pm Mom gave me milk as normal routine. I was there in TV Lounge with them when my mobile rang. I found that ring is coming from my bedroom, so I have forgotten my mobile in my room when I changed. So I took my milk with me and go to my room.. It was my friend Arshad, who just asked about the preparation about Monday test. We chatted about ten minutes and then he finished that call.. I have to place my mobile on my computer table.. But indecently, I didn’t notice the milk glass and glass fall down to carpet. I quickly saved my mobile and then pick up a rough cloth from my draw to clean the carpet. Luckily my Mom and Chachu didn’t hear the sound of glass falling. I quickly pick a cup of water and clean the carpet completely and then went to kitchen and put a empty glass there and joined them in TV Lounge. Both were looking happily and enjoyed each company. I remain with them for an hour and then go to my room to study for the Monday test. Around 10:30 I got tired from studying and decided to go sleep. I didn’t notice when my Chachu came to bed… It was around 12:00 am at night when I feel a very heavy pee. I got up and straightly went to attached-bathroom. When I came out, I was bit relaxed then I noticed that my Chachu was not there on his bed. I checked the time on my mobile.. My bathroom light was still on. Where my Chachu can go this time. I came out from bed silently to TV Lounge. This was darkness everywhere except my Mom bedroom. Light was coming to TV Lounge under the door and floor gap. I stunned for a while. Wow.. is my Chachu is here in my Mom bed but for what reason…. I walked towards the door and on touching doorknob, I have come to know that door is locked from inside. Now I was shocked much because there were large moaning and humping sounds coming from my Mom bed. I was really shock, cause my Mom was moaning loudly and saying “Yes, Dear.. Fuck me hard.. Fuck me hard. I want it badly. Please fuck me deeply.” Mom’s bed cracking sounds to be heard easily and these were coming with a rhythm. My Mom was being fucked by my Chachu, how it happened.. I was really shocked.

I stayed there for a while but I couldn’t control myself and came to my bed. Then a idea came to my mind that Mom bedroom window and my bedroom window are in back-gallery which door open in my room. But on searching from every side of window, I came to know that there in no clue left for spectators. Now I was really frustrated, firstly to know that my Mom was being fucked my Chachu, secondly I couldn’t watch them, especially my Mom nude. Now I came to my bed and was thinking, why they did so disgusting thing and how this happened. How they came close to each and when it started, there were lot of questions coming to my mind and I simply say, “NO, I don’t any idea”. On thinking that after all, my Mom was away from my Dad since two years. She is still quite young and very hot, my Chachu was also bomb young personality and still unmarried and both are of equal ages and equal motions. I should enjoy by the situation not to be upset. I was thinking and thinking and now I recalled my memories how it became possible. My Mom was happy when my Chachu came our home, she must decided a plan earlier that time. And she was looking sexiest that those days because she was took caring herself, her shapes and her dressing. Why I didn’t take notice they’re these hot activities, surely my Mom was mixing sleeping pill in my milk those days and that day by indecently I got escaped from her planning. And I also not much giving them time, so my Mom got the chance to came closer to him and convinced him to these fucking activities. Now I was sure that this all became possible because of my Mom will. Now I had a plane in my mind, how to watch their night drama. I was just waiting for next morning. Now I was thinking that I should get my Mom free, at last she got a chance very difficulty to fulfill her dreams. That night how passed I didn’t know.

I woke up, it was Sunday. My Chachu was still sleeping with satisfied face. I thought that time my Chachu is sure a lucky on that he got a bomb-figured lady to fuck these days… my Mom was sure a bomb lady and every one who got a chance to touch her certainly would be the luckiest man of the world. Around 9:00 am, we all were at taking breakfast. All were considering themselves the luckiest of the world. That got the chance to relax their nights and I was considering myself the luckiest that a now incest lusting world was going to open for me. Surely I would watch them soon. After breakfast my Chachu had gone with his colleagues who picked him earlier today to enjoy the Sunday outside. Mom was going to Sunday Bazar with neighboring aunty to shop for the whole week.

Now I have the time to take action that I have thought yesterday night. I went to my Mom bed and watched deeply every option. There was an exhaust fan hole upper the window for summer use and now there was plastic sheet was putting outside. I have a very advanced PC Camera in my draw but it has only one-meter cable. I needed around 5-6 meters cable to put a camera hidden on exhaust fan and connect it with my PC. I took the camera, locked the home and went to my electrician shop that was my class-fellow earlier. I asked him to put a 5-6 meter cable with that camera to install it in our covered porch for security purpose. He took 20 minutes and my camera was ready. He checked it before delivering to me. Now I entered the house and took a wooden ladder from the store and installed it carefully on the exhaust fan that no one couldn’t notice it. There was gas pipeline in the back-gallery so I carefully hide the cable behind it and entered it from my bedroom window behind the curtain. There was my PC table near the window, I plugged it in PC and started my PC. Wow.. I was succeeded to watch my Mom whole bedroom. It took two hours to complete. Now I unplugged that camera cable and dropped it behind PC table. Now I was very much happy and waiting anxiously to watch the coming night drama. I took a shower when I came out, Mom came back from bazaar. I told her that I am going to my friend to study combined for the next day test and would come at evening.

Around 5:00 pm, I entered the home. Chachu was at home too as he came back just before me. We spent the time there in TV Lounge, till it was dinner time. Mom prepared the dinner and we all ate it with joy. Now it was 9:00 pm, when Mom came with milk in three glasses and handed over me a one glass. I took it and came to my bedroom by saying that I have to phone my friend. I came to my bedroom and dropped that milk in the washroom. And then started studying for the coming test. They were still in TV Lounge and talking about fashion, film and much more. Around 10:15 pm, I pretended to go sleep but was noticing everything happening in my home. Chachu came to bedroom after short while and gone to sleep. Around 11:00 pm, his mobile beep whistled and went out and closed the door by knowing that I was sleeping. I was waiting for that moment.

He entered the Mom bedroom and locked the door from inside. I heard that voice too. Now I silently, plugged in that camera cable to PC and took out the speaker cable and took ON my PC. Now I was watching my Mom bedroom.. and what a first scene that I watched. Chachu was standing near her bed and hugging my Mom and holding her in his arms and kissing her face everywhere. She was in her beautiful nightgown. She was responding him too with passionately. Now they were french-kissing each other… She dropped him to the bed and still holding his face and kissing him on the face, ears and neck. He was caressing squeezing her ass buns. They were chatting and laughing but I couldn’t hear them. She was unbuttoning his shirt and now licking his chest spots ferociously and he was enjoy and fingering her head with lovely. Suddenly she stood up on her knees and unfastened her beautiful gown and dropped it on the corner table. Wow, what a lustful body I had ever seen. Now she was in her skin colour bra and white colour panties. Now she approached him and removed his shirt took her left hand on his huge bulge and fondling his cock that was ready to be opened. Chachu was caressing her back and then unhook her bra and there were two loving melons in front his face to be sucked. He was gently sucking her right to left boobs and placing his face between her boobs cleavage. She was now dropping down her panties and meanwhile he dropped his trouser too. Mom was helping him to remove his boxer and release his cock openly. That was damn.. so big in size with bulging and glistening head. That would be surely around 8” in length and much thicker to be hold in her hand. She was excited to watch it closely. As he released his cock from his boxer, she attacked on that. She was in knee position and rubbing his thick cock in her hand and kissing on cock top, while in this position I was able to watch her ass buns and beautiful glory hole fully exposed from where I came to this nice world. What a pussy with big lips and a big crack. Nice dark brown tight asshole was visible fully as the light was fitted near window side. She was sucking his cock to his half-length and playing with his heavy balls with her left hand. He was fingering in her hand and some time forced her head to suck the maximum length of his cock as she could receive.

My cock was fully erect and I was masturbating while sexy drama was going on. Now Chachu was headed on pillow and asked her to put her ass on his chest. They were 69 positions, he was caressing her ass buns and licking her asshole and pussy surroundings with his tongue tip while she was trying to get his cock maximum length in her mouth. She was moaning as he entered his tongue tip deeply in her pussy. Now his dick was its full length with big veins arousing. I was really fascinating be their love to each other bodies. She has increased her mouth pace and now he was ready to come. As he told her something and she suddenly changed her position. Now he was standing on her knees and ready to shoot his full load in her waiting mouth. She fondled his balls and he was releasing his load after load to her mouth and she was swallowing his all cums. She swallowed till his last cum and then gently sucking his cock head not to lose a single drop. Now he laid down to his back and breathing heavily as he reached his climax.

She was still hungry for more sex and her waiting pussy was shining with her love juices. She sat on his belly and gently started rubbing her pussy on his limping cock and placed her one boob on his mouth. He was sucking one mouth and squeezing other with his hand while his cock was coming to life again. Now she placed her pussy on his mouth and he was licking it deeply. While he was rubbing his cock which was coming to its full length. Mom saw that his cock is now fully erected, she moved down licking his body and suddenly grabbed his cock with both hands and started to suck it. Her pussy was leaking her love juices and ready to be fucked. She positioned herself over his cock and rubbed his cock head in pussy lips to lubricate first and slowly pushed her pussy down to received his full cock length. Now she moved her hips encircled over his cock then she was moving his body to fuck him vigorously. He was also responding from below to burry his full cock length in her body. Her boobs were swinging over his face and touching his nose. He was caressing her body with his both hands from her waist to hips and enjoys her fucking style. My Mom would be so horny, that time I felt. I was also enjoying their fucking because first time in my life I was watching this true experience other than porn movies. They remained in this position for fifteen minutes then tried another fucking style. Now she was kneeling on the bed and he came behind her. First he licked her sweets hole to taste her love juices then put his cock on her pussy lips and thrust the whole length with one attempt as her pussy was used to his cock thickness and size. He was humping and thrusting her with rhythmic motion, while she was resting her face on the pillow. He has strong muscles and strong temperament to fuck her for an hour. He was fondling her boobs and pulling her body to him. On seeing this I was near to cum so I went to bath and shoot my load and then came out. Now they were trying another position. Mom was on her back and he was on top. Holding her legs wide apart, licking her pussy lips vigorously. She moaning loudly as her face showed. She was reaching her orgasm, pushing her head down to her sweet hole. He positioned himself, put a rough towel under her hips as they decided earlier to cum in her pussy because she has no fear of being pregnant. He placed his cock head over pussy entrance and thrust it deeply as it could go. Now his face of fucking was marvelous as he was going to reach his second orgasm. Mom was putting her both hands on his hips, locking her legs around her waist, encouraging him to go down and down as she was also going to her another orgasm. They were close facing to each, moaning loudly, fucking with pace. Suddenly his hips were shivering as he was shooting his load into her womb, she also reached her climax. He was still fully inside her and moving his hips to shoot his load till its last drop. She was kissing him passionately on his face because he gave her most joys those days. He dropped his body over her and her legs were still aparted. Now his juices were leaking from the gape and going down her asshole. He pulled out his limping cock and placed over her mouth, she sucked and swallowed the juices of both mixing. She dried his cock completely, now he dropped down his body and lay on his back beside her. Both were breathing heavily. I also enjoyed the whole drama, so now plugged-off the camera cable and put off the PC and pretended to sleep before the arrival of my Chachu to my bedroom. I really considered myself unlucky to miss the drama of last three-four nights. But luckily I would be witness of all remaining episodes of his 15 days stay with us. That was the first episode of that whole true sexy drama. What happened next that would be coming soon .. Share your comments with me. I would be waiting anxiously…


Seen unaware (sequal to first time seen)

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I had gotten home erly from work. No big deal. It happens from time to time. And as usual my wife wouldn't be home till late. We'd been fighting. Sex was the subject  or lack there of to be more precise. Her parting shot was..." go get it from somewhere else!"

Quite effective I must say. Hurt real good too. So to come home to a quiet empty house was but a boon for me...really. So first thing I did was raise the three windows in the bedroom. The two on either side of the head board and the other one that faces my neighbor from my first story. By the looks of things no one was home. Nor will they be any time soon. Only people home this early are the unemployed. At least as far as I was concerned.

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en I ran The shower, Took of my sweaty clothes and got on in. No closing of doors or shades. I'm on the second floor. To see me you gotta be really trying. Or at least fortunately positioned. The neighbors behind me were closer then the ones on the side. From my shower I can actually see the reflection of somone's deck, sliding door, double living room window and part of the kitchen window. In the bathroom mirror I thought nothing of it. Can't see in so I guessed they couldn't see out. Nice deck though. I remember thinking to my self at that moment. Always see the fine looking raven haried beauty with a kid at times but, I've never seen hide nor hair of husband or man over there period.

As I showerd I noticed that the double window had the curtains opend and the shade up. As I moved around in the shower totally enjoying the water I turned around and saw in the reflection of the mirror the sexy neighbor. She was sitting there with a book and some sun glasses on. She looked hot. Guess the baby's sleep. I decided to soap up. As I did I studied her body. Pale white skin. Almost glowing in the sunlight. Long dark hair contrasting with her hair. Nice big tits. I know nothing from bra size but sufice it to know. They were more then a hand full. She looked a lot like wonder woman sitting there with that short dress and sleevless shirt on. Her stomach was almost flat as she sat there. And her bare feet...wow long toes not too long...a little bumpy at the joints but not too much. Long and slender but not big old sasquash feet. I could see them pretty well from where I was. And as I concentrated on her feet My cock started to rise. It just sort of uncurled and slowly stood up.

The thing about feet with me is that I like them a lot. Fettish dose not even apply. To me feet rank up there with tits. When I see toe cleavage instant rock hard on. When I see naked feet with long pants ooohhh I could cum.With sandels yum ! wih flip flops Damn! But, the best is to see bare legs straight down to bare feet. I like all kinds hairy or not. Stubby or long. Any color all races. When I go out and about you could spot me. I'll be the one looking down. And walking funny as I try to hide my pole. Show those feet ladies! Snellville and Dekelb counties...I'm out there roaming the parks and malls yum!

I start strokin my dick. It's big thick heavy and hard. There's no give in the thing. I soap it for lubrication. I'm not being easy or trying to make it last. I'm looking at my neighbor and jerking off as she reads her book. I graon a little as I feel the build up in my balls. This is going to be quick. I close my eyes as I begin to cum. "OOOHHHUUUHHH" As I release I open my eyes to see my neighbor with her legs up in her chair her feet in even better display framed against those bare creamy thighs. That little short skirt all the way up and all I see are her little red panties. The little pussy mound and the rest almost disapearing into the crack of her sexy shapely ass. She has her knees to her face and her arms about her calfs holding her book. Funny how she's been faceing me the whole time. Can't tell where she's looking. That thought alone lengthend my orgasmic after shocks a few more seconds.

I linger in the shower a few more moments, cleaning and enjoying the cum high. Not wanting to loose sight of my sexy neighbor I decide to use the door to the halway. Let me explain. I have two door to my bathroom. One opens to my room. The other to the halway that is between my room and my spare room. There is a linen closet there on the wall faceing the staircase up to my loft that overlooks the bedroom. I get out of the tub and think to myself I wonder if she can see me is she even looking ? Then as I get out of the tub I hear her shift in her deck chair. It takes all I've got not to react. My heart starts pounding hard and fast. It feels like It's in my ears. My fingers get real cold as it dawns on me. If I can hear her She can hear me. She heard me cum. My dick Got real hard real fast. I'm suprised my dick done that so soon after what I call a relief of tension cum. It's what I usually do after work. Puts me in a relaxed mood till just about bedtime. When I'll be needing the real thing.

I decide to steal a quick glance in the mirror as I step out and half turn left toward the tub. As if checking for somthing. She has her legs crossed now with one hand holding the book and elbow on the arm rests. The other hand down between her thighs right where her pussy is. Is she touching herself ? My breathing's getting hard to controll. I play it off as a yawn and walk right out into the hallway. Whatever her view was before it just got better I thought. Cause now she is almost perfectly lined up to see straight down my hallway. At that time I had no stomach. A defined chest but not really big. Broad shoulders and a toned a little toward the muscular side body. Six Two 200lbs even. I walk to get a freas towel and go into my room. I usually do this in the bathroom with the door closed or half open. Then the thought hit me...just how long has she been watching me ? Since I moved in and brought this place ? OOOh The hotness of it all. A sexy fine woman on the perv tip with me as her target.

I go to the left side of my bed. It's the side her vantage point is on. I haven't looked out the wndow since walking in. I hear her shift again. It's killing me not to react to every sound she makes. I reach for the remote and turn on the T.V. I fumble with it and drop it purposefully in order to have a reason to turn around an look out of the window. She's standing now. And just as I looked her way she shot her head upward as if that's where she was looking the whole time. I linger on her. Her shades are in her hand and I can see her whole body as she stands. Wonder woman my ass. She's way better to look at and she's real and bare foot too damn.  She moves now to lean against the railing somewhat. I act like I'm toweling off as I three quater the window. This way I can make it look like I'm watching the T.V. while being carefull not to wet the bed too much. With my face not quite in her direction and me acting as normal as I can while I towel my legs one at a time using the bed for support. My cock is dribling and oozing pre cum. I turn my back as I do my torso and arms. I'm in the three quater stance again facing the T.V. As I towel my head I adjust so I can just see then turn slightly and slow like and now I have confirmation. She's staring intently at my eight incher.

I drop the towel and go get the lotion. I use it sometimes but this time it will be but a prop in my show.  I begin to lotion my arms first. But then i realized. There's now way to see her watching me the whole time. Damn ! But in order not to scre her away or break the illusion I'll just have to do without. Besides the knowlegde she's watching has me so hot. How long before I yank one out. I'll just lotion my slef and try and not jump the gun and start yanking...she might think the show was over and go in. I turn my back to her fully now and then I see my ace. My picture hanging cold fish has a pic right there on the wall. A good size too. My on looker is almost plainly sen in the reflection of the glass. Her eyes are on me. She can't tell I can see her in the reflection so she stops hiding and stealing glances. She moves her chair back a little and sits down again. I start on my ass. I lotion it low and deliberate. She licks her lips. I do one cheek then the other. Hell pre cum is just oozing out of my dick. Fells like I need to pee ? Damn It feals like cum. It feels like I might cum right now. I turn to my left now. I slowly do my whole left leg. Stopping at the cructh area. Am I teasing her or my self. My dick just wants to shoot. I put my right leg up on the bed now. Like this with my body three quatered she should be able to see my big ass balls, my very erect cock, my flat stomach and strong looking legs. It's all for her on dispay. I slowly begin to lotion my right leg. Wish I could more often look at her. But as long as she thinks I don't know this can continue. From this position I can glance but not too often. At least that's what i'm thinking. The lotion on the bed between latherings is hard to do now in this position. So without thinking I put the lotion bottle on the nightstand. "WWHHOO HHOO!" I can actually see her fully every time I reach for the bottle. Great! It's still very bright out. It's summer timeish. Kids aint out yet. I begin to apply lotion to my groin area. All around my balls and base of my cock. I turn towards her ever so slightly to give her full view as to what's next. As I reach for the lotion I see her smilling. Dirty like. Like she was stealing and getting away with it. And in fact she was, what a turn on. I begagn slowly lotioning my balls from the base of my shaft up to where my cock juts out from my nut sack.

I reach for more lotion. My cock seems longer then usual, I've never felt the jead of my cock against my belly above my navel before. This time I put the glob in my hands with out rubbing them together. As I do this I steel a glace at her. She's leaning so far foward in her chair it looks like she's going to fall. Her legs are pressed together so hard I can make out the red and white of her thighs like when white people sqeeze their looser skin after too much sun. Her shades are back on, her face is a little darker and her smile is gone. Her elbows are on her knees and the book is open and just hanging there.

She's as hot as I am I find myself thinking.When I put the lotion on my cock I wait a brief moment then I pull back my fore skin with my right hand and hold the lotion there against my cock as the super sensitive part of my cock is revealed. This sensation sends intense shocks into my belly makin be cut my breths. I loose myself in the sensations. Now with both hands I begin the slow caress. This is so hard to do standing. My legs go week as I try to maintain balance and control. jerking off is better laying or sitting. This standing is hard to do when I'm this turned on.

I caress the head while holding the skin back tight like but not too much. I almost black out like that and just deside to jerk normally. I pull a few quick ones and just cum. Explosively. It's everywhere. But the after shocks are so intense i feel like i'm cumming again. I can't even touch myself for a while. My cock goes soft but stays long. The head won't retreat back into the sheath. Did I over do it ? I use the towel to clean up what I can find. I steal another glance out at my neighbor as I clean up. She gets up. There's a darkstain where she was sitting. She turns the cushin over. Her little short dress is wrinkled where she sat and there's the stain. She goes into the house. Me? I stay naked. I'm gonna cum again just on the memory of what just happend. And from now on when I get home. These windows will be opend.

The Drive Home

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The Drive Home

There are still many in between but this one came back to me, as it was the most recent - within the last few years. (Age 39)

We were driving back from another city where we were visiting some relatives and about 35 miles out of town on a four-lane highway fairly deserted early in the morning, as it was a five-hour drive and wanted to get back. I was feeling her up as

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we drove as she was just wearing a light blouse and skirt with garter belt and nylons (my favourite). I had my hand up her skirt and her blouse half undone. I was just thinking about finding a rural road to turn down to see if I could find a place to park and give her the fucking she was hot for.

Two guys (early 20's) pulled up beside us and being distracted with my hand on her pussy I didn't notice them until they were right beside me. They were moving at a fast clip when they passed us but the guy in the passenger seat looked over and I knew he seen my wife laying back with her legs spread and her blouse hanging open. I told her I thought the two guys in that truck had seen her but she didn't care and in fact said, "I wish they would slow down and have another look, if they do I'll give them a good look." This really made me hard. The speed limit was 110 but I was going about 100 and stayed in the slow lane.

After they passed us I could see the passenger taking to the driver and my wife had just finished saying that when I could see that we were gaining on them as they were slowing down. I had the car on cruise so we slowly came up on then and I told her that I thought she might have just got her wish. She looked up to see us catching up to them again so I got her to finish undoing the blouse and even got her to slid the bra straps down before we came up beside them. Just before we were coming up on them I tilted my seat back so they could get a better view. They sure as hell weren’t shy about looking. I could see the drive lean ahead to get a better look. My wife shifted to let her skirt ride up her thighs to where you could see her bare flesh above her nylons - christ she looked sexy. The boys adjusted their speed to stay beside us for what was probably a couple of minutes. I looked over and gave them a smile and a thumbs up. I then reached over and pulled her bra down off her breasts so they could see her in all her glory. As cars were now catching up to us they pulled ahead and over into our lane. I sat my seat back up so we didn't disturb anyone as they looked like family cars coming.

As soon as all the cars past we were the coast was clear again. I asked my wife if she was just going to be a cock tease or ...? She said that if I could find a place and they were willing she would give them all they wanted. The boys in the truck dropped back and came up beside us again. I motioned for them to pull over someplace. They sped up and pulled ahead again and about 3 or 4 minutes down the road they were pulled over at a roadside turnout. I pulled in behind them and stopped and rolled both our windows down.

The two guys came up to us on her side of the car and started talking to Cheryl. They told her they sure appreciated the view. She just smiled and said thanks but is all you want to do is look? The guy who was the passenger (later found out his name was Dave) just leaned down reached in and took her right breast in his one hand and ran his other hand up her leg and rubbed her pussy. Cheryl spread her legs wider to let him get his hand in her panties. He very quick inserted two fingers in her and as horny as she now was started coming on his hand. I asked them if they wanted more of this action. They were all for it but we couldn't do this on a main highway. I asked them if they were from around here and do they know of a secluded place we could go to? They said in union "follow us." About a mile or so down the highways they turned off on a dirt road that led to a farmers hay field that was surrounded by bush. They turned into an approach and parked by some bush where you couldn’t be seen from the road.

I parked beside them and went around and helped Cheryl out of the car. The two guys immediately came over to her and had their hands all over. One stood behind her and put his arms around her and had one tit in each hand mauling her. The other stood in front and had her skirt pulled up his hands down her panties and again was fingering her. I took the liberty of undoing the side snap on her skirt and Dave moved his hands and let it drop to the ground. They moved her over to the back of the truck and let the back gate down. As Jerry (the driver's name I now knew) lifted her on to the gate Dave slid her panties off. By now she had also lost her blouse and bra and they were also lying on the ground.

I just stood back and watched with my cock now out and was stroking as Jerry cradled her in his crotch still hold her boobs and her legs right at the edge of the truck bed and Dave, who now had his pants around his feet and his cock out (I'm guessing 7.5" and thick) just moved in-between her legs and shoved it in. She was so wet that it went in easily and then the fucking began. Dave fucked her hard and steady for about ten minutes before her started to cum in her. As he started to cum she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him in as far as she could. She took a big, big load I could tell. As soon as Dave pulled out Jerry was there waiting. Again he just rammed it in (another good size - maybe bigger than Dave) and started fucking her. He too took about ten or so minutes of hard fucking (these farm boys didn't fuck around) when I could see him start to tense up and soon he was cumin in her.

It was only once each, as we had to get going. But I'll never forget the sight of my wife lying there with garter belt and nylons (which were wrecked when they were done with her) and her legs spread wide taking a fucking like that. It was beautiful. The rest of the ride home she slept like well-fucked woman should.

LIFES SEXUAL PERKS 21/4

itsonlyfun on Voyeur Stories

 Fact or fiction? you decide.

 When the hell will he fuck her?

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 I"m totally gutted after that last event. I was so sure he was about to fuck my wife only to see her then suck him dry with her mouth. Then she really pissed me off by saying she"d intended to let him. What a bitch? but god did I love this woman. She wasn't a nympho,but I think she was running pretty close to it! When will he fuck her? Will I bear witness to it? What a bummer if he gets her when I"m not there to watch!

 Just after this a strange set of circumstances occured. I"d arranged to take a Friday off

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shift to make a long weekend to do a particular DIY item. The day started as so many did with me and Jackie playing with each other. We hadn"t got to fuck yet but knew we had plenty of time as Den who was going to help me was not aware I"d arranged any time off and as he knew I was on early"s would get here in plenty of time he said. I guessed about 12, so at ten jackie had gone to get us both a cup of tea to wash the sex from our mouths.

 Having gone downstairs in just a pair of PJs for modesty and only put on for this purpose, partly because my parents now had a business about 200yds down from our house,thus my mother was prone to knocking at inopportune times. Right on cue,there"s a knock on the door. I faintly heard this then listening intently to get an idea who or what it was about. I heard the interior passage door close and closer now I could hear a low male voice.

 Now listening more intently I still couldn"t make out who it may be but as Jackie made no indication of needing me by shouting,it became obvious she could deal with it. I was more correct about this than I dreamed. Hearing some weird sounds and hushed talk drifting up the staircase,curiousity getting the better of me,I snuk out of bed and listening by the door, Jackie was saying,"No I"m a happily married woman,don"t! Richards upstairs anyway" Quietly opening the door,I crept to where I could see down to where they were. It was Den, I realised immediately he"d come to do his devilish deed on Jackie before I got home.

 The swine! I thought, as my beast tried to poke out the slit in my pants almost like a third eye looking for the action. On his reckoning he"d given himself 2 to 3 hours to get her. Fuck there was no way she"d hold out that long even if she intended to, he had her for sure today. Our passage had a small kink of about a foot or so to keep its width past the bottom of the staircase. I often screwed Jackie there,in fact it was made for screwing a woman because she couldn"t escape very well if she had chosen to.

 At this moment this was where Den had Jackie cornered. He was saying, "She (Ginny) doesn"t understand my needs,I know you do because we"re so alike,you know needing lots of sex,please take pity on my hardon and let me do you" "No! you don"t listen,Richards upstairs I told you!" Not listening but showing his impatients he unbuttoned his fly and then started to wrestle his hands up the front of Jackie"s PJs. Jackie was doing her best to stop him as she suddenly realised I was at the top of the stairs watching. She continued to wrestle with his hand up her clothes,while these hands were now intent on unbuttoning her front.

 Hand signalling with my fingers and with exaggerated mouth movement, "DO YOU WANT ME TO STOP HIM?" A hesitant NO! was returned, to which my cock burst from my pants in joy oozing love juice and pulsing powerfully. Seeing this Jackie gave a sly grin at me. Fuck she"s going too! Her resistance was less but still much hindering Den"s progress. By now her top was wide open and her nipples looked like two organ stops they were so hard. Den was also at her mouth and neck,cunning bastard he"d twigged Jackie lost it when neck sucked. His cock was solid as iron and bobbing about with a mind of its own.

 With all the facial activity he"d slipped Jackies PJ top off her shoulders which now was partly tethering her arms to her sides as he sucked her nipples and flobbed her tits. On tugging to remove her PJ bottom Den was in control because of her limited arm movement. She could hold the sides but not stop him pulling down the front of them to play with her pussy. As he got the front low enough, I could see her pubes above his hand as he squeezed her now juicy cunt,pulling his hand away a second I could see his palm was soaking with Jackies juices.

 "Fuck you"re soaking wet already" (Course she was I"d just been playing with it for hours) Holding his cock with one hand he started to try to fuck her. Looking in my direction,she said, "No not yet,do that thing to me you done up inside with your finger last time" "Why? you"re already ready and god do I need a fuck?" "No do it pleease, I can"t stop you once you make me cum like that and honest I don"t want my conscience to stop me this time" Strangely he said "It didn"t last time" "You know when I mean" my wife says looking up to me again.

 By now Jackie is squirming and jiggling on his fingers so much I notice as she turns more than before he has his other hand in her ass crack, "No! not in my bum,pleease nooo!" I can see this hand is all wet from her pussy juice and at least one of Den"s fingers is well up her asshole. "I need to because it makes your cunt more receptive to touching your G spot" Ah! so thats what it is!

 Jackie"s body explodes into an orgasm, "Noooooooooooooo, Fuuuuuuuuuuuck, I"m Cuuuuuuuuuming,Fuck Nooooooooooo Moooooore,Pleeease Noooooooo,More I"m begggggging yooooooooou. By now her PJ bottom has long ago fallen to the floor,she"s struggling with Den"s trousers,as before as they drop,no pants and his ball bag is as hard as a boy before puberty. Standing now with her legs wide open, "Come oooooon,puuuuut it in for fuuuuuuucks sake" grabbing his cock and pointing it at her cunt she gasps "NOW PUSH,NOW!NOW!NOOOW! UUGH!" as it slid into my wifes welcoming cunt.

 Den"s hands were digging into Jackies ass cheeks as he strained every sinue in his body in cumming up my wife instantly on entering her pussy, "God you"re so tight compared to Ginny" he lied. They were about the same! (I should know shouldn"t I) By now both their pussies were,firmly clasping but not tight as in virginal! Jackie; "No,you can"t stop now,make me cum some more you bastard" In fairness he did, I"d already cum as Jackie watched me pound my beast and squirt spunk all over the stairs while she grinned between orgasms which made her squeeze her eyes shut each time in concentration.

 He was hammering away in her and the squelching coming from them was sensational and getting me back to full hardness. What to do with my cock? I wanted to join them but this was not the right time to go to that step! So I clenched both my hands in a double fist,dropped my pants off then resting against the bannister, fucked my man meat into my palm as though it was Jackie"s Quim.

 Meanwhile they both began to slow down.Expecting this to be the end of the show,I eased back from my vantage point. "You were having me on,if Dicky had been upstairs,he"d had stopped us from doing that" "Would he now? Don"t put your money on it" What does that mean? "Nothing!" "He doesn"t know we go this far does he? What if he told Ginny?" "I"d have to look for another cock to deputize for yours,cause you"d be dead. Though, on the other hand, you could always let him fuck his cousin! your wife"

 "I wouldn"t be surprised if he hasn"t already, Ginny seems to know a lot about what he gets up to with you"... "No,I bet that"s because I talk to your mother-in law about things and she probably tells your wife. You don"t half panic for a bloke getting no puss,puss from your wife,or is that just a ploy to get in my knickers,you horny bastard?" "You haven"t told Ginnys mother I"ve fucked you" Stupid sod,how could she? you"ve only just fucked her for the first time. (I thought no more of this till the missus wrote her bit,then it made sense)

 My senses sharpened as I heard Den say, "Ready to go again?" "What do you think?" "Come on then,where shall we do it" "Here on the floor,Naked" Fuck,thats chancy with my mother living so close. She,Jackie must really be into two cock fucking,even if it is on separate occasions. As luck would have it,or more likely by Jackie"s cunning, they"re positioned right at the bottom of the stairs with Den"s back to my position. She"s in a kneeling down position and moving forward as he trys to mount her. Stopping perfectly positioned he,just like a dog is jabbing at her trying to let it hit her hole. He lifts a hand to steady his meat,Jackie senses this saying,"No,let it do it in an ordinary doggy manner" Letting his cock go again while still jabbing at her he says, "I"ll come off in a minute for fucks sake!" "Let it I wont mind it all over my ass, NO,not up there,thats my asshole" "I know,can"t I just a little bit?" "NO,you fucking can"t, NO! stop that now or I won"t let you finish me off, now,even Rich hasn"t stuck it up my ass"

 "Why not?" "I don"t know and don"t go putting thoughts in his head about that just so you can get a chance too after he has, neither" Lying toad,she knows I"m still watching and listening upstairs.She"s the one putting the thought in my head. From my rear view of the action,I saw all his cock sliding at her crinkly hole and one time she seemed tempted to have it up there because as his cock caught her puckered rim bit she was thrusting back in search of his cock with her pussy and I swear he got about an inch inside her but she jerked it back out.

 Now he was lined up and with a thrust he sunk it up my wifes cunt to the hilt, "Fuck go on harder and longer like you do,fuck you" I find Jackie"s foul mouthing is a real turn on and it obviously was for Den. "Come on you whore,milk me you fucking whore" "No fuck me you fucking dirty wife fucker,fancy raping and fucking your best mates wife you filthy bastard,wait till he gets home he"ll fuck your ass in reprisal" Bloody hell thats a new line,whats in her mind right now?

 Wriggling and twisting his cock out of her I just couldn"t believe it. Jackie had robbed him of his orgasm inside of her. But no he hadn"t shot over her unlike me in my palm. Then she was on her back ,"Do it this way,go on,give me your baby" Fuck! talk about animal lust! he flew back into her and fucked her stupid, his asshole was there for the taking, and I"d be lying if I denied that at this moment I was sorely tempted to dash down on his back and rape his puckered hole as he was going for broke in my wifes squelching cunt.(I"d never ever thought about a man"s hole before Jackie mentioned it!)

 Jackie was in control of his and my cock,no doubt about it. I"m sure her last move was intended to get Den raped as he impregnated her with a baby. She did deny this later,but I was beginning to pick up tale,tale clues to her lying here and there. Den burst his seed into Jackie as she humped his cock while looking directly at me she had the most gigantic orgasm around his cock making me shoot again. As her eyes opened and seeing my jism all over my hand she, grinning while doing a hand motion behind his back of which it either meant,rub it in Dens ass and fuck him as he lay collapsed on her tits,or save it to rub into my cunt in a bit.

 No! later she said it was indicating his sperm were going round and round in her looking for an egg. mmmm! I knew now we,Den and me were destined to have her together some time. How or when who knows? At the moment,Den lay with his cock still soaking in their mutual juices. Later this weekend,our sex life changed direction yet again to my consternation!

 That"s for later though.

   

  

compas's first time

compas on Voyeur Stories

My name is Mandy, and I'm married to Mike.

I'm about to recant the events that led up to me sharing myself for the first time with a man other than Mike, and the actual experience I encountered with that man.

Mike is a voyeur and is infatuated with watching me either seduce strange men or allowing myself to be seduced by them, and then having intercourse with them..

It's not something that I agreed to easily. I was a virgin when I met Mike and he was the only one that I'd ever slept with prior to and since marrying him. It remained that way until about 6 years ago.

We got married when he was 21 and I was 20. I was very content being his wife and being unfaithful or having intercourse with another was something that never crossed my mind. I won't

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deny that I don't like a man's or men's attention, because I do. All my life I've always enjoyed dressing more provocative than most and I relish in any fervor my figure, looks or my attire draws from the opposite sex. Where-as some women might feel uncomfortable if a man ogles them, I am the opposite. If I know a man is watching me, I might, and usually will actually flash a little more leg, or,,, while grocery shopping, I'll bend over and linger an exxxtra long time looking at a bottom shelf item knowing my skirt is riding high and revealing more than it should.When I was young and in my teens, I was considered a tease, and I was! That suited me fine and I liked it that way, because unlike my girlfriends, I didn't have to put out in order to be desirable to the guys, but I sure enjoyed knowing that they wanted me more than the girls that had given in to their desires. 

Perhaps, in order for you to create a mental image of me, now would be the best time to describe myself. I am a long legged 5'3" natural brunette with blue eyes and weigh between 105-110 lbs. My measurements are 36,23,36 with a C cup and I'm one that's lucky enough to have all my proportions in all the right places. I'm considered very attractive and am often referred to, or likened as, drop-dead gorgeous, stunning, ravishing, sensual, etc. A seemingly conceited description of myself, but not really, seeing the similes are as men have described me and not as how I see myself. Although it would be nice to say that whether it's at work, shopping, the bar, or just out and about in general etc, men are always hitting on me and trying to get me to go out with them, but that wouldn't be an entirely truthful or an accurate statement. Yes, It does happen quite often but by those that are bolder or more confident than most but generaly speaking men tend to be withdrawn and shy in approaching me. When Mike and I were first married and the bolder ones would try to connect with me, I would have nothing to do with it.

All went as expected as a normal married couple for a few years, but slowly my husband started suggesting things in a subtle way. One night after we had made love for the second time and we were laying there recuperating he said, 
" I had this weird dream last night."
Naturally I asked him what it was and he described,

 " we were at a party and when it was time to leave, you were nowhere to be found. I looked everywhere but I still couldn't find you. I went to get our coats from the bedroom where we'd left them and when I entered, I saw you there being felt up by a stranger. He had you up against the wall, groping your breasts and pushing your skirt up. I was so upset seeing the two of you like that, but I couldn't move. It was like I was paralyzed and even though I was in the same room, you weren't able to see me. It was like I wasn't there! You kept telling him stop it!, but he wouldn't stop. I wanted to help but I couldn't. I don't remember how it came about but all of a sudden you were both naked on the bed and you weren't fighting his advances anymore. Just as he was spreading your legs I woke up. What a crazy dream!"

I felt disgusted when I heard the details of his dream and told him so. He replied "Gosh, Mandy,  it's only a dream! I can't help or control what I dream." How could I argue with that? After all, everyone has dreams that don't make sense. Although I agreed with his point I was somewhat skeptical , seeing he was hard again and so shortly after making love for the second time. That had never happened before. 

A few weeks later, and very nonchalantly, he would bring the dream back up and say something like,
"Boy! you remember that dream I told you about? I keep thinking about it and you looked so sexy up against the wall. I can't help it, but I get hard every time I think about it." Although it still bothered me hearing him say that, I wasn't as digusted as when he first described it to me. By now I'd had time to think and I rationalized that it was a fantasy. Much the same as some of my fantasies. No big deal. If it excited him and enhanced our love making then I could accept it.

It wasn't long afterwards that as we were making love and as I was staring my climax, Mike would whisper in my ear " so? would you like it if a man other than me was inside you right now?" or " Do you have any idea how many men would want to be me and be where I am right now?" He never carried on. He just made subtle suggestions and soon I was enjoying hearing his naughty thoughts as I came to orgasm. No harm in that. It was only fantasy, wasn't it? Yes, I started to wonder If he would really enjoy it if it really was to happen And found myself fantasizing a fantasy that had never crossed my mind before. 

Over time, and when we were at the bar together, I started to get the feeling that should a man make moves on me, Mike wouldn't be upset by it or wouldn't care if they did.  If a man would come over to our table and ask me if I'd like to dance with him, Mike would say,
" It's up to her, I don't mind."


That type of answer sort of annoyed me and even if I didn't really feel like dancing I would do so anyways, just to get away and calm down a bit so that I wouldn't get into an argument with him over how easily he passed me out.

On one occasion in particular when I returned to our table, after dancing with a man that kept trying to pull me in very to him, I asked Mike,
" what if that guy had made advances towards me while I was waltzing with him?"
Mike shrugged it off and said,
"I doubt that! This a public place and he knows you are with me."

I don't know really remember why or when I changed from a loving wife to a flirtatious one. Perhaps it was because I wanted to prove Mike wrong about what some men would do, public or not, or perhaps it was when I wondered if he might eventually get jealous, but change I did!

Over time I found myself flirting more and more, and waltzing closer and closer with the men that asked me to dance with them. Mike never got jealous. Naturally, with me waltzing in tighter to my dancing partners as I now tended to do and with the effects of the liquor, atmosphere and flashing lights, it was only a matter of time before a hand, whether accidentally or not, would brush against one of my breasts or would ride down the hollow of my back and work its way down further until it was on my butt.

Initially, when that happen, I'd make an effort to stop them. Eventually, especially once I knew Mike had seen the other's antics and never said anything, I stopped rejecting their advances. Subsequently I found myself dancing in a very intimate manner and now that I didn't place any restrictions on my dancing partner's hands, it would usually result in an erection being pressed up against my leg. Prior, if I got the feeling Mike didn't care, I would have felt repulsed. Now, I found that it stirred me inside. I couldn't control that. It must be nature, because it certainly wasn't with any intent on my part.

I remember the first time things went much further. As usual, once we arrived at the bar, Mike put his name up on the challenge board at the pool tables. Just as so many times before, once his turn came to play, he'd be gone and leave me sitting by myself. As it turned out, Mike's first game was against Steve and Mike beat him. That's how Steve ended up sitting at my table with me. Mike had invited Steve to sit at our table seeing he was by himself. While Steve waited for his turn to play pool again, we got the chance to talk and get to know each other some.He had a wonderful sense of humor and had me laughing most of the night. When Steve's turn would come to play pool again, I found myself feeling disappointed that he had to leave. I wished that he would loose, just so that he would be back quick and make me laugh some more. Mike was on a roll and winning all his games. Steve was back at my table within minutes. Mike only lost two games in three or four hours, and that's the only time he was at the table with Steve and I. While Mike was gone, Steve and I had a great time talking and dancing. About half an hour before the bar was to close Mike finally a game and when he came over to the table he asked Steve if he'd like to play some pool at our house. Mike rationalized leaving, seeing he wouldn't get another turn at the pool tables before the bar closed. Mike had been playing for two beers per game and I could hear he was very drunk.We all left and as I drove to our house, Steve followed in his car.

After a few games of pool at our house , Mike started to become rude and abusive towards Steve. He was saying things like,
" Hell man, you are the shits. Mandy doesn't play pool and she could beat you."
I was so embarrassed. and said so. I kept apologizing for the way Mike was acting and Steve said
" that's OK, he's pretty drunk I'm sure he doesn't mean it."
After about three games, Steve said he didn't want to play for a bit, and that it was too boring for me.
"Well!" Mike said,
"OK, fine! You two can sit and talk. I'm going to lay down. I'll be back later."
As he was heading up the stairs, he looked over at me and slurred,
" you can entertain him for a while."

Steve and I sat talking, having a few drinks and listening to music for about fifteen minutes.At one point he asked if I wanted to play some pool, but I declined, reminding him I didn't play pool. He then said,
"you dance, would you like to dance?"
I laughed at that, and replied,
"Yes, I'd love to."


We moved into each others arms, as we had done at the bar. It shouldn't have felt any different, but as our bodies moved together I instantly became aware of Steve's hardness that was pressing up against my leg. We had only just started to dance, and I remember thinking

"He's already got an erection! Even before, I'm in his arms!"

I had felt the same thing at the bar, but there it hadn't occurred right from the onset. At the bar it had felt sexy, now it felt sensual. Also, unlike at the bar where he had only one arm around my waist, now, both of his arms encircled me. In hindsight I suppose I shouldn't have allowed him to do that but that night it felt right. Actually, I was getting bit drunk myself and even though I had a feeling that this might go much further than just dancing, I didn't want to do anything to stifle the feelings Steve was arousing within me. We danced to a couple of songs, and the whole time I kept thinking Mike was going to come back downstairs at any second. About this time, Steve needed to use the washroom and while he did, I slipped upstairs to check on Mike. He was laying on our bed, snoring and seemed out cold. Knowing Mike, and how deep he slept when drunk, I felt he was likely out for the night.

I returned back downstairs and when Steve came out of the washroom, we started to dance again. Half way through the song, his hands were lower than they had been all night. I pulled them up once or twice, but soon, I relented and didn't stop him.The skirt I was wearing wasn't long, but I became aware that Steve was somehow making it shorter and getting it to ride higher and higher by the chill on my skin as it became exposed to the basement's air. I just didn't realize how high! That is, until I felt the cool basement air on my buttocks. The next thing I remember happening was his fingers slipping inside the top edge of my pantyhose. Never having a man do that to me, it caused me to reflexively pull away from his touch. By doing so, it caused me to move my pelvis in closer to him. Now we were moving as one. I can't say dancing, because we really weren't moving our feet. We were just sort of swaying to the music. I felt so guilty, but yet so good. The good was stronger. I didn't stop him. His fingers continued their journey down until they were moving down into the top of my panties as well. His hands were SO warm! As Steve's hands kept moving further down, my natural reflexes continuously caused me to move away from his advances, resulting in my pelvis moving forward further and up tighter yet up against his erection. The further his hands slid down, the more compressed I ended up against him. I remember thinking how long his penis felt, up against my leg. Much longer than Mike's. Soon, my hose and panties were half way off my buttocks and both of his hands were caressing my cheeks.

About that time, the music ended. I had to change the disc. I went over to the stereo and while I was bending forward to change the disc, Steve came up behind me and reached around me, cupping my breasts. I could feel his manhood pressing against my cheeks. I don't know how I managed to get the new disc in. The music started again, but he didn't release me. He just started swaying and grinding his erection into my tush . I joined in to his movements. The tank top I had on didn't cushion any feelings. He rubbed my nipples with his thumbs and started kissing my neck. I'm SO ticklish in my neck. He chuckled when I curled my head so as to try to stop him from kissing me there. Releasing one hand from my breasts, he reached down, lifted my skirt, and slipped it into my hose and panties, but from the front this time! That scared me. A strange man going there but I didn't stop him.  I was so wet now and I didn't want him to get yucky. Isn't that crazy! The thoughts that run through ones mind.

As his hand slid down, so did I. My natural reflexes and my conscious as a faithful wife were still working, so I involuntarily tried to avoid his advances by moving down also. Doing so made me settle to the floor but eventually I ran out of room to move further away from his touch. Once I was on my knees, his hand found me and moved in between my legs. Somehow Steve urged me down onto my stomach and we ended up laying down, right in front of the stereo. His body followed mine and he ended up laying on top of me. I was glad that he was behind me, so I didn't have to look at him. I kept my eyes closed, and relished in the way his hands were fervidly exploring my body.Now that I had nowhere left to go to avoid his advances , Steve wasted no time in working his fingers into my vagina. As his fingers worked deeper into me, it felt much the same as if I was rubbing my own breasts, and entering myself with my fingers as I do when I masturbate. Steve moaned a sound of approval when I reached down between my legs, covered his hand with mine and partnered my fingers with his as they were probing inside me. Yes! I could pretend that I was masturbating myself but, there was that bulge though! Pushing against my rear. It felt SO good. Better than I thought it would, or, that it should have, to a faithful wife.

By now my hose and panties were down past my hips and my skirt bunched at my waist.Breaking momentarily, he moved his body down and using the hand that had been between my legs, proceeded to push my hose and panties to my knees, my calves and then off my feet. I thought, "My goodness, he has long arms", seeing his upper hand never left my nipples.I also thought "I wonder if his penis is as long as his arms." Realizing this was heading much further than just petting, my conscious started to intervene and I said,
" NO, I can't do this. It's just not right!"
to which he replied, in a surprised and disappointed tone,
" You want me to stop?"
My guilt feelings said yes, but the feeling I was experiencing said no. I whispered,
" NO "
He asked,
" are you sure? "
I responded,
"yes I'm sure,,,don't stop."

Once my panties and hose left me, his hand rejoined mine again between my legs. His head was now right by my tush and he started to lick, kiss and softly bite my ass. Oh My! Not even my husband had ever done this! It felt "SO" good. Here's me, a virgin to everyone else but Mike, laying on the floor of our basement, getting my ass licked. Steve's tongue kept going deeper between my cheeks. It felt so strange. It felt so good. My heart was racing now. My mind and thoughts rushing. The lower Steve kissed, licked, and nibbled, the further my legs spread almost as if they had a mind of their own. Then it happened, the best, yet most embarrassing thing. Steve started to kiss and lick my bud. This went beyond naughty. It was pure lust. I could feel my stomach muscles beginning to involuntarily spasm. My vaginal secretions were actually running off my legs and making the carpet wet beneath me. His tongue and fingers seemed to be working as one. As his fingers probed deeper into my vagina, his tongue did likewise into my anus. Slowly but surely he managed to move deeper into me until finally his lips were pressed up tight against me.I started to shudder and felt my contractions intensifying in my abdomen, I knew I was coming to climax.

He must have sensed I was climaxing because he slid his body up onto me, pulled off my tank top and proceeded to poke and push his member against my anus.
I whispered,
" NO you can't! You don't have a condom on."
he replied
" I have one on."

I reached down , felt him, and sure enough he had one on! He had put one on when he went to the washroom! Steve must love Greek, but I wouldn't let him. I couldn't let him! It was bad enough that I was about to become an unfaithful wife, never mind being sodomized.

Without thinking and almost in a compensatory way, I guided him into my vagina. He didn't complain and as he pushed his penis into me I could feel him spreading tissue deep inside me that my husband had never been able to do. Even when I thought he was fully in me, his length moved deeper yet! I must have gasped or moaned, because he voiced,
"shhhhhh."

As he started thrusting, I could hear the slap, slap, sound as his pelvis met my buttocks and the squishing sounds of my wetness as he moved in and out of me. It's a good thing I was right by the stereo, so that I could reach out and turn up the volume to cover up the noises we were making. I started to climax after 6 or 8 thrusts and I held my face in the carpet in order to try and muffle my squeals of delight. Steve came to orgasm after 20-30 thrusts, just about the time that I was reaching my peak. After Steve was spent and once his breathing became somewhat more controlled, he whispered in my ear,
"Here, let me clean you up."

He then rolled me over, spread my legs and buried his face between them. Ever so gently, he licked and lapped up my pussy's nectar. I almost got caught up in the new sensations he was stirring up inside me, but just about that time the Cd ended and my mind rushed back to the thought of my Mike sleeping upstairs. I whispered,
" we should get dressed now."

While we were cleaning up and dressing I thought God!, What if Mike had woken and he had come downstairs as we were making it! I got Steve to leave as quickly as possible and no sooner was he gone, that all the guilt feelings rushed into my mind.

The next day,Sunday, I was hung over and SO, SO depressed. I kept going to the washroom to have a cry. Mike kept asking me,
" what's wrong."
I held out saying,
" Nothing."
I held out until mid afternoon and then I broke down and told him,
" something happened last night."
He calmly replied,
" I know. I was watching you from the top of the stairs."
I screamed at him,
" you're not mad, or jealous?"
He replied,
" No, not at all. I came two times watching you. The first time just after you changed the music, and the second time as you were gasping and moaning. I'm not mad, or jealous. I'm so turned on and I love you."

I told him he deserved that. Letting me flirt and him being so rude to Steve. He laughed and said,
"I knew Steve was hot for you. He couldn't take his eyes off you all night. As for being rude, if he liked me he probably wouldn't have seduced you"

So there it is. That's how it started. Even though I didn't let Mike touch me for weeks after that, eventually the anger and guilt subsided, leaving only the memories of the excitement I experienced that night.Within a month, I found myself fantasizing and yearning for those feelings again. Six weeks later I repeated with another man.Once again experienced guilt and depression afterward but the recovery period was much shorter this time.Within a year, I ended up going out every Friday or Saturday night looking to bring home a new guest to please Mike's voyeurism and my lust.

That was several years ago, and since then, when we go out together, I tell prospective guests my husband is my brother from out of town and staying over for the weekend. Other times, he stays home and I go out with my girlfriend, and then bring the man home. I phone before I come home and let him know I have company. He hides in the spare bedroom.

I'm so glad that the Steve was so sweet and such a good lover. If he would have been a dud, I wouldn't be sharing my experiences now.

Steve was fantastic, but he's not the best, and thinking back, knowing what I know now, I'm saddened that I rushed my him out of the door as I did. I never got to savor his taste. If I could do it all over again, we would have showered together, cuddled on the couch, and I would have made sure we satisfied each other orally.

Perhaps? one day I will meet up with him again and then I can make up for my nervousness that first time.

The Roommate

EveolutionX on Voyeur Stories

CHAPTER ONE

Siene was his roommate's girlfriend so she was off-limits. But Caden had wanted her ever since he'd moved in several months ago. He'd tried to put her out of his mind but things had only gotten worse.

A month ago he walked in on her in the bathroom as she was stepping out of the shower.

“Oh!” She jumped with surprise and grabbed for a towel, but not before he'd run his eyes down the length of her body, noting the water droplets dripping from her erect nipples and the soft curve of her pussy as it disappeare

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d between her legs, barely hidden by neatly trimmed curls of hair.

He slowly drew his eyes back up her body until his gaze met hers. Caden could see the alarm in her eyes but there was something else, too. Was it excitement? She gripped the towel modestly against her body but he thought maybe she was secretly pleased that he'd gotten a good look.

Caden stared at her with a provocative expression, making no move to leave.

"I have to get dressed," she said, shifting nervously in the small space.

Caden pressed a finger to his lips. "Shhhh," he whispered.

Then reaching out, he grasped her wrist and brought her hand against his jeans. He let out a little sigh of pleasure as he pressed her palm firmly against his throbbing erection.

Her eyes grew large and she glanced at Caden, her face a mixture of uncertainty and surprise. A second later Siene pulled her hand away and looked down at the floor.

"I - I really have to get ready. Anthony's going to be home any minute."

She refused to meet his gaze again so he stepped to the side and she hurried out the door, her half-naked body pressing against his as she brushed past him.

He watched her scamper into Anthony's bedroom, her towel falling open in the back, revealing her perfectly shaped ass for a few blissful moments before the door shut behind her.

He leaned against the bathroom doorway and unzipped his pants, freeing his thick cock. He stroked himself as he thought of her naked, wet body.

Caden was so turned on by their brief encounter that he climaxed in record time. When his cock erupted with hot cum, he pictured it spurting all over her pretty face.

He paused outside the shut bedroom door, hoping that perhaps Siene would open it and catch him holding his stiff cock, slick with cum. Just the thought of her seeing him in that condition kept him hard.

But she didn't emerge so Caden cleaned himself off in the bathroom and then retreated back to his own room. And not a moment too soon, either. Anthony's footsteps sounded in the hallway just a minute later.

For days he worried that she'd tell Anthony about the incident and he berated himself for being so bold. It had been a very risky move. But the days went by and Anthony never brought it up, so he guessed that Siene didn’t betray him. Life continued as normal.

Nearly every night Caden laid in the dark, masturbating to fantasies he created about her. Sometimes he imagined that he walked into the bathroom a few minutes sooner. He imagined slipping into the shower with her, running his hands over her wet body as he fucked her under the warm water.

Other times he fantasized that Siene had crept into his bedroom at night after Anthony was asleep, crawling under the covers with him. He imagined waking up just as she was penetrating herself on his hard cock, sliding it into her tight pussy. He pictured her big, firm tits rubbing against his chest as she rode him to orgasm.

He was finding it harder and harder to be around her when she visited Anthony at the apartment. Just laying eyes on her for a few seconds gave him a raging hard on. He was in agony. And he could tell that Siene knew he desired her. He'd caught her staring at him several times when she thought he wasn't looking.

Then last week he'd woken up thirsty in the middle of the night and was making his way through the dark to get some water from the kitchen when he heard noises coming from the living room. He'd quietly stepped back into the shadows.

When his eyes adjusted to the darkness Caden could see Anthony sitting naked on the couch. Siene was standing in front of him, wearing a short skirt and a tight sweater.

The moonlight was casting a soft glow through the window in the living room but Caden was safely hidden in the shadows of the foyer. He watched as Anthony reached his hands under Siene's skirt and pulled her panties off, sliding them down her legs and tossing them onto the floor.

He pulled her onto his lap and she straddled him. Anthony's cock was standing at attention beneath her hips. She lifted her skirt and rubbed his dick against her pussy, rocking back and forth, her clit sliding against the head of his cock. She moaned with pleasure.

Caden's own cock grew rock hard watching Siene pleasure herself. He'd never witnessed her being so free and open with her body. It was an incredible turn on.

Anthony pushed her sweater up over her breasts and Caden could see well enough to make out the lacy design of her bra. As Siene continued to rub her clit against his cock, Anthony gently pushed the fabric to the side and slipped his hands under her breasts and teased them away from the confines of the bra, leaving them exposed and framed by the black lace.

He fondled her breasts as he watched Siene masturbate on his cock. "Oh, yeah, rub your pussy on my dick."

Caden couldn’t resist any longer. He pulled his erect cock out of his pajamas and began stroking his hand up and down the thick shaft, staring at Siene as she rubbed her pretty pussy all over Anthony's hard dick, her beautiful tits exposed to the moonlight.

Anthony ran his hands through Siene's hair and pulled her face down to his, kissing her deeply, his tongue exploring the inside of her mouth. He slid his hands over her body and grabbed her by the ass, lifting her skirt, giving Caden a perfect view.

Anthony gently pushed Siene onto his stiff cock. She gasped as he entered her and let out a moan as his full girth penetrated her. Her ass came to rest against his balls, every inch of his cock stuffed inside her pussy. She moved her hips and began to ride him but he grabbed her firmly by the waist and stopped her movement.

"Not yet," he said wickedly, watching waves of pleasure wash over her face. "You like my big cock up your tight little pussy, don't you?" he asked, tracing his fingers around her erect nipples.

"Yes," she said, her breath coming in little gasps, "I want to fuck your big cock."

She wiggled her hips against him and he sighed with pleasure, but held firmly to her waist. She strained against him and moaned. "Oh, please,” she begged, “let me fuck your cock.”

Caden nearly came at the sound of Siene's dirty talk. His dick was so hard it almost hurt. She was so erotic. He wished that it was his cock in her pussy, making her beg to be fucked. Caden didn't know how Anthony was handling it. He couldn't have held back this long, not with Siene. He would have been pumping loads of hot cum inside her already.

Anthony kissed Siene's neck, his eyes full of lust. "I’m gonna fuck your little pussy, but first I want to make you cum all over my cock."

He ran his fingers along the folds of her pussy and pressed his thumb against her clit. Then he licked her nipples, sucking one and then the other into his mouth until they were rock hard. She squirmed on his lap, grinding her ass in little circles against Anthony's thumb.

Caden watched as she climaxed on top of his cock, her head thrown back in ecstasy, moaning loudly. "Oh, yes! Fuck!"

Siene gasped as her body trembled with orgasm and she bucked against him, her thighs shaking. Anthony groaned with pleasure as she writhed in his lap, his cock buried deep inside her.

He slowly began to move her against him, his hands on her ass, guiding her movements. She moaned heavily as he worked his cock in and out of her.

Caden could see that Siene was enjoying every little sensation of being fucked. Anthony began thrusting into her hard and fast, meeting her movements halfway.

"Yes, oh . . . yes, fuck me," she cried.

She rested her hands against the back of the couch, bringing her tits against his face. Anthony sucked on her nipples, flicking his tongue against her as he pushed her hips back and forth over his lap, impaling her pussy on his cock again and again.

Caden could see how wet her pussy was, her creamy juice running down Anthony’s balls, making a wet spot on the couch. He longed to taste her, to work his tongue into her secret folds and suck her clit until she came in his mouth. Given the chance he’d lick her clean after Anthony finished with her, he’d never been so turned on. Watching Siene take Anthony’s big cock up her pussy was so fucking hot.

"Oh, god, your pussy is so tight," Anthony gasped as he drove his cock into her.

He spread Siene's smooth ass cheeks and rubbed a wet finger over her asshole. Siene responded with ecstatic groans of pleasure. Anthony pushed firmly against her tiny hole and his finger slid inside her ass.

"You like my finger in your ass, don't you, baby?"

"Yes, yes!" she moaned, bucking her hips back against his hand.

Anthony pushed his finger in deeper as he continued to fuck Siene's pussy with his hard cock. This sent her over the edge and she exploded with pleasure, her body shaking.

Watching Siene cum a second time was too much for Caden and he orgasmed there in the shadows, stifling gasps of pleasure as hot cum squirted out of his cock.

Apparently it was all Anthony could take, too. "Oh, fuck! I'm cumming, baby!"

He gripped Siene's hips and thrust deeply inside her. "I'm cumming inside your hot pussy!"
He stiffened against the couch and Siene took over, riding his cock as he shot his load deep inside her.

“Oh, god, yeah,” he moaned as he pumped the last of his cum into her pussy.

Anthony wrapped his arms around her back and kissed her. She collapsed against him, resting her head on his chest. Their bodies glistened with sweat and they breathed heavily in post-coital bliss.

Caden quickly pulled off his shirt and used it to wipe off his hand and then the wall, where ropes of his thick, white cum had landed. Then he tiptoed back to his room.

As he crawled back into bed, he realized that he hadn't gotten the glass of water he'd gone after. Oh well, he thought. Watching Siene get her pussy fucked and her asshole fingered was definitely worth being thirsty.

Now that he knew she loved sex and acted like a dirty little slut, he was even more eager to fuck her. It had become very clear that he had to have her, one way or another...

Becoming Rich - Part 2

phang on Taboo Stories

The following morning I returned to the helicopter with my two shadows, Robert and William.  Chief Lewis was waiting with someone who looked familiar.  “Sir,” Lewis said, “This is Jonesy.”  “I know you.  You picked me up from the dock to start this entire mess.”  “Yes sir.  Nice to see you again.  I hear I’m working for you now.” 

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/span>“Right, let’s get out of here.”

 

When we got back to Galveston we pushed the chopper into the hanger.  While we were doing that, William was pulling a Gulfstream out with a small tug.  He hooked up a power cart and fired up the starboard engine.  We climbed aboard while William and Robert stored the luggage and put away the tug and power cart and closed up the hanger.  We then took off for Venezuela.  We arrived over land about an hour before dusk and started letting down towards the beach.  A runway had been carved out of the forest next to the beach and we landed there.  A Land Rover was waiting next to the hanger and we climbed aboard.  The driver was a beautiful woman about 30 years, full figured, and lips that just screamed to be kissed.  We drove for about an hour up into the mountains on a switchback road arriving at a huge mansion.  There were armed guards at the gate.  Mean looking men with AK74s slung over their shoulders.  We pulled up to the front door and there were about 30 people lined up in front of the house.  The driver got out and said something in Spanish to the people assembled.  She then came to me and introduced herself.  “Señor, I am Aurora.  I run the household.  Everyone you see here reports to me.  I hire and fire at my discretion.  That is the way your uncle wanted it.  That is the way I expect it to be.”  I instantly liked this lady.  No nonsense about her.  She reminded me a little of a drill instructor I once knew.  She started introducing me to the staff and telling me of their functions.  When she got to the end of line there were three girls.  She introduced them as her daughters – Lara, 13 years old; Angelina, 14 years old, and Christina, 15 years old.  I remembered Ruby saying something about “the lady who lives in Venezuela and her daughters.”

 

We went inside and were shown to our rooms.  Mine was on the second floor and was about 36 feet long to a side.  The king sized bed looked small inside this immense room.  The ceiling was about 12 feet tall with a beautiful chandelier hanging from the center.  A big screen TV was on one wall and a large overstuffed lounge chair in front.  A table was next to the chair with the remote control and a humidor.  I looked inside and it was full of Cuban cigars.  Now that is something I will enjoy.  There was a fully stocked wet bar in the corner.  The bath had no door separating it from the bedroom.  There was a sunken spa for a tub and a shower that could have held 6 people.  The shower had a bench along one side and nozzles on all the sides and top.  The control panel was next to the bench.  I was looking forward to discovering how this thing worked.  My telephone rang and when I answered it Aurora asked me what time did I want dinner served.  I asked her what time would be convenient for her, and it seemed to please her.  “About 8 pm would be most convenient, sir.”  I decided I had time for a shower, so I went into the bath and looked for the closet.  I opened a door and it led into a hallway with doors on both side.  Each door was a closet and there were clothes there for all occasions, including camouflage.  They were all new and in my size.  I could not believe how organized my uncle was preparing this for his death.  I looked for a clothes hamper to put my dirty clothes in but could not find one.  I picked up the phone and it was answered immediately.  I asked about a dirty clothes hamper and was told to leave the clothes anywhere or on the floor.  They would be taken care of.  I stripped and got into the shower.  I played with the controls until I had a hot shower with water coming at me from 5 different directions at once with enough pressure to sting the skin.  It was marvelous.  When I got out of the shower Christina was standing there with a towel for me.  I immediately covered up, but Christina did not turn away.  She told me to turn around so she could dry my back.  I told her I could dry myself, but she said it was her job, and if she did not do it she would get into trouble.  I turned around and she started drying me.  She seemed to spend a lot of time on my buttocks.  As she was kneeling down drying my legs, she said, “You are a lot larger than your uncle.”  “Yes, I understand I am taller than he was.”  “No, señor, I mean your member.  It is much longer and much wider.  I am looking forward to feeling it inside me.”  “Christina, you are only 15 years old.”  “Si, señor, but that is okay.  It is the custom of our people that the Patron is the first person a girl has.  My mother’s first time was with your uncle, my sister Angelina’s first time was with your uncle, my first time was with your uncle.  You are expected to be the first for my sister Lara.”  “Lara is only 13 years old.  I could not make love to her.”  “Si señor, I understand.  But she turns 14 next week and mama expects you to make love to her on the big boat as your uncle did to me and Angelina.”  With that, she handed me the towel and said she would see me at dinner and walked away.  What the hell had I gotten myself into?  My uncle must have been a sex god with all these good looking young Latin ladies waiting for their turn to be fucked.  I got dressed and went downstairs.  Lewis and Jonesy were there.  “Captain, can we talk to you a minute in private?”  We went outside.  I handed each of them a cigar.  They raised their eyebrows when they saw they were hand rolled Cubans.  “The house is full of them.  We might as well smoke them,” I laughed.  We lit up and walked to the end of the porch and sat down.  The view of the ocean was beautiful.  “What’s on your minds?”

“Mr. Kelly,” Jonesy began, “It’s the girls.”  “First thing, my name is John.  I expect you to use it unless we are dealing with an important client.  In front of the household staff or guards, it’s John.  Especially when William or Robert.  Now, what girls, and what about them?”  We were getting dressed having just stepped out of the shower and suddenly there was a young girl standing there with a towel and wanted to dry us.  They looked at us like meat staring at our crotch.  They can’t be much over 16 or 17 years old.”  I laughed and described my encounter a moment ago.  “Are you going to do it?  Fuck a 14 year old?”  “I don’t think so, but I have to keep up appearances, don’t I?” I joked.  We all laughed and continued smoking the cigars.  Robert and William came out and joined us.  They refused the cigars but did sit down and relax.  “How did you get the name, ‘Snake’?”  “From snake eaters.  I actually ate several of them, getting to like the taste.”  “How about you William, did you acquire a handle?”  “Yep.”  “Well, let’s hear it.”  “Nope.”  Robert laughed and said, “His name is ‘Pole’.”  Lewis asked him if he was Polish.  Robert busted out laughing again.  “No, he got the name when we were in Bosnia.  Bill walked behind a tree to take a piss and a hooker was in the grass with a GI and looked up and pointed at Bill and said, ‘God, what a pole.’  You see, Bill has been blessed with an 11-inch dick.”  Everyone except William laughed.  When I saw that William was not laughing, I realized it was a true story.  “Well tell, me Pole.  Did any of the girls from my uncle’s harem ever see you naked?”  “Sir, two of them won’t leave me alone.  They are always bringing other girls to my room to show their friends they aren’t lying about my dick.”  With that we all had a good laugh.  Aurora came out to the porch and told us dinner was ready.  It was a superb meal, and the desert following was light and delicious.  Brandy was served, but since I don’t drink Aurora brought me a cup of strong coffee.  We relaxed and talked awhile and decided to turn in.  It had been a long day and I was tired.  When I went into my room, the bed had been turned down, a robe was on the bed, house slippers next to the bed, and Aurora waiting in the room in a negligee that was so sheer it almost disappeared.  Her full brown breasts next to the lime green of the negligee was a beautiful sight.  She came towards me and I could she also shaved.  I guess my uncle liked shaved pussy since every woman I had seen in his employment  had a shaved pussy.  Aurora took my jacket and placed it on a valet.  She pushed me down in a chair and removed my shoes and socks.  I started to speak and she placed her finger in front of her mouth and shook her head.  She untied my tie and started unbuttoning my shirt.  I reached for her and she wagged her finger at me.  She stood me up and continued unbuttoning my shirt pulling it off my shoulders letting it fall to the floor.  She pulled my t-shirt over my head and ran her hand over my abdomen moaning in approval.  As she took off my belt, she leaned in and bit my nipple.  It hurt!  She laughed!  She then unbuttoned and unzipped my pants pulling them down to my ankles.  She then reached through the slit in my boxer shorts and grasped my manhood.  She pulled it out from it’s hiding place and held it in both her hands looking at it approvingly.  She continued to turn it and look at it as it swelled to full erection.  She smiled and kissed the head and licked the pre-cum from the end.  She yanked my shorts down and stood up pressing against me.  I could feel the heat from breasts and crotch through her negligee.  I could not resist anymore and reached around her and grabbed her by the ass pulling her into me.  She smiled and raised her head to kiss me.  She released the kiss and allowed me to kiss down her neck to the hollow at the base of her throat.  She whispered that she was my uncle’s favorite and she wanted to show me why.  I untied the string at the neck and pushed the negligee off her shoulders letting it fall to the floor.  I picked her up and carried her to the bed.  I lay her on the bed and looked at her closely.  No stretch marks were visible.  Her abdomen was a 6-pack of muscle.  There was no fat on her legs or arms showing great muscle definition.  Her figure was magnificent.  The areola of her breasts were large and covered the entire end of her breasts.  Her nipples were the size of medium sized grapes and protruding proudly from her flesh.  Her labia were swollen and waiting to be abused.  I could see the “little man in the boat” standing erect awaiting the storm sure to come.  Before I could touch her, Aurora sat up and took me into her mouth, stroking me and sucking me at the same time.  She lightly dragged her teeth along the shaft then twirled her tongue around the head.  She lightly sucked my testicles while massaging them and stroking my dick.  She reached around and started to insert a finger up my ass, but I pulled away.  I am not into that, but it still felt good as she moved her hands around my ass.  I didn’t want to come yet, so I pulled back and took one of her tits in my mouth while massaging the other, pulling the nipple and pinching it and rolling it between my thumb and forefinger.  She continued stroking me and massaging my balls.  I let my hand trail down over her abdomen tickling her stomach lightly causing her to twitch.  I moved down from her abdomen to her thighs, lightly trailing my fingers inside of her thighs, deliberately avoiding her pussy lips.  She spread her legs and tried to move to cause me to touch her pussy.  I trailed my fingernails along the top of her labia tickling them and causing her to push up wanting me to go further.  I started kissing down her torso pausing at her navel and reaming it with my tongue while at the same time trailing my finger down her slit without pushing them apart.  She was making all kinds of mewing noises and could not keep still.  I kissed down to the top of her slit and brought my tongue down the top between the lips until finding her clit.  “OHHH!”, she moaned.  I started working over her clit while separating her lips with my finger.  She was so wet.  I slowly pushed my finger into her to the first knuckle. and moved it around.  She kept pushing upward wanting me to do more.  I lightly nipped her clit with my teeth while at the same time pushed my finger completely into her.  “OHHH!”, she again moaned.  I kept at her kissing, sucking and nipping her clit while I inserted two fingers into her and working her into a frenzy.  She exploded in a climax.  It was the first time I had seen a woman ejaculate as fluid ran out of her onto the bed.  I turned her around and spread her legs.  I moved up to the bed and rammed my cock into her.  The bed was the perfect height for fucking someone while standing up.  She wrapped her legs around me and pulled me into her.  She was strong and her leg muscles clasped me tightly.  I could hardly move in and out she was holding me so tight.  She finally relaxed her hold on me a little and I started pumping with conviction.  Her breasts were swaying and bouncing with each stroke.  I noticed they were out of sync with each other, but I continued pounding into her.  The sight of my dick going into this brown, naked pussy and her breasts bouncing took me over the edge and I came.  It was a hard orgasm deep from within.  It felt like it would never quit squirting, but alas, it did.  I lay down on top of her without withdrawing.  She stroked my face and raked her nails down my back to my ass.  She looked at me and I noticed she was crying.  “Are you okay?”  “It had never been like that before.  I have had orgasms, but no one has ever taken the time to totally satisfy me like you did.  You thought of my pleasure before your own.  I am glad you will be Lara’s first.  She will know the pleasures of being totally satisfied and I know you will be gentle with her.”  I could not believe my ears.  Here this beautiful woman was giving me permission to fuck her teenage daughter – even encouraging it.  “Aurora, are you sure you want me to make love to your 13-year-old daughter?”  “No, señor.  Not until she turns 14.  Never at 13.  But between now and then, I want this pleasure for Christina and Angelina.  Would you do this for me?”  I stammered something like yes, but was totally flabbergasted.  We crawled into the bed and when I awoke the next morning I was alone.

 

After breakfast, Snake, Pole, Lewis, Jonesy, and I went down to see the ship.  It was quite a site.  Painted bright white, one could see it was steel,  It was not polished smooth like the fiberglass boats, but it would take the sea better.  It had a bulbous nose, stabilizers, and held enough fuel for over 25,000 miles.  It was state of the art in electronics.  The engine room was clean to perfection.  Three men came over and told me they were the crew for the ship.  They recognized Snake and Pole and greeted them.  Snake had told me that there was a yacht in the boat house.  He felt these men would be put out by replacing them.  So, when we met, I told the men that we would be taking long trips on this ship, but I needed them here to take care of the 102’ ft. yacht and keep it in operating order.  I had heard they were the best, and I wanted the best for my best ship.  They smiled and agreed, especially since I tossed in a 10% raise.  We went into the crew quarters behind the engine room.  Behind a secret panel were the electronics Snake and Pole would monitor.  We would never transmit anything except normal satellite communications, but in the middle of this data stream would be burst transmissions encoded into our message.  It could not be monitored with identical equipment at the distant end.  We decided to take the ship out for a test run.  The five of us had no trouble with the ship and we brought it back to dock with no problems at all.  Aurora and her daughters started stocking the ship for our upcoming voyage next week.  Snake smiled and said to Lewis, Jonesy and me, “You guys are going to get your ass fucked off.”  Lewis said he did that last night with one of the maids.  Jonesy said he did, too.  They looked at me and I just smiled.  “So tell me, Snake.  Do you and Pole get fucked like this, too?”  “Yep.  These girls do like to fuck, so we always oblige them.  Pole always get the older ones since the younger ones can’t take that big dick of his.”  With that we all laughed and returned to the house.

 

With that part two of “Becoming Rich”ends.  Part three will be on the ship.

ImTanMan25 on Love Stories

I awoke and looked at the clock.  Could it really be 06:00?  Did last night really happen? 

 

 

 

          Then I heard it; the shower was running.  Maybe it wasn’t a dream.

 

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          But what did I remember?  I seem to remember going to a bar and having what was probably a few too many drinks.  I seem to remember a woman, a very attractive woman at that.  Did I really take her home with me?  Did we really do all the things I think we did?

 

 

 

          I look around the room and see clothing strewn about the place.  I can see my pants and boxers in one spot and my short clear across the room.  And, a dress.  A red dress.  Are those black panties hanging from the door knob?  Is that a black bra on my dresser?

 

 

 

          I sit up and place my feet on the cold floor.  Naked, I stand up and creep closer to the bathroom door.  It’s ajar.  I can see the mirror is fogged up.  It’s all coming back to me.

 

 

 

          I notice the shower doors are fogged too but I can see the shadowy figure behind the doors washing.  It’s obviously a woman.  She seems to be lost in though while washing her hair.  I can hear her humming a little song to herself.

 

 

 

          I clear my throat to make myself known.  She giggles but keeps on about her business.  I take that as in invitation.

 

 

 

          I slowly and quietly open the shower door and step in behind her.  She has her head thrown back as she runs her hands through her soapy hair.

 

 

 

          I can smell her from here.  She smells wonderful.  I have to get closer.

 

 

 

          I take the single step towards her that separates us.  I place my hands on her shoulders and begin to rub my thumbs into her flesh.  I am greeted with an “mmmm” and she obviously approves of me touching her.

 

 

 

          I run my hands down her arms and back up.  Even though the shower is hot, I can feel the goose bumps forming on her skin.  I pull her close to my body.  I can feel myself beginning to harden.

 

 

 

          I reach around her with my right arm and begin to fondle her breast.  I knead her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.  I can feel it become erect with my touch.

 

 

 

          Down below, my now erect cock has worked its way between her thighs and I can feel her squeezing and relaxing her legs.

 

 

 

          My left arm works around her front and begins to slowly travel down her front side.  Over her stomach, my fingers still travel down.  I come to her trimmed pubic hair.  Not shaved, but not fully grown, she obviously keeps it trimmed into what’s commonly known as a “landing strip.

 

 

 

My fingers begin to explore her womanhood.  Even though we are in the shower, the wetness I can feel on my fingers is not the water.  I begin to massage her clit with my thumb while I slowly slide a finger into her waiting pussy.  I can hear her breathes become more shallow as my finger penetrates her.  She pushes her back into me and throws her head back.  I accept the invitation and begin to nibble on her neck.  I occasionally work my way to her earlobe, then back to her neck.  I want more.  I need more.  I think she feels the same way.

 

 

 

“Lets head back to bed” She agrees.

 

 

 

She leads the way taking my hand.  She turns to face me and our tongues meet.  Fighting for control.  Her hands are traveling up and down my back.  My hands return the favor.  I lower my grasp and take her checks into my hands and begin to squeeze.

 

 

 

We lower ourselves onto the bed and continue our kissing.  She breaks the kiss and places her hands on my shoulders and gives me a gently downward push.  I know what she wants.

 

 

 

I kiss and lick my way down her body. I can feel her shiver, but I know it’s not due to being cold.  I know anticipation when I feel it.

 

 

 

I can feel her part her legs to allow me easier access to her garden.  She places her legs over my shoulders and uses them to pull me closer.  Her aroma is overpowering.  I have to taste her.  I can see her juices glistening on her lips.  I move closer. 

 

 

 

I use my fingers to part her lips and begin to go to work with my tongue.  While licking, I use my fingers to apply a light circular pressure to her clit.

 

 

 

I change positions and begin to gently nibble on her clit while I insert a finger into her waiting hole.  In and out I slide it slowly.  Then faster and faster.  Then back to slow.

 

 

 

I notice a definite increase in the wetness on my face as she reaches an orgasm.

 

 

 

She tells me to come up on the bed and lay on my back.  She positions her pussy over my face while positioning her face over my throbbing cock.  I can feel her teasing my head with her tongue.  She runs her tongue up and down the underside.  I guess she knows that is the most sensitive part.  Her mouth feels amazing.  She takes my entire length in her mouth and begins to give me the best blow job I have ever had.  She also fondles my balls with the lightest touch.  Her skilled fingers send shivers down my spine.

 

 

 

She then presses her pussy close to my face encouraging me to continue my earlier work.  I gladly obey.  We both drive each other to orgasm.  Each of us swallowing whatever fluids we have to give.

 

 

 

She then turns around and begins to rub my now flaccid manhood until its hardness returns.  She positions herself over my rod and lowers her body onto me.  I can feel her inner folds welcome me inside her warmth.  She begins to ride me, slowly at first.  I can feel her grind her hips against mine when she is in a lower position. At times, she seems to just drop onto me, while at other times she gently and slowly lowers herself.  I can reach up and fondle her breasts while she rides me.

 

 

 

“Get behind me” is all I hear her say.  I more than willingly change positions.

 

 

 

She gets on her knees and I position myself behind her.  I grab her hips and pull her close to me.  I put the head of my cock against her lips and insert just the tip.  She thrusts her hips back onto me and I ram into her with force.  She grunts and begins to rock back and forth.  I think her animal side is taking over.  I can hear her tell me to “fuck me harder” and “oh yeah, make me your bitch”.  Something tells me she is feeling pretty good.

 

 

 

I can feel my ball sac contract.  I know I’m about to cum.  I tell her and she tells me that she is on the pill, and that she wants to feel me fill her with my juice.  I shoot load after load of cum into her hot box.

 

 

 

We collapse, covered with a thin sheen of sweat, curl up and fall asleep in each others arms.  I guess we’ll have to try that shower thing again when we wake up.

 

 

My Cyber Master Part II

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My Cyber Master

Part II

 

It was the box in the mail that tormented me all day.  It had come special delivery. Not very large, but large enough that it could contain just about anything sexual and My Master surely was sending me something sexual.  Worst of all he had told me it was coming and then ordered me not to open it until tonight.

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yes">  For two days I’d considered what might be in side this package and my thoughts were driving me into a wild frenzy of sexual excitement.  At last the time came to open it and inside a found two smaller boxes and a bag of fine white crystal. 

 

The first box contained a large, a really, really large rubber phallus with a suction cup.  Every detail was correct from its huge head to the network of veins and huge, swollen sack ending in a large suction cup.  I ran my fingers over the length wondering if I could handle what My Master would demand me to do with this toy.  It was so much bigger than any man I’d ever had, bigger than any of my fantasies.  I could hardly reach my hands around it girth and I got out a tape to measure it.  It measured 14 inches long and 8 and ½ inches around.  The thickest guy I’d ever fucked had been 6 and ½ inches around and most were only half as long as this 14 inch monster.  I tried to suck on the tip and could barely get the head in my mouth.  I liked it pretending it was Master’s cock and I longed for his body beside me, his hands taking me further, and his desires feeding my own, until I melted into him completely.  My pussy was flooding, my nipple crinkling hard with arousal and I squirmed in my chair, suddenly climaxing.

 

When I came back to earth I began to wonder about my climax.  I had come just from anticipation and fantasy about the cock I held in my mouth.  They thought of My Master taking me, in person, had yielded a complete and total sexual response from my body and mind.  I opened the second package and found two items designed, I thought, for my nipples, but I was at a loss to tell exactly how they worked.  There was a cup-like opening for the nipple and a large suction cup on the other side.  Clearly the nipple was to be drawn though the tiny neck by suction, however when I looked up the opening was blocked by what looked like metal spikes pointed toward the middle like spokes on a wagon wheel.  There was no way my nipples were going to get through metal no matter how much suction.

 

I picked up My Masters letter and read the familiar salutation that never fails to make my pussy respond.  “My Dearest Slut Slave,” Everyone I knew, everyone I was friends with, everyone who had ever been a lover knows me as a shy, perhaps even prudish woman, but My Master understood I was really a dirty little slut needing punishment, needing to be sexually used and tortured, needing to be forced to cum over and over.  “Take petroleum jelly and thoroughly coat you nipples pulling them outward as far and as hard as you can.”  Oh with pleasure Master,” I say out loud entering into my fantasy.  I work my nipples forcing them erect and stiff and pull them very hard as the slip slowly free from my fingers only to be pinched once more by my eager fingers and tugged forward until I am working them with real passion, my moans becoming audible and pleasure filled, my whole cunt tingling with anticipation. 

 

“Now it is time to apply the suction cups.  Please be aware my pet that these are going to cause you some pain in application and a lot more in removal.  They are designed to cut your nipples when removed and you will have to apply the white powder to keep the cuts clean and to increase your pain.  Have the bag open and ready for use.  Be aware that once applied there is no way out except for the pain so carefully consider.”  I was past consideration, my body on fire.  I only wanted the increased passion that danger and pain brought.  I wanted My Master to do evil things just like this to me.  I so wanted to be sexually hurt.  The thought of being tortured until my nipples bled nearly made me cum again.

 

I looked once more at the devices and poked a finger tip up toward the neck and found the pins were actually wheel like devices that would turn as my nipple entered and move with them allowing easy entry.  I placed it over my left nipple and began to repeatedly squeeze the suction cup the Vaseline allowing the metal cup a airtight seal .  It was as if a forceful mouth had taken my sensitive nipple into its warmth and was sucking it ever further into its depths and my body loved the sensation.  My tip had met the metal pin barrier and was pulled through the opening which was much tighter than I had thought and a tiny degree of pain surged up from my stretching nipple as the who of it entered and narrow neck and moved beyond the tightness of the pins now centered way at the base of my nipple the flesh of my areola now being pinned firmly in the device.  I stopped and let the heavy metal object hang form my nipples bringing all sorts of new and mostly painful sensations as it tugged and pulled at my fully aroused nipple.  I quickly applied the other to my right nipple knowing I would gain no relief from my arousal until My Master saw I suffered, as I deserved to, for being a dirty slut.

 

I left both of them on my nipples their weight dragging my upturned nipples downward and I read the next line of My Master’s letter.  “Next find the two cords I included and you will see one end has a small loop.  Take the ends without the loop and tie one to each of the small metal loop on the nipple clamps.  Then take the big cock and attach it to the wall just the right height to fuck you from behind.  Position yourself just in front of that big cock and then lean over and touch your toes and while you are there slip the cords loop over your big toes, then lean back and fuck my hard cock.”

 

It was diabolical!  I had to lean so far over my nipples were in agony if I applied any pressure at all to the cords and I couldn’t avoid doing it while I fucked the rubber cock and I wanted to feel the monster inside of me more than anything.  I leaned back feeling the horse sized dong enter me, gasping and grunting like the little whore I am, but the nipple pain became sharper with each movement and I saw little drops of fresh, bright red, blood begin seeping from under the clamps and down my breasts.

 

I was so excited that I watched the blood with casual indifference and a certain pride in the fact that I was truly being tortured.  The main distraction though was this huge item buried in my needy little cunt.  I thrust back and forth on the rubber dong my cries audible for all the world to hear.  If anyone else heard my sounds they must have know I was having the hell fucked out of me.  The organ ran its large head up against my front vaginal wall in a way nothing ever has and pushed me steadily on toward climax but the pressure was light and fleeting and involuntarily my desperate need for climax forced me upright.  Both clamps pulled free of my nipples in a brief searing moments of sharp biting pain and then impaled by the large cock I climaxed as pleasure and pain mixed and fought with each other for mastery. 

 

As my spasms began to die away I saw my nipples were covered in blood while drops ran down my firm white breasts, following the curving undersides to my chest wall and some red tracks were working down my ribs toward my belly.  Fascinated, I broke out of my fantasy for a moment to get the digital camera and took shot after shot my myself using the timer, the tripod and even my reflection in the mirror.  Then as blood still welled up from my damaged nipples I picked up My Masters letter.

 

“Take a handful of the white crystals in each hand the rub the palm-full over your nipples.  The pain will increase.  As it does take you crystal covered hands and let them take turns slapping you hot, wet pussy as hard as you can until you cum.  Then you can clean up and play as much as you wish”

 

Taking the white powdery substance in my hands I cupped my nipples rubbing them vigorously for just a few moment before the pain began and I realized it was crystallized salt being rubbed in my wounds quite literally.  I panted in pain for a moment and then desperately began slapping at my clit, salt flying from my fingers and after just a few impacts I realized that the tiny abrasive crystals were producing micro cuts all over my pussy lips and clit, which began to burn an hurt and yet I couldn’t stop.  Relief was a climax and I pushed brutally onward until at last I found blessed relief in my rhythmic contractions of pleasure and then stumbled toward the shower, all my pleasure centers hurting and damaged, yet over sensitized for pleasure which left me unaccountable aroused.

 

When clean I could see my nipples has been cut multiple times from the base to the tip in a rising spiral as cleanly as if done with a razor.  Only upon reflection did I realize the “pins” were actually sharpened blades, dull on the entry side but surgically sharp on the other.  The spiral effect can from the blades honed and beveled edge.  The cuts were already clotted and nearly invisible except at very close range.  It was more than amazing – it was artistic and erotically charged to see such sexual art cut into my body.  I reached for the shower massage and directed it between my legs a soft purring noise coming from my throat as I drifted back into pleasure.  “Oh Master, I hope you can taker me in person soon.”

     

 

Questions, comments and suggestions are welcome Tomascan06@yahoo.com 

 

 

 

My Sisters Christmas Present To Me

sexytime on Incest Stories

This story is about what happened between my sister and me on Christmas Day.

First off let me tell you a little about us. I am on Christmas break in my freshman year of college, 18 years old, 6’0 190 lbs and I have a 7 ½ inch long dick which I’m very proud of. Rachel, my sister is 16, a junior in high school; about 5’4 and id guess 110 lbs. She also has 32C breasts and a great ass and athletic body because she’s a tennis player. As children we were always close friends and never argued like most siblings.

So my story starts off on Christmas Eve…

    My parents, sister, and I were all sitting in our living room around 11 o’clock talking to each other.  I decided to head up to bed because I was
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getting tired and Rachel hopped up and said she was going to bed also. When I got upstairs I changed into shorts and a t-shirt and went to brush my teeth. Just before I got to the bathroom I looked through Kelly’s open door and saw her standing in front of a mirror in sweatpants and a bra. She was feeling her tits and seeing how they looked in the mirror. As she bent over to pull her sweatpants off she gave me a great view of her amazing ass and the green and red thong she was wearing. As she stood up and looked at her body in the mirror she saw my reflection and looked me right in the eyes. I hurriedly walked right back to my room and shut the door. I know had a raging hard on and I knew I couldn’t get this one to go away without jacking off so I lay down on my bed with my laptop and started watching porn. After about 5 minutes I was ready so I pulled out my dick and started stroking it. It felt amazing but the only problem was I couldn’t concentrate on imagining it was my girlfriend who was doing it. My mind kept wandering back to Rachel standing there in her underwear. Finally I caved and although I thought it was wrong I imagined Rachel taking off all her clothes as I stroked my dick. When I came it was one of the hardest orgasms in my life. I shot out at least 5 huge strands of cum.  I fell asleep that night with the image of Rachel pulling down her sweatpants in my head.

    The next morning Rachel came running into my room at 8 and jumped right on top of me. “WAKE UP BIG BROTHER ITS CHRISTMASS!!” she shouted. I opened my eyes to find her straddling me with her hands on my chest. She was wearing a white tank top and red shorts that said “Ho Ho Ho” on her ass. As I got up it took all of my energy not to get a boner. We walked downstairs to find tons of presents under the tree waiting to be unwrapped.

    After unwrapping our presents and eating breakfast our parents told us they were going to our neighbors house for brunch and that we were welcome to join them if we wanted. I said I was going to stay back here because I knew it would be very boring for me over there. Rachel said she would stay at home to keep me company. As they were leaving they said they would be back in an hour (which we both knew meant way more than one hour).

    After taking all my presents up to my room I laid down on bed thinking maybe ill play some Xbox. Just as I got it turned on I heard my phone vibrate with a new text message. It was from my sister and it said “Hey Jake can you come into my room? Sorry I forgot I still have a present for you”. “ This is strange,” I thought as I walked in and didn’t see her there. Just as I turned to leave she walked out of her bathroom and I froze as I saw her. I could see her dark nipples through her white tank top because she was still dripping wet from the shower she had just taken. As my eyes moved down to her waist I could see a clear camel toe because the shorts she was wearing were so tight and had been rolled up so much. She walked right up to me, wrapped her arms around me, looked me in the eyes and said in one of the most seductive voices I’ve ever heard, “Merry Christmas Jake”. She leaned up and put her lips on mine while never breaking eye contact. She held her lips there, just barely touching mine waiting for my reaction, but my mind was frozen. I was stuck between kissing her back or turning and leaving. Just as I was about to turn and leave I remembered what I had seen the night before and I knew that I had to have her. The second I started to put pressure onto her lips she knew she had won. I felt her tongue on my lips and opened my mouth allowing it in. It was one of the most passionate kisses I’ve ever had. We just stood there, our arms wrapped around each other, our tongues locked together.

    Rachel was the first to break the kiss by pushing me back onto her bed. She climbs on top of me and as she sits down she feels my hard cock between her legs. I look at her in shock hoping she won’t think it’s a turn off. But she smiles at me and begins dry humping me and rubbing her camel toe on it. This really turns me on so I reached up and pulled her shirt off over her head. The sight of her hard nipples and young, perky tits nearly made me cum in my pants. AS I began sucking on her nipples and twisting them between my fingers she started moaning which only got me hornier.

    After a few minutes she pulled my head away and reached down and pulled my shorts down letting my cock finally be free. She got on all fours and began to suck my cock. OH MY GOD you would have thought she had been doing it her whole life. I can honestly say she gave me the best blowjob of my life. As she was blowing me I pulled her ass over so it was right in front of my face. I saw her pussy had made a huge wet spot on her shorts and I knew I needed to taste her juices. I pealed her shorts down her ass and off her dripping wet pussy and spread her legs over my head. First I just licked up all her juices around her pussy and on her fat, swollen lips. Then I parted her lips and began to attack. I ran my tongue up and down her slit, which made her squirm like mad with pleasure. As my tongue was darting in and out of her cunt I could feel my own orgasm building so I knew I needed to move fast. I started licking and sucking on her clit, which brought screams of pleasure from her. I knew she was close and right as she started to orgasm I shoved 2 fingers into her soaked pussy. The sight of her cumming and her juices everywhere was too much for me and I shot my load all in her mouth and on her tits.  After we came down she walked into the bathroom to wipe herself off and I just sat there staring at her amazing ass and body, which made my cock begin to harden again. When she came back in she laughed because I instantly got hard at the sight of her. My smile faded when she told me to get off her bed. She lay down, spread her legs in the air and said “fuck me”. I almost ran over to her and aimed my dick up with her pussy I froze. Her pussy looked amazing. First of all it was shaved and tight because she was so young, but the thing that got me was how wet it still was, her lips was glistening wet. “Fuck me already!” she said, and right as I got my head against her lips, ready to push in we hear the door open downstairs and mom and dad walking in….

Mommy and Lindsay pt 2

mrpriss on Incest Stories

Mommy and Lindsay pt. 2

I woke the next morning. It was Saturday. I got out of bed and went to go make coffee and breakfast. I heard the bed in my daughters room squeak. The next minute I saw Lindsay walking out in a short nighty.

 Good Moring! We both say.

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"margin: 0in 0in 0pt"> So mom, I was thinking about what I was doing night before last and I came up with an answer. I want to learn.

Learn what? Oh learn…. I get it now.

 So….. what do u say mom?

 Well I guess I would rather have u learn here at home than with some creep  u think u love. So that’s a yes. I will teach you young grasshopper.

 Thank you, o great teacher.

 (This was just a joke… this is not a story about having masters and slaves.)

 So I guess we should have some rules.

1. you cant tell anyone

2. No clothes in the house unless we have company. Even then no panties or bras.

3. No secrets either

Are those fair enough Lindsay?

Sure

So go get dressed and remember the rules!

As soon as we were dressed we went to go do some shopping.

Lindsay's shopping                                                         

3 sheer thongs

2 short nighties

1 new vibrator

Mom's shopping

4 thongs

1 nighty

1 strap on dick

2 tubes of lube

So we got home and ate something. Then we decided that we were both kinda stincky from shopping, so we took a shower together.

We got in and i started on my daughter. While lathering her up with soap, i asked her an oodd question... "Hey, have u ever shaved ur pussy?"

"Nope."

 

"Do you want me to?"

 

Yes please! she said eagerly

 

So i grabbed a new razor from the shelve and started my work.

 

I gave my daughter a little strip going up her pussy.

 

"wow mom, i love it!"

 

Good! Im glad u do.

 

So do you know the most basic way of pleasuring urself?

 

Im not sure...

 

Do u want me to show you?

Yes please!

 

Okay lets get out of here and go lay on the bed.

 

So once we were laying on the bed stark naked, i started rubbing my pussy to show Lindsay how to do it. She was mirroring me.

 

First i started with circling around my clit. The once i was horny and wet i put my finger in my pussy entrance.

 

Going in and out i slowly worked myself to my first orgasm of the day.

I saw Lindsay wasnt getting herslef anywhere and went to help.

 

I went down on her to get her wet.

 

"Unh oh oh yes ahh" she was moaning.

Feel good baby?

"Unh oh yess fuck yeah! im cumming mommy! fuck! yes unh unh ohhh yes harder with ur tongue. yesss" was what i got in reply.

I started squeezing her nipples until they were hard as rocks.

"That was great mom!!" She says."Im getting tired and hungry. wanna get something to eat?"

sure kid!

 

so we went and made a small meal of tomatoe soup and then went to bed.

 

        ************** More later. Please no emails!**********

Twisted Sister Part Two

TwistedDemise on Incest Stories

I woke up next to Lora my mind coming out of its sleep riddled fog. In the darkness of the night I must have rolled away from Lora’s side. I felt alone rolling onto my side I caught sight of my sister. Lora had slid under the blankets at some point in the night. I could see her outline in the darkness of the night. Crickets chirped out on the porch so I knew it wasn’t close to morning yet.

I lay on my side now in the darkness looking over my sister. I still was in shock that we had made love. I could still feel Lora’s caress as I lay there knowing how good it had felt. It was then I decided I would have to show her how much I had enjoyed the night. I reach

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ed over and carefully pulled down the blanket stopping a moment. Lora began to whimper as the blanket exposed her the more of her I saw the more I knew I had to taste her again.

I kept pulling on the cover now knowing what I wanted I exposed her to the night air. Coming in closer to her I could feel her body heat I stopped a second to look her over again. Lora’s blonde hair was spread out on the pillow making her look so innocent. Her tits rose and fell with each of her breaths the tan skin contrasted perfectly with her mocha aleora and nipple. I noticed one difference in our bodies then. I had a very small tan line from my bikini top and bottoms. Lora on the other hand was tan from head to toe. She looked like a bronze goddess resting there in my bed.

Lora was murmuring in her sleep now I could tell she was dreaming. I reached out ever so gently stroking her right nipple with the pad of my finger and thumb. Slowly her nipple began to harden for my fingers it was so sexy. Lora began to moan but was still sleeping next I began to part her thighs wanting to see her beautiful pussy up close again. As I spread her legs I began to smell her cum from earlier mixing with a fresher scent. I moaned at the smell it was like a drug to me, my pussy began to leak as I looked on my sisters for the second time this evening.

I finally had her legs open I moved forward placing my lips to her pussy kissing it. I was kissing her pussy like you would kiss your lover smashing her hot lips with my own. My hands slid under her ass lifting so her angle was better giving my tongue much better range. I began to suck as my tongue slid deep between her outer lips. I was in a frenzy, now the taste of my sister was overpowering to me. I felt Lora shake herself awake as I invaded her pussy.

I began to lick slowly from bottom to top pausing to linger around her hole for long moments at a time. Each time I spend a long second on her clit sucking on it like a small cock. Lora gasped in pleasure then said something that I had hoped for. “Turn around let me eat you Lisa.” Lora’s tone was like the purr of a cat full of lust right now. I would not let go of her pussy I turned awkwardly as I tried to stay in contact with her.

After several moments of struggle I was straddling my sister’s face. At first I didn’t feel anything, then I felt her breathing on my pussy she was aiming each puff at my lips. I was moaning and thrashing over her face wanting her to eat me. I heard her laugh softly as I wiggled desperately above her mouth. What seemed like months later I felt Lora’s tongue part my wet lips. I pressed down forgetting her pussy for a long time wanting to enjoy this moment. When her tongue struck my clit she kept it there lapping at it like a small lollipop.

I felt Lora’s hands grip my ass holding me still as she began to toy with my clit. I moaned at the pleasure she sent coursing thru my body. I knew I was a novice unlike Lora but I wanted her to cum again for me. Looking back at her pussy again I saw her lips parted invitingly. I slid two fingers into her hole as my tongue went to work on her clit once more. I could hear Lora moaning into my pussy as I fucked her with my fingers and tongue.

I felt her body responding to my fingers and tongue I was in awe that I could do this to another woman. The woman being my sister made it even more exciting to me. Slowly I began to work my fingers in and out of her pussy. Each stroke I slid them into the knuckle then spread them as I drew them out. My tongue was moving over her clit which I had captured between my lips. I kept Lora’s clit pinned as I stroked it over and over with my tongue applying suction when I could.

As I began to suck on her clit I felt her stomach rippling that told me she was getting close to cumming. I increased my pace trying to make her cum before I did. I added a third finger to her stretched slit making her moan again. Lora wasn’t slacking off as she moaned she devoured my clit with her tongue. Her fingers on my ass cheeks were kneading them like dough. I kept up my pace on her clit trying to distract her. Lora tried to continue on my clit and ass but my tongue was too much for her soon she surrendered to my fingers and tongue.

Lora began nipping my thigh, whimpering in pleasure. “YES LISA YES YES YYYEEEEESSSSSS” I had to bite her clit with my teeth to keep her from shaking me loose as I felt her pussy rippling over my spread fingers. Her contractions were so powerful they forced my fingers back together gripping them painfully tight. I just held on as I kept working her clit wanting her to be pleased with my efforts. I could feel her finger nails raking over my ass leaving welts behind them as she lost control. Her cum was delicious sweet, musky, and warm. I was in heaven at that moment proud of myself once more making a woman cum was still novel to me.

Lora lay there under me gasping for air as the next series of convulsions hit home. I slowly withdrew my fingers from her slit wanting to change positions I had spied something I had to try out. It took me several more seconds to slip free of Lora’s grip. I slid off to her right where I had been laying as we slept. I reached down into the tangle of sheets gathering her toy I had totally forgotten about. Lora was busy trying to find earth so I had plenty of time to move into position once more. I picked up the double headed dildo smiling wickedly.

I slid one end into my waiting pussy feeling it filling me made me moan as I fed it deeper. I felt the center guard I had managed to take eight inches into my aching slit. I moved to Lora’s pussy spreading her legs I scooted forward till I was almost on top of her pussy. I draped my legs over hers as my hands fumbled with the dildo. Lora seemed to know what I was trying to do she reached down grabbing the end not in me. With a moan she fed it to her wet slit as she pulled more into her pussy part of it left my own.

I bet we would have looked funny had there been a mirror for us to look in. Both of us began to hump our hips trying to get more of the dildo into our hungry slits. I would buck forward feeling it slide into Lora more, and then she would press forward driving more into my slit. Both of us were moaning in need now. Lora began to move with more rhythm then me. I was going insane it felt like my sister was fucking me with this eight inch monster. I looked across to see my sister was fondling her nipples with her hands while she rode the dildo. I reached down spreading my lips I found my clit beginning to stroke it feverishly.

The feelings of having my sister fucking me while I fingered myself was to much I began to whimper. My sister sensed I was close she chose to surprise me once more her voice coming out between pants. “Cum for me ..... cum for me Lisa.....cum for your little sister.....please.” Each time she spoke she would thrust into me with that cock we were sharing. I thrust in a frenzy now her words pulling at me dragging me helplessly to the edge. We were riding that cock so hard we could feel our slits kissing frequently.

My body starting coming apart as I starting howling, my sister had ignited a fire in my loins. My stomach started to ripple which was swiftly followed by my slit. I couldn’t breathe my body went rigid as my pussy gripped the cock trying to peel the rubber from it. I couldn’t even scream a moaning whimper was the best I could manage. My finger on my clit had a mind of its own though. I couldn’t stop it as it continued to pinch, roll, and stroke my poor clit. What I had thought were waves of my orgasm were not. Each wave became a powerful climax all its own. Distantly I heard Lora ohhing and ahhing as she watched me cum.

I was seeing spots I was climaxing so hard. I heard Lora speaking and slowly focused on her words. “Lisa... Lisa damn girl breathe” Her words sounded urgent and commanding so I obeyed them. Gasping I realized I hadn’t took a breath in a while the spots started to fade. I moaned softly as my mind regained control of my finger. I stopped stroking myself as I lay there gasping my breasts were bouncing from the force of my breathing it felt like I had just run a mile. I could still feel small aftershocks reverberating thru my tight pussy.

Feeling Lora thrusting desperately against the dildo I humped my hips back at her to given her some penetration. I reached out finding her legs with my hands I gripped her by the knees. Using the leverage I kept on the attack now wanting her to cum for me. I humped harder as my breathing slowed a bit I knew what would set my sister off. She was whimpering and groaning her eyes were closed as she thrashed her head from side to side. I could feel her trying to get more inside her as if eight inches were not enough for her.

My voice was full of passion and lust. “I need you to cum little sis. Cum for me so I can lick you clean. I want to feel you ride my face like I did yours.” The words seemed to egg Lora on as they fucked the dildo in a frenzy. “Play with your clit Lora. I need you to cum.” Lora released her nipple with her right hand even as I watched. She reached down finding her clit she stroked it gently. After a few strokes she began to pinch it. I could see her face turning a lovely shade of red as her stomach began to ripple.

Gasping she exploded I could feel the dildo shiver as she clamped down on it. I slowly slid off it as she came I got loose from the dildo. I spun around quick like a cat brushing her hand aside I began to flick my tongue over her overheated clit. Her hands shot out capturing my head as she screamed in climax. I slid my hands up to her tits and caught her nipples pulling on them as she shuddered anew for me. I could feel her convulsions I released her nipple and caught the dildo. I pulled slowly as the head drew even with her lips I dove in replacing the dildo with my lips. I drank in all her nectar wanting to miss none of her sweet mixture. I lapped as each tremor pushed a bit more of her cum into my waiting mouth.

Slowly she came down from her climax I could tell because instead of gripping my hair she was stroking it. I lifted my head looking into her eyes her face was covered in my cum it was sexy looking. I moved next to my sister turning on my side. I reached out as she turned looking at me with a smile hers searching my own. I didn’t want to ruin the moment with words so I kissed her softly. I could smell my pussy on her face. I kissed those lips finding my taste almost identical to hers. Mine was a little tarter then hers but both were delicious. My lips pressed into hers as her tongue began to caress mine. We dueled softly for several minutes as my arms drug her in close to me.

I held her close I could hear her breathing slowly return to normal. I was happy for the first time since we had moved out. Softly I spoke in the silence it sounded like a gun shot. “Lora I love you” Lora smiled and kissed me again this was different. She was kissing me with passion but the lust was gone. It had been replaced with love It was like a kiss I would have given a lover finally she broke the kiss. “I love you to sis. Relax I want to do this again I have never cum so hard.” She seemed able to read my mind thru my eyes. Her words had a calming effect on me as my fears were put to rest.

I snuggled into her arms as I held her within my own arms. I couldn’t believe it I was falling in love with my sister. I sighed not trusting my voice I reached up and stroked her face softly. I looked into her eyes seeing all the love. She smiled to me and leaned in kissing my nose. “I love you Lisa I didn’t know this would happen.” I saw her eyes look past my shoulder to the clock on the night stand. “We need to sleep sis we got class it five hours.” I still was afraid to speak so I leaned in timidly and kissed her lips. Breaking the kiss I simply closed my eyes and held her. My mind was reeling from what had happened but soon enough I feel asleep.

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The Start of a Beautiful Friendship, pt. 2: Secret Girlfriend

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Note: This takes place immediately after the previous story (The Start of a Beautiful Friendship), and does not contain much exposition. You really should read the previous story, because it is pretty well written, and a good story. But for those of you who are too lazy, the condensed classics version is that 16yo Anna, seeing the bulge in her 19yo brother Joe’s boxers, is overcome with curiosity. One thing leads to another, and they end up having sex, and both loving it. I feel dirty taking a good story and butchering it down to this bite-sized little cliche that sounds like every other crap story out there, so please go and read the first part before you continue from here.

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erif" size="2">We lay together for nearly ten minutes. Both of us were naked, and I could feel the smooth curves of her body against mine. I was on my back on her bed, and she was resting on top of me, her face nuzzled into my chest. My arms were wrapped around her, and when I occasionally caressed her hair and neck she would purr softly, like a sleepy cat. My mind was running in circles at a thousand miles an hour; I had finally gotten what I’d wanted for so long. Was it as good as I’d hoped? Better. But could it continue? For how long? Would Anna eventually decide to change her mind? Would I get in trouble? I had broken the law, in several ways. What was going to happen next? But as my mind ran round and round, my body, my soul, and my emotions were completely content.

The silence was interrupted by Anna’s soft giggle. I looked at her. "What is it?" She lifted her head off of my chest and looked at me.

"We’re all sweaty and gross, aren’t we?" she said, giggling again. I looked us over. It was true, we were very sweaty. Though I couldn’t see it from my vantage point, I’m sure we were covered with a different sort of wetness lower down.

"I don’t know," I replied. "It’s all a matter of how you look at it. I think you’re all sweaty and beautiful... and yeah, maybe a little gross. Nothing that a shower couldn’t fix." She sniffed at the air.

"I think maybe you need one too," she said, grinning.

"No kidding." I was finally realizing how sweaty we had gotten. We would probably have to wash the sheets too. But definitely a shower, for starters. "Who goes first?"

She looked at me quizzically, with a lascivious twinkle in her eye. "You’re coming in with me, silly." She kissed the tip of my nose and got up off of the bed. I moved to a sitting position and watched her naked form walking across the room. She was truly gorgeous, and looked very satisfied; she had the classic "just been fucked" look. Her hair was tousled into disarray, but it still looked cute as hell. She arched her back out, stretching.

"I guess it’s true, sex is good exercise," she said, rolling her neck. "I’m all sore. That shower is going to feel sooo good..." She turned and looked at me, grinning from ear to ear. "Not as good as you made me feel, though." She lifted her palm to right below her chin and blew me a kiss, and my heart melted.

"You are just about the cutest thing in the world." She blushed at my remark, then realized that I was still sitting on the bed.

"Aren’t you coming with me, Joe?"

"Sorry. I was just enjoying watching you. You’re very watchable." She smiled, and I got up and followed her into the bathroom. I stopped at the linen closet for a second, grabbed a set of bedsheets, and put them by her doorway. I met her back at the bathroom.

"Did you get lost?" she asked, closing the door behind me.

"I was just setting out some clean sheets for your bed," I explained. She smiled at me, and motioned for me to get into the shower. I noticed that her soaking wet (and cum stained) shirt was still in the sink. "One second, Anna. Get the water running so that it can warm up." As she did so, I grabbed the drenched shirt and wrung out as much water as I could, before hanging it up on the towel rack. She held her hand out into the shower to test the water, then nodded at me. She stepped in and I followed.

The streams of warm water felt wonderful on my skin. For a moment, I just stood there, watching the drops of water cascading down Anna’s body. She looked so beautiful, so young and clean. There was something else as well. Seeing her naked with the water running over her evoked feelings of something deep and primal. The juxtaposition of that with her innocent face and loving eyes brought out a sexuality that was so strong it was almost tangible. I watched, spellbound, my eyes following a small rivulet of water snake its way down her neck, around her breast, and down her belly. I was completely overcome with love for this beautiful young creature that stood before me, completely vulnerable and yet so powerful in her innate sensuality. Reaching forward, I placed my arms around her waist and drew her toward me. I kissed her.

Kissed her? That barely even begins to describe it. Never in my dreams could I have imagined such a kiss! She put her hands behind my neck and pressed her firm beautiful body against mine. I could feel millions of volts of passion passing through our lips. The water rushed over us, massaging our bodies. Heaven.

We finally broke the kiss after a minute or two, and looked into each other’s eyes. We did not make love while in the shower, at least not that time, but the experience was still overwhelmingly sexual. She picked up the bar of soap, and rubbed her hands around it until it began to lather. The soap we used was Dove brand, which has lotion in it, so it quickly formed a layer of cool white foam. Reaching up, she began to rub the bar against my chest, sliding her hands against me. Her palms ran across my chest and belly, spreading the soapy foam and then rinsing it off. I looked into her deep brown eyes; I could see so much love there.

Her hands moved all over my body, caressing my arms and shoulders, my upper and lower back, my ass, exploring the landscape of my body in a way that had been impossible earlier, during the heat of passion. Then, silently, she handed me the soap, looking at me with big, hopeful eyes. I could get lost forever in those eyes.

I took the soap into my hands and rubbed it between them. Once I had built up a little foam, I brought my hands to her shoulders, rubbing my hand across them, and sliding up to her slender neck. I worked my way down her front, gently massaging her breasts and belly, paying special attention to her nipples. She sighed loudly, happily. I bent down and my hands explored further, sliding down the warm curves of her hips and waist, and then her thighs and legs. Her skin was so smooth and beautiful. Standing up, I moved behind her, and massaged her upper back, and then slid my fingertips down her backbone. Slowly, I rubbed the soap into her lower back, and then the firm curves of her perfect behind. I gently kneaded her cute little rear for a moment, then traced a line down the back of one of her legs with my forefinger. She shivered at the touch. I felt a little self-conscious. She was a much hotter girl than I was an attractive guy. I was pretty good-looking, but she was a perfect specimen. Still, she didn’t seem to have any complaint, so I thanked god for small favors and decided to just let it be.

I got up and kissed her lightly on the lips, and then just held her for a minute, her head resting against me. The shower washed off any of the soap that was still on us, and it was time to get out. Soon the hot water would run out and that would ruin the entire experience. I realized that we’d forgotten to wash our hair with shampoo, but didn’t bother mentioning it. Reaching over to the knob, I caught her eye to let her know what I was doing, and turned off the water. During the entire shower, neither of us had said a single word. We hadn’t needed to.

When I slid the shower door to the side to grab towels, we saw to our dismay that there was only one. We looked at each other and laughed.

"Here," I said, grabbing the towel and handing it to her. "You take it first. I’ll just be drippy for a minute." She started to say no, but I could see her beginning to shiver. I draped the towel around her back and started to dry her. I dried her back, neck, and shoulders, her arms and chest, and then her ass and legs. Although I was getting cold, I couldn’t resist the temptation. Her cute little pussy was staring me in the face. I rubbed it with the towel, and she cooed softly. I increased the speed of my rubbing, creating more friction, and she moaned a little. Her hand reached down to stop me and I looked up, worried, but she was smiling.

"You keep that up and I’ll need another shower." I smiled back. She handed me the towel and took the hair dryer off of the wall. I did my best to dry myself off with the damp cloth and then went to my room to get dressed. Halfway through throwing on jeans and a plain white tee I heard an urgent message from my stomach, demanding to be fed. I looked at the clock. Well, no wonder I was hungry; it was almost noon. I figured Anna was probably hungry too, so when I finished dressing I went to the kitchen to make us breakfast. I decided a real breakfast was in order, and not just some microwave burritos or frozen waffles. I got out a pan and started getting the ingredients for some pancakes.

Ten minutes later, the pancakes were almost done, and more importantly, Anna was done dressing and doing her hair. I heard her calling my name, so I yelled out that I was in the kitchen. She walked in and saw what I was doing.

"Oh, you made breakfast!" She ran up to me and kissed me on the cheek.

"Watch out!" I shouted. I had been flipping the last of the pancakes when she kissed me, and in my distraction on of them landed on its side. Now it was more of a pan-lump. "Whatever, I’ll eat that one, I guess," said to her.

"I love you, Joe," she said, beaming at me. I looked at her for a moment. She was wearing a little pink tank-top with the little "spaghetti straps" that show off the neck and shoulders, and a pair of the smallest, tightest little grey shorts you could ever imagine. I considered leaving the pancakes to burn and just having her for breakfast instead, but my body needed real food too.

"I love you too, Anna," I replied, "and you look great. But right now I’m busy cooking. Or aren’t you hungry?"

"Starving." She kissed my cheek again, and then set out plates and utensils while I finished making the pancakes. Once they were done, I served out several to each of us, with maple syrup. We were both ravenous, and we wolfed them down in no time flat. One thing I can say about really energetic sex on an empty stomach: it sure makes you hungry. We finished off our breakfast with twin glasses of grapefruit juice, and as I was about to clear the table, we were both shocked at what we suddenly saw through the kitchen window: our mom’s car pulling into the driveway.

Anna and I exchanged worried glances. I knew exactly what she was thinking, because I was thinking it too. It might as well have been written on our faces in big neon letters: "What if she’d come home an hour earlier?" The good thing was, she hadn’t, and the only evidence of anything was Anna’s wet shirt hanging up in the bathroom. That and, of course, the feelings we now had between us.

Our mom came into the house with a shout of "Hey guys! I’m home early!" before she realized that we were right there in the kitchen next to the door. She proceeded to explain to us that our aunt hadn’t been feeling well, so she had only stayed over for breakfast and a brief conversation (which for her meant an hour or more) before coming home.

"I hope you aren’t too disappointed," she said. "I know you guys were looking forward to a day without me here to bother you." She had no idea how right she was. I winked at Anna and she grinned.

"Well, you guys certainly are cheerful this morning," she continued. "I’ll try to stay out of your hair. I’ll be in my room doing some reading, maybe a little paperwork." She headed off to her room. Anna and I both cocked our heads up, listening for the sound of her bedroom door closing. The moment it did, we both breathed a huge sigh of relief. I don’t know what we were expecting, but I think at some level we both thought she would somehow be able to tell what had happened. Anna looked very disappointed by the latest turn of events, and I’m sure I did too. She made a cute little pouting face, sticking out her lower lip.

"No fair... I wanted to spend the day with my new secret boyfriend."

"Is that what I am?" I smiled at her.

"Of course. And I’m your secret girlfriend." She nuzzled her head against my shoulder. "And we’re so happy, and in loooove," she said, sounding for all the world like a lovestruck little schoolgirl, which I suppose is what she was. She tilted her head up to look up at my face and batted her eyes. I leaned down and kissed her lips, noting that she had put on some lip gloss. It tasted like raspberries. She suddenly broke off the kiss.

"We can’t be doing this right now," she said. She quickly kissed me on the lips, completely ignoring her own advice, then she leaned her head back on my shoulder. "Even though I really want to." I put my arm around her and we sat there for a while. She might have been relaxing, but I was thinking hard.

"I have an idea." She looked up at me. "Go downstairs and pick out a movie you’d like to watch. Well, sort of. Not something that you’d really pay a lot of attention to, just something that you wouldn’t mind seeing. I’ll meet you downstairs in a minute; I need to get something."

"What?" she asked, confused.

"Trust me on this one," I said, grinning. She went downstairs, and I walked over to the linen closet and found a lightweight but opaque blanket. As I came downstairs, she was just putting the video into the VCR (yes, we still have one). I closed the door behind me and told her to sit down on the couch. Picking up the remote, I went and sat next to her.

"What’s the blanket for?" she asked.

"You’ll see." I pressed the play button on the remote and the movie started. It was something by Disney, but I didn’t catch exactly which one it was, and frankly, I didn’t care. I pulled the blanked over us. We were completely covered from the shoulders down. We wouldn’t get too hot under it (well, not from the temperature, at least), because it was a very thin blanket, more of a sheet really. Also, the basement was always five to ten degrees cooler than the rest of the house.

"No one can see anything under the blanket," I explained.

"Yeah, I’d figured that out," she replied. "Cool idea, though. You think of everything." She kissed me lightly on the ear, but I stopped her from going any further.

"Nope. No kissing. We’ve got to stay under the blanket." I was only partly teasing. In the back of my mind I was worried sick about what might happen if our mom came in, but I just blocked that out, and promised myself to be careful.

"Fine," she said, playing at being grumpy. She stuck out her tongue out at me. "You do something."

"You’d better believe I will." I smiled at her. Under the blanket, my hand slid over to her thigh, and I rubbed it lightly. I ran my fingertips over her inner thigh and heard her breathe in sharply. Moving my hand up her leg and onto her tight little shorts, I cupped her sweet little pussy through the fabric and squeezed ever so lightly. This time she gasped more loudly. She leaned her head back against the couch pillow and just enjoyed herself. I think she might have been rubbing her nipples, but I couldn’t really tell, because the blanket was in the way. Which, of course, was the whole point. I slowly but surely snuck my hand beneath the elastic waistbands of her shorts and panties. Once again, my fingers touched the soft and tender flesh of her sweet sex. I ran a finger down the length of the slit.

"Ooooh!" she moaned, squirming against the seat. "I bet the guys at school don’t know how to do this." I was intrigued. What had she tried with the guys at school?

"Why would you say that?" I asked, never stopping my smooth caresses.

"Well, Julie’s boyfriend is pretty hot, and everything, but Julie–" she gasped as my fingers slid over her clit. "Julie says that he can’t make her feel good. She says that when they have sex it hurts, and he doesn’t last very long. He never gave her an orgasm."

She looked at "That’s not surprising," I said, rubbing her a little harder. "Younger guys don’t really know what they’re doing. Sex is about being tender, even when the act itself is very rough and energetic. That’s something that most girls seem to know, but that most guys have to learn." She nodded, understanding perfectly. "Young guys with no experience only care about themselves. The trick to good lovemaking is for each person to focus on giving the other one pleasure." At the word ‘pleasure’ I slipped a finger into her up to the first knuckle, and she squealed. She gazed at me with those big beautiful eyes.

"More, please," she murmured. I grinned, and slipped the finger in deeper. I started slowly fucking her with it, sliding it in and out, feeling the walls of her pussy gripping at it. At the same time, I used my thumb to manipulate her hard little clit. By now she was panting heavily with each thrust of my fingers, rocking her little body against my hand. I leaned over and whispered into her ear.

"Anna, I want you to know something. I’ve been in love with you for a very long time. Since I was your age, I think. I wanted you so badly that it hurt."

"Really?" she managed to say between gasps.

"Really and truly," I whispered back. "It was never about sex. It was about love. I wanted you so much, but I never told you, and I never tried anything. I didn’t want to hurt you."

"I know, you’d never hurt me," she said, moaning a little now.

"But now that we’re together," I continued, "I can show you how I feel. There’s so much I want to show you. I love you so much." I’d like to say that she came right then, but no one has timing that good. But she was moaning louder now, and I began to worry that our mom might hear, if she happened to walk past the stairs. I decided the best way to keep her quiet was to kiss her, and so I did. She kissed me back, moaning into my mouth, her tongue teasing mine.

She tensed up and cried out as her orgasm began. Her cry was mostly muffled by our kiss, but it was still louder than was probably safe. I didn’t care. I was here with my beautiful little sister. I loved her and she loved me, and I was going to make her feel good. That was all that mattered.

When it was over, I stopped kissing her and she lay back against the couch. I removed my hand from her pants and placed it on my lap. If anyone had come downstairs while I’d been kissing her, everything would have been over. All the same, I was in bliss, and she was somewhere far beyond that. She cuddled up against me and sighed happily.

"You’re the best big brother and the best secret boyfriend." I put an arm around her shoulder. It was a beautiful moment, one that I’ll never forget. But I needed to get a few things straight with her. I shut off the movie and turned to face her.

"You know that we can never tell anyone about this," I said to her.

"Of course not," she said to me. "You would go to jail, and I’d never see you again. No one would believe me if I said that I wanted you to do it..." She was silent for a moment. "But I did. And I still do. It’s not fair. I love you, Joe. I never want this to end." I was moved nearly to tears.

"I don’t either. I want to love you and love you and never stop. But sometimes we have to stop."

"Why?" She looked very sad, as if I’d said I didn’t like her anymore.

"Because it’s not safe. We could have easily been caught just now. We need a rule that we can’t do anything except when no one else is in the house." She nodded. "Of course, I’ll still love you all the time, I just won’t be able to show you how much I love you when other people are around."

"I know. It’s probably a good idea. But it doesn’t seem like we’d get much time together. By the time you get home from work, either Mom or Dad is usually home." She was right. My summer job ended at six, and the rush hour commute meant I got home at about seven. Our only chance to be together would be brief periods on the weekend, and the occasional night when both parents were out of the house. It didn’t sound like enough to me either. Of course, 24 hours a day for thirty years also didn’t sound like enough, but realism and love are not great bedfellows. Still, it seemed like a compromise was in order.

"Well, I suppose a kiss behind closed doors would still be safe." She smiled. "And sometimes I could take you out, someplace where no one would recognize us, or where we could be alone together."

She practically squealed with happiness. "You’d do that? Take me out somewhere? Like a date?"

"Of course," I said kissing her on the cheek. "You’re my secret girlfriend." We sat there on the couch together, quiet but happy, until she noticed what time it was. She gave me a quick kiss on the lips, and told me that she had to go over to a classmate’s house to work on a school project. She went upstairs to remind our mother that it was time to leave, and I was left sitting there, stunned by the events of the day.

I spent the rest of the day eagerly awaiting her return. Unfortunately, she had to stay late, and didn’t end up getting home until after dinner. There was really no chance for us to do anything that night, but I was aching to be with her again. I knocked on her bedroom door.

"Don’t come in!" she shouted. That had been her standard knee-jerk response to a knock on the door since she had turned 14. All teenagers like their privacy, I guess.

"It’s me, Anna," I said softly. Before I’d even finished speaking, the door opened. Had she been waiting for me to come by? The eager grin on her face told me that, yes, she had. I stepped in quickly, and she shut the door behind me, twisting the latch.

"I’ve been thinking about you all day," she said, taking the words out of my mouth. She giggled. "That’s why I had to spend so long working at Charlotte’s house. I was a little distracted."

"I know what you mean. I haven’t gotten anything done today... Except for you." She giggled again, and then we just stood and stared at each other, grinning like idiots. I suddenly noticed that she was only wearing her bra and panties. They were a matching set in pale blue, and oh-so-tight against her body. I remembered having seen them in the laundry basket on my laundry days, wondering what they would look like on her. Or off her.

"I have a confession to make," I said to her, taking her hands into mine. "Earlier, when I said that it was only about love, and not about sex... That wasn’t completely true." She looked at me, concerned, but I smiled at her. "It was maybe a little bit about sex." I pulled her body against mine and kissed her with a ferocious force of passion that I didn’t know I possessed. "You are just soooo fucking hot." She breathed a sigh of relief.

"You had me scared there for a minute. I thought you were going to say that you didn’t want to be with me after all."

"Don’t you ever think that, baby. I want to be with you all the time. Forever and ever." We kissed again. We both knew that there was no way for us to take it any further that night, so we parted ways and went to our rooms to go to sleep.

Although I usually masturbated before going to sleep (often thinking of her as I came), I did not touch myself that evening. It would have ruined the experience, made it seem just like another jack-off fantasy. But I had trouble getting to sleep. I was afraid that I would wake up and it would all have been a fantastic dream. Or that she would wake up the next morning with second thoughts, and call it off. Or worse, call the police. Eventually, though, my exhaustion caught up with me, and I drifted off into a deep sleep.

I awoke the next morning to find a wriggling naked goddess under my covers with me. She was caressing my chest with one delicate little hand, and with the other she was slowly jerking my already hard cock. I noticed that she had pulled my boxers off, and wondered how long she’d been in the bed. I can be a pretty heavy sleeper – I need three alarm clocks to wake me up. Or one sexy sister.

"Anna, what are you doing?" I hissed at her. I knew exactly what she was doing, and I was enjoying it immensely, but not so much the prospect of being caught and sent to prison. "Mom could walk in any time." She shushed me with a finger to my lips.

"Don’t worry. She went out for an errand. We have at least half an hour. There won’t be any time for this during the week, so I need this now, while we still have the chance." I thanked god for this extra little favor that had been bestowed on me, and ran a hand down Anna’s side, feeling the soft curves of her body.

"Does this mean that you’re still cool with all this?" I asked breathlessly.

"Cool with this, but hot for you," she whispered, and then smirked self-consciously at her cliche pun. "Please, make love to me again. I need you. I need to feel you inside of me." Our lips met in a soft embrace, and my hand found its way down to the soft opening of her little pussy. I ran my finger against the tender folds of flesh and she moaned into my mouth. She was already soaking. "Please," she whimpered again. I needed no further persuasion.

Laying on my back, I positioned her body over mine, and she guided my jutting cock to the entrance of her wet opening. She gasped as the head slipped in; she was just as tight as she had been the day before. Looking directly into my eyes, she suddenly sat down on my cock, taking the whole length into her pussy all at once. She winced, still not used to the feeling, but enjoying it. I put my arms around her and drew her to me, kissing her gently as I began to pump myself in and out of her. She rocked her hips back against me, twisting and grinding with tender force, and I suddenly didn’t mind all those times that I’d had to drive her to dance lessons.

Neither of us lasted long that morning. Her pussy was grabbing at my cock relentlessly, and I soon lost it, shooting my cum deep into her. This drove her over the edge, and suddenly she was cumming too. She cried out my name at the final moment, and then collapsed against me. We would have liked to stay in bed together, but our mom would be home soon, and we needed to get cleaned up. She got up off of me and stood up next to the bed. Her pussy was leaking from our fluids. Kissing me on the cheek, she said

"Thanks. That should last me until next time." She left the room, humming happily to herself, her cute little butt swaying in time with the tune. I stared, incredulously. What a fox. She had me: heart, soul, and body. Next time. Until next time. My god, I thought. I hope it’s soon.

Infatuated with my cousin!

bilgepilfer on Incest Stories

I'm finally glad that I found a site where I can share this story! I haven't been able to tell anyone, not even my best buddy's! And I've been wanting to tell this for a good while now! I don't know how many of these stories on here are true, but I swear this one is! Get a beer, it's a long one.

 

Anyhow, this is pretty much about how me and my cousin became intimate with each other. For the sake of privacy, we'll call her Lisa and I'll be Jeff.

 

First, I guess I could start off with a lit tle bit about our past. She and I have always been close. When we

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were little kids we were pretty much inseparable. We would always hang out after school and on the weekends, staying the night at each others houses. She only lived a quarter mile from me. We would always party together and when the night wound down, we could even pass out drunk with each other in the same bed and know that nothing would ever happen.  We even went to prom together our senior year, and didn't hear a single bad thing from anyone about cousins going as dates. That's how close we were. We'd also go to the mall together and shop around and just generally shoot the shit. She'd even ask me to follow her into the Victoria Secrets store and stand outside the dressing room while she tried something on, then have me come in and ask her how it looked. And let me tell you, she was a gorgeous girl. She stands right at five foot one, probably a buck fifteen and I have to say a lot of the weight is in her tits. 36DD's  to be precise. Long blond hair that curled at the ends and pretty blue eyes. Even in high school, Lisa had an amazing set of lungs. It never occurred to me that I was having feelings for her. Maybe they were there, hidden somewhere in the back of head, and I just didn't know about them.

Anyway, after high school, she and I grew apart. I went off and joined the Marine Corps, and she went off to school to become a nurse. We didn't see each other for just over 6 years. I heard through my parents a couple of years after I had left that she got married to a guy she met in college, and then after that I heard she had a little boy, and then about a year and a half after that, she had a little girl. I always meant to call and tell her congrats on everything, but I  never did. I don't know why.

After I received my honorable discharge from the Corps and made my way back home, I spent a few days catching up with the family and friends I hadn't seen in so long. I mean, I made it home for a few Christmases and stuff, but I was never home more than a few days here and there. I was over at my aunt and uncle's one evening, chatting and having a beer with, when I asked about her. I was given a phone number and an address and was told I should go surprise her sometime, that she would be so happy to see me.

After a few days, I eventually made my way over there on a Saturday afternoon. I found the house, and it was nice. Her and her husband seemed to be doing really well for themselves. I rang the doorbell and this dude, turned out to be her husband, answered the door and said to me "Hi, can I help... You must be Jeff!" he says. I said "Yeah, is Lisa here?" "Yeah, come on in, she's out back by the pool with the kids! Come in, man, I've heard a lot about you! My name is Chad (fake name)." I say to Chad "Lisa's parents tell you guys I might make it over?" Chad says to me that they didn't, had no idea I was even in town, but that he recognized me from the pictures he had seen. "Lisa has all these albums from back in the day that she keeps around, and she goes through them every once in a while and points out family members to the kids, trying to get them to say their names and all. She has a lot of pictures of you." About that time he walks across the living room through a huge kitchen and opens a sliding glass door. I could kinda see Lisa out there, chasing the little boy around with a garden hose, spraying him, and him laughing about it. The little girl was sitting on the edge of the patio in a tiny swim suit laughing at her mom and brother. Chad leaned out the door and says "Lisa, come in for a minute, you have a visitor!"

Lisa looked up with a 'what the hell?' look. I finally got a good look at her. She was even more beautiful than I imagine. Seems like the titty fairy visited with both pregnancies. She was wearing a blue bikini which in mu opinion was a little too small for her big tits, but I wasn't complaining. And when she saw me, she got a big ass smile across her face. She dropped the hose, scooped the kids up under her arms and came up by the door. She set the little boy down and told him to run to his bathroom and dry off and change, then handed the little girl to her father and asked him to go dry her up and change her. After passing the kids off, she threw her arms around my neck and gave me a big, soaking wet hug. I wrapped my arms around her chest and lifted her up off the ground, pressing her to my chest, all the while feeling her hard nipples poke into my ribs. And that was when I think I had my first flash of lust for my cousin. I'm talking actual lust. I've always thought she was gorgeous, but I had never thought of her this way before. I instantly wondered what her tits would feel like if I put my lips on them. That thought came and went real quick, and I was asking myself why I even let that cross my mind. We spent a few minutes there saying hi and how much we missed each other and blah, blah blah. You know the usual.

Fast forward a couple months, I was hanging out over at Lisa and Chad's place one afternoon after work, and we we're all sitting around the patio table watching the sun get ready to go down, drinking a few Bud's and just watching the kids play by their turtle shaped sand box. Lisa decides its time to get the kids ready for bed, so she runs them inside for a bath and all, leaving me Chad outside. That's when Chad says to me "Jeff, can I ask you a favor?"

"Sure, man."

"I think Lisa might have told you I have to go out of town for a few days next week."

"Yeah, I think she mentioned it."

"You wouldn't mind stopping in in the evening would you, you know, just to make sure everything is okay and she's safe and all? She hates having to be here alone with the kids when I have to go on these trips."

"No problem. I believe I can manage that."

"You can even stay on the couch if you want. I know you only work about 6 miles from here, so you could even sleep in a little bit. Be almost a vacation for you."

I told him I didn't mind staying the night once or twice, if it meant that Lisa and the kids would feel better. That next Sunday afternoon, he hopped on a plane and flew up into the Atlanta area to some real estate agent thing, (he sells houses) and I headed over to Lisa's after she got back from the airport.

We did the usual things that people do in the evening. Pretty much watched TV, I played with the kids on the floor, gave them "airplane" rides and stuff and then after Lisa got them into bed, we went onto the patio and started pounding back the beers. Lisa didn't have to work the next day. She was on a 4 days on, 3 days off schedule at the hospital, and Sunday through Tuesday was her weekend. I did however, and after we were each about 6 beers into the evening I mentioned something about I had to be at work at 6:30 and needed to get some sleep. Lisa then convinced me that I should have one more beer with her and play a game of pool in the garage while we had that one last beer. I says ok.

We grabbed a couple more beers from the fridge and headed to the garage. I set up the table and she grabbed a stick from the corner. Remember, she's only 5 foot 1, so it was almost funny to stand back and watch her try and break as she had to kinda stand on her toes to do this. But the part that was sexy, was the fact that her big, sun tanned tits were  right out in front  of me. I had that flash of lust for my cousin again. I must be getting drunk, I thought. She got a good break and sank a couple of balls, then made her way around to my side of the table to set up for her next shot. I stood back and watched her bend over the table and I couldn't help but look down at her ass, and that's when I noticed she wasn't wearing any panties at all! I could see her right pussy lip hanging out of her shorts and I just stared at it, as she was obviously not aware of this (or if she was, she wasn't letting me know) and I started to feel my dick get hard in my jeans. There she was one foot on the floor, her right leg thrown out behind her, trying to make her shot, and this, beautiful, long pussy lip staring me in the face. Thats when I said to myself in my head 'I would totally fuck my cousin, Lisa, if I had the chance'.

This time she missed her shot and it was my turn. The pool game was all downhill from here, because we both had a pretty good buzz going on and we were mostly laughing and joking the whole time, while I was trying to sneak looks at her pussy again, and trying to hide my erection at the same time. Also, that "last" beer turned into our third last beer, and after the worst 45 minute game of pool in history, Lisa was down to the 8 ball, I had three low balls left on the table. She lined up her shot, and right as she was about to take it, I decided I couldn't let her win. Just before she shoved the stick forward to the cue ball, I grabbed it and yanked it out of her hand and held it above my head, (I'm 6 foot 4) as she turned around with a smile on her face. "Give that back, asshole!" she said, laughing. Cue stick in my right hand, beer in my left I backed up on the table and held them both high in the air, laughing at her trying to reach and not being able to because of her height. During this campaign of hers to get the stick back, Lisa was jumping and trying to reach, and everytime, her big, beautiful tits were bouncing up and down and rubbing up against my stomach. I started getting a hard-on again. I don't know if she noticed it or not, but about that point, she had me backed up against the table, hands in the air, and she decided the best way to get her stick back was to get level with me. She grabbed me around the neck and pulled herself up, putting her knees on the pool table. Now she was straddling me. Thats when the 9 or 10 beers I had been drinking got to my head. 'Just go for it.' I told myself. Turns out, maybe I wasn't the only one thinking that. I was leaning back trying not to let her reach the stick and we were both laughing pretty good about the situation. She then had one arm around my neck, kinda holding me down and reaching up with the other one. Now that her tits were in my face I leaned in kissed her on the cleavage. Then I thought to myself 'What the fuck am I doing? She'll never go for this!' But as it turns out, thank God, she didn't stop me. She kept on laughing, reaching for the cue stick. I kissed her again in between the tits, this time letting a little bit of my tounge out. I could smell and taste her perfume. It was amazing.

Lisa brought her arm down, laughing a little less now, and put it around my neck with her other arm, and held my head there. I couldn't believe this was happening. I brought my hands down and put the stick and beer down on the table. I kissed her again in between the tits, licking a little again. She leaned her head back,  arching he back, shoving her tits harder into my face. I let go of the beer and the stick, the beer falling over on the table. We didn't care. I threw my arms around her and brought my hands under her ass, squeezing it a little, and she started running her fingers through my hair. I kept thinking to myself that this was wrong, but I couldn't stop myself. I ran my fingers under her thighs and then pulled her knees up off the table and put her legs around my waist. I leaned forward, pressed into her chest, and I felt her squeeze around me with her legs. There was no way she could not know how hard I was at this point.

I started rubbing her ass through her shorts again, and she leaned in and kissed me by the ear. I could honestly feel my dick jump when she did this. When that happened I would squeeze her ass hard, and she would press tighter against me. My hands were shaking a little. For some reason, I felt like I was about to lose my virginity all over again. Lisa started kissing me on the neck, and slowly worked her way up to my mouth. It was amazing. I have never been kissed like that before. We were pushing each others tongues around in our mouths. I started to move my hands toward her pussy, feeling with my fingers for that pussy lip. Once I found it, started to rub it, Lisa smiled and bit my lip gently. I slipped a finger through the crotch of her shorts, found the other lip, and pushed it out. This one was wet. I let my fingers slide over her labia and feel the wetness, the whole time, Lisa was breathing heavy into my ear, and kissing me every few seconds. My hands were still shaking, and that was about when she noticed. She leaned into my ear and whispered for me to take her to the bedroom.

I picked her up where she was, and with her legs still around me, I toted her to the bedroom, making sure to try and not be noisy so we wouldn't wake up the kids. I wasn't about to have anything fuck this up. We got to the bed room and I laid her down on the bed. I turned around to lock the door and when I turned back, she was already getting undressed. I just stood there, I didn't know what hell I was doing. This was my cousin, and started to have thoughts at that time to just stop the situation. But those thoughts only lasted a second. As soon as Lisa got her shirt off and I saw her big tits, with their perfect tan lines, and her nipples, as hard as my dick and almost as big around as a nickel, those thoughts went away. Then she pulled her knees up to her chest and pulled her shorts off, and I got my first good look at her pussy. It was beautiful. She has the meatiest lips I had ever seen. She slid off the bed onto her knees and grabbed me by the belt loop, pulled me toward her. I of course was still standing there like a dumb ass, in disbelief. She looked me in the eye and said "Do you not want this?" I didn't even answer. I pulled my shirt over my head, and she took that as the signal to remove my jeans from me. I kicked off my sandals and she was doing this, and my boxers went down with my jeans, leaving my hard dick right in front of her face. She grabbed it and immediately put it in her mouth.

Her mouth felt amazing. I still haven't had gotten head from anyone like I get from Lisa. This went on for a few minutes, all the while I was thinking to myself that I was glad I had quite a few beers in me, or else it would have been all over before it even got started. After about 9 or 10 minutes, I could feel myself about to cum. I didn't want to do this yet, so I pulled out of her mouth, and as she looked up at me, I leaned down, put my hands under her arms, picked her up, and put her on the bed. I knelt down by the bed and then threw her legs over my shoulders. She grabbed me by the hair, as she obviously knew I was about to reciprocate. I looked at her pussy. Like I said, it was beautiful. I licked it at first, feeling her scratching my head through my hair when I did this. I sucked her lips into my mouth and rubbed my tongue over them. I pulled my head back a little, letting the full length of her pussy lips slide out of my mouth. They had to be damn close to 2 inches long. I didn't know I had a long labia fetish before then, I do now. After sucking her lips for a couple more minutes, I started pushing my tongue into her pussy, licking up and down, in and out, back and forth over her clit. She was shaved perfectly, and the Corps had taught me to always keep a clean face, so all we could feel was wet skin on wet skin.

Amazing. I sucked on her clit for a little bit more, then I thought I would make my way down south. I licked in between her holes. It tasted a little salty, but sweet at the same time, probably from her girly body wash. I licked her asshole, felt it tighten up a little when my tongue touched it. I got her pussy and ass soaking wet and then started working on her clit again. I spent a few more minutes on her clit, and at the same time, started working a finger into her ass. I guess she liked this, cause she started breathing harder. The farther into her ass I got, the harder I sucked her clit. Right about the time i got to the top knuckle, her pussy exploded in my mouth. Her juices tasted so good. She raised her hips up as she came. I pressed down on her waist to keep her clit my mouth and pressed my finger harder into her ass. I could feel her asshole get tighter around my finger. Finally, I guess she could take no more and gave my head one last shove and parted my lips from her pussy, and I slipped my finger from her ass.

I stood up, and looked at her laying there, spasming. After she had cought her breath, she looked at me and said "Come here." I laid on top of her, pressing my cock against her pussy. I went to give her a kiss and she grabbed my by my chin, and licked her juices from my face and lips, then let me kiss her. Lisa reached down, took my cock, and worked it into her hole. I couldn't believe how soft and tight her pussy was. I slid in and out of Lisa, slow at first, enjoying every bit of it. I hadn't had sex since before I left Lejeune, and I wanted to take it all in. Not to mention that this beautiful woman under me is my cousin!

We stayed that way for a while, sometimes she would reach down and squeeze my balls, mostly she just kept her arms around my neck. And we kissed, like lovers. At that moment, we were making love, not fucking. Sounds cheesy, but it is what it is. After doing that for a little while, I flipped over on to my back and brought her down on top of me. It was awesome to see Lisa bounce up and down on my cock the way she was, with my fingers gripping her ass. I would reach down and touch her pussy with my finger tips and feel my cock as it slid in and out of her. And the whole time, thinking to myself that it was my cock, my cock inside my blood relative, and even though I know we both knew it was wrong, we didn't stop it.

I would reach up and grab the back of her neck sometime and pull her towards me, so I could have her nipple in my mouth. I was officially in Heaven. I had never felt that with any other girl before. I was getting close to cumming. I guess she could tell, cause I started moving my hips with her.  That's when she told me she wanted me to cum inside her. "Are you serious, what about..." She cut me off and told me she was on the pill because her and Chad didn't want anymore kids at the moment.

Not too long after that, I wrapped my arms around her waist, and held her tight against my body, not allowing her to mover her hips anymore, I was the one taking over now. I started thowing my hips up and down as fast as I could. I could feel my balls slapping against her asshole, and right about the middle of her orgasm, with her biting my shoulder, I started mine. It felt like no orgasm I've ever had. I was doing this thing where I was cumming in her pussy, and doing this half-thrust thing, holding onto Lisa as tight as I could. I could actually feel the cum coming out of my cock.

Afterward, we lay there for a few minutes, Lisa on top of me, my cock still inside her. We kissed and ran our fingers through each others hair. We didn't say a word. She closed her eyes, and dozed off, breathing a little heavy, my cock started going soft. I lay there with her still on top of me. My cock finally went all the way limp and slid out of her slippery pussy. When it did, it unblocked the way for my cum that was sitting inside her and I could feel it leak out of her pussy and down onto my cock and balls and down my ass crack to the sheets. I fell asleep that way too.

I woke up the next morning, late for work, called in sick and went back to sleep. I woke up a bit later to her stroking my cock, smiling at me. She said that she had been wanting to fuck me since high school, but always felt guilty about having the thoughts. She asked me if I felt bad about it. I told her no. That I would do it again if I had a chance to. We made love again right then. I stayed the night again every night that week while Chad was gone. And ever time Chad goes out of town, he always asks me to check in on Lisa and the kids. And I do, without hesitation. And have the best sex of my life. Chad doesn't question me being eager to stay the night. Neither does my current girlfriend now. Who in their right mind would fuck their cousin anyway? I used to think the same thing. Now we fuck each other whenever we have the chance. Besides, I was always taught that no one will ever love you like your family does.