Mike Stephens was eighteen years old; he lay in his bed slowly improving his erection as he listened to his mother clattering around the adjoining bedroom getting ready for work. He, his mother and his sister lived in a small house in a quiet suburb where he attended high school; his mother commuted to the city where she worked as a legal secretary six days a week. He had never known his father and his mother doted on him; he was a mommy's boy with few friends.

Mike reached under his bed and searched around until his fingers encountered the scrap of satin he was looking for. He pulled the piece of fabric from under his bed and bought it to his face. It was a pair of his mother's red satin panties; they were crusty with dried semen but they still held a scintilla of the aroma of his mother's sex; he put them to his face and scrambled around again under the bed until he found the other object he looking for. It was a pair of sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose; he sighed as he slid his cock inside one of the legs of the pantyhose and caressed the silky garment against his sensitive glans.

Suddenly his bedroom door flew open and Mike's twin sister stormed into the room. She stopped suddenly and stared at her brother lying naked on the bed with his mother's panties on his face and his penis encased in a pair of her pantyhose. She quickly reached behind her, slammed the door closed and locked it.

"For fuck sake Mike; how many times do I have to tell you to lock your fucking bedroom door when you're at it!" she laughed.

"If Mom caught you she'd have a blue fit!"

"Never mind about that Shelley; come and give me a hand with this will ya," Mike smiled back at his sister.

Michele Stephens, or Shelley to her friends, was dressed in her school uniform: pleated navy-blue shirt, the hem of which rested mid-thigh, white blouse, school tie, navy-blue blazer and black court shoes with a two-inch wedge heel. She wore expensive taupe sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose (the same brand Mike had draped over his cock) and white nylon bikini panties and matching bra. Her face was heavily made up with lashings of mascara, eyeliner and eyeshadow; ruby-red lipstick and rouged cheeks. Bangles and bracelets glittered at her wrists, matching earrings dangled from her earlobes. Her long manicured fingernails were painted the same ruby red as her lips.

She was forever getting into trouble at school for flaunting the school dress code but as she was a straight A-student, and behaved herself she was given latitude and treated leniently. It also helped that most of the male teachers secretly had the hots for her.

Michele Stephens was an expert prick-tease. She deliberately dressed the way she did to get the male teachers and boy students randy for her. She flashed her legs and knickers whenever she got the chance and during the summer months she opened her blouse to show off her budding titties.

She had no intention of letting any of the males who lusted after her getting any further than a grope and maybe a little foreplay; she fully intended to keep her virginity for the right man, who, provided he had the right prospects, she would marry and let him deflower her on their wedding night.

Not that she didn't like sex. About a year ago she had caught him masturbating into her panties in the bathroom. She had found dried semen stains on her underwear and pantyhose previously to this incident and she was intelligent enough to know that the culprit could only be her brother. She didn't ridicule or blackmail her brother; she made a deal with him instead.

She would give him her discarded nylons and panties for him to use for his masturbatory fantasies so long as they kept the secret to themselves. A few weeks later, after constant begging and whining she had finally agreed to masturbate her brother. She set the ground rules, which they both agreed to. There would be absolutely no penetration! She would not fellate him nor would he get to perform cunnilingus on her. There would be no kissing. In fact; they would never touch each other intimately flesh to flesh.

She would masturbate him only if he had a nylon stocking or a pair of panties covering his penis and he would masturbate her but only through the fabric of her underwear. This way they justified it to themselves that they were not committing incest; they were simply gratifying each other.

"You've only got a couple of minutes before you have to get up for school and Mom's in the next room," Shelley grinned mischievously at her brother.

Shelley was getting a little wet watching her brother stroke his long thick cock and she decided that she could risk spending a few minutes in his room before school. She sauntered over to his bed and took his tumescent penis in her hand and began to stoke it lightly with her fingers; she ran a red fingernail around the corona of his glans and giggled as his whole body shuddered. The stocking wrapped around Mike's phallus was wet with pre-seminal fluid where it stretched over his glans.

"Well come on bother; don't be one way about this," Shelley said and took her brother's hand and placed it under her skirt.

Mike slid his hand up his sister's pantyhosed thighs, relishing the feel of the sleek nylon on her coltish legs.

"Don't fucking ladder my nylons," she half-heartedly berated him shifting his hand from her thigh to her pubic mound.

She opened her stance so that her brother could get uninterrupted access to her pubis. Mike slid a finger along the crotch of Shelley's nylon panties; he could hear the faint hiss of her panties rubbing against the gusset of her pantyhose. Shelley always wore her panties over her pantyhose. He slid his finger inside her labia and felt the wetness of her sex. He expertly found her clitty and began to grind his finger against it through the fabric of her hose and knickers.

"OOOhhhhh!!!" Michele groaned and gripped her brother's penis and began to wank it fervently.

"OOOhhhhh!!! Yes Sis!!!!"

"Have we got time for a pony-ride?" he asked mischievously

Shelley's heavily-made up eyes glittered with lust.

"You naughty boy! Ok; but let's make it quick!" Shelly said, pulling the pre-cum stained stocking off her brother's penis.

Shelly crawled onto her brother's bed, hiked up her skirt, straddled Mike's naked body and lowered her panty encased crotch onto her brother's rampant penis. She began to rock back and forward, enveloping Mike's erection in the folds of her labia through the material of her panties and hose.

Shelly and Mike had invented the 'pony-ride' as a means of mutual masturbation that did not involve any penetration or flesh to flesh contact. It was their favourite pastime but quite dangerous as they could be caught more easily than if they just stroked each other.

Shelly mashed her pubis against her brother's hard cock until she felt his glans nestle against her clitty and then she began to quickly rock backwards and forwards to stimulate herself. Mike held his sister by the waist and pulled her body down on his rampant penis and groaned as he felt his orgasm wrack his body. He flooded his sister's panties with hot semen and Shelly could feel her panties and the gusset of her pantyhose soak up brother's juices as her own orgasm exploded.

Mike ran his hands along Shelly's smooth thighs as he pushed up with his groin forcing his cock inside the folds of his sister's sperm soaked cunt; only the fabric of her panties prevented him from penetrating her virgin pussy. Shelly wriggled her hips causing her brother's cock to stimulate her engorged clitty; she bought a hand up to her mouth and bit it to suppress a scream of pleasure. She didn't want her mother, in the adjoining bedroom, to hear them.

In the next room Mrs Michele Stephens, Michele and Mike's mother, was finishing getting dressed for work. She slid her feet into a pair of sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose and pulled them up her long, well-defined legs; she eased out the wrinkles and pulled them tight and snug over her full-cut satin panties. She pulled down the hem of her dark business suit skirt so that it rested just above her knees and straightened it. She slid her feet into a pair of black high-heel pumps and checked her makeup a final time in the vanity mirror.

Michele was in her mid forties and a little plump but still attractive. She wore her hair in a bob; she coloured it brunette and had put discreet crimson highlights through it. Like her daughter she wore very heavy makeup; black mascara and eyeliner, blue and pink eyeshadow, rouged cheeks and plum-red lipstick, one shade darker that her daughter's. Her nails were long and painted to match her lipstick and she wore silver drop earrings and a matching necklace and bracelets. She picked up another silver bracelet and clipped it around her ankle.

She pulled the suit jacket over the mauve silk blouse that she had chosen to wear to work today and looked at herself in the full-length mirror. She was aware that she had great legs and large breasts but she was a little dismayed at the slight paunch at her belly.

"Eat less; exercise more!" she berated herself and smiled.

She knew that she was still attractive; most of the single men at the office, and some of the married ones as well, had hit on her. Michele rejected their advances; she had not entered into a sexual relationship since her husband had left her fifteen years ago. With Her children would graduate this year and it wouldn’t be long before she was an 'empty-nester' and she could stop working all hours god sends to support her kids and then she could go looking for a good man.

She sighed; smoothed her skirt again, picked up her handbag and exited her bedroom. She ran into her daughter who was just coming out of Mike's bedroom.

"Is your brother up yet?" she smiled at her daughter.

"Oh yes; he's up Mom," Shelly giggled and turned on her heels and skipped down the corridor to her own room.

Michele shook her head, totally unaware of her daughter's double entendre; 'at least they get on together and don't fight' she thought to herself. Just as Shelly disappeared inside her room Michele noticed that the back of her daughter's uniform skirt was caught in the waistband of her bikini panties. She bet Mike would tease her about that later. She knocked softly on her son's bedroom door.

"Get up sleepyhead; time for school," she called through the closed door.

Mike finished wiping his cock with his mother's panties and got out of bed. He waited a few minutes for his erection to subside and then padded down the corridor to the bathroom. After he peed he rummaged around in the laundry basket but was disappointed to find that neither his mother nor his sister had left any soiled underwear in there for him.

In her bedroom Shelly changed out of her semen stained panties and pantyhose and pulled on a clean pair of taupe pantyhose and a pair of satin bikini panties over her hose. She noticed that the rear of her skirt had been caught in the waistband of her panties and she silently rebuked herself. She hoped her mother didn't suspect what she and her brother had been up to.

Fifteen minutes later mother, daughter and son were finishing a hurried breakfast and getting ready to leave the house. It was then that the three criminals burst into the house.

Dave and Leon were brothers and they had escaped from prison the previous evening along with their friend Sol. They had been evading the police all night and had finally hidden in the backyard of the suburban house that they had just broken into. Their plan was to get some food and hold up until dark and then steal money and a car from the occupants and get as far away as possible. The plan was amended as soon as the criminals laid their eyes on the two Micheles.

The escapees had been locked up for over three years and when they saw the mother and daughter they knew that they just had to have them whatever the consequences.

Dave and Leon stormed into the kitchen while Sol double-locked the doors to the house and pulled all the curtains closed. He then checked all of the rooms in the house to make sure that no one else was at home. Mother and daughter were about to scream in unison when Leon grabbed a carving knife off the counter and held it to Mike's throat.

"Anyone makes a noise and the boy gets it!" he hissed.

Michele and Shelly both stifled their screams and closed their mouths.

"Anyone else at home?" Leon asked.

All three captives silently shook their heads.

Leon dragged Mike into the darkened lounge and Dave pushed Michele and Shelly after them. Sol joined them and closed the lounge room door and switched on the lights. Sol had found a hank of clothesline whilst he had searched the house and he tied the teenage boy to a wooden chair. He's found Shelly's discarded pantyhose on the floor of her bedroom and he stuffed them into Mike's mouth to gag him.

Sol wasted no time and grabbed hold of Shelly and threw her on the couch. Her skirt hiked up exposing her white satin panties and the sheer gusset of her pantyhose.

Leon held the knife under Mike's chin.

"Anyone resists and the boy gets his throat cut," he threatened.

Sol dropped his pants and his huge cock bobbed in the air in front of Shelly's shocked face. Michele moaned.

"Please don't; not my daughter, please!" she begged.

"Shut the fuck up!" Dave said and pushed her over towards a large overstuffed armchair.

Shelly opened her mouth to scream and Sol grabbed her head and forced his cock into her open mouth.

"If you bite it; I'll cut your brother's cock off!" he growled.

In a reflex action Shelly closed her mouth over the long hard cock and Sol held her head still as he fucked her face. Shelly was surprised that the man's phallus didn't taste as disgusting as she though it would. It was spongy and the fluid that was leaking from the eye of the glans was actually a little sweet. If fellating this man would save her brother's life so be it! She began to suck on Sol's engorged penis and lick his glans with her tongue. She bought up a hand gently stroked his balls.

Sol let go of the teenage girl's head and let her suck on his cock. She was sitting in the chair with her legs spread wide giving him a great view up her skirt. He admired her legs and the mound of her pubis. He knew that he was going to come soon but it didn't matter; they had all day, and he was definitely going to get a piece of this girl's pussy before he left.

Dave threw Michele onto the armchair and pulled her into a kneeling position with her back to him; without any ceremony he pushed her forward so that she had to hold onto the back of the chair to maintain her balance. He kicked her legs open and lifted her skirt and positioned himself between her legs. Michele was sobbing but he payed no attention as he unzipped his fly and began to rub his erect phallus on her buttocks and thighs.

Michele cringed when she felt the man's penis rubbing against her rear; it had been over fifteen years since she had let a man put his sex organs near hers but she knew exactly what this man was doing. She knew that to offer resistance would only endanger the lives of her son and daughter. Although she couldn't see it happening; she was aware that the other man was assaulting Shelly. Maybe if she complied they would leave her daughter alone and concentrate on her? She knew this was a vain hope but she was prepared to do anything to save her children.

Dave was in rush to fuck the podgy but attractive woman he had bent over in front of him; he hadn't had sex with a woman for so long and the way the woman was dressed in her business suit with her heavy makeup and perfume was very arousing. She looked and dressed very similar to one of the prison's psychologists; whom the inmates often fantasised about when they masturbated. He was sure the bitch dressed that way just to get the inmates excited.

Dave tore open the gusset of Michele's pantyhose and pushed his cock inside the hole and rubbed it against her satin panties relishing the feel of the slinky garment against his throbbing penis. He grabbed the woman by the hips and slid his cock inside the leg opening of her knickers and pushed the glans of his penis inside the lips of her labia. He pushed forward whilst pulling the woman's buttocks back against him and slowly impaled her on his cock.

Michele gasped as the man's engorged phallus pushed its way inside her and filled her vagina; she had forgotten what it was like to have a man's cock inside her body but she was glad that the man was leaking copious amounts of pre-seminal fluid otherwise the discomfort she felt would be downright agony. She felt the man grip her hips and slowly being to fuck her with long slow strokes.

Michele's body responded to the stimulus and she began to ooze vaginal secretions which eased the passage of the man's cock as it thrust in and out of her vagina. She shuddered with an amalgamation of disgust and arousal as she realised that despite the situation, long dormant feelings of sexual excitement were emanating from her sex and through her body. She groaned and pushed back against the man who was forcefully taking her. She hoped her son and daughter realised she was capitulating only to save them from the brigands who had invaded her house.

Meanwhile Shelly was suckling on Sol's cock; she had learned how to regulate her breathing as she bobbed her head up and down on his cock. Although she didn't like what the man was forcing her to she did wonder why the girls at school made such a fuss about fellating their boyfriend's; saying it was disgusting and that they only did it to keep their boyfriend's happy. There really wasn't much to it once you got the breathing right: clamp your lips on the shaft and bob your head back and forth whilst your tongue licked and slavered at the man's glans. To Shelly it was not really different to masturbating her brother except the man's cock was in her mouth and not her hand.

Shelly was happy to suck as many cocks as she had to, to keep her family safe; as long as they didn't fuck her she could live with the indignity. She was vaguely aware that her mother was being assaulted on the chair across from her; she could hear the slapping noises as the man pounded his cock in and out of her mother's cunt and his groin slapped against her mother's buttocks, but she realised her mother was not resisting only to save her and her brother from danger.

Shelly stroked Sol's scrotum in order to encourage his orgasm; she had never done this for her brother and the hairy sack with the two firm testes felt strange. She knew that boys likes girls to do this and she was also aware that if she yanked or squeezed the man's scrotum she could cause him excruciating pain and she would have done so except for her responsibility for the safety of her brother. So Shelly concentrated on fellating the escapee so that she could get the ordeal over with as soon as possible.

Shelly felt Sol's long hard cock begin to pulse in her mouth and his hands flew to her head and pushed her face into his groin; she knew what was about to happen, she had bought her brother to orgasm plenty of times and knew that this man's cock was about to disgorge his load of semen. She could feel the man's scrotum contract as she gently caressed it and then his cock began to convulse. Shelly prepared herself for the flood of semen that was about to fill her mouth but she did not anticipate the volume.

Sol moaned as he erupted into the young girl's mouth; she was still stroking his scrotal sack and her lips and tongue slavered at his shaft and head; he held her head in his hands and fucked her face.

"OHHHHhhhhh!!! Yeah baby! Take my load! TAKE MY LOAD!!!" he shouted.

Despite her best efforts to swallow the warm musky fluids that filled her mouth; Shelly still let some of the viscous fluid escape her lips and dribble down her chin. She began to gag and gasp but the man held her head firmly and she had to force herself to control her breathing so that she didn't coke. Rivulets of spunk ran from her nostrils as Sol's load backed up in her mouth and sinuses. Shelly swallowed as much as the semen as she could and finally gained control of her gag reflex. She slathered the man's cock and shifted her hand to his shaft and drained him of the last of his spend.

Sol's knees nearly buckled with the intensity of his orgasm and he let go of the girl's face and let her drain him; her pretty face was covered in semen; dribbles of the white creamy fluid ran from her nostrils and the corners of her mouth.

Shelly licked the man's penis clean and then spat the slowly deflating member out of her mouth; she swallowed the last of his ejaculate and then licked the dribble from her lips and wiped her face with her sleeve. The sleeve of her navy-blue school blazer was stained with silvery threads of drying semen. Shelly felt degraded but at the same time a little proud that she had performed so well and saved the lives of her mother and brother.

Michele heard the man who was forcing her daughter to fellate him moan in pleasure as he orgasmed. She realised her daughter had lost her innocence and had been degraded and sexually assaulted but least the criminals were not physically hurting her or her family other than the acts of sexual assault. She was now panting with long repressed lust as her well-lubricated vagina stretched around the long thick cock that was now slamming in and out of her. The walls of her vagina squeezed and convulsed in cadence with Dave's thrusts.

Dave was aware that woman was enjoying being fucked and he shifted his hands down to the top of her legs so that he could stroke and caress her pantyhose encased thighs and buttocks. He ground himself against her soft buttocks enjoying the feel of his scrotum rubbing on her satin panty clad arse. He could feel his orgasm rushing through him and squeezed the woman's thighs in a vice-like grip and pounded his spasming cock in and out of her quivering cunt.

Michele groaned in coerced pleasure as an orgasm shook her. It was her first coital invoked orgasm for many years and she had forgotten how intense the pleasure was. As Dave's hot semen filled her wet cunt wave after wave of sexual pleasure rippled through her body.

"Oh God forgive me that feels so good!" she moaned.

"Ohhhh yeah; so good!" Dave replied in unison as he drained himself inside the mature woman who bucked and writhed against his gushing cock.

Dave pulled the woman's soft buttocks into his groin and let his cock quiver and pulse inside her; he could feel her tight quim undulate around his shaft as she rode her climax along with his. Rivulets of his semen oozed from her cunt and soaked into her panties and pantyhose. He grasped the woman's body and quickly spun her around so that she lay beneath him; he knelt between her legs and slammed his cock back into her sopping cunt as he ejaculated the last of his spend deep inside her.

When Dave quickly pulled out of her and then spun her around, Michele instinctively raised her legs and drew him back into her. His pubis now ground against her clitty intensifying the last throes of her orgasm. She drummed her heels on his back and thrust her groin up to meet his and her nails raked at his shirt; she put her arms around his neck and pulled his face to hers. Dave bent down and kissed her, driving his tongue into her sweet wet mouth. She responded and slathered at his tongue. Dave tasted the sweetness of her mouth and scent of her perfume; he relished the feel of her hose-clad thighs on his body.

Michele realised that she behaving like a wanton slut in front of her children but couldn't control herself. The last of her orgasm wracked her body and she slowly recovered her composure. The man on top of her lay exhausted and spent as she rested her legs on his back and removed her arms from around his neck. He kissed her and then disentangled himself from her prone body; his cock slid out of her steaming cunt with audible plop and rivulets of semen gushed from her sex further soaking her panties and hose.

Dave knelt between Michele's legs gasping for breath; he wiped his cock on her skirt, gobbets of his semen glistening on the dark fabric. He got to his feet and put his cock away and zipped his fly.

Sol pulled up his pants; he stood in front of the teenage girl who silently sobbed as she sat on the couch and pulled down her skirt. Shelly's sobbing was a consequence of shame and guilt rather than any feelings of outrage. She wanted her mother and brother to think that she had been an unwilling participant in forced fellatio rather than a provocateur.

During the ravishing of the mother and daughter by his brother and friend, Leon had taken great delight in watching the action. He was now sporting a huge erection and was keen to use it. Remarkably, he noticed that the teenage boy tied to the chair was also exhibiting a large bulge in his pants.

As Sol and Dave dressed themselves and the two Michele's guiltily sat in silence adjusting their clothing Leon had an evil though.

"Hey guys; check this out! The young fellow here has a hard on!" he sniggered.

"I'll be buggered; the young buck's got the hots for mommy and sister!" Sol laughed.

"Well why don't we grant him his wish," Dave sniggered, and began to untie the youth.

Mike Stephens shook his head in horror at what the criminals were proposing; it was one thing to share the occasional 'pony-ride' with his sister; but to be forced to perform sex acts with his family in front of these thugs was utterly degrading. The problem was that he was utterly turned on; the sight of his mother enjoying being fucked by the escapee and his sister milking the other brute with her mouth had excited more than anything he had ever seen.

Mother and daughter paled at the suggestion that they should engage in sexual activity with Mike, forced or otherwise. Shelly had masturbated her brother plenty of times but no one knew about it except the two of them. Both women cowered down into their seats and began to sob.

"Well I'll tell you what; I hope he's hot for mommy because I want the girl next!" Lean snarled and stalked over to where Shelly sat quivering in fear on the couch.

Dave held the knife to the teenage boy's throat.

"Drop your pants kid!" he threatened.

Mike had no choice but to comply and shucked out of his school uniform pants; his erection bulged in his Y-fronts.

Shelly tried to scream as Leon approached her unbuckling his pants but she realised that this would only cause more violence. She set her resolve and opened her mouth as the man approached her expecting that he would force her to fellate him as the man named Sol had.

"Fuck that; I want some pussy!" Leon growled, and before Shelly could react he grabbed her ankles and lifted her legs up high in the air.

Shelly screamed in unison with her mother and Dave reacted by bringing the knife back to the teenage boy's throat.

"Shut the fuck up!" he snarled and both women stifled their protests.

Leon spun Shelly around so that she lying on the couch with her legs high in the air and her skirt rucked around her waist. She began to quietly sob as Leon ran a hand up and down her silken legs. He loved the feel of her silky hose and pulled one her calves to his groin and rubbed his cock on her ankle and leg leaving silvery trails of pre-seminal fluid on her stockings.

Despite the absurdity of the situation Mikes cock began to quiver in excitement as he watched what the man was doing to his sister.

"The boy wants some," Dave leered.

"You a virgin?" he hissed in Mike's ear.

Mike nodded in response.

"Well I believe it's only fair that mommy help you out and be the first," Dave laughed.

Both Michele and her son balked but when Dave frog-marched the boy over to where his mother sat on the overstuffed chair she realised that the men were dead serious.

"You fuck him or I do," Dave whispered.

"During my time inside I got quite a taste for young arse; so you decide!"

Michele knew that what the men wanted her to do was the ultimate taboo but she was not going to let this man bugger her only son.

"Mike; I'm going to do what these men want, but remember I'm only doing it to save you from an even more revolting and debasing act," Michele whispered; her heavily made-up face showing her deep concern.

Mike nodded and hung his head but secretly, in the deep dark recesses of his mind, he was extremely aroused at the thought of fucking his mother.

Meanwhile Leon had climbed on the couch and was furiously rubbing his cock against Shelly's nylon-encased thighs. He then lowered himself so that his cock was rubbing against the gusset of her panties; Shelly's labia opened in response to the stimulation and Leon was excited as he felt the folds of the teenage girl's open like a flower and envelop his cock through the layers of nylon panty and hose.

Shelly blushed as she realised her body was reacting the same as when her brother mounted her for a 'pony-ride' and her sex began to moisten. Leon dry humped the girl and was delighted when he sensed her vaginal juices were soaking into her underwear.

Dave stood behind Mike brandishing the knife menacingly and Michele realised it was time to commit the most heinous of sins but she had no choice.

"Stand still Mike and just let mommy do what she has to ok?" she whispered and Mike nodded his consent.

Michele reached out and took her son's erect penis in her hand; she lightly raked her painted fingernails along the shaft and watched him shudder as waves of pleasure swept over him. Mike groaned and his mother gripped his tumescent penis and began to stroke him earnestly.

"Oh god mom; I'm sorry but that feels so good!" Mike moaned.

"Fuck this!" Dave growled, "You're trying to get him off with a wank. You better fuck him right now you bitch!"

Michele was dismayed that her plan had been discovered. She had hoped to bring her son to orgasm by masturbation and forgo the indignity of having have sex with him. Michele resigned herself to her fate.

"Ok Mike I'm going to scrunch back on the chair and I want you to kneel on the floor between my legs ok?" Michele whispered to her son.

Mike nodded and when his mother lay back and lifted her skirt he smiled inwardly to himself. He kneeled between her legs and put his cock on her sex and began to hump his mother through her panties. Michele lifted her legs and enveloped her teenage son and pulled him to her body. She could feel his hard cock through her panties and, God help her, if she didn't start to secrete vaginal juices again.

Mike began to frantically hump his mother, feeling the folds of her sex around his cock just like his sister's had been this morning. He grunted and panted as he dry humped his mother and she held him locked to her body by her strong thighs and calves. The feel of her gossamer nylons on his bare skin was highly arousing and if he hadn't blown a load earlier this morning into his sister's underwear he would almost certainly have come by now.

"Fuck this I want to see some penetration!" Dave snarled, waving the knife around.

Michele tentatively reached down and took her son's penis in her hand.

"Ok Mike; we have to do this because these men are making us do it; be brave," she smiled into her son's face trying to ease his guilt.

She guided her son's erection through the layers of satin and nylon until his glans nestled in the crease of her labia. Her cunt still wet from the fucking she had just received opened easily and her son's penis slid inside her right up to the hilt. Mike couldn't continue the charade any longer and began to rut away between his mother's legs. He crushed his lips against hers and slid his tongue into her mouth, savouring the taste of her lipstick and the smell of her perfume.

Michele was shocked by her son's actions but she rationalised it as the act of a frightened boy. She lifted her legs up and locked her high-heels behind her son's back and fucked him back; kissing him with heat and fervour. She figured that she should make him come quickly to get the degrading act over with as soon as possible.

Mike took his mother's response as consent and tore open her satin blouse and plucked her large soft white breast from the cups of her satin bra. He tweaked a raspberry-coloured nipple between his fingers and then suckled the other one, gnawing and slobbering at her breast.

Michele was genuinely shocked; the little bugger was taking liberties and obviously enjoying himself. There was nothing she could do now however and decided that her son was going to have some explaining to do if they survived the day. She resigned herself to the situation; she was acutely aware that her son had a rather magnificent long thick cock that was stimulating her rather agreeably. She lifted his face from her breast and back to her mouth and kissed him passionately as she bucked away underneath him.

Mike moved his hands down to his mother's thighs and stroked them; revelling in the feel of her soft warm skin sheathed in the diaphanous nylons. He slid his hands under her buttocks and squeezed them through her panties as he bucked and fucked and humped his mother, feeling an intense orgasm building up.

Michele let her son fuck her and his cock stimulated her vagina whilst his pubis ground into her stimulating her clitoris; she hung on to him with her legs locked around his waist and arms around his neck. She rode him as he rode her. Mother and son rutted like animals as they simultaneously orgasmed.

"OHHHhhhh Mommy that is just so goooooooooood!!!" Mike squealed as his cock pulsed and sprayed jets of hot semen deep inside his mother.

"Oh baby; yessssssssss!!!" Michele hissed in her son's ear as she felt him flood her cunt with hot spunk and her vaginal walls spasmed and milked him as she came.

"Oh fucking great; what a turn-on!" Sol cheered mother and son on.

Sol had kicked off his pants and was stroking his cock as he watched mother and son fuck each other with obvious relish whilst Leon ravaged her daughter in the same room.

He pulled Mike off his mother and the last of Mike's emission sprayed over his mother's legs. Sol quickly replaced Mike between his mother's legs and began to fuck the plump woman with vigour. Michele wrapped her legs around him and fucked him back; as her orgasm continued to pulsate through her body. She viciously pulled his face down to hers and smashed her lips against his as she humped at the newly inserted cock.

Dave laughed and tied Mike back into to the chair; his cock slowly deflating and leaking drops of semen on the floor. Then he turned around to see what Leon was up to; he was horny as hell again and wanted to get himself a piece of either the mother or daughter.

Leon was writhing away on top of the struggling teenage girl; he'd tore off her panties and torn open the crotch of her pantyhose and his cock was jammed against the girl's virgin pussy.

Shelly's cunt was slick with juices from her own secretions and Leon's pre-seminal fluid and as Leon pushed his iron-hard cock slowly into the teenage virgin he deflowered her, slowly tearing her hymen. Shelly was surprised that she felt so little pain but what she didn't know was that all that 'pony-riding' with her brother had been tearing and stretching her hymen little by little over the last few months so very little of her hymen remained when Leon penetrated her.

When she experienced a cock inside her for the first time in her life Shelly wondered why she had ever decided to save her virginity for marriage. The feeling of the penis inside her was quite satisfying and when Leon's pubis slammed against hers and he began to hump away at her, his pubis stimulated her swollen clitty and she found herself enjoying being fucked for the first time. Shelly was pragmatic enough to realise that now that her virginity had been taken from her and the three men intended to repeatedly take her and her mother she might as well capitulate.

She looked over Leon's shoulder and saw that Sol had replaced her brother between her mother's legs and was rutting away excitedly while her mother bucked and humped underneath him, her legs locked around him and her heels drummed on his back as her orgasm continued to rage through her. Shelly copied her mother's actions and lifted her legs up allowing Leon to fully penetrate her.

Leon was a little surprised when the teenage girl lifted her legs to allow him better access to her pussy but ever the opportunist he took hold of her ankles and lifted them over his shoulders, he kissed her nylon-sheathed calves as his engorged penis slid in and out of her tight virginal pussy and then lowered his face to hers and was rewarded with a series of deep sloppy kisses.

Dave was now the only escapee not getting any action and he was horny as hell; he moved over to the armchair and took hold Michele's hand and put it on his cock. She instinctively took hold of his penis and began to stroke him but he was not satisfied with that. He took hold of her hair and pulled her face away from Sol's and proffered his engorged penis to the plump mature woman who was being ravished by his jailhouse pal. Michele accepted the offering and her lipstick smeared his glans and shaft as she swallowed the proffered appendage.

Sol was a little disappointed that the woman was no longer kissing him; but watching her fellate Dave added to his excitement and he felt another orgasm building. He exploded inside the woman and felt her cunt spasm around his cock as she came with him. She slathered and sucked at Dave's cock and he too erupted, filling her mouth with his seed.

Leon and Shelly were concentrating on their own desires as they both approached orgasm; Shelly was very excited, she had experienced clitoral orgasms before but having her cunt filled with hard cock added a new dimension to the sexual delight she was experiencing. Her cunt was sopping wet with vaginal juices and when the man rutting at her body exploded inside her, her own orgasm was invoked. She writhed and moaned as the most terrific orgasm she had ever experienced shook her body.

Leon howled as his cock convulsed inside the young girl; her pussy milked him of his seed and he pounded away at her as her body writhed beneath him and her cunt quivered and shuddered in the throes of her climax.

Mother and daughter abandoned any pretence of reluctance and gave way to their carnal desires as the three home invaders repeatedly ravaged them both over the remaining hours of daylight. Michael was cut loose from the chair and allowed to fuck his sister later that afternoon as the three escapees looked on whilst forcing Michele to watch. Michele's suspicion was raised as she watched her son and daughter fuck each other with unrepressed enthusiasm and her mind drifted back to when she saw Shelly leaving her brother's bedroom this morning with her skirt stuck in the back of her panties.

By the time the criminals left the Stephens' house mother and daughter were dressed only in their lingerie and high-heels, their pantyhose torn to tatters, their knickers ripped open at the crotch, their makeup smeared over their faces and their faces, bodies and hair sticky with drying semen.

The three escapees were disappointed to find that Michele Stephens did not own a car so they stole one from off the street. They also found only a small amount of cash in the house. Michele Stephens' promised the escapees that that they would not report the home invasion; they did not want to have to explain to the authorities how they had capitulated to hours of torrid sex and incest. She made her children swear their secrecy as well.

Michele Stephens went to the pharmacy and bought 'morning-after pill' contraceptives for herself and Shelly. She then put herself and her daughter on the contraceptive pill. Shelly Stephens, deflowered and awakened to the delights of sexual intercourse, began to fuck her brother on regular basis and gained a reputation as a school tart. Strangely enough she still graduated as a straight-A student and some whispered that this might be due certain favours she bestowed on some of the teachers.

Michele Stephens' career as a legal secretary also took off over the following months and it was rumoured that she fucked her way up the corporate ladder. By the time her son graduated high school, she owned a late model SUV, had paid off her house, and had a substantial amount of money in her savings account. A mysterious stranger was seen by the neighbours to frequently visit her late at night and it has been said by some that the stranger bore a distinctive resemblance to an escaped prisoner named Sol; but rumours and innuendo are rife when an attractive mature woman lives on her own.

At the age of 12 he was still in the beginning of puberty.  He was 4'10" and weighed only 95 lbs.  He had shaggy brown hair like his father, but had my blue eyes and grin.  He was shy around most strangers and I got the feeling that he wasn't very outgoing at the private school he attended.  Around me however, he would talk for hours about anything and everything. 

At 36, my body had already begun to sag slightly which made me constantly worry if I would be able to find another man in the near future.  My 36C breasts had begun to hang lower than a few years ago and my butt, which was usually my most prominent feature had lost some of it's firmness.  I went to the tanning bed when I could get the chance and kept a light brown tan.  I now wear my hair in a curly pony tail most of the time.

A few weeks had passed since the divorce when my company was bought out by another and I was "unfortunately" laid off.  So I was a single mother without a job.  I called my sister in Washington and thankfully she was able to get me a job at her office.  Brandon and I loaded all of our belongings into my Chevy Trailblazer and U-Haul trailer and headed off for a new start in Washington.  Brandon never said it, but I could sense that he was ready for a fresh beginning as well.

We took a scenic route through the southern US, I wanted Brandon to have a chance to see as much as possible on our way.  We talked and listened to the radio and talked some more on our way.  We made it to Arizona before I realized that not only was it already 10:30 at night, but we were also in a pretty deserted part of the state.  I continued on until we came to an exit with a small motel, a couple of fast food restaurants and two gas stations.  I filled up our tank and then drove over to check into the front desk.  Although the woman behind the counter was a little strange, she adored Brandon when he came in after me.  She offered me a $20 discount off the room if we used one of the queen bed rooms, she said they rarely got used and were needing to repair the double beds.  Brandon didn't mind the idea of sleeping in the same bed as me so we paid the fee and went to our room.  It wasn't really nice, but it was pretty clean and everything seemed to work.  We dropped our luggage and I started a shower. 

I smiled at Brandon as I pulled out a pair of athletic shorts and a t-shirt that I wore as pajamas, "Do you need a shower hun, or are you going to bed?"

He laid back on the bed, "I think I'm just going to go to sleep mom."

"Ok baby, but you have to take one tomorrow."

He groaned, "Mom, I know, I'm not a kid."

I smiled, "Your my kid, hun."  I took the shorts and t-shirt and closed the bathroom door.  I stripped off my clothes and stepped into the hot shower, enjoying the feel as it rinsed my body clean.  I finished and stepped out, looking in the mirror I stared at my body.  It was in pretty good shape considering.  I kept my pussy trimmed to a neat, yet full, bush.  I sighed as I looked myself over, I hadn't had sex with a man or woman in over 4 months and I couldn't help but feel that I was past the chance.  I dried my hair and pulled it back into a pony tail, then put on the small white t-shirt that was thick enough to hide my nipples when they were soft, as well as the black cotton athletic shorts that game down to my mid-thigh.

I walked outside to find Brandon in a pair of his old school's PE shorts that came down to just above his knees and a Atlanta Braves t-shirt that he loved.  He was propped up on a pillow watching TV.

I smiled, "That doesn't look like sleeping to me."

He laughed, "I was just wondering what was on mom."

I walked over and turned off the TV.  "Well it's time to go to bed now."

He sighed, "Ok ok...if you say so."

I walked over to the bed and pulled back the sheets to get in. "I do say so, so good night hun."

I climbed into bed and was about to turn off the light when Brandon spoke.  "Mom....I have a question to ask, and I know it's going to sound weird."

I hesitated for a moment.  "What is it baby?"

He looked away for a second, "Well, could you tell me.....or show me how to have sex witha girl?"

For a second I couldn't believe what I had heard.  Had he really just asked me that.  "Exucse me Brandon?"

Brandon stuttered, "W-w-well, the guys at school....they said you would have sex with anybody who asked, and I just knew that I would need to be good at it before I went to the new school, otherwise the girls there will laugh at me too a-."

"What did you just say?" I asked.  "About me."

He seemed sheepish, "Well the guys at my school, they said that you had sex with the principal when I failed my 4th grade year so that I could go ahead to the next grade...and they said you have sex with alot of guys."

I was speechless.  I had in-fact done that, but I hadn't thought anyone had known, and now my own son knew!

I looked at him in shock as it all computed, "Brandon...I am so, so, sorry.  I...I didn't mean for that to ever get out sweetheart....I don't know what to say."  Then the rest of it registered, "But what makes you think you need to know about sex yet?  Your not even a teenager."

He looked over at me, "I know, but everyone is already talking about it.  They know so much more than me and they laugh when I don't know what their talking about....and I couldn't even kiss Lisa Andrews when I had the chance, then everyone found out about it."  he seemed like he was on the brink of tears just remembering it.

"I'm sorry sweetheart, I know it doens't make it feel better but I can't help you with that.  I'm your mom baby, I just don't think you should know these things yet.  I think it will be alot better at your new school this year though."

He pulled back the sheets and got out of bed, "I-I'm sorry mom, I didn't meant to.....I'm sorry, I don't know what I was thinking.  I'm such an idiot.  I....I've got to go to the bathroom...." He closed the door to the bathroom before I could say another word. 

I sat in the bed, wondering how all of this had happened so fast.  I couldn't believe that he knew about the people I had slept with, I couldn't believe he even knew about sex already, and I absolutely couldn't believe that he wanted my help.  But as I sat there and the minutes went by I couldn't help but think that my little brother had only been 14 when I first sucked his cock.  As I thought more about it, the more appealing it sounded.  Finally I stood up and walked to the bathroom and knocked on the door.

"Brandon, are you ok?"

I heard him shuffle inside, "I'm fine....I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked you that."

"Come out here baby, I'm not mad, I just want to talk to you."

There was silence for a moment before the door opened, he looked up at me. "Your not freaked out?"

I smiled, "No baby, I was just surprised, I didn't know you knew that about me.  Come on, let's talk about this."

He followed me back to the bed where I sat on the edge.  He sat next to me, I took a deep breath then turned to look at him.

"I guess I should ask what you already know about sex, and what you do already, sexually."

He looked down, obviously embarassed, "Well I know that a guy puts his penis in a woman's vagina to have a baby.  And that's sex.  And...I guess that's about all.  Um, I....I masturbate sometimes, but that's about all."

I realized I was shocked that he masturbated already, and my curisoity wouldn't let it go. "What do you usually masturbate about?  Like what thoughts?"

He seemed hesitant, "Umm, just girls usually."

I nodded, "Ok, any specific girls, or a type of girl, like age or race?"

He looked away, "Yeah, umm, well....." He looked back at me.  "I'm really sorry mom, but....I usually masturbate and think about you.  I....I have a picture of you in a bikini at the beach."

I gasped as he said it.  I stared at him, then, without hesitation I leaned down and pressed my lips to his.  He wasn't sure what to do, and he seemed to shocked to do nearly anything, so I began to kiss him softly, then as his lips began to move with mine, I put a hand on his back and kissed him deeper; completely lost in the moment.  That my son was masturbating while looking at me unleashed every incestuous thought I had had over the past few years, at that moment, I wanted nothing more than to have sex with my son.

He slowly began to pick up on what to do.  Soon he was kissing me back with a small amount of skill mixed with a great deal of passion.  Slowly I broke off the kiss.  Both of us were breathing hard and I pulled him tightly to me in a hug, "I love you so much baby."

He held me tightly, "I love you too mommy, thank you so much!"

I gently pulled him back and looked at my son in the eyes, "You can't tell a soul about this, ok?"

He nodded eagerly, "I swear mom."  I smiled, "Ok baby, now, lean back."

He nodded and laid back on the bed so that his whole body was on it.  I climbed onto the bed and took his shirt by the waist and pulled it up around his chest so that it stayed there, revealing his smooth bare torso.  Then, with a reassuring smile, I took the waist band of his PE shorts and pulled them down to his ankles.  I stared down at his completely hairless balls and cock.  His balls were about the size of walnuts and his flacid penis was 3 inches long and laying limp across his left thigh.  I leaned over his body and took his smooth dick in my mouth.  He moaned as my warm mouth enveloped his cock and began to suck.  I continued to suck on it, sliding my mouth up and down on the shaft, as it began to grow to 6 inches and hard.  He was moaning so loudly as I sucked him that I was grateful I hadn't seen anyone staying in the rooms next to us.

"Mommy that feels so good!" He moaned out.

I felt his cock begin to pulse and was surprised when I felt a salty liquid spray into my mouth.  After only three minutes of a blowjob my son had came in my mouth.  I continued to suck, and soon his cock had sprayed all of it's cum into my mouth.  It wasn't much, but I savored the taste of my son's cum as I took my mouth off of his cock and looked at him. 

He had an apologetic look on his face, "I'm sorry mom, I didn't think I would do that."

I shook my head, then swallowed his cum.  He looked at me in disbelief and I smiled, "It's ok baby, you just came in my mouth, that's all.  And I will always swallow a load of cum."

He leaned up and wrapped me in a hug.  "Thank you mommy!  I love you so much."

I hugged him back, "I love you too Brandon."

He leaned back, "So what do we do now?"

I smiled, "Well, let's give you penis a break.  If a man uses his mouth on a woman's body she absolutely loves it."

He looked eager, "So what do I do?"

I grinned, "Lick me wherever I tell you to.  I'll be back in a second."  I stood up and walked to the bathroom.  I stripped off my clothes and brushed my teeth before giving myself another glance over.  Pleased with what I saw I opened the door and walked outside.  Brandon's jaw nearly dropped as I walked to him nude.  He was sitting on the edge of the bed nude as I walked to him.  I pushed him gently onto his back and climbed onto the bed, straddling his face, I hesitated for a moment, then lowered my pussy to his face. 

"Lick it baby, lick it all over."

Without hesitation he did exactly as I told him.  Although he had no skill, he made up for it in sheer passion and determination.  He licked and sucked at my pussy as if it were the most delicious thing in the world.

"Ohhh baby yessss, lick your mommy's pussy baby....mmmm yesss lick it so good for mommy."  Soon I was soaking wet as I felt his tongue sliding inside my slit and licking my pussy lips.  Soon I could feel an orgasm building inside me and I knew that I would cum so hard.  I wasn't sure if I should cum on his face or not, but as he slid his tongue inside me again and moaned into my pussy, I made my decision. 

"Mmm baby yesss.  Ok baby, close your eyes and open your mouth wide, ok baby?"

"Like this?" He said as he did as I told him.

"Yes baby, just like that."  I reached down and began to rub my clit as my orgasm got closer and closer.  Soon I felt it break over me and a gush of juices sprayed out of my pussy and all over his waiting face.  His mouth was soon full of my juices and as I watched he closed his mouth and drank my cum, just as I had drank his. 

I collapsed onto the bed next to him, out of breath and beginning to sweat.  He looked over and smiled at me, his face and hair soaked in my cum.  I smiled and rolled over on top of him.  Leaning down I began to lick my juices off of his face.  He smiled and pressed his lips to mine as I tasted my juices on his mouth. As I leaned back I felt his hard cock press against my thigh, glancing back, I saw the 6 inch hard penis standing straight up. 

Brandon smiled, "Mom, that was amazing!"

I grinned, "You were wonderful baby."  I motioned back towards his hard cock, "Do you think your ready to have sex for the first time?"

He looked up at me, "Please mommy, can I?"

I smiled and took his hand, bringing him up into a sitting position.  Holding him tightly in a hug against my breasts, I lowered myself down until I felt his cock pressing against my slit.  He moaned into my boobs and began to suck on them as I lowered myself down and took my son's penis into my pussy for the first time ever.  I began to ride slowly on his cock, then faster as he hungrily moaned into my breasts as he pulled my nipples and sucked and licked on them.

I moaned out as I felt his hard throbbing cock sliding in and out of my tight pussy, "Mmmm, yessss baby your so hard inside me."

He looked up at me, "Mommy, you feel so good, I love this so much!"

I held him tightly to me as I began to ride him faster and harder, taking his cock inside my eager pussy again and again.  Soon I moaned out in pleasure and ecstasy as another orgasm rocked my body and I gushed all over his lap and the bed that we would sleep in.

My convulsing pussy pushed him over the edge, soon he groaned out, "Mommy, it's about to happen again, where should I do it?"

I had remained on birth control and tonight I was thankful I had.  I whispered in his ear, "Cum in my pussy baby."

He looked up at me, and as our eyes met I saw his face contort in ecstasy as his cock unleashed his cum inside me.  His body tensed as it came, and then, like a switch, collapsed against the bed.  I fell next to him, spent from our fun.  We fell asleep laying in my puddle of cum but neither of us cared, we just held eachother tightly all night.

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I have been watching her for the past year, planning; learning her habits and schedule: Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday, her brother drove her into town to sell their baked goods.  Everything she sold was homemade and delicious.

During the week, he worked at Shultz's Saw Mill.   Sarah rented a small booth in a co-op located in a run down strip mall.

I had plans for that little cunt; all women are cunts to varying degrees.

I should know, I was married to the ultimate one for 10 years; then the bitch filed for divorce.  The cunt took half of everything we owned; at least what she and her attorney could find; lets just say most of my money was hidden in my mattress. 

I know better now, I am older and wiser; I will never marry again.  I will get a young innocent woman and mold her to my preferences and carnal desires; break her will, isolate her; make her my slave. Sarah Bontrager would soon be mine.  When I was done with her, she could never go back to her old way of life and would have no real place in the modern world: just my world.  Tonight when her brother gets out of work, he will find his truck with four flat tires, the result of slow leaks, compliments of a valve stem tool. 

The telephone line to the strip mall will be disabled.  Sarah will be taken after dark when she goes out back to the dumpster.

I parked my truck at the back of the parking lot out of sight and folded the rear seat in the up position.  The parking lot in the old strip mall was full of potholes and broken asphalt.  The lighting in the back parking lot was terrible; most of the lights were out, those that were working, taken out.  I stood in a dark corner and waited. 

Sarah lifted the cover to the dumpster and I quietly stepped behind her, putting my gloved had over her mouth, pressing the trigger on the taser; 750,000 volts of electric pulses, dumped directly into her central nervous system, disrupting her neurological impulses; causing a loss of balance and muscle control.   I eased her to the ground, placing a ball gag in her mouth and securing her wrists behind her back, then her ankles with plastic Flexi -cuffs, ending with a red silk scarf for a blindfold. 

I carried Sarah to the truck and put her on the floor behind the front seat, " I have a present for you Princess."  I said, putting a red leather dog collar with an attached brass nameplate around her neck; securing the collar to the trucks tie-down with a short training leash; the nameplate engraved with her new slave name: "Princess".

We had a two-hour drive ahead of us and I took all of the secondary and back roads to avoid traffic.  After fifteen minutes on the road the affects of the taser started wearing off; Sarah started struggling in the back trying to scream through her gag.

 " Behave my pretty girl.... be quiet; you can't get loose and nobody can hear you."   "We have a long drive to your new home."    "I had Princess engraved on your new collar."   "Do you like my present little lady?"   "Are you familiar with the origin of your name, Sarah?"   "It is Hebrew for lady or princess."   "Very fitting, don't you think, Sarah, my little slave princess."    "Do you listen to music Princess?"

"By good music, I mean Classical of course; I have an extensive collection. "    "My ex -cunt of a wife would rather watch television, the fat pig that she is."  " She knew I loved to go dancing and never showed an interest after we were married."    "My mother was a dance teacher; my favorite style is ballroom, so elegant.... so refined; you will learn to dance and appreciate good music."    "I don't care if it is against your religion, good people all over the world dance; that is not an exclusive ticket to hell."   

Do you like to read?"  " I have an extensive library...."  "Did you know that the ancient Greeks and Romans prized educated slaves?"  "I hate stupid women like my ex-wife; she never even read one of my books." " You want to know something else, she hated to travel." "You are going to learn to love it."  " That soap opera watching cunt: good riddance!"  I selected two CD's: Vivaldi's Four Seasons & Handel's Messiah for us to listen to on the long ride home.

I pulled the truck into the garage then closed and locked the door.  I got her out of truck and helped her to her feet, using the leash and collar for control.  I cut the flexi-cuffs binding her ankles and walked her down the cellar stairs to the training room; never having done this before, I had no idea how long it would take to break her.  Fortunately I did have some contacts that were experienced Dominants in such matters.

Minerva for one, Minerva is my mentor and confidant. After my divorce, I went to her dance studio looking to brush up on my skills; we ended up as dance partners and have entered and won dance competitions together.  We are not compatible as steady lovers; we continue to dance together; Minerva introduced me to the community.

I installed an immovable steel pole of my design in the middle of the floor.  I made Princess stand with her back to it, attaching the short leash on the fixed rings at the top with a locking carabiner.  There are three movable steel rings that will slide up and down the pole; I slid one of these rings to her wrists and attached another locking carabiner to the flexi-cuffs; she could not sit or lie down unless I removed her leash. 

Taking her face firmly in my hands, I said " I am going to take your gag off now, you can scream all you want; the basement has been sound proofed." " I will be back in 18 hours; after that, talking without permission will be severely punished." I warned, kissing her mouth and removing her bonnet.

Princess was quiet for about an hour, then the pleading, screaming and questions began; of course, I could not hear or see her unless I switched on the lights and video cameras; the frosted block glass windows I installed were covered on the outside to block out all light. When the screaming began, I telephoned Minerva then watched Sarah on the monitor for a time; afterwards, I went to bed.

When I woke up, Minerva was waiting for me in the kitchen drinking coffee and watching Princess on the monitor.  I poured myself a cup and sat down next to her. "I brought bagels and pea bacon, I was waiting for you to eat; if you cook, I'll do the dishes. "I want one of those poles," she stated, staring at the screen.  " I would have never thought of using caribiners that way."    "After we eat, you go downstairs alone, as we discussed; I will stay here and watch." she said, getting up, kissing my mouth. Pouring herself another cup of coffee, she sat back down to watch the monitor, pressing the zoom key.   

"Your Princess is very pretty, I approve."

I went downstairs to check on my little slave girl. In her dark gray knee length dress, white stockings and black sensible shoes, she reminded me of a scared little mouse.... but a cute little mouse.  It was now time to unwrap the package and examine the contents.  "Please, I.... I can't hold it anymore."  "I have to go to the bathroom, please.... oh God, please help me." she cried, squirming at her bonds.  

Ignoring her pleading, I removed her shoes and stockings.  Next, I cut off her dress with a pair of scissors; followed by her bra and panties.  I placed the scissors on one of her nipples, closing the blades just enough to pinch.  Sarah stopped squirming and become quiet. 

"Be silent Princess, you were warned about speaking without permission; shall I cut it off?"   "You have permission to speak."  "Please...why are you doing this to me. "   "Who are you?" I...."Wrong answer."  I said calmly, increasing the tension on her nipple; her urine running down her legs; tears were running down her face in shame and fear.

"Please, I am begging you, don't cut it off!"  She pleaded   "Please, don't cut off my nipple.... Master."  I said, correcting her, increasing the pressure.... "Please, don't cut off my nipple Master." "I am begging you Master, I will be good." You will be a good what? I asked, "I will be a good little slave Master," "Much better, but you still have to be punished." I replied, removing the scissors from her nipple.  "Tell me again who I am, little Princess."  I whispered, putting my face close, kissing her mouth again, the cold steel of the scissors, touching her vagina.

"You are my Master, I am your slave."  "I am your property."  " Please don't cut me Master," She whispered.  "I will be lenient with you this one time."   "You will receive a lesser punishment," I advised her, removing her leash.  "Get down on the floor on your knee's."   "Lets just see how long your hair is shall we."   

I removed the hairpins from her braided bun letting her braid drop down her back. Sarah's hair and braid was dark brown, very thick and soft, ending just below her round buttocks. What a shame I had to cut her beautiful hair, it will take years to grow that long again. "How shall I punish you Princess, shall I cut off your Labia Majora; your cunt lips?"   "You still have permission to speak." "What shall your punishment be?"   "Please cut my hair Master."   "Do you know why you are being punished little lady?"

"Because I spoke without permission after I was warned not to," she answered   "What else Princess?"   "Because I deserve to be punished for disobeying you Master."  "That is correct, what you say is true; you are not a stupid girl, as I said before; I hate stupid women." What is your purpose in life now little my pretty little slave." "To please and serve you Master."

 I removed the last carabiner, releasing her from the pole, and cut the flexi-cuffs on her wrists. "Do not remove your blindfold."  "Get down on your hands and knees." "Put your legs together."   "Please cut my hair, don't hurt me, don't cut me Master," she begged.

"Good girl."   "Put your hands closer together and lean forward until your cunt is higher then your pretty little head; wonderful, now put your forehead on your hands."  "You are a pretty little thing...say it." I ordered, gently stroking her nipples, watching them get hard.  

"I'm a pretty little thing."  She replied, her face and neck turning pink behind the blindfold.  "When ever I walk into a room, you will always get into this position."   "Do you understand?"   "Yes Master, I understand."   "Your nipples are getting hard, my pretty girl." "You have beautiful breasts." "You obviously enjoy having them stroked."

"If I say down, you will assume this position."   "Your slave understands, Master,"   "If I say heel, what does it mean?"

"I am not sure, Master." she replied,  "Guess?" I ordered.  "I will kneel with my back straight."   "Good answer; heel...stand." "Excellent, you are a natural."  "Along with your punishment, you will receive a reward; I have decided not to shave your head.... for now."   "I do that with all stupid disobedient girls who do not immediately submit and comply."  

"Turn around, it is time for your haircut."  I took the scissors and positioned them just below Sarah's shoulder blades. I slowly cut through her silky braid savoring the moment, putting the severed braid in my belt.

"Turn and face me."  "Unbraid your hair and finger comb your ponytail."  "Do you have anything to say to me Princess?"  I said stroking her ponytail. "Thank you for not shaving me bald Master."   I removed her blindfold and took her hair out of the ponytail, fluffing it out. Sarah's hair was now much shorter; it just touched the top of her breasts. 

"We are starting over, you may not speak!" I said, squeezing her ass cheeks, spreading her pussy lips, my fingers probing her flower; enjoying her wetness, and arousal. "Your heart beat and breathing have increased, your sex betrays you."

 "Since you urinated on my floor, you will scrub the entire floor on your hands and knees."  "You will use your Amish garments for cleaning rags."  "If I am pleased with the floor, I may feed you."  "I am expecting a guest, Mistress Minerva."  "She is a slave owner and my equal."  "You will address her as Mistress, and obey her commands." 

"Mistress Minerva will be assisting me in your training and grooming."  "If she were your owner, and you urinated on her floor, you would be mopping the floor with your hair; then she would shave your head."  "Mistress Minerva is very interested in purchasing you; she is a very wealthy, refined woman, but a cruel mistress." "If you continue to please me, I may keep you, my pretty girl."

"There is a slop sink and cleaning supplies in the closet," I said pointing to the door.  "There is no hot water, just cold; you will have to earn the privilege to bath in hot water." "There is a blanket in the closet for you to sleep on when you are done." "You will also find the necessary toiletries to keep clean." "Your hair will always remain unbound."  "I'm going upstairs to await my guest, get busy!"

I locked the door at the top and bottom of the stairs and walked to the kitchen.  "Very well done Michael, I was convinced you really were going to cut her nipple off."   "She must have been terrified."   "I believe she will be most compliant from this point on."  "Such repressed sexuality just under the surface ready to be brought out."  "I realize that Minerva, did you see how easily

she is aroused," 

"Conditioned response will be one key to her submission,"  "I intend to have her begging for my touch to avoid your punishments."  "I will be her protector as well as her Master."   "I believe that will work with her Michael."  "If your theory

pans out and you are successful, you will eligible for membership to the Sanctorum."  "I'll wait for you in your bedroom; it's my turn to be on top my dear; watching you with her has made me horny as hell." 

After we made love we took a long nap, then it was my turn to be on top and we did it again; Minerva was just couldn't seem to get enough for some reason. Perhaps it was because she was looking forward in playing the heavy; good Master, bad

Mistress.  Minerva possessed a wonderful sense of style and knew how to dress. 

She was a very beautiful woman; a natural redhead with long thick hair that fell to the middle of her back. At six-two, Minerva had the slim graceful figure of a dancer and creamy complexion.  Minerva owned two women that lived in small apartment, located in the same building as her studio. 

They were also her employees and she received an income from their labor. One of her girls was a registered nurse/ physician's assistant; the other a hairstylist/make up artist in a high end salon that Minerva owned, which incidentally employed a dozen ordinary people; they had no idea that their employer was Minerva's slave. 

Minerva's slave girls were former dance students with signed slave contracts, registered with the Sanctorum; they were bound for life and their contracts could be sold or transferred to other members. My plans for Princess were eventually to share my bed; that being primary; a companion/ housekeeper, secondary. 

The Sanctorum was a very old secret society; membership was for life, disclosing its secrets: by slaves or slave owners, depending on the severity could mean death.  Minerva told me it had its own courts as well as a ruling council.  The Sanctorum is a self-sustaining entity with members throughout the country. The Sanctorum has unbelievable financial resources at its disposal. They insured that registered slaves receive housing and medical care for life.

Minerva went into the bathroom to change into what she called her "Mistress Attire" in preparation to train Princess: black silk blouse, black slacks and of course black riding boots.  She fixed her long red hair in a ponytail.  Minerva came out of the bathroom with the black leather-riding crop and announced  "Let me at that little slut."

When we arrived in the basement, we found Princess asleep on the spotless floor by her training pole wrapped in her blanket.

Minerva wasted no time and struck the floor with the riding crop near Sarah's head. "Wake up slut, is this how you greet

your Master's guests?"  Princess woke with a start, throwing her blanket side, assumed the position. 

"Michael you described her to me as being very pretty."  "Well, I suppose that is a matter of taste, I think her rather plain myself, barley adequate."

I watched Princess tense at these harsh words, but she knew enough to remain silent and hold position. "Just look at her fat hairy legs?" "Do Amish men actually find that attractive?" "What a dog she is." Minerva said laughing.  I walked over to where Minerva was standing and quietly said Heel Princess, look at your Master."    

 I pushed her hair away from her face and looked into her brown eyes brimming with tears. I wiped them away and smiled at her.  "I think she is very pretty, Minerva."  " Of course you have complete charge of her grooming and make-up."  "These are things that she has to learn having been brought up Amish." I added, stroking her hair.  "You will wax your legs my pretty girl."  "Mistress Minerva will teach you to enhance your natural beauty for men's pleasure."  "You have permission to speak, but only to answer questions."

"What does your collar say slut?" Minerva asked  "My Master says he engraved the nameplate with my slave name: Princess"

 Sarah replied.  "Sarah's name in Hebrew translates as Lady or Princess."  I added  "Do you know what else is engraved on your collar, slut?' Minerva asked  "No Mistress."  "It says Princess, property of Master Michael."  "Lady and Princess are also common names for hairy bitch dogs like you." Minerva said laughing. 

"When I own you, I will shave you completely bald and keep you that way." " That will be so delicious, my own hairless bitch." "Do you know what electrolysis is bitch?"  "No Mistress."  "It is a method of permanent hair removal making you permanently bald." Minerva answered, watching Sarah shudder. 

"You do not own her yet, Minerva." "For now I will choose her hairstyle, not you." "Your hairstylist Mandy will cut her hair to suit my taste; that was our agreement."  I said raising my voice, pretending to be angry.

"Yes of course, lover. "Minerva said, soothingly "There is no need to be angry." she said, kissing me.  "She is just a slave after all."  "I will abide by our agreement, but my methods are my own."  "I suggest we go upstairs where can discuss this in private............................."

Once upstairs, while I opened a bottle of Dunnewood Merlot 2001(California), Minerva fixed a platter of cheese and fruit. "A toast to Minerva, your performance could have won an award, but you will have to settle for this fine Merlot." I announced raising my glass in salute. Minerva bowed and smiled taking a sip from her glass. 

"I was watching her reactions very closely."  "Princess obviously thinks herself pretty, conformity to look and act the same, as opposed to individuality is encouraged in the Amish culture; particularly for women."  "I observed her for a year before I abducted her."  "When she thought no one was looking, she studied the young women buying her baked goods." 

"Did I tell you that she hid a small mirror in her booth, as well as fashion magazines in the ladies room vanity."   "How could you possibly know that Michael, about the fashion magazines?"  "Because I installed a hidden fiber optic camera in the ladies room."  "Princess particularly likes the pictures of handsome young men." 

"I have her on video, masturbating; the magazines her visual aid."  "I have still pictures taken from the videos to send to the Elders in her community; a threat to insure her obedience and compliance." 

"You naughty voyeur, you never told me about that!" She laughed, leaning forward; unconsciously touching herself, one of her many tells.  I knew that she was getting aroused...I would make her wait this time.  "I was saving that as a surprise my marvelous teacher." I said, refreshing her glass, my hand lingering on hers.

I did show her the deference she was due; Minerva had influence in the Sanctorum. 

"Did you watch other women as well?"  "Of course not Minerva, it was strictly business, I couldn't allow myself distractions."

"I had to make sure that Princess was the one." I stated.  "Don't be so serious, I was only teasing." She said, smiling. "Is a full body wax what you had in mind for her, Michael?  "Yes, what do you think of the hairstyle I chose for her?"  I said, handing her the picture I downloaded and printed.

" I prefer pixie cuts my girls."  "It keeps them in their place."  "Did you know Mandy had long honey blond waist length hair?"

 "I had it cut short and layered, then bleached to a much lighter color; Mandy hates it, constantly begs to go back to her natural color."  "But yes, that medium bob would suit your Princess well; the long bangs and hair framing her face, almost a long bowl cut, don't you think?" 

"Now that you mention it yes.... I do favor the bangs a great deal." 

"Eventually, she will grow it long again, that being my preference; she will keep the bangs and shorter hair framing her face."

"Sarah's hair will never be as beautiful as yours, Minerva." 

"That's very sweet of you to say." She smiled touching her hair, yet another tell.  I knew Minerva was very vain about her hair; poor Mandy often received the crop, even when she styled Minerva's hair to perfection.  Minerva was a terror just before a dance competition. 

"You could always dye hers the same color as mine," She suggested. 

"Your natural color could never be duplicated, my dear teacher," I said, getting up kissing her neck, stroking her ponytail. 

"To do so would be a sad counterfeit; as diamonds are to coal."   

"Bring her a bowl of oat meal as we planned and see to it that she takes her vitamins."  "Spend about an hour with her." 

"Use your crop if you wish, but do not hit her in the face."  "You know how much your beautiful red hair turns me on, I can't wait to eat you out."  I said, kissing the back of her neck. 

Minerva went downstairs and began training her in basic slave etiquette using the crop for any reason, real or imagined. 

Minerva put Sarah's hair up in pigtails and ordered her down on all fours, and lead her around the basement on a leash; making her bark.

Sarah received her dinner: cold oatmeal with skim milk served in a dish on the floor, telling her "Since you are a, fat ugly hairy bitch and you should can eat like one."

Holding onto her pigtails and forcing Sarah's face into the bowl of oatmeal, making her eat like a dog.  

"You made me look bad in front of your Master." "You will not only be bald when I own you, I will have your breasts and clitoris surgically removed; bald bitch dogs have no need of them; maybe a total hysterectomy."  "Then I'll have your teeth pulled making you a proper cunt licker." 

"Afterwards, no man will ever look at you again the way Michael does now."

When she was done eating, Minerva made Sarah chew her vitamins. 

Before Minerva came back upstairs, she attached Sarah's leash to one of the sliding rings and left her blanket just out of her reach, but not the pail for her sanitary functions. 

When she arrived upstairs, I turned off the heat to the basement and shut down the lights.  Although I went down her as promised, Minerva didn't return the favor, returning home to check on her girls.  

I went downstairs to check on my Princess and found her leaning against the pole shivering.  I removed her leash, picked up her folded blanket, and sat on the couch.  "Tell me what is on your mind, little lady," I inquired kindly. 

"Please, Master...I am so cold, may I have my blanket?"  "Come and sit next to me.... Sarah, "You will soon be warm enough."  "That's it get closer, put your head on my shoulder." "Now, let me put the blanket over you, we will share our body heat."

 I put my arms around her and held her, talking softly until she stopped shivering.  "You did well today, although you made a bad first impression with Mistress Minerva." "You are very pretty with your hair down." I said, taking her hair out of the pigtails "Just like the girls in the magazines you like to look at.... in secret." I said, kissing her forehead.  

"I know everything about you, my pretty girl."  "You were never meant to be a little Amish mouse in a gray dress."  "Do you really know what I did alone in the bathroom, Master; what I did is a sin."  "Not in my world it's not, Sarah." "You live in my world now." "You will not be judged for that, nor punished for masturbating: sexual gratification is a natural as breathing." 

"How old are you, Sarah?"  Twenty- three, Master."  "And yet you are not married, why?"  "I don't know...."  "I don't know, Master." I corrected,  "I do not know, Master." She replied,  "I do not know is not an answer; that is an evasion, a childish excuse."  "I have no interest in children."  

"I am not a child, Master... I don't want to marry an Amish man."  "Much better my pretty girl, that was an intelligent, honest answer."  "I value honesty Sarah; I will never punish you for telling the truth."  "You will be severely punished if you lie to me."  "Are you warm now?" 

"Yes, Master." "Do you wish to be sold to Mistress Minerva."   "No Master." "Please don't sell me to her; she will do terrible things to me...I"   "Hush, I decided to keep you for now."   "Do you desire to please me, Sarah?"  "Yes Master."  "Turn around and face away from me."

" Yes that's right, just like that.... good."  "You have beautiful breasts, so sensitive; your nipples are already hard."

"Does this feel good, my pretty girl, your Master.... a man stroking your breasts?"  "Yes Master, much better then when I do it." 

"Are you aroused Sarah, are you wet between your legs?"   "I already know the answer."  "Play with yourself, make yourself come for your Master." "That will please me."  "You are a pretty little thing."  "Marvelous, relax, enjoy it; tell me when you are coming."

"Remember little Sarah, if you lie to me you will be punished."  "I can sense your orgasm rising, your sex betrays you."

"You know you want to come, yes that's it moan louder if you wish my pretty Sarah." "This is why God made you a woman

and gave you a clitoris."

Sarah was definitely vocal in her orgasm, this time she did not cover her mouth with her hand, as she did while masturbating

in the ladies room.  She came close to sliding off the couch with all her squirming. It was obvious that she was intent in pleasing herself as well as pleasing me; no wonder she didn't want to marry an Amish man, she would probably intimidate the hell out of the poor pious bastard. 

"There is a bowl with a few apples at the bottom of the stair; get them and bring them here." Biting into one of them, I said. "You must be hungry, the other two are for you."  "Mistress Minerva is in charge of your diet."   "We both agree you can stand to loose twenty pounds in keeping with your height and frame."  "The apples will be our secret."  "Sit on the couch and eat your apples." 

"When you are done eating, you may use the bathroom in the next room." I offered, getting up and punching in the numbers on the electronic keypad to unlock the door.  "I am pleased with you this evening."  "I will enjoy having you in my bed when the time comes."  "For now, until your training is complete, you will sleep on the floor; with your blanket."

 "Do you really think that I am pretty Master?"   "I think you are very pretty, my horny little slave girl."

The next day, Minerva arrived with Mandy to give Princess her full body wax.  Mandy was a small and petite at five-three with blue eyes and a clear complexion. Her hair was blond and cut short in a neat pixie cut, as Minerva described to me the day before.

I would estimate her age to be between 30 & 35. Minerva had dressed her in a simple white smock with white pants and plain white nurses shoes.  As slave etiquette dictates, Mandy assumed position immediately upon entering my threshold. "You may stand, Mandy, let me get a good look at you."

 "Turn around slowly.............you have very nice manners, you assumed the position smoothly and gracefully." "Thank you Master Michael." She replied.  "The basement is unlocked."  "The kitchen is the second door to your right; the door to basement is open."  "Go downstairs and introduce yourself to Princess."  "Explain the procedure to her as this will be her first time."

"Your Mistress and I will be having coffee and will join when we are finished." 

"May she interact freely Minerva, it will put Princess at ease?"  "You may, Mandy." Minerva replied. "Be discrete, as we discussed."  "Go to the car and get your case and have everything prepared to start in one hour." "I want all of her hair removed from the neck down."  "Yes Minerva" Mandy replied   "I shall treat her as a paying customer." 

The waxing would take the better part of 3 hours. Minerva and I retired to the kitchen and had breakfast together. During breakfast, she received an important call on her cell phone, changing our plans. 

Minerva told me that she would be leaving Mandy with me until tomorrow morning.  She would be meeting with her accountants. "While Mandy is here, why not have her cut Princess's hair." 

"Mandy tells me the Salon is booked straight the next two weeks with no openings."  "Besides, I need to return the favor from yesterday, as I left in haste."  "As a special treat you may have full use of Mandy until then."

"That is very magnanimous of you Minerva, I accept, but as I said before; diamonds to coal, my gracious teacher." Minerva went downstairs to tell Mandy of the change in plans, then left for her appointments.

Mandy returned to report that she was done, and stood in the library waiting for further instructions.  "You have permission to speak freely, come and stand before me."  "How long have you been owned by Mistress Minerva" "Six years Master Michael."

Mandy replied. 

"Obviously you know your place and what is expected of you; being comfortable in your subservience; you may address me as Michael"  "Remove all of your clothing.... slowly, that's it.....................................you have a very nice figure." 

"Thank you Michael"  "Your Mistress advised you that you were to pleasure me."   "I will comply with your wishes." She replied. 

"Go upstairs to the bathroom."  "I left to door open for you."  "You will find unopened toothbrushes, a fresh tube of toothpaste along with mouthwash on the counter; use them and wait for me there." 

I fixed my pretty girl her lunch: hot oatmeal with warm skim milk, plain yogurt, and a banana, orange and mint tea.

After she ate, I ran my hands up and down her body enjoying her smooth skin.  "This is so much better, don't you think?" "Don't worry, you will get used to it, the first time is always the worst." 

"You will be getting a proper haircut by Mandy later today"  "I am very partial to the style, very sexy. "Do your aerobic and stretching exercises on your pole as you have been instructed.  I will unlock the bathroom for you before I leave.

Mandy was waiting for me, as instructed.  I brushed my teeth, finishing by rinsing with generous amounts of mouthwash.  Turning to her I reached out took her hands pulling her close. Taking hold of her ass cheeks, I kissing her mouth enjoying her sweet taste. Mandy returned my kisses, hesitating slightly at first, but soon was probing my mouth with her little tongue.   

I started to undress, Mandy helped me off with my clothing, "Princess is waiting for her haircut."  "She is doing her exercises now, the ones Minerva taught her.... thanks, just put everything in the hamper."  "You did an exceptional job with the full body wax, I'm very pleased with the results."  "I need your help with something else, I need you to make her jealous, can you do that for me Mandy?"    

Mandy put her arms around my neck, kissing me, her little tongue probing.... teasing.  Her small hands caressing my chest, and then kissing, my chest and stomach. 

Mandy's hands now stroking my testicles, getting me hard. "Do you like that Master"? 

"Order me to lick and suck your cock." She said, seductively.

"Not yet you little vixen, I want to taste you first."  I said laughing, playfully slapping her bottom, "Get into the shower."

We took turns lathering one another with Pear's soap. Mandy shampooed my hair giving me a wonderful scalp massage, and then I did hers.  After we toweled off, I ordered her to my bedroom and made her lie on her back with her legs spread.

I went down on her, licking and sucking, probing her clitoris with my tongue.

Mandy's hands were in my hair, pushing my head against her dripping pussy, verbally urging me on. Just as her orgasm crested,  "Stick you finger in my ass...push." Mandy's orgasm came in waves, her sweet juices covering my face as I licked like mad; and then, she went limp.

I lay down next to her, playing with her hard nipples watching her stretch her arms above her head, as she touched her hair and frowning momentarily; a possible tell.  Smiling she rolled over and hugged me, kissing my face  "Thank you for being so considerate and allowing me to be myself."  "I didn't know what to expect." She said.  

"Tasting your juicy peach is all the thanks I need." I replied, playing with her short hair. 

"If I owned you Mandy, I would keep you all to myself and not share."  "What about your Princes?"  "You would have to take turns."  "I think I would prefer you with long hair." I added, continuing stroking her head.

"How long would you make me grow it, Michael?"  "First we go back to your natural color."  "I'm a honey blond." 

"I love that hair color, honey blond it is Mandy."   "Next you would grow out the layers; no bangs for you."  "Long honey blond, blunt cut all one length to your shoulders."  "Just my shoulders?"   "Would you like it longer Mandy?"  I said feigning surprise.

"Before I signed my contract with the Sanctorum, Minerva promised never to cut my long hair."  " It used to be waist length."

" Minerva makes me have my assistant bleach my roots every three weeks, and use thinning shears because Minerva does not like it too thick."  "I hate it this way." 

"Please don't tell her I told you, she might make me cut it even shorter."

"Of course I won't, it will be our secret." I assured her, kissing her lightly on the lips.  

"I want you to visit often, you taste like peaches."  "How about to the middle of your back, Peaches, maybe longer...depending..." "Depending upon what? She asked, sitting up looking at me. 

"Depending.... Oh how shall I put this?" I said teasing 

"Depending on how jealous you can make Sarah." "You could use a haircut Master, just a trim of course."  "I will do it in front of her naked, then go down on you to see what you taste like."  

"Very good"  "I have to check something first, then we will go to the basement together."

Mandy got dressed in her white outfit looking neat and professional, blow drying her damp hair and putting on makeup:

finishing with dark pink lipstick. I put on my L.L. Bean terry cloth robe and boxer shorts.

When we got to the bottom of the stairs, she kissed my cheek, leaving the pink imprint of her lips there; then reapplied her lipstick.  Taking her cue, I mussed up her hair, slapping her ass making her yelp and giggle. 

Sarah hair was shampooed and conditioned in the slop sink. I made her sit on a bar stool while Mandy cut Sarah's long hair.

Sarah received a long pageboy with curved eye framing bangs.  Mandy then finished Sarah's makeover, by applying makeup.

The first makeup Sarah had ever worn.   My little lady looked incredibly hot and seductive.

"Shake your head little lady."  "Sarah shook her head from the side to side; when she stopped, the cut falling neatly back into place.  I put my hand in her hair, kissing her mouth "You look lovely." I whispered in her ear "Good enough to eat." I said, kissing her, pushing a Hershey's Kiss into her mouth with my tongue.

"This cut looks great on you." Mandy said to her  "It is just long enough to pin up and will look very pretty curled." 

"Let me show you."  Taking a curling wand, Mandy styled Sarah's hair in luscious ringlet curls. 

"I am ready to give you your trim now Master Michael."

I sat on the barstool and sent Princess over to sit on the couch.  Mandy started by wetting my hair with water then combing it to check for cowlicks and find my part.  "I'm feeling a little warm, I'm going to take off my to." She said, leaning over and kissing me. 

Mandy removed it leaving her lacey bra on to cover her small pert breasts.  Mandy dropped the comb, as she bent over in front of me to pick it up; I leaned forward and squeezed her cute little ass. 

"Your pants also, I want to see what color your panties are."   "I'm getting warm myself, I have to keep the temperature like this for Princess." I stated removing my robe, sitting back down in my boxers.  

I kept interrupting my haircut, by grabbing her and kissing her mouth.  I undid her bra and dropped it on the floor, Mandy just leaned in closer, rubbing against me with her breast, her nipples getting hard; leaning in kissing my mouth. 

I pulled her panties down around her knees; Mandy took them the rest of the way off. 

I could not see Princess, as my back was to her. Mandy told me afterwards that she couldn't sit still and was frowning.

After she was finished, I stood up pointing at the floor. Mandy got down on her knees before me.  I took my boxers off  "Very nice haircut, you little vixen."   "Princess, come here.............. Kneel by Mandy."   "Get closer to me so that I can play with your curls."

 Mandy put on quite a show, licking and sucking. Fast.... slow, running her tongue up and down the shaft, teasing around the head; deep throating.  I came in Mandy's mouth, and like the wonderful little vixen that she was, swallowed it all, not spilling a drop. 

"Go upstairs and wait for me in the library Mandy."  "I have to get Princess settled in for the night."

 Mandy gathered her clothing and haircutting equipment, a big smile on her face.  I turned to Sarah, who was still on her knees, waiting.

"You have had quite the day."  "A complete body wax, haircut and all."  "Stand and face me."  "Close your eyes and open your mouth."

 I removed a heresy's kiss from my robe pocket, unwrapped it and put it in her mouth. 

"You look lovely, my pretty lady."  "Tomorrow you will given a sport bra, panties socks and sneakers to wear." 

"When you lose the weight, I may turn the hot water on." " Now go to your pole and I will attach your leash."

"Mandy is a delightful little thing."  "She will be sharing my bed this evening." 

"I believe that Minerva is trying to tempt me with her, perhaps trade even for you."  "Good night."

Mandy was waiting in the library for me when I returned, curled up on the overstuffed leather couch. "I am in the mood for Chinese take-out."  "There is a menu on the corkboard near the telephone in the kitchen." 

"I want chicken & cashews, plus a pint of hot & sour soup." "They make the chicken & cashews right; no celery." 

"Order something for you, then call the order in for delivery." 

After we ate, we cuddled on the couch and listened to music. Mandy chose the Nutcracker Suite by Tchaikovsky, her favorite piece of music; then, we shared a bottle of chilled Inniskillin Riesling Ice Wine. 

I genuinely enjoyed just being with and holding her.  As Minerva stated: " my methods are my own"; as are mine.  Discipline and cruelty will merely produce an obedient drone. 

I want to experience all aspects of my slaves, not just their bodies.  They have needs to satisfy the same as I.

Loyalty, affection, subservience, obedience; coupled with intelligence, all these are attributes of a desirable female slave.

That evening in bed, Mandy kept me well satisfied.

Minerva arrived the next Saturday morning with bras, panties, and socks and several sizes of Nike sneakers for Sarah to try on.

She also brought Katherine, her other slave girl.  Katherine was about Mandy's age, brown eyes at five-eight with a

well- rounded voluptuous figure, well suited to bearing children. 

Her short hair was light brown with blond highlights added and styled in a short bob with short curved bangs.

 Like Mandy, she was dressed all in white, except she was wearing her white lab coat instead of a smock.   Katherine would be giving Sarah a physical and compile a medical history.  In addition, she would be drawing blood for lab work. 

I planned on putting Sarah on birth control.

While Katherine was giving Princess her physical, Mandy styled her Mistress's hair in a chignon.  Minerva would be attending a gathering; a gathering was a meeting of the Sanctorum.

Minerva was being summoned to sit on the tribunal of a Master for selling one of his slaves into prostitution to an outsider.

Minerva advised me that she would be out of state for the next five days.  She would be taking Mandy with her to attend to her needs, especially, her hair and makeup. 

The doctor that Katherine worked for was on vacation for two weeks. 

Minerva made arrangements to have Katherine & Mandy's small apartment painted, then new carpet put down.  If nothing else, Minerva was a very well organized efficient woman, making full use of her time and money. 

"I know it's an imposition, would you please let Katherine stay with you while I am gone."  "She has allergies too fresh paint, not to mention the new carpet." This will give the place time to air out thoroughly."

"I think that you will enjoy having her." "Katherine has a very analytical mind."  "You enjoy chess, I will very surprised if you can beat her."  "As a matter of fact, I will bet you a dinner at Salvatore's that you lose 2 out of 3 games." 

"I will take that bet Minerva; enjoy your trip." I said, thinking, "I certainly will be enjoy this buxom beauty."

After her physical, Sarah was given her bras, socks and panties.  After trying on several pair of Nikes; we determined that her correct size was 7 D; Katherine would return the others and get one extra pair in her correct size. 

Minerva went to check on Sarah's new hairstyle.

" Not bad, at least now she is a well groomed little doggie." she said, stroking Sarah's curls. "Did Mandy leave you makeup to practice with slut?"  "Yes Mistress" "Thank you for my undergarments and sneakers." Sarah replied

"It is about time you remembered your manners little doggie." Minerva stated, stroking Sarah's face with the riding crop.

"I will be gone five days."  "Katherine will be staying with your Master." 

"You will be provided with a jump rope and exercise mat." " Your diet will be modified to include more proteins." 

"When I return you had better have lost 25lbs., otherwise I will beat you."  " Besides, after being with Katherine for five days, he will probably forget all about you."

Minerva and Mandy left for the airport. I directed Katherine where to put her suitcase and makeup case. 

I gave her my car keys, credit card and a grocery list, and then sent her shopping. 

I also told her to purchase five outfits: Babydolls & Teddies, explaining that is all she would be allowed to wear the next 5 days.

 "If there is anything special you would like to eat, by all means purchase it"  

"Be warned, I am a competent chess player."  "If you want desert, be prepared to win two out of three."   

Katherine drove away with a big smile on her face.

I found Princess wearing her new bra, panties and sneakers skipping rope.  I sat down and watched her breasts bouncing up and down for a while, then called her over to sit down next to me. 

This time, she knew what to do, putting her head on my chest anticipating and craving my attention. 

"From this point on, when we are alone, you have permission to speak if you have a question or concern." 

"However, you will begin with by asking: "May I have permission to speak?"  "Give me your hand, place it here, your fingers like this at the base of your throat."  "This will be our non verbal signal."  "I will either nod yes or shake my head no."

"May I have permission to speak, Master?" "Yes." I replied,  "I can never go back to my Amish community." 

"I don't want to go back now."  " Mandy and Katherine seem so free, it is hard to explain."  "They are so feminine."

"They were very kind to me."  "They seem so happy to be owned."  

"They are happy because they have totally submitted." I replied.  "They are secure in their femininity in ways few women will ever experience."  "How many husbands do you suppose put forth such time and effort to totally know their wives."

"Will I be like them?" She asked,  "You are like them."  "Your nipples are hard as we speak, am I right?" 

"Yes." she replied, snuggling closer. 

"Are you horny my pretty girl, do you want come?"  "Yes Master, do you want to fuck me?" She asked.

"Such language, where did you ever hear that word?"  "I just want to please you, Master."  "Then don't be vulgar." I replied

"I would prefer that you say make love."  "And no, I do not want intercourse, I want oral sex from you."

 "I left a basin with hot water and a wash cloth on the stairs, go get it."   "Here it is Master, do you want me to wash you?" 

"Of course." I replied  "That is right, gently...take your time."  "Good girl, I think that it is clean enough." 

"Put the basin back on the stairs."  "Did you notice how Mandy did it?"  "Yes that's right."  "Lick the entire shaft................Marvelous."  "Take your little tongue and lick the entire circumference of the tip."  "Very good that feels wonderful."  "Start sucking, good..........yes.... that's it...watch your teeth." I warned, lightly cuffing her head.

"Get your hand out of your panties and stop playing with yourself." "Concentrate on what you are doing." I admonished, cuffing her again. 

Very satisfied, I just lay back on the couch with my hands buried in Sarah's hair until I exploded in her mouth.

"That was very nice for your first attempt at fellatio." "You will have to learn to swallow it all unless you like having semen on your face."  "Now clean the semen that you spilled on me with your tongue; then go wash your face and brush your teeth."

When Sarah returned, she sat back down on the couch with me, snuggling close, with her face on my chest.

"Close your eyes and get ready to kiss me." I took a Hershey's Kiss from my pocket, unwrapped it, and put it in my mouth.  When I kissed her, I pushed it into her mouth with my tongue.  "For you my pretty girl."  "Now you will taste like chocolate, when I kiss you."

"Take off your bra and panties now, but don't touch yourself." "I will do that for you."  "Wonderful, you are absolutely dripping."  "Your panties must be soaked."  "Now kiss your Master."  "Marvelous, you taste like chocolate." 

"You are a horny little thing."  

"Please Master, please let me come, your horny little slaves begs to let her come." 

"Stroke my cunt.... mmm, just like that...put your fingers in there................oh, that feels so good."

" I'll be so good...I'm coming... I want to suck on it again...kiss me; kiss Master...............

Sarah orgasm was incredible; after she peaked, she just collapsed against me, softly crying.

I stroked her hair and held her until she stopped. 

"I want you to keep me."  "I want to stay here with you." "Please don't sell me."  "I will do anything you say, my Master, my owner."  "I can cook and clean house."  "I will be anything you want me to be." 

"I want you to listen to Mistress Minerva and show her that she is wrong about you." 

"You will have to work extra hard to lose the weight."  "I have some books on beauty and makeup for you to read in your spare time."  "Katherine will help you with that." 

"Tomorrow, I will bring you a lighted makeup mirror and everything you will need to practice." 

"I promise I will not disappoint you Master, I have to exercise now, with your permission of course." 

Katherine returned from her shopping trip and put the groceries away.  We went into the library and I put on some music that was suitable: a CD of Traditional Strip Club song that I bought on a whim for a dollar at a flea market. 

I sat back and watched her strip to the music and model the different baby dolls and teddies, settling on red, and the last one she tried on. 

We played chess until 4:00 PM; Minerva was right, I lost five out of seven and greatly enjoyed myself.  I would like to think that that sexy little morsel distracted me. 

That was not the case; she was a much better player then I.  I did notice a couple of tells.  When she was attacking, she always made a loose fist before each move; while defending, she always touched her right cheek. 

Katherine was warned that she would play her best or I would tie her to the pole for the night.

Watching her, I concluded that her mannerisms were precise, yet feminine; Katherine would be a delight to own.

 I left Katherine in the library and went to the kitchen to prepare Sarah's meal.

Sarah was given a grilled chicken breast and steamed broccoli, carrots and white rice for dinner. I was very generous with her vegetable portions, a special treat for hard day of exercise.  She was also given a large cup of jasmine tea with her meal.  Sarah was excited about receiving her mirror and makeup tomorrow.  "Master, are you going to have my ears pierced?"  She asked. 

"Do you want to have your ears pierced?"  "I've always wanted to have them pierced." Sarah replied. 

"Katherine says that she can do it and has stainless steel posts in her medical bag."  "Is that so." I said, smiling.  

"What else does Katherine say?"  "She explained everything about my birth control pills and says I am very healthy."

 "She thinks that you are handsome and loves your big house."  "She hates living in that cramped apartment." "She said that she loved my haircut and wished that her hair was longer." 

"I had intended to have your ears pierced, Sarah."  "In addition to that, I will have Katherine pierce your clitoral hood and have a permanent 18kt. gold ring inserted."  "I will be eating my dinner soon."  "I will talk to you again in the morning." 

"May I pleasure you again, Master?" 

"No, but I like the way that you asked, your choice of words."  "Get some sleep, you have exercised enough for today."

 I walked away thinking, "She is coming along just fine."  "Sarah will be willingly sharing my bed sooner then I thought." 

"I am assured admittance to the Sanctorum."

Katherine was waiting for me in the library, curled up with a copy of "Leaves of Grass" by Walt Whitman. 

"The shrimp is cooling in the refrigerator, along with a bowl of cocktail sauce."  "I will put the steaks in the broiler for us as soon as the shrimp are well chilled." She added. 

"Very good," I commented " I am going to take a nap until dinner is ready, give me a least an hour."  "Set the dining room table with the dishes from the dining room china cabinet." "The linen is the 3 bottom drawers along with the good silver."  "Do not forget the good crystal."

We shared a couple bottles of Alamos Pinot Noir 2002 (Argentina) a nice red wine of moderate price.

Katherine chose the dessert: New York Cheese Cake with fresh blueberries. 

I questioned her during dinner, asking about her profession, making small talk.  I drank sparingly and mostly listened, the wine loosening her tongue.  

I found out that she loved poetry.  The only time she read it was at work; Minerva did not approve, viewing poetry a waste of time. 

This issue was a shame.  For one, Katherine having to read it behind her Mistress's back, and for Minerva not allowing her this harmless intellectual pleasure. I would keep this bit of information to myself, a minor infraction at best, certainly not one for her to be whipped. 

I did give her permission to be herself, because of this, I assumed a certain degree of confidentiality; slave girl or not.  

As I have said before, I have my own methods. 

As is my preference, and as a prelude to foreplay, I showered with Katherine as I did with Mandy. 

While her hair was still wet, I combed it straight back away from her face, tucking the sides behind her ears.  As she stood admiring her reflection in the mirror, I stepped behind her; kissing and licking her neck and ears; caressing her curvaceous buttocks.

"What a shame your hair isn't longer Katherine, I would love to see you with a ponytail."  Katherine just sighed, not commenting.  "Princess's hair will eventually be much longer."  "Her present style is merely transitional."

"Minerva suggested that I cut it much shorter; like Mandy's."  "I believe that bangs suit her; you are beautiful with or without." "I would prefer your hair longer."  "In keeping with your professional image, you would keep it pinned up work."

 This brought a smile to her face, as I knew it would. 

Katherine turned, put her arms around my neck, kissing my mouth, "It would be wonderful if you would buy me from Minerva."

"I will trust you not to tell her that; a girl can dream can't she?"  Katherine was quite perceptive in concluding that I would remain silent. I could not afford her even if I were a member of the Sanctorum, which was the only way I could purchase her. 

If I could afford her, I doubt Minerva would sell her to me.  Of the three, Sarah, Mandy and Katherine, Katherine was the most complex

Intellectually & intuitively, she was Minerva's equal.  It would be a pleasure to explore her complexities. For the present, as long as she trusted me and was forthcoming, her perspective about her Mistress was invaluable.

"King takes queen.... or shall I say King will take the queen to bed."  "We have five days to checkmate one another, Katherine." "You know where my bedroom is; wait for me there."

I went to the library, locking the door behind me.  Going to the wall-to-wall bookcase on the east wall, I pushed the hidden catch allowing one side to swing inward revealing a hidden room.  Entering, I closed the door behind me.

My entire house has concealed fiber optic cameras and microphones in every room. 

This is the Master control room for the entire property.  The dummy room is hidden in the basement.  Minerva knows everything about the dummy one; this one is a secret and will override everything.  To Minerva's knowledge, there are only cameras in the basement and outside perimeter. 

I have a friend whose land is adjacent to mine. While I own 20 acres, David has at least 1400. I purchased most of my furniture from David, as he deals in the unusual and the unique.  Most importantly, David is discreet, a most desirable quality in a friend. 

Whenever David goes out of town for any length of time, I keep an eye on his property and feed his dog Socrates.  Aside from his new wife Laura, Socrates is a one-man dog. 

Socrates and I have a unique relationship.  I let him out to do his business and feed him, Socrates mostly ignores me. 

Up until the time that he married, David was a very private person.  I always called before I went to visit.

David told me that I am always welcome.  I even attended his wedding.  Out of respect, I still will call first, emergencies aside.

My primary occupation is an Electrical Engineer and inventor holding multiple patents. I own a small business employing six people installing complete security systems of my own design.

I have a natural aptitude with computers and will build and incorporate them into the client's security systems.  Like my friend David, my clients are very wealthy and value discretion. 

I installed David's security system. David and I remodeled the library containing the hidden room.

In addition to my security business, I am a silent partner in a business that manufactures stun guns and tasers, all government and police contracts.  None of these are available to the public, all state of the art and my design.  I gave one to David awhile back, although I have no idea what he will do with it. 

He and his wife are most proficient with firearms; and there is always Socrates. 

There are no paper blueprints for the one I used on Sarah.  I custom built it for myself, the blueprints, in my head, as are those for my security system. 

After I ran a diagnostic on the system, I joined Katherine in the bedroom.

We picked up where we left off in the bathroom.  I made Katherine get on her hands and knees on the bed and entered her from behind.

My instincts about her were correct, Katherine enjoyed having intercourse in this position.

She begged me to pull her hair while I was fucking her. Katherine liked it hard and fast and was capable of multiple orgasms.  Actually, she liked intercourse in any position as long as it was a little on the rough side. After we finished making love we went right to sleep.  Katherine was up early and prepared breakfast: sourdough pancakes,

pork sausages and hot coffee.  "Do you want me to bring Sarah her breakfast?" She asked. 

"We will eat first."  "Then you can bring it to her."   "I am going outside for a couple of hours to cut some wood."  "I have four cords done so far and hope to get three more cut and stacked for the season."  "Do you want me to help you?" She offered.

"That won't be necessary, I need the exercise."  "Pick up around the house.... on second thought, it could use a good dusting."

"I am sure that you can find your way around."

 I lost track of the time and was outside for most of the morning. When I returned, I found that Katherine had dusted and vacuumed my entire house. She greeted me at the door, assuming the position. Fresh from the shower her wet hair was combed straight back and shiny with hair gel. Katherine was wearing a red teddy, had put on her makeup; she was wearing blood red lipstick; I loved the look.

"You may stand slave girl, give your Master a kiss."  Katherine put her arms around my neck and complied.  That was quite a work out; I'm soaked with perspiration." "I must smell terrible," I continued, "You smell wonderful." She replied. "Don't you want me to shower first?"  "I love the smell of clean sweat." Katherine answered, continuing to kiss me.  "Do you like my hair?" 

"Get down on your hands and knees and I will show you how much I like your hair." I did her doggie style, right there on the floor the way she liked it, fast and hard, slapping her ass and pulling her hair; afterwards I made her clean me with her mouth. 

"Assume the position.... very nice, I'm going to take a shower, then we will have lunch." "Do not move until I return."

After we ate we brought Sarah her makeup mirror and makeup, as well as her noon meal.  After Sarah ate, she and Katherine took turns skipping rope and exercised together. 

I turned on the hot water to the slop sink and the bathroom allowing Sarah free access for a hot shower and a toilet. 

The girls had worked up quite a sweat together trying to out do one another at jump rope.

I suggested that they shower together while I watched.  They soaped each other down, washing & conditioning each other's hair and drying themselves off.  Then they spent half-an-hour doing each other's makeup. I observed that Katherine enjoyed brushing Sarah's hair.

When they finished, I sat on in the middle of the couch, calling them over. With one slave girl on either side, I announced, "We are going to have a kissing contest."  "There is cheese cake with blueberries in the fridge." 

"The best kisser gets a piece" Having two naked women on a couch trying to out do one another is an experience every man should enjoy at least once in a lifetime.............................  : I declared the contest a tie.

Katherine and Sarah spent a great deal of time together during those 5 days.  In a sense, Katherine was Sarah's mentor, as her gentle influence encouraged and taught Sarah the etiquette of the slaves as mandated by the Sanctorum.  No doubt, it also helped her be more at ease with her previous repressed sexuality, by having another woman's perspective.  Having an exercise partner was another bonus.

On our last evening together, Katherine and I were sitting together in the library sharing a bottle of Dunnewood Merlot.

Katherine again told me something about Minerva that was quite insightful.  I had always assumed that Minerva was bi-sexual

or a lesbian. 

I saw no purpose in having female slaves unless you intended in having sexual relations with them.  Minerva enjoyed the power and prestige of being a Mistress, a dominant.  Katherine and Mandy were for the most part a source of income.

Not that she mistreated them; they were more like unpaid servants for life. Minerva preferred the company of men.

This was a puzzle. If she preferred males, why have female slaves?  This was not a question that I could just come out and ask her.  I needed her support to enter the Sanctorum.  In any case, it was none of my business.

When Minerva returned, she was very pleased with Sarah's progress.  She put on quite the show when I refused to sell Sarah to her, pretending to be angry. I gladly took her out to dinner at Salvatore's twice, once for losing our bet, the other because we both craved their veal marsala. 

Three months had come and gone, Sarah had safely lost the required weight and was very tone and trim. She was now allowed upstairs during the day, and was given her house cleaning duties.  In this she excelled; in addition too cooking and baking the recipes that her mother and aunts taught her.

I purchased a variety of leotards for her to wear around the house.  They hugged her contours and showed off her beautiful figure; a constant reminder for her to maintain her optimum weight with diet and exercise.

Sarah was required to read one book a week and we discussed it, reviewing what she had learned. 

I purchased some used textbooks and brought home library books on music and music appreciation; Sarah received constant exposure to all aspects of my collection, and learned to enjoy the classics.

On the first day of the fourth month, I have placed a calendar on the refrigerator.  On the last day of the month, Sarah will be allowed to sleep in my bed and we will have intercourse. For now she will be sleeping on the floor at the foot of my bed.

Each day she will place an X on the calendar to record the passing days.  She was not allowed orgasm until then and must pleasure me with her mouth.

The day finally arrived and I failed to qualify beforehand exactly when it would begin.  At exactly 12:01 AM, while I was still asleep, Sarah got up off of the floor and got into bed next to me, waking me up. "What do you think you are doing?" I asked.

"You said I would share your bed and I have been good." She replied, snuggling closer. "Do you realize what time it is?"

"It is the last day of the month." She meekly relied, adding "Are you angry with me?" "No, technically you are right; it is the next day and I did promise." I replied, putting my arm around her. 

"Are you going to make love to me now?" she asked, kissing my neck. "Later."  "Oh." she sighed, disappointed. "But you have been good, my pretty girl." "You do know your place." "That deserves a reward."

"You may address me by my first name when we are alone, such as now."  "Will that satisfy you until morning, Sarah?"

"Yes Michael, I can wait until morning." she replied, kissing my mouth and snuggling closer  "Good night, Master."

The alarm was supposed to go off at 7:00 AM, but did not; I woke up instead to my little princess's sweet kisses on my face. 

"Did you sleep well, Michael?" "Do you want me to prepare your breakfast?"  "Yes, very well indeed, and no; you and I will be going out for breakfast."  "Are you well rested little princess?"  "Yes Michael, thank you for asking." "I've never eaten in a restaurant before." "I am sure that you will enjoy the experience, but first things first."  "Stand at the end of the bed"...."Heel"...."Down."

"Tell me what you want," I ordered "I want to feel you inside of me Michael."  "I want you to suck on my breasts."

"What else do you want, Princess?" I asked, getting out of bed and stroking her moist cunt with my fingers.

"I want to lick your cock and suck on it."  "Who am I?" "You are Michael, my Master."  "You are dripping with desire my pretty girl, your sweet flower is my property as is the rest of you."  I took her on the floor in the bedroom. Sarah's sweet orgasm was incredible...I'm coming.... ooh God it feels so good...Master.... I want to suck on it.... yes, oh yes.......................make love to my cunt.....................................................................After she came; I rolled her over on her back, pounding her until I achieved mine.

After we showered, I said "There is a large package wrapped in brown paper in the hall closet for you; bring it here."

Sarah ran to the closet bringing it back to the bedroom, and then carefully opened it, folding the paper and putting it to one side.

"I decided that leotards might not be practical for outside attire."  "I will bet my eye teeth that the blue jeans are a perfect

fit." "Katherine washed three times adding fabric softener at the end of the wash cycle." "Minerva chose the blouse: Chinese silk, a beautiful shade of jade green." I added.

"Did Mistress Minerva really select this blouse for me, it is very beautiful? " She exclaimed, rubbing the fabric on her face.

"I thought that she hated me!"  "Minerva is a practical women."  "She has resigned herself to the fact that you are mine and not for sale or trade."  "Minerva has a wonderful sense of style."  "In attempt to appease her and smooth things over, we will be meeting her for breakfast."  "Then we will be taking you shopping for clothing; I defer to her sense of style in women's attire."

Sarah thanked Minerva for the blouse and Minerva...well, Minerva was Minerva. We went to the different women's clothing stores; Minerva chose the clothing and Princess dutifully tried them on.  Minerva did not ask Sarah's opinion about anything.  What she did chose for her looked good on Sarah and was most appropriate; I concurred with all her selections. The shopping excursion took less then 2 hours, as Minerva no doubt scoped out her selections ahead of time.

After Minerva left, I took Sarah to a jewelry store and bought her a pair of 18-karat gold hoop earrings; she put the stainless steel posts she was wearing in her pocket, putting the hoops on before she left the jewelry store.  Sarah left the store beaming, she looked beautiful and she knew it.  My final purchase for her was perfume.  I have always been partial to the scent vanilla.

We went to Macy's going directly to the perfume counter.  The woman behind the counter would not stop flirting with me; much

to Sarah's displeasure.  All that Sarah could do to show her displeasure, was to stand close to me hanging to my arm; however, if looks could kill.............................

I bought her a bottle of spray cologne: Vanilla Fields by Coty and received many hugs and kisses while we were in Macy's, some no doubt for the benefit of the flirtatious sales clerk. We spent the rest of the day in bookstores, browsing.

Seven months after Princess's abduction, I was summoned to a gathering of the Sanctorum. Sarah would also be attending for her interview in preparation to sign her slave contract.  Minerva would act as my advocate.

The gathering was held in a building that previously was a Grand Old Hotel on the Hudson River, which was remodeled and restored to its former glory by the Sanctorum. Security on the grounds was extremely tight; we went through 3 checkpoints

before we reached the Grand Hotel Main Building.

The three of us were escorted to the waiting room off of the main lobby.  Minerva directed Sarah to strip as she would be naked and on display for most of the weekend; slaves were not allowed clothing once the gathering started, unless they were assigned to serve refreshments.

My initiation and oath would be before the council of 50, which consists of a Grand Master/Grand Mistress representing

each of the 50 United States.  Afterwards, I would be given a gold signet ring upon which the Sanatorium's seal is engraved.

I was also required to bequeath 51% of all of my financial assets and real property to the Sanctorum, at the time of my death.

It should be noted: the Sanctorum considered Slaves real property. Following this paperwork, I was given a retinal scan and my right hand was scanned to record my fingerprints for security and identification purposes.

Lastly, I gave them a cashier's check in the amount equal to 20% of my net worth, predetermined by their forensic accountants.

I was forth coming in declaring everything, including the money hidden in my mattress. The benefits of membership far out weighed the initial cost.  Their code of ethics was quite simple, loyalty, honesty and secrecy to the Sanctorum and Masters/Mistresses of the brother and sisterhood.

After my initiation and paperwork, I was shown to my room by a naked blond slave girl to rest for the gathering- proper,

followed by an informal get-to- together of owners and slaves.  Minerva's room was adjacent to mine; she left me a note to meet her in the lobby at 7:30PM;I took a shower and a nap, setting my alarm for 6:30PM.

During the informal get- to -together, Sarah was required to serve refreshments for one hour to the dominants in the ballroom, as were the other slaves present.  She was dressed in a French Maid's Outfit as were all the other slaves assigned to that duty; there were no males slaves present.

Minerva was introducing me around when the pieces to the puzzle about Minerva's sexual preferences were coming together. 

Of the Fifty Grand Masters & Mistress's present at my initiation, only ten were women; the men out numbered the women four to one.  Dominants, male or female must only be an allowed to own female slaves.  "Michael did you hear what I just said?"

"No, I'm sorry Minerva, I was just thinking how lucky I was to find your dance studio."  "Without your help, I would never be here today, my marvelous mentor."  "You were saying."  "You are welcome Michael." "Now that you are one of us, I wish to thank you as well." 

"Your Sarah has created quite a stir among the gathering."  "The concept of stalking and abducting an Amish women; not to

 mention successfully turning her into your slave and having her sign a contract." "  I as your mentor share a small portion of the accolades." "As well as my own for bringing you into the fold, so to speak." 

"I was saying, that there is someone I want you to meet."  "She wants to purchase Sarah from you."  "Before you say no, hear me out."  "Your account in Luxemburg."  "She is willing to transfer one two hundred fifty thousand dollars to your account." 

I felt a small hand touch the small of my back; my beautiful Princess had turned in her maid's uniform and was kneeling naked beside me. Sarah placed her hand at the base of her throat as I taught her. I smiled at her and shook my head, indicating that she did not have permission to speak.

"No Minerva, I respectfully must decline her offer." "I know you so well my student." "I knew that you would say that"

"Grand Mistress Maud is the prospective buyer." "The answer is still no!"   "Will you at least meet with her Michael?"

"Of course I will meet with her." "She is after all a Grand Mistress." "Then I will schedule a private audience with her Michael."

 "While I an gone, consider her offer."   "Keep in mind two hundred fifty thousand dollars to her is like one hundred dollar to you and I."

Minerva left to talk with the Grand Mistress and I gave Sarah permission to speak "I signed my contract with them, Master"

"I have never seen so many beautiful naked women before, all of them slaves; I am so happy."

"I expected to be groped and leered at, but that was not the case." "Everyone here seems so organized and relaxed."

"The people here are unique my pretty girl"  "You are not some whore or slut on display." "A slave practices her art, as does a

Dominant."  "Much like the geishas of Japan."  "You are a valued piece of property to be guarded and protected."  "Leering and groping is considered bad form and could lead to censure or expulsion."  "There are other factors I will not discuss here."  "Did you eat?"  "Yes, we were fed before we served refreshments."  "It was explained to me that my primary duty now is to attend to you."  "I will be going back to your room with you later for the rest of our stay."

As we were talking, I could her a familiar voice calling to me from across the room. I looked up to see my divorce attorney

Matt Alderman wave to call me over.  Kneeling naked beside him was his receptionist, Nancy, looking lovelier then ever.

"Congratulations Michael, welcome to the Sanctorum."  "Is this the one I have been hearing so much about?" She is quite pretty."

"Thank you Matt" "I have finally found my place in the world"  "And you Nancy, you are looking lovelier then ever."

"Thank you Master Michael, but if you will excuse me, I am required to serve refreshments soon."

Matt and I found an empty table and sat down; Sarah kneeled down next to me.  "Do you still hate your ex wife- Michael?"

"I don't really hate her per say."  "I was betrayed by her."  "She did commit adultery."

"On the other hand if it were not for her..."I know what you mean." Matt interrupted. "If it were me, I would have ruined her by now."  "Both financially and mentally." "First, she would crawl back begging, then be under my thumb...finally, I would sell the cunt." Matt raised his hand motioning to a pretty blond slave carrying a tray with glasses of champagne. "Thank you, I will take two."  He said handing me one. "You look very nice with clothing, Cindy." "Send my regards to your Master." "You are dismissed."

 "A toast to you Michael, may you acquire many more!"

Matt was obviously well into his cups. This would be my opportunity to get some answers. I found out that Grand Masters are not elected, but appointed by a consensus of the fifty.

Grand Mistresses serve at the pleasure of the Sanctorum; they may make recommendations, but their number is limited to

ten; Grand Masters have the weighted vote.  The value of Mistresses lies in their ability to secure women slaves for the Masters.

Wealthy, intelligent women such as Grand Mistress Mandy are considered an asset to the Sanctorum as a whole.

It was announced at the gathering proper that Grand Mistress Athena would be stepping down due to health reasons.

A replacement would have to be chosen by the fifty.  Minerva was rumored as a possible replacement; being highly regarded

by many of the fifty; especially by her mentor; Grand Mistress Maud.

The last piece of information was the most valuable of all; Male slaves did not exist in the world of the Sanctorum.

Masters or Grand Masters found guilty of serious offences could be put to death; males played for the highest stakes of all"

My meeting with Grand Mistress Maud was not what Minerva expected; I turned down the second offer as well; politely of course.  The Grand Mistress was gracious, telling me that the offer was on the table if I were to change my mind.

Minerva's anger was barely contained. The only indication of such was in her green eyes; I expected lightning bolts to strike me down from the looks that she gave me.  "What's done is done Michael."  "It is certainly your right to refuse her offer."

"If you do reconsider, I would be willing to give you unlimited access to my girls."  "I would keep their incomes of course."

"This is your day after all, go back to the ballroom and mingle, I will be with you shortly," she added, kissing my mouth and biting my lip enough to hurt and smiling.  I was tempted to swap her ass as she walked away, but thought the better of it.

One year had now gone by. Minerva had not achieved her goal to be a Grand Mistress; a Grand Master was installed in that vacancy.  Minerva and I had grown apart, no longer spending as much time together.

During the previous five months, I took off some time from work, and did some traveling. Sarah and I went to Hawaii for two weeks. I rented a convertible; we spent another month just touring the country, staying in the best hotels, many nights for free;

compliments of the Sanctorum. 

Minerva showed up one evening with dressed to kill.  She was wearing a tight black dress and her makeup was impeccable.

Minerva's beautiful red hair was curled and pinned up; the way she knew I liked it.  "We are both too stubborn for our own good"

"I want things to be the way that they were." she said, kissing my mouth. "Let me make things up to you." "I promise that I will

make this an evening that you will never forget."   I was thinking "My beautiful Minerva, I'm sure it will be an evening neither

of us will forget."  "Shall we dance first, my marvelous mentor, just the two of us?" "I shall lock Sarah in the library for the evening so as not to disturb us." I replied.

We danced, shared a bottle of Giesen Riesling 2006 (New Zealand), and then danced some more. Minerva was quite passive this evening and I did some things I had never done to her in the past while dancing; I patted and squeezed her ass and played with her hair; first taking the hairpins out letting it down and playing with her loose curls as we danced; and she let me, seemingly enjoying the attention.

Minerva suggested we go to my bedroom; she wanted to spend the night. Once there she said "There is the matter of oral sex

owed to you lover."  She said removing her slinky black dress.  "Lie on your back and close your eyes; relax I will take care of everything." I did as she requested, anticipating what would come next. "Are the condoms still in your top dresser drawer?"

"As always."  I answered, on the bed with my eyes closed.  "I will get them out for when you will pleasure me."

Minerva started by stroking my penis with her hand, then licking the tip.  I felt something cold on my neck; I opened my eyes. Minerva had removed my taser from the drawer and pressed against my neck. "Surprise lover!" She said, smiling, depressing the

switch, the arc of electricity jumping between the electrodes. "You ungrateful bastard." "You cost me a great deal of money, not to mention my chance to be Grand Mistress."  I just lay there not moving. "That should keep you in your place for awhile."

"You are a fool Michael, telling me about your hidden control center in the basement."  "For a security expert, you are not very secure."  "While you and Princess were on vacation, Maud and I made some modifications." 

"What do you think of that?"  She exclaimed, placing the taser on my testicles and again pressing the switch.

"Maud is five minutes from here, I am going to pick up my cell phone and call her"................ "She is on the way, Michael."

"The offer is still on the table except now the offering price is a dollar." "You are going to take it." "Did I mention we planted

bogus evidence showing money in off shore accounts in the Cayman Islands proving you lied to the Sanatorium's auditors."

"If you want to remain a Master in good standing, you had better do as you are told, little boy." Leaning forward kissing my mouth, she again zapped me with the taser.  

Minerva then put the taser on the bed next to me. Turning her back to me, she bent over to pick up her dress.

I sat up and slapped her shapely ass, hard, causing her to shriek with surprise and fright.

I picked up the taser, a smile on my face "Minerva, Minerva...my beautiful teacher and mentor." "What have you done?"

"How....I don't understand........."You mean this." I interrupted, offering her the taser. " But, I tested it myself, just like you showed me Michael; the electricity jumped between the electrodes................................

"Very simple my dear; let me explain."  "There is a hidden switch inside this unit that can only be activated by a samarium cobalt magnet of a specific polarity." "This mentioned magnet is contained within this titanium ring that I always wear."

I stated, holding up my hand.  "Without the ring, the sparks are just for show."

"We still broke into your security system..." I laughed and just shook my head. "Every room in this house has multiple fiber

optic cameras and microphones."  "Everything you have done has been recorded."  "The room you know about is not the Master Control; that is elsewhere."  "As we speak, there is a live feed over the internet on an encrypted connection to a few concerned Grand Masters."  "You have incriminated yourself, as well as Grand Mistress Maud."

"What happens now Michael?"  "Get dressed and pin up your hair, Maud will be here shortly" "Why pin up my hair?" "Just do it Minerva, that is not a request."  Minerva meekly did as she was told.  "I am going to allow you your dignity for now; we are still equals."

"Go downstairs and let her in, I need to get dressed."  "I will meet you two in the kitchen; you know how I like my coffee."

After Minerva went downstairs, I turned on my laptop to monitor things from upstairs.  As soon as the Grand Mistress was in the house, I disabled all the electronic locks, keeping them from leaving.  I also jammed any cell phones from working inside the house.

I found them both waiting for me in the kitchen.  Maud was calm and collected sipping her coffee; Minerva was sitting next to her with her hands over her face crying.  I poured myself a cup of coffee and sat down facing them. 

Maud was the first to speak "For goodness sake Minerva, stop crying and try to act like a Mistress for the short time you have left as one."  "All the doors leading to the outside are locked and you somehow jammed my telephone reception: by the way thank you for the coffee." "You are welcome Grand Mistress."

"Good form Master Michael, I detected no sarcasm in your voice."  "None was intended." I replied.

" How long until the enforcers arrive?" She asked.  "They will be here in approximately ten minutes." "I have disabled the cameras and microphones to this room." "You may speak freely."

"We should have been more careful"  "Minerva underestimated you and I overestimated her" "Minerva is in love with you

Michael; and was too proud to tell you; she is jealous of your slave, Princess."  "My love for Minerva and her jealousy towards your Sarah has been our ruin." "You however will come out of this a wealthy man"

"I care for her deeply, despite everything that has happened" "Do you understand what I am telling you, Michael?"

"I understand perfectly, Maud."

The enforcers arrived and escorted Maud and Minerva from the premises. Grand Master Arthur remained

to brief me on the upcoming events.  "The Tribunal of 13 will take place in 3 days"  "Mistress Minerva and Grand Mistress

Maud will be defending themselves."

"I have known Maud for over forty years" "Her financial savvy has greatly increased the Sanctorum's coffers during that time" "You will of course will testify against them for their crime against you" "If they are found guilty, and they will be found

guilty, they will be stripped of their titles and made slaves."

"It is your right to claim 20% of their net worth; the rest will go to the Sanctorum" "In Maud's case, you are looking at close to

six million dollars" "I would ask you a favor"  "Lay no claim on Maud's person"  "Allow her to be a community slave of the Sanctorum" "Maud still can still be of some service to us because of her financial savvy; The 50 will remember your generosity."

Minerva and Maud were found guilty as Grand Master Arthur predicted.  Minerva became my property, per the prior stipulations

of her Mistress's contract.  Katherine and Mandy's contracts were transferred to me; I would now receive their incomes.

I am a wealthy enough Master to now afford four lovely slaves, and because of this, my standing in the Sanctorum grew immensely.  I received multiple offers to purchase Minerva: I turned them all down; I had plans for her.

I will close down her dance studio; the beauty salon shall remain opened.  Katherine may continue on with her profession and both she and Mandy will now live with me.  After all, I have eight bedrooms, plenty of room for all of us.

 Minerva finally got her pole; she is bound to it in the basement. In 5 minutes she will have been standing for 24 hours.

I expect to problems from her; Minerva is a broken, disgraced women. Unfortunately, I will have to make an example of her.

Like Maud, despite everything that has happened, I do care for her. Minerva will make a marvelous slave.......................

"It is time, Michael."  Katherine informed me, we are ready.  We went down to the basement to prepare Minerva for her new life. 

Taking her face in my hands "I am going to take out your ball gag" "You do not have permission to speak" "You will listen,

slave Minnie; once known as Mistress Minerva." "You will have to earn the privilege to serve me."  "You will be the servant

of my three girls standing before you."

"Slaves though they may be, their loyalty to me is absolute" "You will be their servant, a slave to slaves."

"And now for your collar Minnie" "Although only a prototype, it will do the job." I said locking it into place.

"You are confined to this house." "You will not be allowed outside."  "This collar will prevent it."  "The electrical shock will

will render you unconscious if you attempt to disobey." "I will have your permanent collar completed it a few weeks"

"It will be smaller and prettier, but just as effective; it will also be waterproof."

"My girls have decided that you need a haircut" "It is unseeingly that a slave's servant have longer hair then theirs."

"But first, there is the issue of oral sex owed."  I released her from the pole and made her kneel before me. Mandy brought me her scissors.  I cut her beautiful long hair level with the nape of her neck as she went down on me, as the girls watched.

Katherine ordered her to sweep up her hair, and throw it in the trash.  Minnie's haircut was not over: Mandy would do the honors and finish it. But first Princess ordered her to the slop sink and ordered her to wash her body and shampoo her hair; cold water only.

The first cut was a chin length blunt bob, that when blow-dried and brushed out was quite attractive on her.

"Is her hair short enough Michael?" "I want it as short as yours Mandy."  "When your hair is shoulder length again, you may

allow her to grow it out again." "By then, she may be worthy to serve me."  "We will see."

Mandy gave Minnie her final haircut, a short pixie cut with bangs.  We left Minerva crying on the floor, tied to her pole

 She started to roam with her hands again, rubbing all over and I decided it would only be fair to do the same. As I slowly lifted her shirt I asked her "Are you sure that this is what you want?" "Yes, god yes, I've wanted it since I met you in 9th grade!" So I ripped her shirt right off of her and grabbed her sides, kissing her neck and slowly down her chest. I reached in back and unclipped her bra. Her gorgeous breasts didn't even flop, they were perfect. With bo sag whatsoever, the sight of these perfect tits made my dick even harder, and with this angel on my lap, my cock was nestled perfectly under her pussy. She looked at me, "Do you like them? They're so fucking big, it makes the rest of me look fat" "Damn girl! They're perfect, just like the rest of you!" So slowly I kissed the top of her breasts, making my way down to her nipples and sucked on those for a while, she grabbed my head and pushed my head even harder onto her perfect tits.

 I was in total heaven. Next I started kissing her again and slowly lifted her up so I could pull her skirt down. I had her skirt down at the same time that she started to rub my dick through the fabric. "Oh my god, it's so huge, can I see it?" I shook my head yes and she got off me and slowly pulled down my shorts. My dick sprung free and she grabbed it, "Holy fuck, how big is it?" "I don't actually know, want to measure it?" "God yes" At which she reached into her bag and pulled out her school ruler. "I never thought that my dream would come true, measuring my favorite teachers dick, oh my god! It's 11 inches long and at least 3 inches thick! I don't know if I can handle my first dick so big... but let me try at least," So she started to jack me off, slowly at first, her hand was just rubbing my entire dick; when she got up to the head she rubbed it in circles, licking as she went to make it slicker; then she licked it all the way up and down, finally she slowly started to suck on it.

"Does this feel good?" "Oh god yes, keep doing that" she slowly took more and more into her mouth, she felt like a pro at it, slowly swirling her tongue around the head of my dick. "Oh god damn, that feels so good," I said as I grabbed the back of her head and slowly pushed her onto my dick, then I felt it hit the back of her throat, 3 inches down, and she gagged. "Sorry, I'll be easier on you Ally," "No, keep going, I know I can get it down." So I kept going, and get it down she did, slowly but surely she started to deep throat me, breathing through her nose; I was in heaven .

 "Damn Ally, keep going it feels so good," I moaned, as I started thrusting into her mouth. With 9 inches of cock down her throat it felt like heaven as she moved up and down my dick, and I thrusted and started to thrust down her throat, it felt so good, just sliding in and out. "I'm coming! Oh fuck I'm coming!" And without even having time to pull out of her throat I came down her throat, coating it with tons of my cum. "Oooooooh, dammmmn Ally, you are amazing, but now it's my turn." Slowly pulling out of her throat, I saw her swallow as I picked her up, all that come had gone straight into her stomach. "Not too bad Mr. Logan, not too bad tasting at all." "Damn girl!"

We sat down then and she sighed and rested on my side, idly playing with my limp wet cock, almost immediately making it stiffen again. "Charles? I know you wont, but please don't tell anyone about this. I figured that once we started this it might be a one time thing. I just wanted you to know that I really like you, and I want you to be my first, in everything." "Wow, Ally I didn't know you had thought this through at all..." "Yeah, I kinda wanted you to see me, I don't know why but I hoped it would turn you on a bit, I just... I've never been with a guy before; the farthest that I've gotten is kissing with one guy, and he kept pushing his tongue down my throat. I just hoped that you would be able to make me scream in pleasure like I heard my sister with her 21 year old boyfriend." "Well, for someone looking for pleasure, you sure know how to make a guy feel good, don't worry at all about me telling anyone, and I'm sure darling that we could make this go on for as long as you want it to. You ready for this?"

 "Yeah!" I then promply got down on my knees and pulled her towards me on the couch. I slowly started rubbing her breasts with one hand, massaging her ample tits slowly and making her squirm. I lifted her off the couch a bit and slowly slid her panties down off her ass. Rubbing her ass I slowly made my way up to her juicy pussy, "my my, you really want this don't you?" "oh god yes, please stop teasing me," fine I thought, so I started to rub the outside folds of her pussy slowly, making her moan a bit. I moved my hand up to her clit; I rubbed her there for a while before I started to move my fingers into her. My right hand was working her breasts, slowly rubbing the nipple up and down and squeezing, while my left hand thrust into her with one finger and rubbed her clit with my thumb. I started kissing her again, and then biting her ear, slowly licking and kissing my way down to her breasts, I put another finger into her gorgeous pussy. After slowly savoring her perfect nipples I slid down and started to lick her inner thighs, kissing up towards her sweet honey pot.

 I finally made it, when she grabbed my head and forced it towards her pussy. I immediately started licking at her clit, while using my extra fingers on my left hand to thrust up into her vagina. I could feel her hymen, and I could only wait to break it. I kept at what I was doing, swirling her little clit around in my mouth only made Ally grip my hair harder and squirm in my hands, she started moaning really loud, finally she pushed my head in so hard I couldn't breath, yet I kept licking and probing as hard as I could; I heard her scream "I'm comiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!!!" and her pussy flooded with her intoxicating juices. She let go of my head and my face was drenched with her juice, she grabbed me one more time and kissed me again. I could taste myself on her and I knew she could taste herself. I reached over and grabbed a napkin from the table, "So, do you want to move this into the bedroom? There's more space there." "I would love that Charles... Ooooh!" She squealed in pleasure as I lifted her gorgeous naked form into my arms, kissed her on the lips and carried her up the stairs, her breasts slowly bouncing as I walked with her, down the hallway while massaging her ass.

 I got to my door I couldn't reach the doorknob so I threw her over my shoulder and she laughed as I spanked her while opening my door. I got in the door and laid her down on the bed. With her lying there in the crumpled sheets she looked so amazing, so I crawled next to her and she rolled on top of me. "God Ally, I wish I wasn't your teacher, you're so amazingly sexy." And with those last words I kissed her and slowly started to lift her up so she was sitting right on top of my re-engorged cock. It felt amazing nestled between her pussy lips, but now was the time to go one more step. I looked her in the face and told her, "Ally, I am completely infertile due to a surgery I had a while ago, so I don't need a condom. Are you ready?" She nodded her consent. I lifted her up and positioned my manhood right under her throbbing pussy, slowly lowering her down onto.

 Oh my god she was so amazingly tight. I don't think anything thicker than an inch had ever been in here before. "Uuuuuuuhhh" was all I could say, and there it was, only a fingers length in and I was at her hymen. That was when she thrust herself down and took another 5 inches in, leaving her at about 7 inches of the whole eleven. "Omigod omigod omigod it hurst so much..." She grabbed me in a hug "Do you want me to stop Ally?" "No, I'll get used to it, keep going, please?" I slowly slid in, inch by inch for about 5 minutes until I was all the way in and you could almost see a slight bulge in her tight stomach. Slowly but surely I started to pump in and out, while she sat on top of me, helping me by bouncing a bit. Faster until she leaned on me, thrusting in and out of her she started to moan, louder and louder, "Oh god, oh god I'm coming!" She came on top of me, but I was still at least 10 minutes away, I wanted to savor it and give her the most pleasureable experience of her life.

 Faster now I kept going in and out. "Oh god, faster please!" So I pumped harder, taking her breasts with my hand and rubbing the nipples while she moaned in pleasure. "Fuck! I'm coming again! Oooooooooooooh" And one more time she came all over me, it took all my strength not to come when she tightened on me like that. I kept thrusting in her, "Oh! Oh shit that feels good, keep doing that!" I felt it, I had hit her g-spot, and so I made sure to hit it over and over again. She started to tighten on more time, this time harder than ever before "Oh god, Charles I'm cooommiiiiiiiiing!" "I'm coming to Ally, oh shit I'm commiiiiiiiiiiiing!!" I exploded in her, spewing my infertile gallons of seed all over her insides, mixing with her overflowing pussy juices. After that she just sat on me, while my cock shrunk down to its normal 6" length. After that she fell asleep on me, and I under her. 13 hours of sleep later, I woke up in the same position, with my cock still in her, but this time I was hard, again. I slowly started to thrust, in and out while she slept. She woke up slightly from the shaking. "Wow, someone's in for some morning fun, hmm?"

To be continued...

I asked him for clarification, “Does being very friendly mean flirting?”

He hesitated then replied, “Let’s just say I won’t mind if you flirt with him in front of me.”

I asked, “Is he married?”

Rob answered, “No, he’s recently divorced and probably has been out of action for awhile. He’s in his 40’s so he’d probably cum in his pants having a beautiful girl in her 20’s flirting with him.”

I felt kind of guilty being a cock tease to this guy just to get Rob his business but told Rob I’d do anything I could to help him secure this new client.

The first day we were in Vegas Rob had to attend some meetings, so I was left by myself. I had a very relaxing day which included lunging by the pool, getting a massage by a hot guy and having my hair and nails done. I was feeling really good and may I add horny from that massage, so by time Rob got back I wanted to fuck him so bad! He said we had no time to fuck and rushed me to get ready for dinner. He was clearly a little nervous and was being very anal about every detail. He picked out the sexiest dress I had and told me to wear it for tonight. It was a short, tight black dress with spaghetti straps and a low neckline. I wore black heels and stockings, a little thong and no bra. I looked hot, but Rob was so preoccupied he didn’t even notice or comment! I was very disappointed especially after he turned me down for sex.

 

We arrived at the restaurant and that's when I was introduced to the man Rob was so desperately trying to land as a client. His name was Jonathan and I was very surprised to find that he was a very attractive man, with blonde hair and blue eyes. He was over 6' tall and I noticed he had a nice built from the tight silk shirt he was wearing. I was expecting some ugly out of shape guy; I was going to enjoy flirting with him!

During dinner we all drink a lot. I was feeling quite buzzed from the alcohol and was flirting big time with Jonathan. He wasn’t what I expected though; he was a very confident and charming man and had no problem hitting on me right in front of Rob. I guess a man that is that successful has no problem saying what he feels and taking what he wants.

He would say things like, “Britney I love that dress on you. I girl with a body like yours should not be shy about showing it off.”

To which I replied, “Thanks I’m glad someone at this table appreciates how I look.” That was a low blow to Rob and I regretted saying it.

Jonathan teased Rob after that saying things like, “You better satisfied her because if you don’t a hot girl like Britney would have no problem finding a man that would.”

The conversation turned to sex and Rob was clearly uncomfortable with that topic. I on the other hand was not and answered most of his questions. Like how often we do it (two or three times a week), my favorite sexual position (doggie) and the most outrageous place I’ve ever done it (Victoria’s Secret dressing room – pre Rob). That’s when Rob finally changed the subject!

When we had a moment alone Rob said, “Holy shit Britney I asked you to flirt with him and you’ll not holding back are you!”

I asked him, “Do you want me to stop?”

He reluctantly said, “No, it’s okay it seems to be working. He totally loves it, I just wish you didn’t answer every question especially about things you did with other guys!”

I replied with a grin, “Hey you knew about Victoria’s Secret!” then quickly added, “Ya know I wasn’t expecting him to be so good looking.”

Just as I said that Jonathan came up from behind me and as he sat down he had a big smile. I was embarrassed that he probably heard me say he was good looking. After dinner we went gambling. We played craps and I rolled the dice for him. I was doing really well and winning him and a lot of other people on the table money. We continued to drink and I was drunk. Jonathan was standing behind me to the side as I rolled and had one hand roaming over my body. He tried to be discrete about it, but I sure Rob noticed. Rob didn’t say a word and I guess he was willing to let Jonathan feel me up to get his business. It was so turned on and when I felt Jonathan’s hard cock rubbing up against my butt I knew he was too!

After craps Jonathan wanted to play blackjack. I was getting late and it was obvious Rob was coming down from the alcohol. He had a long day and was jet-lagged. Jonathan knew Rob had an early meeting the next morning.

He said, “Rob you look beat! Go get some sleep.”

Rob replied, “I’m fine, I’m having a good time.”

Jonathan insisted, “Rob get to bed. It’s okay. Just leave your beautiful wife here.” He laughed, “Don’t worry I’ll be a gentleman.”

Jonathan then asked me, “Do you want to gamble with me a little longer? You’re my good luck charm.”

I answered, “Sure” then turned to Rob and said, “Why don’t you listen to him and go get some sleep.”

Rob seemed uncomfortable leaving me with Jonathan, but he couldn’t say no to him. As he kissed me good night he whispered to me to behave.

Once Rob had left Jonathan said, “No offence, but I’m glad he’s gone. If you hadn’t joined us tonight I think I would have shot myself if I was alone with him.”

We gambled and drank for another hour and during that time he took every opportunity to compliment me and feel me up. He also made a number of alarming remarks that Rob didn’t have a chance to get his business. I was trying to convince him to give Rob his business the whole time we were together, but it wasn’t working. At the end of the night while in the elevator alone with him he leaned over and began to kiss me. I didn’t stop and he shimmied up my dress over my hips and was running his hands over my ass and in between my legs. I was so wet and horny I would have let him fuck me right then, but the elevator door opened and a couple caught us! It was humiliating as I quickly pulled my dress down. We both got out at my floor and then he asked me to come back to his room. With the moment broken I told him that I should just go back to my room.

That’s when he told me, “If you want Rob to get my business you’re going to have to fuck me.”

I was stunned. I said, “What…are you kidding!”

He answered, “I don’t joke about business.”

I said, “That’s not right!”

He replied, “That’s business honey! If I don’t get you Rob doesn’t get me.”

I asked, “How do I know if I fuck you you’ll give Rob your business?”

He replied, “I’m giving you my word and I didn’t become successful by breaking my word.”

He started to fondle my big tits in the hallway. I didn’t know what to do. I knew how much this trip meant to Rob’s career, but I also knew he wouldn’t want me to fuck him either. I then thought to myself “Well Rob wanted me to flirt with him and he was letting him feel me up right in front of him.”

I then offered, “I’ll give you a blowjob.”

Jonathan smiled and took me by my hand and lead me back to the elevator. When we got back to his room he removed my dress within a minute. He squeezed my tits with his big strong hands and complimented me how awesome my tits were. He then started sucking on them. As he sucked on them he slid his hand down my flat stomach and into my panties. My pussy was so wet as two of his fingers easier penetrated me. He finger fucked me for about five minutes as he sucked on my tits.

I knew if I didn’t stop him soon I’d wind up letting him fuck me, so I undid his slacks and pulled out his hard cock. I was stunned by the size. It must’ve been at least nine inches and it was very thick. The head was very pronounced and was the size of a doorknob. I just stoked him and looked down at it.

I said, “Wow you’re huge!”

He asked, “So how do I compare to your husband?” as he pushed me down to my knees.

I answered, “You’re much bigger than Rob!” he liked my answer!

I started licking up his shaft. When my tongue reached the top of his cock I twirled it around his fat head. I then opened my mouth wide and took his cock in. I slid my lips about three quarters down his cock until I felt his head hit the back of my mouth. I knew deep throating him would be a challenge but I was determined to take his big cock completely in my mouth. I would slowly withdraw his cock from my mouth until my lips were around his head. I'd suck on his fat head for a moment then I'd slid my lips down his shaft again. I'd go a little bit further down then slid it back out of my mouth. I kept repeating this process until I was able to reach the base of his cock with my lips. His pubic hair tickled my nose and I desperately tried not to gag on his big cock. After a moment with his cock buried down my throat I slowly slid back up his shaft. I deep-throated him about seven or eight time in a row.

 

He was moaning as he said, "Damn Britney you suck the best cock!"

 

Then I started sucking on his cock with shorter and faster stokes. I was bobbing my head up and down his cock really fast and I could taste his precum. He was moaning loud and I knew his was about to explode in my mouth.

 

That's when he pulled his cock from my mouth and said, "Aaaaa you're going to make me cum!" He breath heavy and said, "I don't want to cum yet."

 

He then sat down on the bed and lifted his feet on the bed too and leaned back on his extended arms.

 

He commanded, "I want you to lick my balls and my asshole!"

 

I went over to the edge of the bed between his legs and got back down on my knees. I started to lick his balls and ran my index finger around his asshole. After a couple of minutes licking his big balls he once again told me to lick his asshole. I didn’t want to do it, but listened to him anyway. I ran my tongue from his balls to his asshole.

 

When I got to his puckered hole I twirled my tongue around it. He moaned loud and I started to squeeze the base of his cock very hard with my hand, his cock swelled. I continued my rimjob for five minutes. I started to get into it as I rubbed my clit with my free hand. My pussy was so wet and I wanted his big cock in me so bad! I began pushing my tongue in his asshole.

 

He moaned, "Oh yeah you little slut! Bury your tongue up my ass!"

 

I felt embarrassed by his comment, but stuck my tongue as far up his ass as I could get. I was bacisaly fucking his asshole with my tongue as I moved my head back and forth against his ass. I was stroking his rock hard cock and had him on the verge of ejaculating again.

 

He ordered me in a stern voice, "Suck my cock you little slut I wanna cum in your mouth!"

 

I obeyed him and stopped my tongue assault on his asshole and licked from his asshole to his balls up his shaft, which precum was running down, to his head. I took his cock in my mouth and started sucking him off as fast as I could. Within a minute he exploded with huge burst of cum! Thick streams of cum were fired into my mouth. The first stream shot with such force it hit the back of my throat causing me to impulsively gag! The next two burst of gooey cum filled my mouth, coating my tongue and the roof of my mouth.

I removed his erupting cock from my mouth and quickly was hit on my forehead and left eyebrow with cum that drip down my face. I coughed and some of his cum in my mouth spilled out over my chin. Before I could get his cock between my big tits I took another shot of cum across my left cheek. The cum that was still in my mouth I swallowed down. The whole time he was moaning very loud.

I wrapped my tits around his huge cock. Even though he had stopped ejaculating he looked liked he was still enjoying a very nice orgasm. He encouraged me to tit-fuck him as every muscle in his body had tensed up. I began to pump his cock between my tits very fast and the head of his cock swelled. He looked so big and looked as if he were about to exploded!

Jonathan couldn’t speak, he just grunted loudly as his cock erupted once again. I looked up so as not to get hit in the face with more cum. He covered my tits with his cum. I was amazed at how much cum this man produced. I kept pumping his cock between my tits until I had milked the last drop of semen from those big balls on his. I removed his still rock hard cock from between my firm tits and slowly stroke him. After he was done ejaculating his cock became super sensitive and his whole body shivered as I rubbed his bulging head.

He grabbed my hand with his and stopped me from rubbing his cock while he said, “Please Britney no more!”

He laid back on the bed and said, “Damn Britney that was the most amazing blowjob I’ve ever gotten.” as he tried to catch his breath.

I didn’t say a word; I just picked up my dress from the floor and headed to the bathroom. When I looked at myself in the mirror I just froze. I was such a mess, my face and tits covered with cum! I just stared at myself in disbelief at what I had just done, but the cum on me was proof it really happened. After a minute I cleaned myself up and got dressed.

When I left the bathroom Jonathan was lying naked on his bed. He patted the bed and told me, “Come here.”

I continued to head towards the door and said, “I can’t. It’s late and I really have to go.” Right before I opened the door I added, “This was really wrong. You have to promise never to say anything about tonight to Rob!”

He replied with a big grin, “Fine. I won’t tell Rob what a little slut his wife is.” As he laughed I left his room feeling so used and dumb.

When I got back to my room I tried to seek into bad without waking Rob, but he was waiting for me.

He said, “It’s so late! What happened after I left?”

I answered, “Nothing I want to go to sleep.”

Rob then said, “I’m sorry Britney, I hope you’re not mad at me.”

I asked, “For what?”

He answered, “For making you flirt with that asshole and for not saying anything as he fondled you at the craps table. It killed me to watch him feel you up! I feel so bad letting him do that to you.”

I said, “Don’t worry about it.”

He added, “Britney please be honest with me. I know he wanted me to leave so he could make a move on you. I just need to know how far he got with you. I won’t be mad I promise.”

This was my opportunity to confess, but I knew he couldn’t handle the truth of me telling him I gave him a blowjob and rimjob. I figured I had to tell him something cause he would believe me if I said nothing happened. I told him how we kissed in the elevator and that he pulled up my dress and felt my ass.

Rob asked, “So you kissed him back?”

I answered, “It happened so fast and we got caught by a couple when to doors opened, so it didn’t last long at all.”

Rob snapped back, “Well I’m guess I’m lucky you got interrupted because you wouldn’t have stopped him. You probably would’ve let him fuck you in the elevator right? You said he was so good looking!”

I said, “Maybe I should’ve! At least he wants to fuck me! You know I put up with him for you!”

Rob apologized and took all the blame. I told him let’s just forget this night. That nothing bad happened and that Jonathan probably did cum in his pant like Rob had joked about earlier and he is definitely very jealous of Rob. I told Rob that when he lands Jonathan as a client it will be worth it.

I said to Rob, “It’s over let’s go to sleep.” As I kissed him good night I hoped he didn’t taste Jonathan cum in my mouth!

Unfortunately for me the next day I would find out it wasn’t over!

To be continued….

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Then the weekend before his bachelor party I found their plans through Tim’s girlfriend (Katie) who had read an email detailing the plans. They were to go out for happy hour and hit a few bars getting Rob drunk, then go to a strip club before heading back to Tim’s apartment where another stripper would show up. I thought it was strange that they would hire a stripper to go to Tim’s apartment after coming from a strip club, like why not just stay there? That’s when Katie told me knowing those guys they hired the stripper to fuck Rob and taking him to the strip club is just to get him drunk and horny. I got so scared at that thought and wanted to tell Rob he couldn’t go but Katie had an idea to ruin their plans and test Rob’s honesty at the same time. After hearing her out I decided to go along with it.

 

That Friday night, the night of his bachelor party, we put our plan in motion and set Rob up for a big surprise. We first called the stripper and cancelled. We then called Tim and told him Daisy, the stripper, couldn’t make it but that a replacement named Amber, that would be me, will come in her place and that she would make them very happy.

 

I guess I should take a moment and tell you a little about myself. My real name is Britney. I was 24 years old when I got married. I have long straight brunette hair, green eyes and I’m very pretty. I have big firm tits with pink nipples, a thin waist, tight round ass and nice legs. Guys constantly hit on me and I admit I like the attention and will flirt even though I was engaged.

 

The night of Rob’s bachelor party I showed up to Tim’s apartment in disguise. I wore a wavy blonde wig with sunglasses even though it was at night. I also wore a lot of make-up, much more than usual. I wore a tight sexy black dress, fishnet stockings and high heels. I thought I’d be able to fool Rob’s friends since they only meet me a few times, but I figured Rob would know it’s me pretty quickly. The plan was to start to strip and when I got down to my black lace bra and panties I would get down on my knees in front of Rob and undo his pants and pull out his cock and then tell him I wanted to give him a blowjob. If I got that far and he said yes I’d pull off my wig and bust him! I wouldn’t call off the wedding, but I’d give him hell.

 

It was 11:30 when I arrived and as Tim let me in he commented how hot I was and the other guys made similar comments. Rob was sitting on a chair and looked so wasted. He was so drunk I now felt more comfortable that he wouldn’t recognize me so easily. They were all horny and drunk and were eager for me to start stripping right away. I was nervous, but started to dance for them once they turned on the music. I danced as sexy as I could grinding my hips and touching my breasts. Soon I slowly removed my dress. I was actually enjoying my striptease and I was very turned on stripping in front of Rob and his friends without them knowing it was me.

 

I started getting more into it and put my leg on Rob’s friend Sal’s chair right between his legs and allowed him to remove the fishnet stocking from that leg. He caressed my leg and when the stocking was off I wrapped it around his neck like a scarf. Then I move over to Kevin and repeated that with my other leg. Tim came over and gave me a slap on the ass, which caught me by surprise. I ordered him to his seat and tied the other stocking around his wrists and lead him back to his seat.

 

They were telling me to take off my bra as I danced over to Rob. Rob’s friend Darren was now behind me and Sal stood in front of me. They sandwiched me and began grinding into me as we now danced together. Darren then unlatched my bra and Sal quickly removed it. I was startled and didn’t know how to react as the other guys watching including Rob cheered. Both Darren and Sal started fondling my tits and before I could react Darren turned my head around and removed my sunglasses so he could kiss me while Sal began to suck on my tits. I felt Darren’s hard cock pressed against my ass and I was very turned on, but when I felt one of their hands slide in my panties and begin to rub my pussy I stopped them.

 

The only thing I could think to say was that I wanted to suck the groom’s cock now. Sal and Darren obliged but not before my panties were around my ankles. I was kind of embarrassed that I was naked in front of Rob’s friends even if they didn’t know it was me. I stepped out of my panties and headed over to Rob naked. I tried to look cool and sexy but I was a little flustered by what just happened. As I approached Rob I thought he’d realize it was me, but he was too drunk. I knelt down between his legs and unbuttoned his pants. I didn’t look up at him because I didn’t want to make eye contact with him. I pulled out his semi-hard cock and to my disappointment he didn’t stop me. As I stroked his cock it quickly got fully hard and I thought now I should bust him. I was naked though and just allowed his friends to fondle me. If I busted Rob they’d all know it was me. As I debated in my head if I should bust Rob or suck his cock I then felt my pussy being penetrated! I didn’t know who was behind me, but they had their hands on my hips and their rock-hard cock buried deep in my pussy. The cock felt bigger than what I was use to with Rob and I let out a moan as his cock slide in me. Rob put his hands on my head and lowered it to his cock. I opened my mouth and started sucking on it as my pussy got fucked. One of his friends watching shouted encouragement to Darren and to know who was fucking me got me very hot.

 

Darren was fucking me deep and fast. My pussy was so wet and I was really enjoying it. I couldn’t believe I was sucking Rob’s cock as of one his friends fucked me while the other five watched and cheered. I also loved having a cock in each end of me! At this point I was so terrified I’d get caught, but there was no going back now. Darren began pumping his cum in my pussy and I was surprised because he hadn’t been fucking me long. He didn’t stop fucking after he finished blowing his load inside me though. He just fucked me faster for another five minutes or so until he removed his cock from my cunt and shot another load over my ass.

 

After Darren had cum for a second time he got up and another hard cock immediately slide in my pussy. John was now fucking me right where Darren left off very hard and fast. I was still sucking Rob’s cock. Darren had me on the verge of an orgasm and John put me over the top! Right before I knew I was about to cum I stopped sucking Rob’s cock and placed my hands on his thighs and hung my head between his legs. I braced myself, trying to resist the orgasm, but to no avail. My body was overwhelmed by the intensity of a huge orgasm. It was obvious to them all I was cumming. My cunt clamped down on John’s cock the spasms causing him to lose it, sending yet another load of cum in my used pussy.

 

Rob had yet to cum, probably because of all the alcohol he drank. When John finished with me Tim asked Rob if he wanted to fuck me now and Rob responded, “Go ahead you fuck her now.”

 

If Rob only knew he was giving me to his friend to fuck! Tim lead me to the couch and laid me on my back with my legs spread wide. He got on his knees in front of me and I couldn’t help but admire his nice cock, which looked about eight inched long and fairly thick. Darren’s and John’s cum was leaking out of my cunt and Tim commented that the two guys prior should’ve left him a clean pussy to fuck. With that he inserted the head of his cock in my pussy and slowly pushed it all the way in. Tim was clearly much bigger then Rob and I really enjoyed his size! I wasn’t completely recovered from my orgasm and after a couple of minutes I felt myself building towards another big orgasm. Tim was squeezing my big tits as he fucked me and the guys watching were commenting what a great body I had. When I started to cum again Tim encouraged me to just let go and cum hard, which is exactly what I did! It was an amazing orgasm that lasted a very long time!

When my orgasm finally subsided I was completely drained, but Tim still fucked me for another couple minutes. Then he finally pulled out and spayed my face and tits with a huge load of thick gooey cum.

 

Although I was spent at this point Dan was next up. He sat down next to me on the couch and told me to hop on top of him as he was holding his cock straight up. His cock also looked big with a very pronounced head. I didn’t resist and as I climbed on top of him I realized I was going to have to fuck them all! At this point that didn’t bother me I just had to hope I didn’t get discovered. As I bounced up and down on Dan’s cock he squeezed and sucked on my tits. Then Kevin came up behind me and he told Dan to hold up fucking me as he pressed the head of his cock against my asshole. Dan obliged and I felt a burning sensation as my asshole was stretched around Kevin’s cock. I grit my teeth in discomfort and when Kevin had his cock buried in my ass they both started fucking me. The sensation of having both my holes fucked at the same time was overwhelming! They were sliding their cocks in and out of me at different intervals. The pain was intense yet I felt like I could cum. Kevin announced how tight my asshole felt and I felt his hard cock begin to pulsate as his cum jetted deep in my ass.

 

When Kevin removed his cock my asshole quickly shrunk back to its original size and the relief of pressure felt so good. Dan was still fucking my cunt and Kevin and Tim encouraged Rob to fuck me in my ass. Rob had been slowly stroking his cock while watching his friends fuck me one by one. As Rob got behind me and pushed his cock in my asshole I was so disappointed he was willing to cheat on me. It was also very ironic that Rob was fucking my ass because he had always asked to do that to me and I’d say no even though I’ve had anal sex before because I didn’t want him to think of me as a slut. He didn’t hold back either; he pounded my ass so hard! Kevin now matched Rob’s intensity and the other guy’s marveled at how hard they were fucking me and that I was taking it like a trooper. I really felt like I was being torn and I was clearly moaning in agony now, but neither Rob nor Kevin let up until they were ready to cum. Rob blow his load first followed quickly by Kevin. They both pulled their cocks out of their respective holes and I took Rob’s warm cum over my ass and back while Kevin plastered my tits with his cum.

 

The only guy who hadn’t fuck me yet was Sal, which was not by accident. Apparently they were saving him for last because he had the biggest cock of all the guys and they liked watching him finish off the girl or maybe it was just none of them wanted to fuck me after he did. I’ve heard he has a large cock, but when I saw it I was speechless. It was huge! I was told it was 12 inches long and it was easily that, plus very thick! It was without a doubt the biggest cock I’ve seen and even though I was exhausted from being fucked the last two hours straight I was curious to fuck such a big cock. I only wish they started me off with Sal because my pussy was so worn out and tender that I knew it was going to hurt.

 

Sal had me suck and lick his huge cock for a few minutes before he started fucking me. As I was giving him the blowjob he wanted I stopped and just had to tell him out loud and in amazement how huge his cock was. I could tell from his reaction he had heard that from many girls but could also tell he liked hearing it because he had me repeat similar compliments.  Sucking his massive cock got me very horny and when he gave me the orders to climb on top of his fat cock I eagerly obeyed! I grabbed his shaft at its base and slowly lowered myself onto it. My tender pussy never felt so filled! My cunt was being stretched out so much to accommodate his large cock. I couldn’t help but moan and even though I was sore I loved having Sal Huge cock in my cunt! I was fucking him very slow and was licking the cum off one of my tits. All the guys loved watching me do that and when I licked it clean Sal then started sucking on it. Darren then stood on the couch next to us and turned my head towards him. He put his hard cock in my mouth and I started sucking on it. After a few minutes Darren started to moan very load and I knew he was about to cum. Sure enough he gave me a mouth full of his cum, which I swallowed down.

 

Sal now wanted to fuck me faster. He stood up with his massive cock still buried in me and began to bounce me up and down on his fat cock. Sal was a big guy and I loved being manhandled by him. I hugged him tightly and we both began to cum together. It was such an intense and amazing orgasm for both of us, perhaps one of the best ones I’ve ever had! When he finished filling my pussy with his cum he lowered me to my feet.

 

Tim quickly turned me around and bent me over. I was still standing with my hands extended to the armrest of the couch. Tim was hard and wasted no time shoving his cock back in my cunt. He was fucking me from behind and John then hopped on the couch and made me suck his cock. Tim reached out and grabbed me by my shoulders and jack-hammered my cunt. After a few minutes he stopped removed his cock from my cunt and squeezed it into my swollen asshole. John was now cumming in my mouth as I mumbled to Tim to stop fucking my ass. He didn’t stop but luckily shot his warm cum up my ass shortly and then removed his cock.

 

After that I told the guys I had to leave. First I excused myself to the bathroom to clean up. I was shaking as I cleaned up and couldn’t believe what I had just done. The only good thing was I don’t think any of them knew it was me, but that also made me very upset Rob was willing to cheat on me! I thought how could I possibly be mad at him when I just fucked all his friends. How could I ever face any of them again, especially since I enjoyed fucking them so much? Damn Sal was so huge I’ll probably get wet every time I see him! I got dressed I just wanted to leave as quickly as possible! When I got out of the bathroom Tim handed me an envelope of money and told me how wonderful I was. I didn’t bother to count it and just ran out of there. When I got home I counted $1,500 in the envelope! I fucked six of Rob’s friends and made $1,500!

 

The next day, the extent of Rob and I talked about his bachelor party was me asking how it was and him responding okay. I felt guilty fucking Rob’s friends, but I reasoned to myself he would have cheated on me so this is what he deserves! Of course I was very happy I didn’t get caught and never planned to tell anyone what happened not even Katie! I was very nervous for days that Rob or one his friends knew it was me, but after our wedding rehearsal and no one had brought up the bachelor party I felt I was home free…that was until my wedding night!

 

    Sometimes the roads we travel in our lives have unexpected turns. My life these past few months have been filled with them. It all started when my husband moved out. He had been having an affair and needed to "find himself". I think it's some kind of middle age crisis but he's gone. I would have been willing to try and forgive him and move on but he wasn't interested.

    Our divorce got pretty ugly. I guess part of finding himself was protecting his income. He hired one hell of an attorney and was kicking my ass financially. I had only ever worked part time and had been mainly a homemaker, but now I had to work full time and money was pretty tight. There was no way that I was going to be able to afford our house so I had to move into an apartment. I wanted to stay in the same school district for my son's sake so I had to settle for a small two-bedroom place on the second floor of an apartment complex. Quite a change from the five bedrooms, three baths, and four acres place we'd lived in for the last ten years.

    My son is John; he had no choice but to live with me. Part of his father's "finding himself" included cutting him out of his life as much as he cut me out. This really hurt John but there wasn't anything I could do to convince his father not to do that. He not only didn't want John to move out with me; he even stopped coming to John's football games. Just completely cut both of us out of his life.

    I thought I should describe both John and myself to you before I go on; just so you have a mental picture of whom we are. John is a sixteen and a sophomore in high school. He's quite athletic and is already the starting quarterback on his team. I'm probably a bit biased but I think he's very good looking; in fact he's the spitting image of his father at the same age. He's pretty out going and doesn't seem to go unnoticed by the girls at school.

    My name is Grace; I'm 34 years old, (yes I had John at a fairly young age) I', told I'm pretty by most guys I meet, and I'm not in bad shape at all for my age. 116lbs; 36B's; and blonde with blue eyes. I think most guys would refer to me as a MILF.

    As I look back I now know where this story begins. It was the day after we moved into this apartment. I was in the one and only bathroom doing my makeup. I was wearing a pair of panties and a small dressing robe. John started knocking on the door begging me to hurry up. "Please Mom! I really have to pee, I can't wait much longer!" I was running very late for work though and I really needed to finish what I was doing. I opened the door and told him to come on in. "Aren't you going to step out Mom?" he said.

    "I really need to finish and get to work Honey" I said, "Just go ahead and piss, I'm too busy too look If I don't get my butt to work I'm going to be in trouble." And I didn't look although I did notice he turned his back to me as much as possible; and looking back I realize that relaxing our standards to accommodate this apartment and using the bathroom together is where this got its start.

    After that it became commonplace for us to share the bathroom. After a few times of tinkling with me in the room I couldn't help but notice through the corner of my eye that he'd stopped turning his back to me. He was now just standing in a normal position when he took a leak. This isn't a big deal really; I'm just pointing out how we'd become more relaxed around one another if for no other reason than we had to.

    It wasn't long before this more relaxed attitude concerning our bodies carried over into the rest of the apartment. I would now walk about in my dressing robe and a pair of panties or bra and panties. He's go about in just his boxers. It wasn't like we were gawking at each other though. It was just easier a lot of the time to go about these ways than bother to try and hide.

    One Saturday morning John had slept in till nearly noon. I didn't begrudge him doing that at all. He'd had a game the night before and it was a real dogfight. His team won by a point and he really had gotten knocked around in the process. Even though cooking was my favorite activity in the world I was busy preparing a big dinner for him when he got up.

   The kitchen is an eat-in kitchen and he plopped down at the table wearing just a pair of boxers. I asked him if he'd like a something to eat. He said he'd like a bowl of cereal and a cup of tea if I didn't mind and of course I was glad to get it for him. As I set the bowl of cereal in front of him by pure chance I just happened to look in the direction of his lap and I had the sudden surprise of seeing his penis.

    The opening on the front of his boxers was hanging wide open and I got an eyeful. I'm sure he hadn't meant for me to see it and I certainly wasn't trying to see it, but see it I did. It wasn't hard or anything like that but just seeing it sent a jolt down my spine. It was just something I wasn't ever supposed to see and it really took me by surprise. I looked away quickly and returned to the dinner I was working on.

    As I worked I couldn't get the image out of my mind. I don't know if it's because John looks so much like his father did at that same age, or if it's because I hadn't been with a man for several months, or what is was but I couldn't stop thinking about it. I kept telling myself to just forget it but try as I might, I just couldn't.

    I finished getting the dinner prepared as best as I could and set things aside so we could eat later. I thought I'd get the dishes washed and went to the table to collect John's bowl and cup. When I was picking them up I couldn't help myself and looked to see if I'd get another peek. I did; his penis was still exposed and this time I took a good look. I couldn't believe myself but here I was checking out my own son's dick.

    I returned to my dishes and John said, "I think I'm going to go soak my aching bones in the tub for awhile." Which I thought was a good idea.

    He was in the tub for somewhere around twenty minutes and I worked on finishing the dishes. The whole time I kept thinking about what I'd seen. I just kept envisioning it in my mind and, well to be down right honest, I was getting wet between my legs. I was trying to make myself think of something else but I just couldn't.

    I wondered to myself if I'd get another peek at it if I went into the bathroom and found myself going knocking on the door. John told me to come on in and I told him I had to pee. "Come on in Mom, you know you don't have to knock." And I walked on in.

    I found myself a little disappointed that he had the shower curtain drawn back but what could I do.   I sat down to pee and asked him, "Hot bath helping you feel a little better?"

    "Yeah, it really feels good." he said, "I think every bone in my body is bruised."

    One thing about watching your son play football since he was 9 is that you end up learning a few things about the game. I engaged him in some conversation about the game and he pushed the curtain back a bit so we could talk. Much to my disappointment though I still never got another peek at his dick.

    The image of what I'd seen stayed with me throughout the day and into the evening but I never got another glimpse. When I went to bed that night I had a good time playing with my pussy thinking about it. As I rubbed my clit the only thing in my mind was his dick. I kept wondering what it would look like hard and if I'd ever get to see it that way.

    On Sunday it was my turn to sleep in. when I got up John was lying on the couch and watching television. I had on just my short robe and a pair of panties and sat at the table to read the paper and drink some coffee. Once or twice I felt his eyes on me but when I looked up, he quickly turned away. I kind of just shrugged it off, thinking to myself that it was probably just my imagination. I can't deny I had checked him out the previous day, but there was no way he was checking out me. Why would he? He has his choice of all the hotties at school and I'm just dear old Mom.

    "Hey Mom!" John called to me, "what do you have planned for today?"

    "I haven't really thought about it John" I said. Then asked, "why? Is there something you wanted to do? I figured you were probably going to hang out with your friends or something." That's the typical way he spends a Sunday afternoon.

    "No if you don't mind, I'm going to hang out here and watch the football game." He said.

    Of course I didn't mind. It was going to be nice to have some company and besides, I wouldn't miss my favorite team's game come hell or high water. Nothing in particular happened for the rest of the day but it seems worth mentioning just because it's another change that had occurred between us.

    Nothing of any significance happened for the next couple of weeks. We went about our lives like normal and I even managed to stop thinking about the time I got a glimpse of his dick. I did sense his eyes on me on a few occasions but I was never really sure about it. Just a sense like one has when you feel like someone's starring at you.

    Two weeks after the first weekend I told you about John had his homecoming game. There was a dance afterwards and some friends were having an all night party following that. When I got out of bed on Saturday he was just getting home. I fixed him some breakfast and then he said he was going to take a shower before he went to bed.

    He came out of the shower with a towel wrapped around him and asked me to wake him up in a few hours. "I don't want to sleep for too long or I'll never fall asleep tonight."

    I assured him I'd wake him at the requested time and then I went shopping for a while so that apartment would be nice and quiet for him. I made it home by 3:00 so I could wake him. When I opened the door to his room I immediately felt a shiver go up and down my spine.

    His blankets had come off and he was lying there completely nude. If I had thought I got a nice view two weeks ago, let me assure you the view this time was breath taking. He's got one hell of a nice body from head to toe and I felt guilty but I stared at him and enjoyed the view for a few moments. After a few moments I started worrying that he wake up and catch me looking. I pulled his blankets back over him and turned on the light. He never knew what I had seen but the sight stayed with me for a long time.

    My mind was racing at that point. Part of me just absolutely loved getting to see him like that and part of me was overcome with guilt for allowing myself to look. After he was up I decided I could use some privacy so I could think and told him I was going to take a nice long bath and relax.

    As I sat there soaking I realized how horny I was. My pussy was just begging to be played with and I wasn't about to deny myself the pleasure. I fingered myself for probably 15 minutes and then suddenly there was a quick knock on the door and John just walked on in saying he needed to take a leak.

    I immediately stopped touching myself but felt secure that he had seen nothing since I had the shower curtain drawn shut. I waited for him to finish and leave and then resumed my masturbation. The entire time I was in terrible conflict; I was picturing his naked body and telling myself to stop think of it at the same time. I guess the naughty side won out because I had a great climax, having to bite my lip just to keep quiet.

   Once I had allowed myself that pleasure I became convinced that there was no real harm in looking at him; after all, he's a very sexy young man. I even told myself it would probably be abnormal if I didn't look. I decided then and there that if the chance came to look, I was going to look. I wasn't exactly getting many thrills in my life anywhere else, in fact the orgasm I'd just had was the best I could remember for a long time.

    I wasn't exactly planning on raping him but really; but what harm is there in looking? I felt pretty naughty as I began to dress I began to wonder if he looked at me as well. I know that more than once I've felt like he was looking but I never have really caught him at it; Nothing definitive anyways.

    I had a sweat suit with me to put on over my bra and panties but decided that all I wanted was just the bra and panties. I even tossed the sweat suit into the hamper even though it was perfectly clean. I didn't want him wondering why I'd left it in the bathroom. Now he'd seen me in my underwear on many occasions but I'd never paraded around the apartment dressed that way intentionally before so I was very nervous. I took a deep breath to steady my nerves and opened the bathroom door.

    John was watching a college football game so I plopped down on the easy chair and joined him. He was dressed only in a tee shirt and boxers so I'd have to say if nothing else; we were both comfy. As is always the case, he looked damned nice in those boxers too.

    John did have to leave for a couple of hours to watch game films and while he was gone I busied myself working on some crafts. When he returned he found me sitting on the floor surrounded by bits of yarn and such but still dressed only in my bra and panties. He came in, threw himself down on the couch, and propped his head up in his hand. For the first time I felt like he was purposely looking at me.

    When I felt his eyes on me it really turned me on. My nipples got hard instantly and I felt a dampness grow in my panties. Wanting to make conversation with him but unsure of what to say, I asked, "Got a big date planed for tonight?"

    His reply was, "I did but we canceled it, have you looked outside at all? It's really getting bad out there." I had no idea that the weather had changed and we were getting an early snow. Not just an early snow, we were getting pounded. "We're supposed to get close to a foot before this is over." He added.

    "I guess you're stuck here at home with good ole Mom." I said to him. As I spoke I realized he was staring right at my boobs. I knew my nipples were still erect and I really found myself liking how he looked at them. I almost wanted to take my bra off and really let him look, but I knew that was going too far.

    After quite a bit a small talk, the whole time I felt his eyes glued to my body, John said he was going to take a shower since he'd gotten all sweaty from practicing new play in the gym after watching the game films. He excused himself and head to the bathroom.

    Unlike any time ever before, he didn't close the bathroom door behind him when he entered. As I told you before the apartment is pretty small and from where I was sitting I was looking straight into the bathroom at him. He took off his shirt and then undid his jeans. He pulled them off, then actually turned and faced me (though there was no eye contact, he was looking into the mirror to his side) he then peeled off his boxers and stood facing me for a moment. One of his hands then briefly cupped his balls, and then he turned and entered the shower.

    Watching him disrobe in front of me then touch himself had really gotten to me. My pussy was soaking wet and I needed to touch myself. I knew I couldn't though; he usually didn't take long showers. I had to be happy with just a couple of quick rubs. While he was showering some thoughts occurred to me; was he trying to tease me just like I was trying to tease him? Did he know I'd seen him naked? Could he have made sure I saw him on purpose earlier? One more question came to mind after that; if the answer to these questions is yes, how far can this go? Perhaps I had better just put the brakes on all of this right now. I even thought that perhaps I should go and put on some clothes.

    I got up to go get dressed and just as I did he stepped out of the shower and was drying off making no effort to hide himself. Our bedrooms are on either side of the bathroom so I had to walk towards him to get to my room. As I walked that way he asked me, "You need in here Mom? There's room if you do."

    "No honey." I said, "I'm just getting a little chilled and thought I'd toss my robe on."

    As I entered my room I wanted to slap myself for saying robe, I should have said dressed. Maybe I really didn't want to get dressed after all. I then reached for my full robe and it occurred to me I really didn't want it, so I put on my short dressing robe. No harm in him still seeing a lot of leg I thought.

    As I passed the bathroom door he was standing there in all his glory combing his hair and again made no effort to cover himself. I tried to pass by quickly but he stopped me by asking a question, "I'm not so sure any places will still be open with this weather Mom, what are we going to do for dinner?"

    I turned and looked at him as I answered, "oh I guess I'll fry us some hamburgers or something, we won't starve." As I replied he was facing me still combing his hair and it looked like he was becoming aroused. He wasn't hard mind you but there was definitely some swelling there. He just smiled at me and said that'd be fine by him.

    I walked away realizing that either he's gotten completely comfortable about us seeing one another or was definitely teasing me. I just wasn't sure which it was or which I'd prefer it to be. I then went into the kitchen to begin preparing some dinner. The whole time I did, I made an effort to keep my back turned to John. I was sure my face was flushed and I didn't want him asking why.

    When I dinner about ready I hollered to John to fix us some drinks. When he came into the kitchen wearing just his boxers. He was very nonchalant and there was no mention of his standing before me nude just a few minutes earlier. He was being so casual about everything that I just couldn't quite figure out if it all meant anything or not. As he fixed our drinks the back of his hand brushed lightly across my ass. I wasn't sure if it was on purpose or an accident but it sent shivers up and down my spine. I completely froze in my tracks for a moment.

    As we ate our dinner I kept wondering to myself who was teasing who in this home. Was he doing this deliberately or not? Was my imagination running wild or was he trying to entice me. I really was so unsure about it all and still didn't really know how far I was willing to push the preverbal envelope.

    There was one more incident of interest that occurred that evening. I was propped up on my knees on the couch. I wanted to look out the window to see how bad the snow was, and it wasn't looking good. We had at least a foot out there and it wasn't slowing down. I told John that he should take a look figuring that he'd look through the other end of the window. Instead though, he came up behind me, put one hand on either of my hips, pressed himself close to me, and looked out over my shoulder.

    His lips were close to my ear and I could feel his warm breath on my neck. He said nothing off color, in fact only talked about the weather but at the same time he pushed his pelvis into my backside and I could feel his hardness pushing against me. I'm not sure how long he stayed there behind me, it was probably just a minute but it felt like a lifetime. I don't think I took a single breath the whole time and my heart was beating a mile a minute.

    He eventually released me and nothing about it was said between us. It was perhaps an hour after that incident that I went to bed for the night. It took me a very long time to fall asleep that night. I had so much running through my mind and yes to be honest, I was downright horny. I allowed myself the pleasure of touching myself and I think I finally drifted off to sleep doing that.

     John was still sleeping when I woke up the next morning and I went to the window to look out. I was sort of hopeful that the roads were clear so I could go get some groceries. I felt like I just needed out of there for a little while just to think and clear my head. One quick look outside though told me that wasn't going to happen. The snow had stopped but it was a real mess out there.

    I was on my second cup of coffee when John finally got up. He stepped out to say good morning before going into the bathroom to take a leak and there was a very obvious tent at the front of his boxers. He seemed to purposely scratch himself in front of me; like he was trying to draw attention to it and then he went to take his piss.

    When he stepped back out into the living room he was completely naked and he still had an erection. Before I could react or say anything he just casually said, "I think I'll grab a shower before I have some breakfast." And then disappeared back into the bathroom. Once again not closing the door behind him.

    As he showered I couldn't get the image of his hard prick out of my mind. I wasn't expecting to see it and it left quite an impression on me. It was about seven inches long and I don't know of any other way to describe it but to say it looked delicious. I found myself moving so I could see him when he stepped out of the shower.

    When he was finished showering he stepped out and I really wasn't surprised that he made no effort to cover himself. What did surprise me though was he only briefly toweled himself in there. He walked out to the edge of the living room to finish drying himself. I probably should have told him to go cover up but just couldn't bring myself to do anything but stare at him. The way his dick bobbled up and down as he toweled himself had me mesmerized.

    I must have stared for at least a couple of minutes and then finally I realized I had better do something. I stood up and announced that I was going to take a good long bath. I walked past him and he simply said to me, "Have fun Mom."

    I stepped into the bathroom and took off my robe. I then bent over to start the water and waited till I got it just right and rose up to disrobe and waited for the tub to fill. I was reaching behind me to unclasp my bra when there was a quick knock on the door and then it opened. John stood there, still naked, and told me the news was calling for some more snow that night. Then he just leaned against the doorframe and stood there.

    "Did you need something John?" I asked him.

    "No" was all he said.

    I turned my back to him and took off my bra. Then I shimmied out of my panties and stepped into the tub. I settled down into the water and pulled the curtain shut saying, "Bye Hon, see you in a little while."

    My nipples were as hard and my pussy was wet. I knew for sure that he wanted me; this was not just a little teasing. He was getting braver and braver and I was doing nothing to stop him; in fact I realized that by never saying or doing anything, I was encouraging him. As I massaged my breasts and teased my nipples I wondered to myself just how far I'd let this go till I'd put on the brakes. It had to stop, didn't it?

    I wanted so badly to touch my pussy and bring myself relief; but I just couldn't allow myself. Part of me wouldn't simply because the door was still open and part of me wouldn't because of guilt. I was in such conflict over all of this. I had to admit to myself I wanted to make mad passionate love to John; but at the same time I knew how wrong it was to have these feelings. I wanted to scream, I wanted to cry, and more than anything I wanted to fuck.

    When I felt it was time to get out of my bath I stood up and opened the shower curtain and John was watching from the living room. He had a towel wrapped around his waist and wasn't hiding the fact he was watching me. I got such a thrill out of him looking at my naked body. My legs felt wobbly beneath me and I felt like I couldn't breath. My heart was beating harder than it ever had before and it felt like it was in my throat.

    When I was dry I put on a pair of panties and was going to put on a bra but thought to hell with it and just put my dressing robe on. I then walked into the living room and sat across from John. I wasn't sure what should or would happen next but I was filled with anticipation.

    When nothing was happening or even being said between us I decided to prepare us some lunch. "Does chicken-noodle-soup sound good to you honey?" I asked him. I knew he wasn't going to say no. He'd rather chew broken glass than actually fix his own meal.

    "Sure Mom sounds real good to me." He then replied.

    So off I went to the kitchen and busied myself getting things ready. As I stood in front of the stove and stirred the soup John came into the kitchen. "I think I'll fix some drinks for us while you get that ready." He said to me and I replied that I thought that would be wonderful.

    He had to reach over my shoulder to get the glasses out and seemed to purposely press himself right up against me to do it. I could feel his erect penis pushing against me as he did this and it sent a shiver up and down my spine. He was driving me crazy and I think he knew it.

    I tried to speak but couldn't get any words to come out, all I could say was, "John I, I." And he just told me to hush.

    I then felt something on my shoulders and realized right away it was his towel. He had taken it off and draped it on me. I guess it was his way of quietly letting me know. He then pressed against me again and this time put his hands on my sides.

     "I've wanted you for so long Mom, I can't take it any more." I heard him whisper into my ear. "You make my cock so hard, I've seen how you look at it, I know you want it too." He added.

    As he said this hands slid up and cupped my breasts. He rubbed them all over for a moment then untied the sash on my robe. As he did this I turned my head to him and he brought his mouth to mine and kissed me. As we kissed I turned to face him completely and he began pulling my robe off of me as we did.

    He ran his hand down the length of my arm till he was holing my hand. He then guided my hand to his erect cock and I wrapped my hand around it. I loved how the skin was so soft and I could feel veins bulging out of it. "John we can't do..." He stopped me mid sentence with another kiss.

    As we kissed passionately John's hands were all over me. On my ass, then on my breasts, and then he slid a hand down my tummy and into the front of my panties. When he felt how wet my pussy was he broke our kiss and said, "Oh God Mom, you're so hot, I knew you wanted this as bad as I do." I could no longer deny it.

    He pushed my panties down and off of me and I stepped out of them. He then crushed himself against me again and held me so tight as we kissed like the lovers we'd become. His tongue was intertwined with mine and nothing else in the world mattered at that moment. It was no longer a question of right and wrong. It was simply a matter of love.

    We broke our kiss and I said to him, "Why don't we go lay down on my bed lover?" and then led him by the cock to my room. We never once stopped touching as we lay down and snuggled together as lovers do. There was no rushing anything, John is a wonderful lover and rushed into nothing.

    John was finger fucking me as we kissed and I was so horny that he quickly brought me to an orgasm. "Oh yeah Mom! Cum for me baby, cum all over my hand Mom!" he was saying. I was more than happy to oblige him.

    As my first climax subsided he the said, "Mom I really want you to suck my cock, I want to feel it in your mouth." His voice was almost pleading.

   "Yes John, give me that cock, I want to suck it for you. All I could think about since I've seen it is how it'll taste!" I said not believing the words that rolled off of my tongue.

   He the knelt before me and offered his cock to my mouth. I let my tongue extend to it and savored my first taste and it was wonderful. I then opened my mouth and slowly took as much of it as I could. I think the way I purred told him how much I liked it and he began to fuck my face.

   It was his turn to cum quickly from all the excitement. He cock swelled and he tried to pull it out of my mouth. "Oh no you don't I said, you give it to me in the mouth baby!" I told him, and as I placed my mouth back on his cock I was rewarded with a tremendous load of his man cream. I swallowed every last drop and wondered at the deliciousness of it.

   I kept sucking his cock after that; I wanted it hard again so he could fuck me and he knew it. "Yeah Mom, keep sucking it. You love my cock don't you." Then he added, "Get it hard again Mom, I want to fuck you so bad." He was fingering my pussy to get it ready the whole time he was saying these things. He knew by both my wetness and groans I wanted exactly the same thing.

    Once he was back to his full hardness I was ready to be fucked. Told him, "Fuck me now John, fuck me like you mean it."

    I spread my legs wide and john crawled on top of me. I grabbed his swollen cock and guided it into me. The moment it entered me I felt more satisfied than I ever had in my life. He kept telling me how good my pussy felt and I in turn said the same about his cock. He fucked me in the missionary position for about five minutes and then turned me over and entered me doggy style.

    As he resumed fucking me I felt my orgasm growing. I looked over my shoulder at him and told him, "Yes baby keep fucking me! Keep fucking Momma! I'm going to cum!" and I erupted into a mind shattering orgasm. All I can say is that I my ex used to make me cum some of the time but even when he did it was nothing like this. My entire body was enveloped in it and it felt like it lasted forever. I actually passed out for a moment.

    When I regained my senses John was about to shoot his load. I encouraged him by saying, "Go ahead baby, cum in Momma's pussy! Give me your load! I want to feel you cum deep inside of me!"

    He unloaded inside of me with grunts and groans that were so loud they could have awakened the dead. Saying over and over again, "Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" he kept pumping me until every last drop of his semen was spent. He then collapsed on top of me and for the longest time in a sweaty heap. We were very quiet for a long time. John was the first to speak saying, "Mom?"

   "Yes John?" I replied.

   "I love you"

   "I love you too John."

 

 

 

 

 

 

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