Young Bride Satisfies Brother in Law

Young Bride Satisfies Brother in Law

My family, my wife of one year, Katy and myself are planning a trip to see my brother Doug, stationed at the Air Force at Oklahoma City. Doug is two years older than me and a good size bigger than myself. He has always been considered the ladies man of the family. He has a fiancé now, but she is in Des Moines, and will be until the wedding next spring. To save money on the trip we’re just going to spend the three nights there sleeping at Doug’s apartment.

A week before our scheduled departure, Katy and I are in bed together when we start to fool around. We’re both horny as hell, not having had sex in over two weeks due to her period the first week and school projects the second. One thing leads to another, as could be expected, and we end up in the throws of passion. I climb on top of her twenty-three year old naked body, spreading her legs with my own. My cock finds its mark and I slowly ease into her slippery cocoon. Her vaginal walls grip my cock as I push in to the hilt. She lets out a slow, quiet moan of approval. I swing my left leg over her right leg for deeper penetration and begin my slow, deep gyrations into her body. One of my hands has the small of her back, pulling her upward so she’ll lift her hips and I can penetrate her even deeper. The other hand massages her firm 36C breasts, concentrating on the hard, eraser sized nipples. She moans again and I can tell her orgasm is imminent.

I whisper to her, “You know, I’m not going to be able to go the whole time in Oklahoma without this.”

She opens her clinched eyes and replies, “Well I’m not doing it if we’re in the same room as your parents.” She pauses for a moment to enjoy the feel of my cock inside her. “Or your sister,” she states.

“Fair enough,” I reply.

After she doesn’t continue, or mention anything about my brother, I ask “Well what about Doug?”

She hesitates, then replies sheepishly, “Well… that’s up to you.”

Now this turns me on like no other. I’ve always got off fucking Kat in public where there’s a good chance people are watching – like at public beaches or at the park. I’ve even fantasized about Katy fucking someone close to me while I watch. “Really? You’d have sex with Doug in the room?”

The pace of her hips quickens as she grabs my ass and squeezes hard. “I guess,” she replies

“But you never know, what if he saw these,” I say as I squeeze her tits in my hands as they shake back and forth from my relentless pounding.

Katy doesn’t reply verbally, she answers by exploding in an orgasm, bucking her hips wildly. Breasts heaving, teeth clenched as she squeezes my ass, pulling me into her as hard as she can. I hold out as long as possible, then explode in her womb, cumming until I’m dry. Both spent, we collapse in a naked heap.

The next night we find ourselves in the same situation. We’re passionately embraced, kissing and groping, when again the same topic arises. As she removes her white panties she whispers teasingly, “I’m not sure if we should do this, I’d almost rather wait for next week so I can cum even harder with Doug in the room.” She hardly ever talks dirty, and never unless we’re well into a good round, so this of course riles me into a frenzy. I withstand the urge to dive right in and instead lay next to her, partially on her body as my right hand slides down her skin before reaching her vagina.

“You know,” I say as I lightly roll her pussy lips between my fingers before slipping two fingers inside of her, moving them in a tight circular motion, “Doug has always asked me about those pictures I took on Bourbon Street when we all went to New Orleans. I’ve already got them scanned in to my computer…”

Without a word Katy pushes me off and leaves the bed, headed for the computer. “Where are they?” she asks.

“Here, let me sit, I’ll find ’em.”

I sit in front of the computer and open the pictures, one at a time. I open up my email and attach the files. Before I can send them Katy stops me. “Wait,” she says. I’m disappointed as I figure she’s changed her mind. She shocks me when she pushes my chair back away from the computer and, facing toward the monitor, proceeds to sit on my lap, making sure my erect cock is buried deep within her. In another surprising act she begins to type a message. “Doug- Sorry I forgot to show you these. I figured since you can’t have sex for a while you’d need some fresh material to use. What do you think? -Brian” As she types she moves her hips back and forth and in small circles. Her pace quickens and I hear her shiver as she clicks send. I can feel her juices run down my inner thighs.

After sending the pics she leans back against me, reaching down for my hands and placing them on her large breasts. She then slides her own hands down her smooth stomach to her moist patch of hair, moving her hips up and down as I try to keep from cumming. She stops upon hearing the computer make a noise. I’ve got one new message. It appears as if Doug is online now, too.

Immediately Katy opens it to read what he’s said. The message reads: “Holy shit dude. I don’t know what to say except WOW! I always was pissed I had to take Denise back to the hotel and didn’t get to see this. What a gorgeous fucking rack! To be honest, since this obviously is okay to talk about now, I’ve always fantasized about what they would look like, especially whenever she wears those tight shirts or a bikini or whatever – especially the camisoles. And they’re exactly as I’d imagined – round, big, just fuckin’ perfect. Man you got a lucky dick — literally. And thanks, this will definitely cum in handy in the coming months. Don’t be afraid to send any more!” With that Katy again begins to buck. She pants, “Do you think he’s jerking off to my pictures right now?” “I’m sure of it,” I reply. “So what’s in your mind right now? What are you imagining? Who’s cock is inside of you right now? Come on, whose, baby?”

“Oh Doug,” she moans, “Your cock is so thick Doug. Oh, uuhhhh.” She lets out a shiver and a moan as she grinds her hips into my lap, forcing my cock deep within her walls. I, too, cannot fight the unbelievable urge and grunt through my teeth as I soak the insides of her tunnel.

Friday, the day of departure, finally arrives. We take the family mini van on the five-hour drive down to Oklahoma City. My dad drives and Katy and I sleep. We get down there about dinnertime. My brother comes out and greets us warmly. We enter his apartment to put our stuff down and get cleaned up to go out to dinner. As we are waiting for the women to get ready, Doug shows me around his apartment. On the second and third levels, from the living room and Doug’s absent roommates room, huge picture windows face the pool.

“Hey nice view. Do you ever see anything… exciting?” I ask.

“Yeah, quite often actually,” Doug replies.

Just then the ladies come down the stairs. Katy wears a knee-high jean skirt and a white button down shirt with a small jean Brianet. As we walk through the parking lot to the car, I notice her breasts swaying carelessly beneath her shirt. I’m astonished as this only happens when she doesn’t wear a bra, which is very rare. In the car I sit to her left in the back seat. When I look down at her I notice instantly that she has the shirt unbuttoned three buttons, a quarter way down her tits. But as she sits the shirt kind of bubbles out, giving me a wonderful view of most of her right breast, god does it look amazing. I can see the slope at the top and the curve of the inside, almost down to her nipple. I’m instantly hard. She grins wickedly and puts her hand on my leg and gently caresses back and forth, up and down.

I lean over and whisper in her ear, “No bra?”

She leans into me and whispers back, “I forgot to pack any underwear… oops. Are you mad?”

At this point my jaw is hanging down in disbelief as I almost cum in my pants right there.

“You didn’t bring any? ” I ask in disbelief.

She just shrugs her shoulders. The sight of her naked breast coupled with the thought of her wearing a skirt with no panties makes me shake with excitement.

When we get to the restaurant I have to un-tuck my shirt to hide my erection. The restaurant is a quaint little Italian joint. Nice atmosphere, dimly lit, Italian music playing. We are seated at a booth against the back wall. I slide in first, then Katy, then Doug. My parents and sister sit on the other side. A few minutes of conversation go by when I notice Katy’s posture. As she does, she is slouched over, probably because she’s cold. But I can see that her shirt is bubbled open again, this time much more than in the van. Again I am instantly hard, my erection straining against my jeans. I can’t see much from my side, but from his angle Doug can see right down her shirt to the swell of her beautiful breast, probably including the nipple this time. In fact, with my dad being 6’4″ and leaning on the table to hear, like he does, he is probably getting a pretty good show himself, I notice he has no problem occasionally glancing at her chest. Katy seems oblivious to this, although I’m sure in her devious little mind she knows exactly what she is doing.

Wanting to call her bluff, I strike up a conversation with Doug. As we talk, both he and Katy look at me. Katy turns her head away from him to look, but doesn’t move her body at all, aside from arching her back slightly. Before I can finish the first sentence I notice Doug’s eyes wandering. To be as nonchalant as possible, he looks at something on the table first, then down at her chest, then back to me. This game of hers continues through the ordering process, much to the server’s delight; I notice he can’t stop glancing either. But when the food comes she ends it, straightening up throughout the remainder of dinner.

On the ride home I sit in the backseat to Katy’s right, Doug sits to her left like in the restaurant. The van is dark but with every passing streetlight the interior is slightly illuminated. About halfway back to the apartment we go through a construction site; the road is completely torn up. I look over and see Doug blatantly staring at Katy’s chest. I follow his eyes down and see her shirt open quite a bit. Evidently it had to have been in the parking lot after dinner, Katy undid another button, so her shirt now rested open down to her navel. I can see half of her breast from my side; I can only imagine what the other side looks like. Her breasts are bouncing up and down slightly with every bump, and swaying back and forth as my dad turns to avoid debris and holes in the road. All the while Katy stares straight ahead. I look up at Doug and he looks up at me before snapping his head forward in embarrassment. The rest of the ride back I glance at Katy’s exposed flesh whenever I get the chance, as I’m sure Doug does too.

At ten o’clock in the evening the parents and sister head for bed in the roommates bedroom. Katy says that as the weather is still warm she wants to go for a dip in the pool. “I’m game,” I say, “How ’bout you?” I ask Doug.

“Nah, that’s alright, I’m just going to watch some TV.”

“Suit yourself,” Katy says.

I quickly change and head down to the pool to wait for Katy. About twenty minutes later I see her appear from the dark stairwell into the well-lit courtyard. She is a vision in her light blue bikini; breasts resting gently within the elastic fabric, nipples making their presence known.

“Damn your hot stuff,” I proclaim as she hops in the four-foot deep pool. “But what took you so long.”

“I was just talking with Doug for a little bit.”

My cock swells as I realized that all that was between Doug’s eyes and Katy’s body while they’d talked was a thin layer of elastic fabric that was clinging tightly to her every curve — her tits fully visible, as is the small mound from her vagina, just hidden behind this acutely thin layer of blue. Not to mention the fact that he’s actually already seen what’s hidden under the bikini from the pictures she sent.

“What’d you talk about?”

“Nothing really. I just asked him if it was hard not having had sex in over a year. He said it definitely was. I might of accidentally flashed him the bottom of my tit a little bit as I adjusted my swimsuit top as we talked.” I know different of course — there are no accidents. “I told him that at least he can still jerk off, then asked him if he ever got the pictures I sent. He nervously asked what pictures. It was cute. I told him that it was me that sent the pictures of New Orleans, that I just felt bad that he didn’t get to have sex for so long and thought he deserved a treat. And I might have mentioned that I was a bit disappointed he didn’t get to see the real thing in New Orleans. I said that when I touch myself, I imagine he was there in New Orleans and that he was up close, watching as I showed my tits to everyone, that he did get to see me topless like all the other guys that were out in New Orleans that night.”

With that she grins and dives below the water to swim a couple of laps before coming over to me. She stands and wraps her arms around me for a warm hug. We stand their holding each other in the water. Slowly a tingling arises within me as I am suddenly aware of every inch of this sexy, wet woman rubbing against my body. I lean my head down and meet her lips with mine. We interlace tongues as she slides her hands up and down my back. She steps back and leans down to removes the bikini bottoms, leaving her completely nude except for the top. She tosses the small panties about twenty feet behind her and onto the cement patio.

My erection is almost painful as she glides through the water and takes the elastic of my swim-trunks in her hands and lowers them down to my knees where I willingly step out of them. She rubs my hard cock in her hand a couple of times. I glance up at the window to see if anyone is watching from Doug’s apartment.

She tells me, “Don’t worry, no one will see you. I think we can conceal you pretty well within me.” She grabs onto my shoulders and lifts herself up in the water, wrapping her legs around my waist before sliding back down and onto my awaiting shaft. I hold her in the water and gently thrust my hips as she gyrates her vagina around my steel. She releases her grip on my neck and lays herself back in the water, floating there, breasts just above the surface, arms spread to the sides sweeping gently through the water for balance. I help hold her up with my hands on her back. I slide my hands to the clasp at the back of the bikini top. She lies still and inhales deeply with excitement as I undo the latch at slowly lift the top from her body before throwing it over on the deck – so far, even, that she’s going to have to get out of the water to retrieve it. She now lies completely exposed to the world, body shimmering from the lamp above us as I thrust gently in and out of her. Out of the corner of my eye I notice movement in Doug’s apartment, a figure in the window. I don’t mention it to Katy and continue the wet dance of erotic love.

I carry her over to the edge of the pool. We are adjacent to the apartment now as she puts her elbows up in the pool gutter and lifts herself slightly out of the water. She throws her head back as I watch her breasts bounce up and down just above the surface with every one of my thrusts. Her nipples are hard from being exposed to the cool night air. She rests on her left elbow as her right hand creeps up her stomach before coming to a rest on her breast. She massages her chest as she turns her head to stare at the window to Doug’s living room. I see her face turn flush with excitement.

“He told me he wishes so bad he could’ve been there in New Orleans,” she tells me, “and that he uses the pictures almost daily. After a little digging I found out that it only takes him a few seconds to cum when he uses them. How long do you think it will take him now with the real thing before his eyes?”

She barely gets the last word out before losing her breath and writhing in my arms. She continues with her head facing the apartment as she closes her eyes and grimaces, biting her lower lip and panting in gasping breaths. With the orgasm her vagina tightens around my cock, milking it as I cum deep inside her.

She slips off of me and does a few more underwater laps in the pool before hopping out to get her towel and bikini. She stands naked to the world as she dries off her young curves. As I put my trunks back on and hop out of the pool, she wraps the towel around her body and grabs her bikini. She walks back up to the apartment with bikini in hand. I follow closely behind.

As she walks in front of me up the dark outside stairwell I run my hand up the inside of her thigh and under the towel. She is still soaking wet and I cannot resist sliding two fingers into her vagina. She stops immediately where she is and I begin to finger fuck her. I use my left hand to gently caress her leg and ass. She gets excited. Katy goes up the last few steps to the patio of Doug’s apartment. She turns toward me when she gets to the door. Under the porch light she removes the towel and leans her naked body back against the door to the apartment. I walk toward her, pushing my shorts to my knees as I walk.

She lifts her right leg to the small table next to her as I grab hold of her sweet body and impale myself on her once again. I lean back and she pushes her pelvis out, creating a gap between us so I can see her beautiful body as we fuck. I grope her tits as she again begins to cum. I pound against her soft body, causing a “Bam, bam, bam” against the door. “It should be unlocked,” I hear Doug call from inside. Katy and I laugh at the comment as I release another torrent of cum in her. I put my trunks back on and she picks up her suit and wraps the towel around her.

We walk into the apartment. Doug is on the couch watching TV. Katy is leading the way, and leads it right over to the couch next to Doug. I follow and sit next to her. She lays her hands neatly in her lap, along with the swimsuit — obviously a well-devised ploy to get Doug to notice she’s naked beneath his towel. Sopranos is on TV and we decide to watch for a bit. Kat gets more comfortable and puts her legs up on the couch and leans against me. I notice Doug looking down out of the corner of his eye. It’s apparent to me that Doug can most likely see Kat’s young pussy beneath the towel. It’s a good thing she’s laying on me because otherwise my raging hardon would be visible to everyone. After about an hour I open my eyes, realizing I’ve fallen asleep. Katy is asleep with her head on my lap. Doug has gone to bed. But I notice Katy’s towel is scrunched up around her waist, her vagina is in plain view with her legs akimbo. Could Doug see this? When did he go to bed? Did he cause this? Did he move my wife’s towel to uncover her pussy? If so, did she know about it? All questions that bring back the raging hard on I had earlier. I wake Katy up by sliding my hand down and over her pussy lips. As she stirs, she humps toward my hand and I find it easy to slip a finger inside. She slides her own hands down her stomach and over my hand. She follows my arm as if to check and see whose hand is on her. She grinds her pussy against my hand as I finger fucked her right there on the couch. She even lets me open the towel and massage her tits with my other hand. Within minutes she’s shivering and blushing her way to a powerful orgasm. I let her catch her breath before cleaning up her cum with the towel she’s wearing. When we get up to bed Doug’s on the Internet chatting with his fiance. Katy uses his bathroom to change into her pajamas, leaving the now heavily scented towel on the counter for Doug to find/use later.

Doug says we can take his futon and he’ll sleep on the floor. We accept his offer graciously. I hope to make love to Katy after Doug falls asleep, but Katy herself passes out as soon as her head hits the pillow. The next morning, though, he wakes up with a terrible backache and cramped neck. Katy suggests he go ahead and sleep in the futon with us that night, “There’s more than enough room for the three of us,” she says.

As he rubs his sore neck Doug replies, “Maybe that’d be a good idea.”

We all spend the day seeing the few sights Oklahoma City has to offer. That evening Doug, Katy and I decided we’ll go hit the bars. O.K.C. has one particular district packed with bars and we can get a cab, so we don’t have to worry about driving home drunk.

We get changed to go out. I wear khaki pants and a nice button up short-sleeved shirt with some fancy embroidery on it. Katy has on an outfit that I bought her from J. Crew. It’s a jean skirt that hangs down just past her knees that wraps/folds in the front. The shirt is a tight fitting long sleeved pink sweater, topped with a small jean Brianet. The sweater is half cashmere and half silk, leaving it semi-transparent. When I bought it for her, it was under the condition that she would always wear it sans undershirt or bra. She agreed initially, but after getting it home she realized that it was too transparent, so every time she wore it she would always wear a camisole underneath. But this time I realize that she didn’t pack a bra. I think perhaps she still might be wearing a camisole, but upon closer inspection I discover that she is not. I follow her into Doug’s bathroom and shut the door behind us. I turn her toward me and spread her Brianet apart. Sure enough, I can somewhat see the shadows that surround underneath her breasts, and I can clearly see her areolas and nipples.

“What?” she asks.

“I can’t fucking believe your wearing this like this.” I reply.

“Don’t you like it? I can change if you don’t like it.”

“Of course I like it. I love it! You’ve just never worn this shirt without anything underneath,” I say as I slide my hand under the shirt to her easily accessible large breasts. I can see the outlines of my hands as I massage her firm breasts, sensually kneading them like Dough.

“Well I would only do this on a special occasion, and I’d say a vacation is definitely special. Wouldn’t you agree? And besides, it’s nothing Doug hasn’t seen before. I.E. the New Orleans pictures. I.E. the other night at dinner, I.E. our little display last night in the pool….”

Just then Doug calls from downstairs, prompting us to hurry up. Katy slides her Brianet back on and buttons it up, concealing her chest.

By the time we get to a bar everyone seems to be out, the club is packed. We order our drinks and find a booth just off the dance floor. The crowd seems to be mostly younger, with an equal ratio of girls to guys. Doug and I sip our Citron and Sprites while Katy drinks her White Russian. Before I’m even half done with my drink Katy is headed to the bar for her second. She returns. The three of us sit there and talk, drink, and watch the people on the dance floor. A half an hour passes and Katy tells me she wants to dance.

“You know I don’t dance until I’m drunk, otherwise I just feel like an idiot. Let me have a few more and then we’ll go dance.”

Swaying to the music, as the alcohol is starting to take its affect, Katy rebuts, “But I want to dance now.”

“I’ll dance with you until he’s ready,” Doug announces.

“Go for it,” I say.

I sit and drink and watch them dance just feet from me. Katy is incredibly sexy as she bounces back and forth, running her hands up her body and through her hair. The two rub against each other periodically. She turns to face away from him, he grabs her hips as she leans forward. He grinds his pelvis into her ass.

The song fades into a familiar hit from last year. The song that goes “It’s getting hot in here, so take off all your clothes.”

Katy glances over to me as she bounces with the music. Slowly she reaches up and on the next chorus she unbuttons her Brianet before removing it altogether. She tosses it over to me, then leads Doug out into the middle of the dance floor where I can’t see them. This arouses me like no other as my mind wanders, imagining Doug discovering her shirt’s transparency.

I chug my drink and decide to join them on the dance floor. I wrap Katy’s Brianet around my waist so it doesn’t get stolen. I find them facing each other, hips pressed against one another, his hands on the small of her back pressing her into him, her hands around his neck. As they move to the beat he’s leaning back and staring down at her, throwing his gaze back and forth from her eyes to her fully visible d-cup. I sneak up behind her and reach around. Doug looks up at me as I slowly shake my head as if to say, “No no,” while I grab her tits in my hands. I press my hard cock into her ass. She leans her head back to look at me, then takes her right arm off of Doug to grab my head and pull it to hers. She reaches her tongue into my mouth without missing a beat, continuing her gyrations sandwiched between Doug and I.

The next song starts. Katy reaches down and grabs hold of Doug’s wrists, holding his hands in place as she turns 180 degrees toward me. Now his hands are on her stomach and my dick is against her crotch. We continue this through the song, bumping to the beat. The alcohol has taken its full affect on all of us as we begin to sweat on the hot dance floor. I look down just in time to notice Doug’s hands boldly slide up Katy’s stomach on top of her shirt, up the swell of her breasts to her chest, then back down to her globes. He holds them and massages them through the soft, thin material as we dance. This gets Katy riled as she pushes her pelvis hard against mine, feeling my dick press against her vagina. Katy, eyes closed, reaches up and takes Doug’s hands and places them back at her stomach, a move that surprises me and I’m sure disappoints Doug. But she doesn’t disappoint tonight — she grabs her shirt above his hands and pulls upward until his hands are resting on her bare stomach. She pulls the shirt back down over his hands. I stay close to her as to block the view of what’s going on. His hands slide back up her stomach and to her bare breasts, confining them in his grip, keeping them from bouncing around as she dances. Doug soon finds her hard nipples and slowly begins to massage them and roll them with his palms. Katy opens her mouth and clenches her teeth; I see her shiver through an intense orgasm. When she is finished Katy excuses herself to the restroom, Doug and I find a table to sit at.

“That’ll give me something to jerk off to until the wedding,” he tells me unabashedly.

“I’d fuckin’ hope so. So you liked?” I reply.

“Those were the most amazing tits I’ve ever felt. They were a good handful but still firm. And I noticed last night how well they bounce.” So he did see us in the pool.

“Dude, do you realize you just made her cum?” I ask.

“Yeah, I know,” he says nonchalantly.

Katy soon reappears and claims that she’s exhausted and wants to go home. I add that that would probably be a good idea as we pay the tab and find a cab out front. The ride home is quiet, nothing is said more than polite conversation about the town and the weather.

We get back to the apartment. Katy and I fix something to eat as Doug goes up and gets ready for bed.

“Well I wasn’t expecting that,” I mention to Katy.

“Shit, neither was I!”

“But you did enjoy it.”

“Uh, yeah,” she retorts sarcastically, “I’ve still got juices running down my leg.”

“Well you’ve done your good deed for the day.”

“Did you enjoy it?” she asks.

“Well, considering I’ve been hard since we were on the dance floor, I’d say yes.”

“I’ll have to remedy that at some point for you,” Katy tells me as she rubs my cock through my slacks.

“The sooner the better,” I tell her as I stand up from the table to go get cleaned up for bed. Without a word, Katy unzips my pants and releases my cock from its tight confines before enveloping me in her mouth. I moan in relief as I grab the back of her head. She bobs up and down, swirling her tongue around the head. My breathing quickens just before I come. She pulls off. I whimper in protest. She tucks me back into my pants and says, “Later, now go get ready for bed. I’ll be up in a bit, I want to drink some more water.”

I go upstairs and take a shower, change into fresh boxers and brush my teeth. Doug is already in bed watching TV. On my way out of the bathroom I pass Katy as she’s coming in. We stop briefly for a sensuous tongue kiss before continuing on. I shut the door behind me. After she gets in the shower I enter the bathroom to pee again. When I exit, though, I leave the door cracked just slightly. Through the crack, from bed, Doug and I have a slim view through the glass shower door. Because of the steam things are hard to see, but we can definitely make out movement and colors. Katy’s arm slips around the curtain and grabs her razor sitting on the counter. We can see as she soaps up her mound before shaving away the wild edges. She’s careful as she shaves around her sensitive lips. She sets the razor down and continues to soap the rest of her wet, young body. I’m surprised when I see her grab the removable shower head to rinse off, only to keep it spraying at her crotch for a few minutes while her other hand runs back and forth from her clit to her breasts. Ten minutes later she shuts off the water and we see a flash of her wet, naked body as she gets out of the shower. We lose sight of her from there.

Five minutes later Katy comes out of the bathroom, her hair still dripping wet, wrapped in a towel that shows a few inches of cleavage and rests about eight inches above her knees. Doug and I lie on his futon in our boxers, watching late night TV. Katy doesn’t even look at us as she walks to her black overnight bag and pulls out her pajamas. She reveals, to my amazement (as well as Doug’s I’m sure), her white nighty; it’s a small, lacy white dress with spaghetti straps, it fits snuggly around her breasts and hangs loose below her chest, it’s just long enough to cover her intimate parts.

She stands up and, turning her back to us, slips it on over her towel. Doug and I watch, speechless. Katy carefully pulls the towel out from under the thin white material. She drops the towel by the bathroom and reaches back into her bag and pulls out some lotion. With her back still to us she squirts the lotion in her hand and drops the bottle. She applies the lotion to her arms and shoulders and, judging by her arm movements, under her nighty on her breasts. She bends at the waist, grabbing the lotion from the floor. Doug and I both stare in awe as the nighty pulls up slightly, exposing the bottom of her bare ass. She doesn’t stand back up right away; instead she squirts more lotion into her hands and slowly begins to moisturize her legs, all the way up her calves to her thighs. After a few moments of rubbing her upper thighs she stands and makes a couple of swift but deliberate swipes with the lotion over her pussy before she turns around, walking toward the bed. She appears to have a mission in mind as the lace fabric actually hides nothing. We can see her tits and freshly trimmed pussy with ease.

“Scoot over,” she commands sweetly of me.

I immediately oblige. Doug scoots against the wall, I scoot to the middle, and Katy gets in and scoots against me. She quickly gets under the covers and lets out a shiver from the chill in the air. She turns to me, giving me a quick peck on the lips telling me goodnight. Katy curls herself up a little bit and closes her eyes. Doug and I resume watching the last bit of Conan, but when it’s over he shuts it off. He turns toward the wall and I toward Katy. Closing my eyes to await my dreams.

A few minutes pass. I’m on the verge of sleep when I suddenly feel Katy’s tongue slowly licking the length of my lips. My eyes flash open in astonishment. Katy is staring into my eyes, wanting me. I give a raised eyebrow of concern and a gesture toward Doug. She replies with a “eh” look on her face. Unable to contain my ever-present urge, I submit. I try to return the kiss but she pulls away and shakes her head in disapproval. Knowing that she is in control tonight, I lay still as she again begins to lick my lips. Her hand snakes down my belly, onto my awaiting shaft. She slides my penis out of the hole at the front of my boxers to keep the rustling to a minimum. After a few sensual strokes up and down my shaft Katy scoots her hips closer to me. I don’t move as she scoots her body up and lifts her hips, aligning herself with my cock. She pauses when my head penetrates her lips. I can tell right away that she is dripping wet. She slowly scoots herself down, down, down, until she has completely enveloped me. Katy lets out a shiver, but it’s not from the cool air this time.

Doug clears his throat. Katy and I freeze. For at least three or four minutes I remain motionless and hard within her soft, tight walls. She then begins slow, small gyrations, twirling me around inside her. Within seconds her body shakes as she begins her first orgasm. She lets out quick breaths and grits her teeth, shaking her hips as she cums. After the orgasm subsides Katy grabs my right hand and brings it to her breast. I slowly massage her right breast through the nighty before reaching up and lowering the thin strap off her shoulder. She bends her arm in an effort to take the strap completely off, exposing her breast. She continues her gyrations as I now begin to ever so slightly and slowly thrust myself into her. Her eyes roll back in her head as I massage the bare breast before me — no longer covered by the sheet that now rests at her waist, barely concealing our conjoined parts – rubbing my hand in small circles on her nipple. Her breast is still slippery from the lotion she recently applied. She begins to shake again and I can tell another orgasm is imminent. Suddenly she stops and gets a frustrated look in her eyes. Evidently she lost impending climax.

Katy lets out a questioning breath as she looks around. She is pondering something but I don’t know what. Before I can even react Katy reaches around and grabs hold of my back. She rolls herself on top of me and sits up. Her left breast is exposed to the world and still shiny from the lotion; her right is covered but the thin material does little to hide her erect nipple. The nighty lies against my stomach covering her pussy.

Awoken by the movement Doug rolls to his back and looks in amazement at Katy, then down at her exposed, quivering breast, then up to me, then back to Katy. Her mouth open slightly as she locks eyes with him and, continuing to move in small circles with me resting inside of her, I reach up and pull down the other side of her nighty, exposing her other beautiful, full breast. Katy closes her eyes and places her hands on my chest, squeezing her breasts together. Larger and larger the circles of her hips get. Katy lets out a slow moan, then another, slightly louder this time. I reach up and softly grope her amazing breasts. She quickens her pace. She is using her legs to move herself, so her left leg is now rubbing against Doug’s thigh. Doug reaches down to his cock, which is no longer covered by any blankets thanks to Katy’s upright position; he takes it in his right hand and rubs it up and down, staring at Katy’s marvelous tits as they sway back and forth, imagining it was himself inside her. Kat watches lustfully as Doug strokes his cock. The excitement is too much for me; just as Katy starts her orgasm I explode inside of her. I’m limp before she is even halfway done with her climax. She slouches down on me in disappointment, looking at me with a mixture of rage and lust in her eyes.

I mouth the word “Sorry” to her. She looks over to Doug when she hears that he is still masturbating furiously. She snaps a glance back to me and cocks her head inquisitively. I nod in approval. She slides off of me and throws her left leg over Doug, straddling him. With her vagina resting a few inches above his penis, Katy takes Doug’s hand from his shaft and places it at his side on her leg. His shaft bobs up and down with nervous anticipation, briefly grazing her vagina. He shoots a glance over to me as if to say, “Seriously?” I give him an approving nod as I look down to see my cum leaking out of Katy’s pussy and onto his cock. Like a pro, Katy lowers herself onto the broad side of his shaft and, with the lips of her pussy, rubs my cum all over Doug’s cock as it leaks out of her. She continues this for about a minute with a little smile on her face, trading glances between Doug and I. Then she locks eyes with him and lowers her torso down toward Doug’s body.

“But what about, like, a condom?” he asks out of obligation, I know full well that if I were not right there he wouldn’t think twice about divin in bareback.

“Don’t worry, dude, she’s on the pill,” I reply as Katy glances over to me and shoots me a naughty little grin.

“Yeah baby,” she says to Doug, “just cum as deep as you want. I want you to plant your seed deep inside.”

She balances herself with her arms on either side of Doug’s head as she places her left breast at his mouth. “You’ve wanted to suck on these since we got here, haven’t you?”

“I’ve wanted to suck on these since I met you,” he replies. He flicks his tongue over her nipple and reaches up to rub her soft, smooth hips. He breaks from sucking on her tit long enough to add, “Every tit I’ve sucked or felt since I met you, I’ve imagined were yours. Even when you guys started dating when you were 15. I’ve always loved your tits” With this she reaches down with her left hand and aims Doug’s eight straight inches at her slit.

She replies, “I’d be lying if I said I’d never imagined how this would feel,” and in one fluid motion Katy glides down onto his shaft. I can see his shaft split her lips as he penetrates and disappears within her. Together they let out a moan of satisfaction. She sits up, letting her full weight rest on his lap, his penis pushing past where mine has ever gone. She bites her bottom lip and grimaces as if trying to painfully adjust to the new depths being reached. He can feel her warmth envelope his hard cock. Their pubic hair is pressed together as he has disappeared inside of her completely. She leans back, resting her hands just above Doug’s knees. This pushes her breasts out toward us and his cock against her g-spot. She knows this is my favorite position and is sure to know that this is driving me crazy right now. By now she has gotten visibly hot as beads of sweat form on her bare chest; her large, pert breasts glisten even more now in the light streaming through the blinds. Doug takes his hands and runs them up Katy’s bent knees, up to her stomach, doing half a sit-up to reach her breasts, which he massages tenderly but eagerly in his hands. His stomach is tight as he leans up, encouraging Katy to gyrate forward, massaging her clit against him.

I go over to his desk and retrieve Katy’s digital camera. She’s so lost in the moment I’m not even sure if she notices me get back on the bed and photograph her in the throws of passion. “Click,” her succulent breasts and face. “Click,” zoomed in on her vagina with another man’s cock lodged within. “Click,” zoomed out, her full body with Doug’s hands squeezing her breasts. I switch the camera to movie mode, push play, and hand the camera to Doug. He takes about 30 seconds of video of my wife riding his cock.

By now I’m hard as a rock again, I set the camera down and begin rubbing my meat, hoping I don’t cum too soon. Katy moves her hips forward and back, forward and back. As Doug lies back down he lets his left hand rest on her knee and uses his right to massage her mound. This sends Katy over the edge. She lets go of his legs and slouches over him. Her back hunched over, her face rubbing against his, her breasts lightly grazing his chest as they sway. She moves her whole body to swirl Doug’s shaft around within her, hitting all the sensitive areas in her vagina. Doug responds with slow, methodic thrusts upward, watching her face and her body contort as she cums. Katy is no longer able to contain herself as she bounces her body rapidly on his cock. Small ripples move along her ass as she pounds Doug’s cock. She tilts her head back and releases a loud, lasting moan as her heated walls tighten around Doug’s cock. She finishes her climax and collapses onto Doug, her breasts are beautiful as they’re smashed against another man’s chest, spilling out to the sides.

Katy lifts her head up to look at Doug as she says, “Your turn now, I’m done.” She then kisses him fully on the mouth, smashing her tongue into his. This lasts a good thirty seconds while he gropes her sides and ass, before she finally breaks away.

I scoot away to give them some room as Doug rolls her onto her back, still buried deep inside of her. He sits up on his knees and grabs her hips to pull her against his body, burying himself to the hilt again before sliding a pillow under her ass to keep her elevated. He then bends her knees, pushing her legs up toward her head. She bends her legs accordingly and lifts her ass up slightly to receive him fully. As he pushes his cock into my wife’s cunt as deep as it’ll go, Katy grimaces with pain as she has never been touched so deeply before. With that he pulls himself almost completely out of her vagina, then ever so slowly slides it back in. He continues this for about a minute before Katy grabs his ass, prompting him to fuck faster. I sit up and face Katy. I bend down and take her bouncing breast in my mouth. While my right hand is busy jerking myself off, my left ventures down to her mound. While Doug pumps her body, audibly forcing the air from her lungs, I rub circles just above her pussy, stimulating her clit.

“Hand me that camera,” Doug tells me.

I sit up and get the camera for him. Doug switches the camera to movie mode and as he slowly shafts her pussy Doug he hits record. He pans from her face down, holding momentarily at her quivering chest before moving south to her stuffed vagina. He holds the camera there for a minute as he slowly pumps in and out of her pussy. He hands me the camera and tells me to keep recording as he lays down on top of her, beginning slow, methodic gyrations deep within her walls. “Now this will give me something to jerk off about until the wedding. Shit, even after the wedding,” Doug adds.

I record a few more minutes of him riding her, sucking her tits and pulling her hair before putting it down and tending to my own self. Another five minutes pass before Katy has the strength built up for yet another mind-blowing orgasm. She closes her eyes and grits her teeth as the walls of her pussy contract around Doug’s meat. She humps herself against each of his thrusts.

He can’t hang on any longer. Doug tenses up. “Oh fuck Katwoman,” he grunts – this is a nickname he gave to her years ago. Katy, realizing that he’s about to cum she wraps her legs around his ass and pulls him hard against her. Doug squeezes her right tit with one hand as he sticks the tip of his finger in her asshole. He sucks hard on her left nipple as he tenses up and shoots his seed deep within her youthful womb. Realizing what’s happening I, too, cum all over Katy’s face as she writhes in ecstasy. Doug and I both collapse on the bed. Katy gets up to go take a quick shower to clean off. When she returns she does not dress. She lies between us naked. I roll to my left; Katy spoons me from behind, and Doug spoons her from behind. We all fall asleep almost immediately.

I wake up the following morning in the same position as I fell asleep, with Katy spooning me from behind, but now the bed is shaking. Katy’s right arm reaches down as her hand grasps my cock. I turn my head to see Doug spooning her, fucking her from behind. She’s pulls herself tight against me. I can feel her breasts smashed against my back. The hand job she’s giving me feels incredible, but she soon loses concentration and grasps without stroking. I remove her hand, placing it on my chest. I place my own hand on my cock and begin to rub vigorously. Katy grasps at my chest and bites my lower neck as she moans through her first orgasm of the day. When it subsides she lifts her head up and whispers into my ear with a shaky voice, “My birth control is with my underwear.”

At first I’m confused. What the fuck was she telling me this for, so her pills were… oh. Oh! Her birth control is back in Columbia! She hasn’t been on it in over four days then. I almost cum at the thought.

“Don’t worry,” she tells me, “my period isn’t for another four days.”

Four days! That means she’s ovulating. Fuck me!

I continue to rub myself but can’t manage well because I’m curled up and being scooted off the bed. I reluctantly get up and move to Doug’s computer chair. I swivel toward the bed and continue to rub my shaft. There before me is my beautiful wife curled up on her side, getting ravaged from behind by my brother.

Doug’s hands have found their way around her — one rubbing her groin and the other kneading her breasts. She opens her eyes and looks at me. She mouths the words “I love you.” I mouth back “I love you too.”

She then shuts her eyes to concentrate on the sex at hand. As her left leg lays pressed against the bed, she pulls her right knee upward, resting the bent leg on the bed. Now I can see Doug’s cock sliding in and out of her, shiny from her juices. His meat slides back and forth as her hips hump back to try and meet his advances.

“Time to get up!” my mom yells from just outside the room.

“‘kay!” I yell back, hoping she doesn’t open the door to find Doug pounding my wife from behind and me watching with my dick in my hand.

“Hurry up, we want to go grab some breakfast!” she continues.

“We’re cumming!” Doug yells as he grips Kat’s chest.

Katy turns her head around to face him, staring into his eyes with her face contorted in agonizing ecstasy as she whimpers audibly, “Yeah, we’re definitely cumming!” before pressing her mouth into his. She humps her pelvis back hard with her own juices mixing with Doug’s as he cums deep in her fertile body. Seeing this before me I can’t help blow my load all over my chest and stomach. Katy’s the first to get up. As she walks to the bathroom gripping her vagina to prevent leakage, she passes by me and gives me a sweet, loving kiss on the mouth.

That day Katy wears a tight green t-shirt and khaki skirt that rests just above her knees — her nipples apparent 90% of the time. We visit the Air Force base Doug works on. He’s telling us about a simulator they use to play war games. He can show us how it works, but must do it one at a time. He shows my parents, then my sister, then Katy and finally me. When Katy comes out I notice her face is flushed and she’s holding her legs together fairly tight. She excuses herself to the restroom.

When I get in there the room reeks of sex. I ask him, “Did you guys go at it again? You were only in here for five minutes.”

“How do you expect me not to? She’s the best fuck I’ve ever had! Those perfect tits and that tight, warm pussy. I can’t keep my hands and mouth off ’em”

“This room is tiny, how’d you manage it in here?”

“Well, it happened like this. When we got in here I bent over the console to start the simulator. About a minute later she grabs my hand and turns me around. She’s lifted up her shirt and it rests above her tits. She takes my hand and places it on her breast. I massage it passionately as we begin to kiss. She unzips my flight suit down as far as it would go and reaches in the hole of my boxers and pulls out my cock. I turn her around and push her against the console. She hikes her skirt up and hopps up on it. Does that girl ever where panties?”

“Not on this trip,” I answer, “She told me she left them all back in Columbia.”

“That’s fuckin’ awesome. Well anyway, that’s how it happened. She was sitting on the console hunched over with her tits out and holding her legs back as I leaned over and licked up her pussy for a minute to get her good and wet – letting my tongue barely split the folds of the lips, ya know? By the way, she tastes amazing – I wouldn’t mind having that for dinner every night. She kept her legs apart and used her hands to smash my head into her crotch. It was fucking awesome. I couldn’t stand it anymore and stood up. I slid right into her. It only took a minute or two for us both to cum once I was inside her.”

“Your ass is getting laid more than me! And by my own fucking wife no less!”

He shrugs. I shrug too. We leave and all go have lunch.

After lunch my mom and sister want to go do some shopping. My dad wants to take a nap. Feeling like a kid staying up late to watch Cinemax my heart begins to flutter with anticipation of what’s surely to come. We get back to the apartment, my mom and sister leave and my dad goes in for his nap. Doug’s talking on the phone to his fiancé while Katy and I head up to his bedroom.

I go into the bathroom to pee, and when I come out Katy is laying on Doug’s bed stark naked, legs akimbo.

“And whom might you be waiting for?” I ask.

“A cock,” she replies, “Whoever is first inside me wins.”

“Well it’s a good thing my dad didn’t walk in.”

“Ooo that could be fun!” she laughs.

She watches me as I strip down and practically dive on top of her. When I reach down and feel her cunt she is dripping wet. I waste no time and slide my cock in her. She moans to the penetration. I’ve had so much sexual tension building that I just start pounding her — hard. Her tits are bouncing up and down as I shaft her. She squeezes my ass and bites my shoulder and neck.

Doug walks in, I don’t even look at him. I whisper to Katy, “Look him in the eyes while I fuck you.” I then throw my left leg over Katy’s thigh and slide myself partially off her so her body is exposed as I fuck her. I run my tongue all around her breast, while she looks lustfully over at Doug, who is now naked and touching himself in his computer chair.

“I wanna move,” Katy tells me.

Without a word I get off of her and give her some space so she can move to whatever position she wants. She gets on all fours and faces Doug.

“Okay, I’m ready,” she says.

I scoot behind her and point my piece toward her vagina. I slip in with no problem and again begin to pound her. I straighten my back and hold onto her ass as I stuff her from behind. Her tits sway beneath her while she looks Doug in the eyes, occasionally breaking glance to watch his hand on his cock.

Five minutes pass before Katy says, “Hold up,” to me and stands up off the bed. She walks over to Doug and, brushing the hair from her face, kneels in front of him. She takes his hand off his cock and scoops up his rod with her tongue. I watch impatiently as she bobs up and down, using one hand to rub his stomach and chest and the other to finger herself as she controls his cock with her mouth. She licks greedily up the underside and around the head. Just when he starts to moan she takes her mouth off of him and pinches his dick so he can’t cum.

She turns and looks at me as she raises her ass up in the air, offering herself to me. I get up and kneel behind her, placing my dick at her sopping entrance. I can feel the heat emanating from her pussy before I even come in contact with her. As I penetrate her she coos softly. I start to work in and out, forcing myself to keep it slow for her benefit.

As I continue my work, she returns her attention to Doug’s cock. I hear a moan periodically leak out of her stuffed mouth. I lean over her enough to grab her swinging tits. She starts to shake her hips. As she starts to cum she sucks harder and deeper on Doug’s cock. I watch his dick as it disappears almost entirely into her mouth. His face is stricken with ecstasy as he shoots his cum into Katy’s mouth. Somehow I manage to refrain from also cumming but stop shafting her to let her rest.

She gives their orgasms a minute to subside before looking back at me and, with cum rolling out of the corner of her mouth, say “Okay, you did good. Go lay down now.”

I follow her orders. She stands up and walks over to the bed, reaching up with her finger to scoop the cum off her chin and inserting it into and around her pussy. She crawls up and straddles me. She lowers herself onto my rigid pole until I’m all the way in. She sits up and starts to rock, back and forth, side to side. Katy reaches down, takes my hands, and places them on her breasts. Doug just watches as she works me around within her. I’ve been building up too long and can no longer take it. The physical pleasure mixed with the thought of my newly uninhibited sex kitten, willing to expose herself to someone other than me proves too powerful a combination. I explode inside of her. She gyrates until I go limp, at which point she lays on my chest and, to my surprise, falls asleep. I just reach over and pull the blanket over us. Doug cleans up and goes downstairs for something to eat. Kat and I rested for about a half hour before dressing and joining Doug downstairs. The family soon returned and we commenced with the daily activities.

The final night of our stay is upon us. I take a long hot shower to unwind from the day. When I walk out of the bathroom I see they’ve started without me. Katy is on top of Doug with his cock in her mouth and her pussy in his. I can hear slurping as both of them suck and kiss and lick each other. Doug is naked but Katy has on her black see-through teddy with hot pink trim, and no panties of course. The sheer material is bunched up above her ass.

My dick is instantly hard at the site. I get on the bed and watch my brothers tongue massage my young wife’s cunt. I can see her glistening lips and I know she’s primed for a heavy orgasm.

“You just concentrate on workin that clit,” I whisper to Doug. I stand on my knees and scoot up behind her. Doug already has her legs and ass parted with his own hands, so I rest my hands upon her hips and slowly open her up with my cock. I work my tool in and out excruciatingly slow. Katy starts to wiggle her hips around as she begins to cum. I see her head moving up and down on Doug’s cock with more fervor as she enters ecstasy. Apparently between her moaning and sucking, Doug’s getting one hell of a blow because he starts to grunt as he cums down her throat. Katy falls silent. I can see she’s abandoned Doug’s spent cock and now bites her lip as she cums all over my cock and Doug’s mouth. Her pussy squeezes my dick hard and I can’t help but cum once again.

Katy again sleeps naked between us. I think at one point I wake in the middle of the night to them fucking again, but I’m so exhausted by this point, I’m not even sure if it’s real or a dream, so I dismiss it and return to my slumber.

After breakfast the next morning we pack up to leave. I upload the pictures from the digital camera onto Doug’s computer in a file simply named “Inside Katy.”

Doug tells us all goodbye and wishes us a safe journey before we head out to the van. We all pile in when Katy exclaims, “Oh crap! I forgot my notebook.”

“Do you remember where you left it?” I ask.

“No. It’s somewhere in the apartment. I’ll be right back.” She jumps out of the van and runs back to the apartment. I watch her run and admire the way her loose, flowery skirt sways back and forth.

We all wait for what seems like forever. We pass the time watching tenants come and go. Children must be playing by the pool as we can here them screaming. About fifteen minutes pass. I get up to go check on her just as Katy returns. She has her notebook in hand as she hops in the back seat with me. I notice her face is flush and her hair is disheveled. She has that glow to her too, that after sex glow. My interest is piqued.

We lay down facing each other in the back seat for what I think is to be a nap. But in a successful attempt to tease me beyond recognition, Katy whispers what happened back at the apartment as we lie together in the backseat of the van.

“I went back in to grab the notebook off the dining room table, right where I told Doug I’d leave it. He was sitting at a chair at the table with his pants around his ankles and his stiff cock in his hand. I felt bittersweet at the sight — knowing the satisfaction I was about to receive, but also that this was to be the last encounter like this. So I walked right up to him and straddled his legs. I lifted the skirt to my stomach with my right hand. Before I could sit he stopped me, admiring my exposed vagina. I let him look for a second, and even give me a kiss or two down there. I tell you, if you would let your brother give you some lessons on eating out, you’d get to a LOT more often. He does this thing with his tongue, just barely splitting my lips and grazing my clit, it drives me mad. Anyway, then I spread my by now dripping pussy with my left hand. I sat down slowly onto his rigid pole. I was so wet but still had to make circles with my hips to get him inside me; he’s so thick. “

At this point in the story Katy grabs my hand and places it on her upper, inside thigh. I move my hand up her leg and before I even get to her pussy feel wetness on her skin. It’s thick and sticky. I move on up to her hot hole. The excess of cum leaking out makes it easy to slid two fingers up her. She gasps, then continues her story as I very slowly finger fuck her.

“Knowing we didn’t have much time I started riding him like crazy. I bucked back and forth. I was completely lost in the feeling of his thick cock. I didn’t even notice him take my shirt off. So there I am, riding him as he sits there. I’m wearing my socks and shoes, and my skirt around my waist. He places his hands at the small of my back as I lean back. I arch my back and lean my head upside down, my stomach stretched and my tits facing the sky. I can’t do much at this point but wiggle my hips, but it turns me on to know that he’s seeing my naked body. Doug kisses my chest just below my breasts.” She traces his path with her finger. “I lean back up slowly and his tongue stays glued to me. He leaves a wet trail as his tongue slides across my breast and up my neck before reaching my open mouth and awaiting tongue. We kiss deeply and passionately before I break it off to concentrate on moving my hips around. He uses the time wisely and feasts on my tits while his hands roam my naked, gyarating torso. I swear, all of the men in my life, especially you Bell men, seem to love my tits. I’ve caught every one of you staring at them at least ten times on this trip. Although your dad’s probably looked more than both of you combined, but he hasn’t seen them naked quite as many times, although I’m sure my dad probably has. Hell, he’s probably seen them more than you have. Can’t say I don’t enjoy it though. No quicker way to get all wet in my panties than catching a guy staring at my tits. Anyway, back to the story. As he suckled the nipple on my right breast he bit it softly between his teeth. It hurt a little bit but at the same time sent fierce tingles through my body. I couldn’t handle myself as I screamed out loud.”

“That was you?” I asked in astonishment, “We all heard that, we thought it was some kids or something.”

“Oops. Yeah, I guess that was me. So anyway, I continue this mind-blowing orgasm as my whole body tenses up. A feeling of naughtiness rips through my body as I bounce up and down on Doug’s cock. My tits bounce in front of his face as I urge him, ‘Fuck me, Doug! Fuck my swollen pussy before I go get back in the car with your brother. You like to fuck Katwoman don’t you? Don’t you? Oh. Oh fuck. That’s right fuck me hard. Cum inside me. You like that I forgot my birth control don’t you?’

“‘You what?’ he asked as he pulled back.

“I said, ‘Oh yeah, I didn’t mention that to you?’ I stopped moving and relished in the feeling of him resting deep within me.”

“‘Shit Kat! We gotta stop. Let me get a condom on,’ he said.”

“‘I don’t like condoms. I can’t feel your contours of your big cock when you wear a condom. And besides, it’s a little late now, you must’ve pumped at least a quart of cum in me this weekend.’

To see that she gets her way Katy resumes her movement, rocking back and forth on Doug’s lap, leaning forward to brush her chest against his.

“‘Uhhhggg,’ he groaned under me as I started to really try to grip his cock again.

“‘Besides, don’t you find it naughty? You could make me pregnant right here. We could be making… oh fuck… a baby together right now…. Oh fuck! That’s right.’ He started to meet my gyrations with upward thrusts. ‘Cum deep, baby, make me pregnant. I’m so fertile right now. My period is in just a couple of days and I got off the pill two weeks ago when I heard we were coming down to see you. I came down here with the plan to get as much of your hot cum in my pussy as possible. Don’t you wanna be a daddy? Fuck me daddy. Come on Doug, fuck me! Put your hot seed in Katwoman’s belly. It’s been waiting for it. Cum deep. Give me a little baby in my belly. Ah your cock feels so strong and hard.’

“I don’t know what came over me; I had gone crazy. But evidently he liked it because his hands gripped my back tightly and his face contorted. I knew he was about to cum so I sat completely down on him and just worked his cock all around within me. At that point I could actually feel his cum basting my womb.”

Katy stops the story and shuts her eyes. She shudders. I feel her cum on my fingers as I slowly twist them inside of her. When her orgasm subsides I remove my fingers and she continues.

“We sat there reeling for a moment. I wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned back to look at him with his softening cock still in me. He took the opportunity to look down at my chest just like you do.

‘Damn I’m going to miss this body,’ he says.

“I told him, ‘Well you will need a stripper at your bachelor party won’t you?’

‘Are you serious, you’d do that?’ he asks me.

‘Only if we get to have a private session after I’m done entertaining your friends.’

‘But it’s more than friends, you’d be stripping in front of dads and friends and everybody.’

‘You don’t think they’d like my body as much as you do?” I replied.

“Of course they would. But wouldn’t you feel strange stripping in front of my dad and yours?”

“Na, your dad has seen pictures of me naked before. Brian accidentally left some he had taken of me on your dad’s digital camera — mostly of my tits, but a few of my pussy too. From after an anniversary dinner one night back when we were just dating – I wore a blue and black dress out to dinner with no panties or bra on. Afterward, at that house I lived at on campus I let Brian take some pictures of me. Well, when he returned the camera, even though he says he deleted all the pictures, somehow your dad happened upon them. I’m sure he probably enlarged them at the self service machine at Walgreens and jerks off to them constantly.

“And my dad sees me naked all the time. At my house we’ve always left the bathroom door open when we shower and change. All our lives I suppose. Sometimes we even still, when it’s really hot, walk around the house topless in the summer, since we don’t have air conditioning. And one morning when I was a senior in high school I was playing with myself on my bed with my door open I saw him through the crack of the doorway watching me. I’ve never cum so hard by myself as I did that day. I made sure to kick all the blankets off me and spread my legs apart wide as I fingered myself. Two fingers were in my cunt as my other hand was massaging my mound. It was absolutely amazing. And I’ve had dreams of Brian and I fucking with my dad watching through the window. I don’t know the significance of that but I always cum so hard during those dreams.”

“With that comment I could feel his soft dick growing in my body. He couldn’t even reply. He held onto my ass and back and stood up. I wrapped my legs around him and held myself tight against his cock. We kissed passionately for a second before he laid me down on the dining room table and started to fuck me slowly. He watched as with each thrust my tits bounced toward my head.

“Okay, but under one condition,” Doug said.

“What’s that?”

“You can strip for me, but I don’t want a private session.”

“What? Why not?” I asked, a bit irate.

“Oh I still want a session, just not a private one.”

“Oh I see, naughty boy. I’d better have a few drinks before I do anything that crazy.”

“‘What if I can’t wait till then?’ he asked me.

“With a burning in my cunt I replied, ‘Oh I think we could work something out. This is all assuming anyway that I’m not showing by your bachelor party.”

“He leaned down and sucked on my right nipple. It sent an electric shock through my body. I moaned and told him, ‘You know, Columbia is on the way to Des Moines, maybe you could stop in on your way to see Liz.’ He quickened his pace and started fucking me hard. Brian I tell you, I came all over his dining room table. I panted to him ‘Oh fuck, Oh fuck. And on the way back from Des Moines too I guess.’

“He stood back up and continued the assault on my vagina. ‘You guess?’ he asked.

“Fuck…. Fuck… ‘ I panted. ‘Okay, you should definitely come up… as soon as possible…. For a few days!’ I told him how you worked and stayed in Kansas City most nights, so we could have the apartment to ourselves.”

‘That sounds like a plan. Uuuhhggg,’ he spilled another load in me.

We remained there before he leaned down and kissed me deep in my mouth. Our tongues danced and our breath became one.

He broke away, ‘You’d better get back,’ he said as he pulled his soft dick out. A line of his cum came with it.

‘Yup, ‘ I said as I hopped off the table, through my shirt on, gave him a peck on the cheek, grabbed my notebook and ran back out to the van.”

I press my body tightly against hers as we lie there, and from the pressure alone I begin to cum in my pants. I leave it as it’s concealed beneath the denim.

As soon as we get to our apartment that night we head straight to the computer to download the pictures from the weekend. As I open them one at a time the memories come flooding back for the both of us. I have her put on a pair of lacy panties, not telling her why, but having her sit on my lap as we scroll through the pictures and I massage her pussy. She cums twice in the panties before I finally take them off to impale her myself. In the throws of passion she asks me what was with the panties. I tell her that I intend to mail them to Doug tomorrow so that he can smell them, imagining her pussy as he jerks off to her pictures. She begins to buck as she cums at the thought. She cums at least three times before finally passing out in an exhausted, sticky heap. After four sessions of her moaning “Doug” and me replying with grunts of “Katwoman”, Katy evidently tires — at least temporarily — of the thought of Doug.

I enter her for our final round of the night. My erect cock slides effortlessly into her stretched vagina. I lean down and lick up her body, from under her right breast, across the valley that divides the tits, up her neck and to her ear as I dig into her forcefully with my meat. “Ungh,” she grunts, “Oh, Cal, I’ve been wanting this for so long.”

“Cal?” I reply. She grits her teeth and nods emphatically with her eyes shut tight — an image of Cal’s naked body floods her mind like a film projector on a white screen..

“Well then. I think we can work with this,” I proclaim as I roll us over so she ends up in the cowboy position on top of me. I push her shoulders lightly so she knows that’s the position I want her to stay in. As she grinds down on my aching cock I reach over to the nightstand with my left hand and grab my cell-phone. I flip it open and turn on the camera. I get Katy in focus, from just below her breasts to the top of her head.

“Lock your fingers together and rest them above your head,” I tell her. Without a word she complies — she even lowers her head to her right, letting her lips part and a determined look wash across her face. I take a picture of this, getting her face, down past her tits to her stomach. Then another from above her breasts all the way down to my own stomach, my cock hidden deep within her curves, exposing her trimmed bush. I proceed to send one to Cal and John, not telling Katy which one I’m sending. “I just sent that to Cal, he should see it when he wakes up in a few hours.” Katy holds her body still and begins to shake as her hips move in tight circles. “Oh and I wasn’t sure, but just to cover all our bases I sent one to John too.”

“Which one did you send?” she spits out as her cum runs down my balls.

“You may never know,” I tease. “Although I suppose if you were feeling really tenacious you could just ask them. Why? Which one did you want me to send?”

She slows down from her climax, takes her right hand from the top of her head and places it just above her breast, proceeding to slide it down her body, making sure to go all the way under until she touched my penetration.

“What if I sent one to each?” I inquire.

“Who got my pussy?” she answers.

“I think the bigger question is, who will be getting your pussy?”

Your Husband is Fucking My Wife

Your Husband is Fucking My Wife

When the doorbell rang I thought it was Fed Ex, because I was expecting a package from Mom. I was surprised to see Phil Stanley standing there when I opened the door.

“Come in Phil. What brings you out this morning?”

I smiled at him but he didn’t smile back. He looked very serious.

“We need to talk Sandy. Can I come in?”

I opened the door wide and showed him into the living room. He looks like the bearer of bad news, I thought. What the hell is this all about? He sat in Don’s big chair and I sat on the couch.

Phil and his wife Linda had been our friends for years. They are both around thirty-five, about the age of Don and me. Linda was a CPA and always did our taxes. My husband worked with an investment firm that often recommended Linda’s accounting firm to their clients. Don and Phil played golf together at the Atlanta Country Club and we socialized with them frequently.

“I have some very disturbing news,” Phil said.” I don’t know how to tell you.”

“What is it?” I asked, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable.

“It’s complicated. I just confirmed it this morning when I got the final report from a private investigator I hired.”

“Private investigator?” I asked. What was this all about I wondered?

“I … I don’t know how to say this,” he said, stuttering.

What was it? I was getting impatient at his reluctance to tell me.

“Just say it straight out,” I said.

He looked down at the floor, then up at me and made eye contact. It was like he was collecting himself to say something very bad.

“Your husband is fucking my wife!”

A chill went through my entire body and I gasped. No way could Don be fucking Linda. My God! We’d been their friends for years!

“I don’t believe you,” I shouted. “Who in hell told you such a boldfaced lie?”

He didn’t answer my question. He just reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a business size envelope that contained several pages of single spaced typescript and a single glossy photograph. He handed me the photograph.

I looked at the picture and my heart almost stopped. There was Don on top of Linda in bed supporting his weight on his extended arms. Her legs were spread wide and her feet were high in the air. Both were naked. My husband was fucking his wife! I just held it between my thumb and forefinger and stared at it.

“That was taken off of a video,” he said. “I’ve got more like it, but this is the best one showing both their faces. I have a list of times and places, mostly motels around town, with pictures of them going into motel rooms together. My investigator paid a motel clerk to let him place a motion activated video camera and then assign them to the room with the camera when they checked in. It was not cheap!”

“How long has this been going on?” I asked softly. I was horrified by this news.

“I don’t know,” he said. “I got suspicious when I couldn’t reach Linda several afternoons and had a couple of hang-up phone calls plus some strange behavior on her part and I hired an investigator a month ago. They do it in motels about twice a week. They rotate the motels and my investigator put a camera in one and waited till they used it.”

I just sat there stunned.

“Where is Don?” Phil asked.

“Don left for Nashville this morning,” I said.

“Linda is attending an accountants convention in Memphis,” he said. “A short drive from Nashville. Don is smart. He’ll book a hotel in Nashville and then join his ladylove this afternoon. I’m gonna drive up there and catch them in the act.”

I made up my mind quickly.

“I’ll join you,” I said. “Let me pack a bag.”

I read the investigator’s report on our drive from Atlanta to Memphis. It documented everything that Phil had said. I sat in the car wondering what I was going to do. I could not understand why Don would do this. After an hour or so I started to get angry. The bastard was still fucking me like always. He had simply added a little strange stuff to his schedule.

We arrived at the convention hotel about four-thirty. I sat in the lobby where I would not be seen if Linda or Don walked through. Phil went to the front desk. His plan was to check in as Linda’s husband and upgrade the room to a double. He used the same American Express black card Linda had used. I watched him talk to the receptionist and show his ID and credit card. The receptionist punched a few keys and handed him a key card.

“That was easy,” he said as he joined me. “Let’s get out of here till dinner time.”

We drove off and checked into another hotel, unpacked, and changed clothes. We got an early light dinner and then headed for the convention hotel. Figuring they would use the darker, more expensive dining room for their dinner we carefully positioned ourselves to watch the exit. After an hour or so we saw them come out separately and head for the elevator.

“I don’t know about you Sandy,” Phil said, “But I want to catch them doing it.”

“Me too,” I said.

“How long after dinner does Don wait before he wants to fuck?”

I chuckled. “It depends on how horny he is. If he’s horny he has one drink and then he’s ready.”

Phil looked at his watch. “It’s eight-thirty now. Give him a half hour for his drink and another half hour for some undress show and tell and by nine-thirty he ought to be in the saddle banging away.”

And that’s what we did. At nine-thirty we went up to the room and listened at the door. I was sure I heard the sounds of combat. Phil slipped that key card into the slot and eased the door open. We slipped in quietly.

The foot of the bed faced the door. Only a small lamp on the bedside table dimly lighted the room. They were fucking missionary. Lynda’s legs were widespread and high in the air. Don was supporting his weight on his extended arms exactly as I had seen in that ugly picture. Don was banging away and Lynda was grunting like a whore. They had no idea that we were in the room.

Phil took my arm and made a shush motion putting his finger to his lips. He led me over to the couch and we sat down and watched them fuck. They were grunting and moaning and very few words were audible except Lynda kept saying,”Yessss. Do it! Fuck me!” between grunts.

They were fucking hard for their orgasms and Linda came first followed shortly by Don. They collapsed together panting for air and sweating. They had no idea Sandy and I were sitting a few feet away watching them.

“Damn that was good,” Don said. “That’s a lot better pussy than I get at home.”

“Better than I get too,” Lynda said. “You’ve got more energy than Phil.”

Don eased off of her and reached over to get his drink from the bedside table. That’s when he saw us sitting on the couch. His face registered total shock.

“Sorry you don’t like the pussy you get at home,” I said. “You won’t be getting any more of it in the future.”

Lynda screamed in surprise and quickly pulled up the sheet to cover her nakedness. Don covered his genitals with the sheet and sat on the side of the bed. I walked to the door and turned on the overhead light.

Then I walked over to the refreshment center and opened the door.

“Phil, there are a couple of miniatures of scotch and one of Jack Daniels in here. Can I fix you a drink?”

“Yeah,” he answered. “I’ll take a scotch-rocks.”

I proceeded to mix his drink and mine and as I walked over and handed Phil his I turned to a naked Lynda who was sitting up clutching the sheet tightly under her chin.

“Would you like a drink Lynda?”

“What the hell are you doing here?” Lynda screamed. “Get out of this room! We’re naked!”

“Yes Lynda, I saw that when I came in. If it bothers you why don’t you get out of bed and get dressed. Your husband has seen you naked I suppose. And my husband too, for that matter.”

“Get out!” Lynda screamed.

“Lynda,” I said calmly. “Your husband checked into this room this afternoon and upgraded it to a double. He’s got as much right to be here as you have.”

Then I walked over to the bed with a miniature of Jack Daniels, Don’s favorite whisky, and removing the cap I freshened his drink sitting on the bedside table. Then I returned to the couch and sat down next to Phil.

“Now we have our drinks,” I said. “Let’s all have a nice friendly conversation starting off with when this affair started.”

“Don’t say anything Lynda,” Don said. “We need to talk to a lawyer.”

“Truer words were never spoken,” I said. “And Don, he better be a damn good lawyer! I intend to take you for everything you have. Phil tells me that the video of you two fucking is good enough to be a feature film on the porn channel.”

“VIDEO,” Lynda screamed. “Of us fucking?”

“Don,” I said. “Get up out of bed and put your pants on. Then pack your stuff and drive back to that hotel in Nashville.”

“How did you … ” he began.

‘A lucky guess Don,” I said with a chuckle. “You’re too smart to be in the same city at the same time as Lynda. Of course you’re not as smart as Phil here. Phil figured it all out and got the evidence for our lawyers.”

Don finished off his entire drink in a couple of swallows and got up and headed for the closet naked.

“Check out that little peter Lynda,” I said. “Not very impressive when he gets scared is it? And believe me you little whore, my husband is scared shitless right now. And you ought to be just as scared as he is.”

Phil got up and walked to the closet and got a big white fluffy robe that luxury hotels have for their guests. He walked over to the bed and pulled a naked Lynda out and helped her put on the robe. I looked at her body and saw nothing better than my own. What the hell, I thought. Don liked it.

“Everybody get comfortable,” I said. “And lets talk. Phil why don’t you tell them what your lawyer said?”

“The bottom line,” Phil said, “is that with the reports of the private investigator and that video, any lawyer worth having will tell them to settle and if we don’t ask for the moon they will settle without a trial.”

Lynda was sitting next to Don on a small love seat. How appropriate I thought! Phil and I were on the couch. Lynda started to say something and Don hushed her up repeating what he had said earlier about seeing a lawyer before saying anything.

“Okay if you don’t want to talk we’ll leave you two love birds now,” I said. “Lynda, my hubby, when he’s really horny, is never satisfied with just one piece of ass. So suck that little thing and if he’s not too scared he’ll get hard again.”

I touched Phil’s elbow and he got up from the couch with me and we walked to the door and departed leaving our spouses sitting there on the love seat. As we went down the elevator I looked at the pain on Phil’s face. He’d known it was happening for some time but actually seeing it had obviously hurt him. It’s always worse for the guys I thought. Wives get angry and want revenge just like I’m feeling now. For a guy it’s like he’s been kicked in the balls.

We drove back to our hotel and sat down in our room and had another drink. We needed to talk.

“So now what happens?” I asked.

Phil answered as though reading from a list.

“You get a lawyer and I’ll have mine talk to him and share all the stuff that detective collected. You throw that bastard out of your house and change the locks. I get all my stuff and move to a hotel room. Then we let the lawyers do what they get paid to do.”

Then he got up and turned on the TV, went to his bag and got a DVD, and popping the DVD into the player, he said, “You need to see this Sandy. This is the edited version. The original is in a safety deposit box.”

I watched a naked Lynda climb into bed followed by my naked husband with an erection. I looked at the time on the video screen and it showed 3:33 PM. The date was last Thursday. There was no foreplay. He just shoved it in and started fuckin her missionary.

“Romantic, isn’t he,” I said. “He just fucks. No foreplay. He’s the same with me. Why the hell I let him get away with it all these years I’ll never know.”

Then Don grabs Lynda’s hand and pulls it down under her thigh and she starts playing with his balls.

“I always have to do that for him,” I said. “He can’t fuck unless his balls are being massaged. Oh you horny bastard if only I had those balls in my hand right now I’d show you how angry I am.”

We watched them fuck until the video said 3:41 PM and then Lynda screamed that she was gonna cum and her hips pumped frantically as her body trembled. Don fucked her harder and in a couple of minutes he groaned and pumped his load. They rested a few minutes and then whispered something that was not recognizable on the video cam recording.

At 3:50 Don grabbed her head and pushed her down to suck his soft cock. She went to work on it vigorously and in a couple of minutes she climbed on to do him cowboy.

“Did she kiss you last Thursday when you got home from the office?” I asked Phil. “If she did I hope she brushed her teeth first.”

Phil chuckled and said, “You don’t have to worry Sandy. He didn’t eat pussy.”

“Of course he didn’t eat pussy. That bastard hasn’t ever eaten pussy since we got married,” I said.

Phil chuckled again and said, “Then he’s missing out on a lot of fun. You eat pussy the right way and any bitch in the world will be your slave.”

I was pissed, very pissed, but I felt my pussy tingle at the way Phil said that. I hadn’t had my pussy eaten since college and I had long since given up on ever feeling it again.

We watched her tits bounce wildly as she pumped her ass and Don did his best to hump.

“What you said in their hotel room was right,” Phil said. “Your husband’s got a little dick. I don’t understand what Lynda see’s in this guy. He doesn’t eat pussy and his dick’s not big enough to matter.”

“I don’t think they’re in love,” I said. “Maybe she was horny and Don was the best she could find.”

Then I thought better and said, “I’m sorry Phil I shouldn’t have said that. If YOU were servicing that pussy she wouldn’t go lookin for somebody else. It was that bastard Don! I wonder how this got started?”

“Maybe we’ll never know,” Phil said.

When they both got off the video clock said 4:05. They rested in bed for another five minutes and then got up to dress.

“Shit!” I said. “Less than an hour and zero post-coital kissing and cuddling. They just fucked like animals. This is not a love affair. This is just raw sex.”

“Yeah that’s what it is Sandy,” Phil said. “Raw sex.”

“I’m really pissed,” I said.

“Yeah,” Phil said, “I’m starting to get angry too. I better get out of here and find a hotel room.”

“It’s late. Almost midnight. Why not stay here?” I asked.

“Because we’re both so angry at our spouses that if I stay here I’ll fuck you,” he said laughing.

I looked at him sitting there laughing and thought about that talented tongue he had described and remembered what it felt like all those years back in college to have a guy do that. What the hell? I thought. Why not?

“Not until you eat my pussy you won’t fuck me,” I said laughing with him. “I haven’t had a tongue on my clit since college.”

And that’s how our long lasting affair began. He kissed me. Then he took charge and stripped me down buck-naked just the way I liked a man to do − like I was his private bitch. And I pranced around and showed him my body, naked in spikes.

Then he stripped himself and let me appreciate what I was about to receive. And as I looked at it standing out so hard and straight and thick I thanked the Good Lord and was truly grateful for what He had provided for me.

And then he DID me! And HOW he did me! Jesus how could any woman resist a man whose tongue was working on her clit like this. I hadn’t felt a tongue on my clit since college. In just a couple of minutes I was getting very close to my orgasm.

Then he moved his tongue away from the head of my clit. You bastard! I thought as he teased the side of my clit. Don’t do this to me! Don’t tease me!

“Please! Please finish me off,” I begged him as his tongue strayed up and down the side of my trembling clit and I moved my ass to catch it. “Please!”

“When it’s time,” he said lifting his head up briefly from my pussy. “I want you horny!”

Horny? Shit I was as horny as a bitch could be. He just held me on that high plateau only moments from my orgasm but he didn’t finish me off. Then I started to beg like a thirty-five year-old woman should NEVER beg. I was begging like a teenager. The bastard owned me!

Finally he put his tongue on the sensitive head of my clit and moved it so fast I almost couldn’t stand it. My orgasm exploded in my whole pelvis and I grabbed his head with both hands and held his face in my beaver pumping my ass like a slut, fuckin him in the face.

As my pelvis relaxed, I lay there panting and sated. But he wasn’t finished with me. He moved up quickly between my legs with that big thing rock hard.

Then he slipped that cock into me so very gently and put my legs spread wide flat on the bed. Oh my God! His pubis was right on top of my clit and my clit was just recovering from what his tongue had done to her. Shit! He’s fuckin me so softly and rubbin my clit with his pubic bone. He’s gonna bring me off again!

I felt myself start to hump. I wanted to feel that bone pressing harder on my clit. My ass was no longer under my control. It belonged to him when he fucked me this way. I was fuckin for another orgasm right after he gave me the first one with his tongue. The bastard lifted up so I had to stretch up to reach him and he just teased me as I kept getting closer and closer to my orgasm.

Shit! Here I go again. The world seemed to disappear, as I was lost in pleasure. My whole pelvis erupted and I felt my vagina squeeze down on something thick and hard. Then I felt his hands under my thighs lifting me up as my orgasm continued and suddenly he was plunging his cock deep into me with my legs high in the air over his shoulders.

The bastard had kept me having my orgasm with my pussy squeezing his dick as he had his own pleasure, pumping his load into my helpless body. This is the way a woman needs it. Helpless ecstasy as a real man enjoys her body! I don’t think I’ve ever been fucked this way. I lay there helplessly panting for air.

Before I knew what I was saying I screamed, “That stupid bitch. How the hell did she let you get away?”

Phil started laughing.

Then he said, “Some women lay back and take it and others want to be in charge.”

“I’ll lay back and take it whenever you have the time and inclination to give it to me,” I said and I meant it.

I want this bastard I thought. I’m NOT gonna let him get away. After his divorce that talented tongue is gonna attract eager pussy like honey attracts flies and some of them are gonna be twenty-somethings with younger bodies than mine. What do I have to offer? I can suck cock like a pro and he’s gonna want that cock of his sucked.

I’m right! He’s already got his hand in my hair and I know what a hand on the back of my head means. I hate to say thank you to that bastard husband of mine but Don conditioned my tonsils for heavy use. Don just grabbed my head in both hands and fucked me in the mouth brutally. So now my tonsils can take a pounding and I never gag.

I just KNOW that this guy is gonna be gentle and loving − nothing at all like Don − but he’d still expect the knobby head of that big blue-veined monster to enjoy a soft pair of tonsils without the bitch coughing and gagging like a teenager. And I know I can swallow that wonderful thing like a woman should.

And I did. And he loved it!

It seemed like a lifetime since that damn doorbell rang this morning. I rolled over and went to sleep with the musky taste of a wonderful man in the back of my throat and the happiest pussy I’d had in years.

Directors’ Wives

Directors’ Wives


John Mason was twenty-seven when his father died fucking his young twenty year old secretary on a supposed business conference in Dundee, Scotland. In truth, the fifty- four year old was regularly fucking whenever he could. Since he owned fifty-five per cent of the company, he could afford to do what he liked. This time however, it cost him his life. John’s mother had died when he was young. John had worked in his father’s firm as an accountant. He had often approached his father about expansion of the firm but it always fell on deaf ears. Now he inherited his father’s shares, he would implement his plans for expansion.

The firm was based in Uxbridge. There were four directors. His father with the fifty five per cent and three others with a combined share of forty five per cent. They were, Bill Stanley, sixty, Bob Landon, fifty-nine and fifty-six year old Tom Prince. All were in for a shock at the next board meeting. Although these men were twice as old as John, all had married pretty young wives. They did not know it yet, but they would be instrumental in John’s plans for expansion.

Bill had married Penny. She was now thirty-two. She was five foot eight, slim and had magnificent breasts. She always wore tops that deliberately exposed her cleavage.

Bob Married Joann. She was twenty-eight. She was also five foot eight. She was athletic. She had firm medium breasts and long black hair.

Tom had married Clare. She was twenty-nine. She was five foot ten with a slim body and large breasts. Apart from being relatively young, all three women had dark pasts that would eventually come back to haunt them and trap them all in John Mason’s web of sexual slavery.

John had called the board meeting for the Monday after the funeral. There he would outline his expansion plans.

John deliberately kept the other three directors waiting. He walked in ten minutes late, much to Bill’s annoyance. He hated been kept waiting. John sat in the chair. Bill pointed out that the election to the chair had not taken place. John responded by reminding all of them that he had fifty five per cent of the shares and it was a foregone conclusion. John spoke in a very official tone.

“Now gentlemen let’s cut to the chase. I have to tell you all that you are all on protective notice.”

Bill interrupted him.

“You can’t do that. We have contracts.”

John cut him off.

“Read your contracts gentlemen. They are null and void upon the death of the majority shareholder, who, as you all know, was my late father.”

They all responded in anger.

“You won’t get away with this,” said Bob, angrily.

“We’ll sue.”

“There is nothing you can do. It is all perfectly legal.”

Tom spoke up.

“I demand we adjourn this meeting for a week until we have time to consult with our lawyers.”

“Ok. One week,” responded John. “It won’t make any difference. There will be changes. You can either accept them or leave. It’s up to you.”

The meeting adjourned.

Bill, Tom and Bob had their lawyers scrutinise their contracts, Sure enough, they were null and void. They would have to renegotiate.

Bill was in the worse position of all. His pension and retirement plans were in jeopardy. At his age he would never get another job. He would lose everything. Tom and Bob were little better. They all knew they had no choice, They would all have to renegotiate.

The following week, all three men were more subdued. Bill spoke up.

“We want to renegotiate our contracts.”

“So you’ve accepted the truth?” responded John, with some glee.”

“Look ,you young punk we want to renegotiate.” shouted Tom.

“Now that’s not very nice, Tom.”

“Just tell us what you want,” growled Bob.

“Like I said before. I’m planning to expand the business. This means getting contracts in the US, Germany and China. I intend to open offices in all three countries.”

“How does this affect us?” asked Tom.

“You’ll note I mentioned three countries. Each of you will be assigned a company in these countries to negotiate a partnership agreement with. Secure these contracts and your jobs and pensions are safe. I’ll discuss your individual assignments with you in the morning. You all leave this weekend.”

All three men were angry and shocked. They had never thought they would be treated like little boys in front of their teacher.

The following morning, Bill Stanley was sitting in John’s office. John strolled in.

“Good morning Bill. I have assigned you to the United States, Boston to be precise. The Eastern General Transport Company is based there. Your contact is Jack Randall. He’s the contracts director.”

“I could be away for weeks.”

“I expect the contract to be signed in four weeks. Don’t come back without it.”

“You little bastard,” retorted Bill.

“I’d be very careful what I say from now on Bill. I’m not a person to mess with.”

Bill got up and left, fuming, but he knew his hands were tied.

Tom was next. He was led in by John’s secretary when he pressed the buzzer.

“Good morning Tom. I have assigned you to China.”


“Yes. China. You’ll leave for Beijing on Friday. Your contact is Mr Wu. He is chief exec of the Wang Ho Transport Company. I expect everything to signed and sealed within four weeks.”

“You really think you’re something else, don’t you?” said Tom.

“Look Tom, all I want is that contract. I don’t care how you get it. Just make sure you do.”

Like Bill, Tom left in anger, knowing there was nothing he could do.

Bob entered half an hour later.

” Hallo Bob, have a seat. I’m assigning you to Germany. Your contact there is Otto Schmitt. He is the contracts manager of Schleswig Transport Company in Bremerhaven. You’ll leave on Friday. The deal should be sealed in four weeks.”

Bob left without a word but he was angry. On Friday all three men left on their assignments. John was now free to begin the next part of his plan.

Part 2

Nurse Penny

John had not been entirely honest with the other board members. The truth was the contracts had been signed earlier in the week. However, they had to be double signed only on the proviso that John would produce certain services for the negotiators and that was where the women came in. That Friday afternoon he phoned Penny Stanley, Bill’s wife and asked her to come to his office at ten on Monday. He emphasised to her how important it was and it was in Bill’s interest, as well as her own. Penny was puzzled but agreed.

That Monday, Penny arrived at John’s office at ten. She was uneasy. She could see the lust filled eyes of John surveying her body.

“What is so important that you need me here?” she asked him.

“It’s about the American contract. I need it to be signed to save the business.”

“But Bill is negotiating that in Boston.”

“Bill couldn’t negotiate his way out of a one way street.”

Penny was shocked at this.

“But he is in the United States now.”

“He’s been led on a merry chase. The real negotiations are taking place here and you’re going to seal the deal.”

“Me? How?”

“With your body. Fuck Jack Randall and we get the contract.”

“Go to hell.”, responded an angry Penny.

“Ok, vacate my house by the end of the week.”

“Your house?”

“Didn’t your precious Bill tell you? My company owns the mortgage on the house.” Penny tried to hide her shock.

“I can raise the money to pay you back.”

“I bet you could. You know Penny, I’m not asking you to do anything you haven’t done before.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“I mean were a good porn star in your day. What was the name of that film, ‘Lusty Teacher’, was it?”

Penny was stunned, but refused to yield . She had made that when training as a nurse in Scotland and was broke, needing the money to pay for rent and studies. It was as a nurse that she met, and fell in love with Bill and after a short romance they married. She decided to bluff.

“Bill already knows all this.”

“I bet he does. I bet that’s why he married you.”

“You bastard.”

“That’s what Bill said. You two have a lot in common.”

A seething Penny rose, yelled. “Fuck you” and turned towards the door.

“Before you go, I suggest you look at this,” as he opened a folder on his desk.

“What is it?” she asked.

He handed a large photograph of her kissing Doctor Habib.

She stood there stunned.

“Where did you get this,?” she stuttered.

“Good timing on my part and bad timing on yours. I just popped into the Imperial Hotel to relieve myself when lo and behold who do I see kissing. Luckily for me I was out photographing. What did you tell Bill? You were on the night shift? I bet he believed it too.”

Penny knew she was beaten. She only worked as an agency nurse now. She had made the mistake of falling for Doctor Habib’s charms as all the nurses did. She had regretted it deeply; she regretted even more now that this bastard had the evidence.

“Ok. What do you want?”

“That’s more like it. Be at this address at nine tomorrow night.” he instructed her as he handed her a piece of paper.

“Can I go now?”

“Not quite. Get naked.”


“Get your fucking clothes off. I want see you’re up to the job.”

Penny wanted to scream. But she knew he held all the aces. She eased her top over her head, revealing, what was a disappointment to John, a plain white bra. Slipping off her flat heels, she slid her black jeans down, revealing her matching plain knickers. She unsnapped her bra and her excellent breasts bounced forth, almost like a joyous escape. She slid her knickers down, revealing a neatly trimmed pussy. He surveyed his beautiful naked prey. Her long slender legs, slim waist and ample breasts conspired to make any man lust.

“Come here.” demanded John.

She did so. He bent forward from his chair and gently, but firmly drilled his tongue into her pussy. He licked the right, then the left and finally pierced the centre. Penny moaned deeply.

” Oooooh, Oooooh, Oh my God,” as she could feel juices starting to gather. Then he suddenly stopped and tongue crawled up her flat ,but firm stomach, reaching her magnificent breasts and teasingly licked in between them, then around them and finally converging upon her nipples. The sucking of her nipples increased the rate of Penny’s Moaning.

“Aaaaaargh” she screamed as he made his way to her neck and finally reaching her mouth kissed her and drove his tongue in.

“Mmmmmm” was all she could utter. John led her to the couch and laid her down. Then opening his pants, he extracted his hardened cock and drove it deep into her pussy. She was lost in the ecstasy of her situation. Her heavy breathing betrayed her excitement and joy. She felt his burning cum collide with her erupting juices and both yelled, “Aaaargh” together and for a few seconds they both lay breathless on the couch. John finally collected his thoughts, got up and pulled his pants up.

“You’ll do. Make sure you’re there at nine. Oh and wear some sexy underwear and your nurse’s uniform. Now get dressed and get out.”

Penny was both humiliated and devastated. She cried as she drove all the way home. As soon as Penny shut the door of the office, the door to the next office opened and the American, Jack Randall came in.

“Well Jack?”

“I’ll sign. She’s beautiful, and a nurse to boot. You pick them well.” and he double signed the contract.

Penny Stanley did not sleep well that night. The events of the previous day weighed heavily on her mind. It seemed like a dream. But she knew it wasn’t.

“That bastard Mason,” she thought. He had forced her to have sex with him, not just to save Bill’s job, but because of one stupid indiscretion with a charmer of a doctor and their stupid visit to the Imperial.

“Oh God, what have I done?” she asked herself.

She showered and drove to Danemouth, some twenty miles from Uxbridge, where she hoped no one would recognise her , and purchased the sexy underwear for tonight’s encounter. When she returned, she took her spare uniform out. This consisted of snow white button up jacket and matching pants.

“No one wears the dresses any more, thank God,'” she thought. But she dreaded tonight, and she had no idea what to expect. She also wondered if Mason would keep his word. Of course, with all these things going through her mind, she had no idea the contract was already signed.


Penny drove to the address given, which turned out to be a two storey house, just outside Uxbridge, surrounded by large walls and a gate. As she drove up the drive, she could hear the sound of party music and wondered just what she was getting herself into. She nervously rand the bell and a tall, slim man opened the door. He spoke in an American accent.

“Ah, the entertainment.”

Penny was shocked and initially felt like running but a hand pulled her forcefully inside.

“Our guest has arrived boys.”

Three other men, all tall and slim, laughed lustfully.

“Get your clothes off doll,” said the first man.

Penny hesitated.

“Now, now, what would you say to your patients? You haven’t anything I haven’t seen before?” They all laughed.

Penny’s eyes began to well up. Her hands were shaking as she began to unbutton her white jacket and dropped it to the floor, revealing her low cut white lace bra that complemented her wonderful, firm breasts. She put her hands to the sides of her pants and slowly lowered them down, revealing her white garter belt and matching white stockings: She deliberately had not worn knickers.

“Wow,” said one of the men. “I bet that’s not standard issue,” much to the amusement of the others. She unsnapped her bra, releasing her luscious breasts. Penny could see the lustful licking of their lips.

The first man forced her to her knees and all four gathered round like wolves moving in for the kill. All had extracted their hardened rods. The first forced his, into her mouth and she began to slowly suck. Two others seized her hands and placed their dicks into them and began to slowly rub with her hands. The fourth man eased her slightly up and he drove his rod into her arse. Gradually Penny developed a rhythm with her mouth and hands. Her hands pumped up and down in sync with her mouth as she sucked with increased speed.

“Mmmmmm,” was all Penny could utter in her sucking. Her arse too, was receiving a pounding.

“I must be quite a sight on my knees, with bare breasts, white garter belt and white stockings,'” she thought. Eventually, her “lovers” were beginning to cum. Cum exploded in her mouth and both her hands were overwhelmed by the cum flow. At the same time, cum exploded in her arse and all four men yelled ,”Aaaargh.” in unison.

Penny fell on her side, breathless and almost totally exhausted. One thing she was thankful for was that none had pussy fucked her. However, her relief was short lived. The door to the room opened and a tall, well built man in a silk robe entered.

“Hallo boys, having fun?” he said in an American accent.

Penny guessed this was Jack Randall.

“Oh yes boss, she’s good. She’s very good.” said the apparent leader of the four. Jack Randall took her by her hand and led her to a bedroom and beckoned her to lie on the king sized bed on her back. He removed his robe, revealing his naked bulk and lowered himself on to her beautifully slim body. He kissed her neck and her shoulders, making her shudder as the tingling sensations hit her. His mouth completely engulfed her nipple as he first licked, then sucked. He did the same with the other. These actions brought deep moaning from Penny. She felt his large, hardened cock enter her pussy. He rhythmically pounded her pussy. Like flints producing a spark, her orgasm flowed, making her moan, “Aaaargh,” as her juices burst forth. Jack Randall screamed also in delight as he came. Penny was now totally exhausted. Thankfully, so was her “lover”. He dozed off and Penny fell into a deep sleep.

Penny woke up with the sun’s heat hitting her face. Randall was apparently still asleep so she eased up and was about to get out of the bed when she heard him say.

“Where do you think you’re going? I haven’t had my morning fuck,” as he held his massive erect cock and grabbing her head, forced her to receive it into her mouth. Once again, she slowly began to suck, gradually building speed, systematically pumping in, out, in, out. Finally she felt he was cumming, when he suddenly withdrew his cock and pushed her onto her back. He then aimed his cock at her breasts and exploded his cum. As he came he rubbed the cum over her breasts, exciting Penny in the process.

He then spread her stocking encased legs and with expert rhythm he inserted his tongue into her neatly trimmed pussy and licked and sucked with venom. Penny’s moaning increased at every stroke until finally she screamed ,”Yessss,” as her enormous orgasm erupted, leaving her breathless and exhausted.

“The boys were right. You are good. We must do this again sometime.”

“Not if I can help it,” replied an angry Penny.

“Now, now, don’t take it like that. You did your husband a great favour.”

“You knew about my husband?”

“Of course I did. It’s part of my job to know everything about my business partners, even their wives.”

A humiliated Penny raised her hand to strike but he grabbed it and said angrily.

“Like I said. you’re a good fuck, but don’t push your luck. One wrong move and all contracts are off. Now get out.”

Penny got out of bed and dressed. She ran to her car and gripping the wheel she dipped her head and wept bitterly before finally driving home.

Part 3

Professor Joann

Joann Landon’s phone rang on Tuesday morning. When she picked it up, she heard the familiar voice of John Mason. Joann was unaware of what had occurred with Penny and so was puzzled as to why he requested her presence in his office at three. He would not tell her anything, except that it was important for both Bob and herself that she attend.

Joann arrived just before three dressed in her blue slacks and matching jacket with a white blouse. She was led into John’s office by his secretary, where he was sitting behind his desk looking at some papers.

“Ah Joann good to see you. Please sit down.”

“What’s so urgent you need me?” she asked, puzzled.

“It’s about the German contract Joann, I need it to be sealed.”

“But Bob…” she was cut short when John raised his hand.

“Bob’s having a free tour of Bremerhaven. The deal will be signed here only on one condition.”

“What condition is that? ” asked Joann nervously.

“That you fuck Otto Schmitt.”

Joann was stunned. She rose and angrily yelled

“Go to hell.” She turned and headed for the door.

“Just a moment Professor Dobbs.”

Joann froze, like a woman who been stunned and slowly turned around.

“What did you call me?”

“Professor Dobbs. Professor Alexandra Dobbs. It’s your real name isn’t it?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”” responded a disconcerted Joann.

“No? Allow me to refresh your memory. Alexandra Dobbs, professor of history in Normanton college. You were caught in bed with one of your students.”

Joann retorted in anger.

“He was twenty years old and he seduced me.”

“That’s not the way his mother saw it, and when you tried to get her into bed, her husband, a local councillor and member of the local education authority threatened to sue the college. You literally had to flee in the middle of the night. You came here and married Bob last year. I bet Bob doesn’t know any of this.”

Joann was fuming.

“What do you want Mason?”

“I told you. I want that contract and you’re going to get it.”

“By sleeping with this Schmitt guy?”

“I didn’t say anything about sleeping. I expect you to fuck him and get that contract. Failure to do so means the end of Bob’s job and your marriage. So what’s it to be?”

A dejected Joann nodded.

“Ok you win. But how do I …?”

Again she was cut short. John handed her a slip of paper.

“Be at this address at eight tomorrow night.”

Joann rose.

“Just a moment. I didn’t say we were finished. Get your clothes off.”

“What? ” Joann replied in shock.

“I said strip, and remember, you don’t have a choice.”

Joann knew the game was up. She stood up and started to unbutton her jacket. Suddenly she stopped.

“How do I know you won’t reveal all this anyway?”

“You don’t. In my view you simply have no choice.”

Joann knew he was right. She had no choice so she resumed undressing. Removing her blouse revealed her low cut black lace bra. It made John hard. Her luscious breasts were there for the picking. She slipped her shoes off and pushed her pants down revealing her black thong. She hesitated opening her bra, until John nodded as if answering a question silently. Unhooking the bra, she dropped it to the ground. She finally placed her hands to her sides and eased her thong down. John was amazed at her totally bare pussy as hestared at his latest victim and admired her luscious naked form. He led her by the hand to the couch and directed her to lie on her back. He undressed and with schoolboy excitement descended upon her. He moved his mouth to hers and locked them both with a deep passionate kiss. He kissed her neck, continuing with a rhythm down to her breasts and began to lick around her hardened nipples, making Joann moan uncontrollably .

“Oh God” several times.

She totally surrendered her body. Although she shouldn’t, be she was enjoying it. He drove his hardened cock into her pussy, which only increased her excitement. He pounded and pounded. All Joann could do was moan “Oh my God” several times. With each one uttered her voice increased with excitement and joy. The pressure and pleasure built for both of them and in the end neither cared who was forced to do what. They were caught in an epic sexual battle that neither wanted to end. Finally however, they both came. Joann screamed “Aaargh” as John’s hot cum and her own love juices collided causing an electric style reaction that produced for Joann a joyous satisfaction she had not had for a long time. Both “lovers” lay there breathless for several minutes. John got up.

“Alright get dressed. You’ll do.”

Joann was suddenly brought back to earth. She felt she had auditioned for a porn movie.

“Be at this address at seven, tomorrow night. You will be interviewed for a job at the house, so dress appropriately. Fuck Schmitt and get that contract. Now get out.”

In contrast to Penny, Joann did not cry. She was angry and certainly felt humiliated but knew she had no choice but to play along. Her past had come back to haunt her in ways she never imagined possible, and she was trapped by this little bastard as a result. When Joann left, Otto Schmitt entered through the door leading to the other office.

“Well Otto?”

“Magnificent” replied Otto in his German accent. ” She will be perfect for my sister and I.”

He signed the contract and left.


Joann dressed in a smart striped skirt business suit. She drove to the address given. w It was a country estate, with a long winding drive , about twenty miles North of her home. Eventually a huge mansion came into view. She walked up the steps and rang the bell. After a brief pause, the door opened and a tall, mature man with fair hair stood before her. He was clearly the butler.

“Ah, you are the young woman to be interviewed by Mistress Freda. This way please.” He spoke in a very cultured German accent. He led Joann down the hall and stopped at a large door.

“Wait here, please.”

He gently tapped at the door and entered, closing it behind him. After a moment the door opened again and he beckoned Joann to enter. She saw a man, presumably Otto Schmitt sitting at a desk and a slightly younger woman sitting beside him. Joann thought she was his wife. It was a surprise to her when he introduced this young woman as his sister. Otto Schmitt explained to Joann that she would be his sister’s maid. He pressed the buzzer at his desk. The butler entered.

“Fredrick, This is Madam’s new maid. Show her to her quarters and instruct her.”

“Very good sir.”

He bowed respectfully and beckoned to Joann to follow him. He led her up the spiral stairs to a room. When they entered the room, Joann could see a maid’s outfit laid out on the four poster bed. Fredrick turned to her.

“You will dress in this uniform. Your duty is to assist the mistress in dressing for the party and ahem, other duties.”

“What other duties?” she asked.

“That, you will learn later. When you are commanded by the mistress you will simply respond, ‘Yes Madam,’ and comply. Is that understood?”

“Yes.” responded Joann in a puzzled voice.

“Put the uniform on. The mistress will be up soon to change for the reception.”

Joann put the maid’s uniform on. It was an ordinary uniform, complete with hat, nothing kinky here.

The door of the room opened and Otto’s sister entered.

“I will change for dinner now.”

“Yes Madam.”

“I will wear the blue dress,” pointing to the dress hanging on the rack.

“Yes Madam.”

Joann retrieved the dress and placed it neatly on the chair.

“Undress me.”

“Yes Madam.” Joann responded in an uneasy tone.

She went behind her mistress and unzipped her green dress. Her mistress wriggled her arms allowing it to drop to the ground and stepped out of it.

Joann was amazed at the sexy underwear of blue lace, low cut bra and matching skimpy thong that covered nothing of her mistress’s arse cheeks. What happened next, Joann was totally unprepared for as her mistress suddenly swung round, took Joann’s head firmly with her hand and pushed her mouth towards her own and planted a deep passionate kiss, wrapping her tongue round Joann’s. The kiss lasted seemed to last forever. Joann thought she would suffocate until eventually she was released and felt like she came up for air.

Joann’s reprieve was short lived however as her mistress, placing her hands at Joann’s back, firmly gripped the back of her uniform and ripped the material, literally tearing the uniform from her body, exposing Joann’s own sexy black lace bra and matching knickers. Joann’s “assailant” pushed her onto the bed and like a crazed, sex starved woman, pounced on her prey.

Joann was shocked. Although she was no stranger to lesbianism, she was usually in control. Now the tables were turned. Her mistress continued to kiss her full lips. She worked down gently to her neck.

The front of Joann’s bra opened and she could feel an incredible sensation as tongue action around her bare nipples and her firm breasts began to excite her.

“Oooooh” Joann moaned deeply.

Her lover travelled down her now naked body to her pussy. Joann could feel a tongue gently massaging her pussy. It was so sensational for her. It had never like this with any of her lesbian lovers.

“Oh my God, oh my God,” Joann repeated breathlessly.

She thought she would climax there and then. In her ecstatic state she did not hear Otto come in . The tongue action suddenly stopped.

“Oh Otto. She’s wonderful. Thank you. You are a wonderful brother.”

“You’re welcome, Freda dear, and happy birthday.”

It was only then Joann realised that Otto was naked.

Freda moved further up and forced her shaven pussy to Joann’s mouth. Joann knew exactly what to do. She slowly began to lick to the right and then to the left, gradually developing a systematic rhythm. At the same time, Joann felt a hardened cock, presumably Otto’s, gently enter her own pussy. It too was a slow movement, gradually developing into a steady rhythm.

All three lovers began to moan deeply. Each moan from all three corresponded to their physical interaction with each other. “Oooooh” came from Otto and Freda and “Mmmm” came from Joann. Their physical exertions drove the heat up and they all began to perspire.

Joann’s juices began to flow and Otto’s cum exploded inside her. Joann was unable to scream as Freda’s pussy muffled her.

Freda finally climaxed and she screamed in sheer ecstatic delight.

“Oh how wonderful.”

Joann was breathless and exhausted. Freda got up and put a robe on.

“I shall leave you to your pleasure, Otto,” as she smiled and left the room.

Joann knew Otto had spent his load so she thought that there could not be more to come. This did not stop Otto Schmitt. He grabbed Joann and pressed her close to him and began passionately kissing her. He travelled down her neck, to her ample breasts and began to systematically lick and suck them gently. Each gentle stroke emitted a moan of satisfaction from Joann. His caresses between her breasts almost drove her wild.

“Oh my God, oh my God. More, please, more.”

Joann was lost in the throes of deep passion. She didn’t care that this man was not Bob. Bob was and never could be like this. She had had several lovers too. None of them was like this man.

“Ooooh,” was all she could say. This went on for what seemed like hours. Otto seemed to be quite recovered from his earlier eruption because Joann felt his hard cock enter her again with the same gentleness as before. Again he rhythmically drove in and out, much to Joann’s delight and pleasure. This time he withdrew, just as he was about to cum, much to her disappointment. He put his near exploding cock between her breasts. There was an eruption of hot cum onto and between her breasts. Both lovers screamed at once.

Joann licked her lover’s cum from her breasts with relish. Otto, at the same time, went to Joann’s pussy and began to gently lick and suck , with systematic strokes. His expert love making amazed Joann. His actions prolonged her pleasure to the maximum, until finally, her juices could not hold back and burst forth as if a dam had burst.

“Aaaargh,” she screamed in sheer ecstatic delight.

Joann was amazed at Otto’s stamina and sexual appetite. He resumed his kissing and sucking of her body. She felt her whole body strain under the pressure. She knew she couldn’t last much longer. Finally, Otto exhaled a long gasp of air. He looked at Joann with an approving smile, blinked his eyes and promptly fell asleep. Joann remained awake for just a short time. She thought of all that had occurred in the last few hours. These thoughts alone made her sleepy and eventually the exhaustion crept in. She also fell asleep.

The following morning, Joann woke to the sounds of moaning. When she collected her thoughts she remembered where she was. It was a shock to her when she turned and saw a naked Freda on top of her naked brother Otto and he was sucking her nipples.

“Oh Otto, it is wonderful, don’t stop.”

Neither of them was aware that Joann had awoken. Joann suddenly jerked and Freda looked down at her.

“Ah, our kitten has discovered our little secret, Otto. What should we do, my love?”

“What you want to do, Freda ,dear?” responded Otto.

“Of course, darling.” replied Freda, with a smile as she went for Joann’s legs and spread them. With gentle care and expert rhythm, Freda began to massage Joann’s pussy lips with her hand and then with equal care and gentleness her tongue pierced her. Simultaneously, Otto pushed his hard cock into her mouth.

Freda’s expert tongue action seemed to stimulate Joann’s own desires. When she bobbed her head in and out on Otto’s cock, it seemed to correspond with Freda’s rhythm . When Joann’s orgasm erupted all she could do was gargle as Otto’s cum flooded her mouth at the same time.

“We all need to clean up,” said Freda.

They led an almost stunned Joann to the shower. As the jets of steamy water hit Joann, she began to become more aware of her surroundings. She had not up to now appreciated what had gone on before, especially with this brother and sister. She had no more time to think as Freda began to lick Joann’s soap covered nipples. Joann responded by gently placing her hand to Freda’s head and leading her to her mouth and landing a deep, passionate kiss upon Freda’s luscious lips. Otto simply watched as an audience for a few brief moments, then left the shower. After several more moments kissing, Freda broke off.

“Come. It time for breakfast.”

They dressed and went down to the dining room. After the meal, Otto Schmitt spoke.

“Well my dear, you give a wonderful service. I know we can rely on your discretion. I am assured also of your future service.”

Joann looked at him in surprise.

“Oh no, Herr Schmitt. You don’t understand. I am simply doing a favour for a friend.”

Otto cut her off.

“Oh no Frau Landon, you don’t understand. The contract is only valid as long as you continue your services to me, my family and friends. That I have been assured by Herr Mason.”

Joann rose in anger.

“Damn you and damn Mason.”” she yelled.

” I suggest you leave now, Frau Landon. When you have calmed down you will realise you have no choice in the matter.”

Joann ran to her car. For the first time tears streamed down her face. She had been strong up to now. Now her perfect world had crashed.

“How could this happen?” she thought. A quiet life as a housewife in luxury had been turned upside down and all because of her own stupidity. Joann wept bitterly as she drove away.

Part 4


On Thursday morning, Clare Prince returned from her morning jog just as her phone rang. It was John Mason asking her to be in his office by two. He stressed it was very important and concerned Tom’s career. It puzzled her as to why she should be involved.

Clare arrived at the office just before two. John’s secretary buzzed at let him know she was here.

“Ok. Send her in.”

His secretary opened the door to John’s office and Clare entered. She was nervous. She was unaware of what had happened with Penny and Joann but she knew she didn’t like or trust him. She had noticed him often leering at her lustfully. She knew too that this couldn’t be good.

“Ah Clare, please, sit down.”

She did so nervously.

“I don’t understand, what is so important that you need me?”

“It’s the Chinese contract. I want it and you’re going to get it for me.”

“But Tom is dealing with that.”

John raised his hand.

“Tom is getting a free tour of China right now.”

“How do you expect me to get it? I’m no business woman.”

“I expect you to fuck Mr Wu for it.”

For a brief moment, Clare sat shocked and then rose in rage.

“You’re out of your fucking mind.”

“Sit down.”

Something in John Mason’s voice frightened Clare. She sat down nervously. She tried to be strong and asked.

“What is this all about?”

“Gordon Benfield.”

Clare tried to bluff.

“Gordon Benfield? Who’s he?”

“Don’t insult my intelligence. You killed him nine years ago.”

The memories came back for Clare. Yes, she killed him. She was Angela Wilson then. She was a twenty year old accounting apprentice in an accounting firm of which Benfield was the chief partner. The fact that he was married didn’t stop him from being lecherous. He made advances to her and when she refused he tried to rape her. She fought him and he hit his head on a desk. Police and the court accepted her plea but her life was ruined. There had also been embezzlement in the firm she was sure it was Benfield but she was framed for. So she left, changed her name and married Tom. Now it had all surfaced again.

“Alright, Mason What do you want?”

“Be at this address at eight, tomorrow night. Fuck Mr Wu and get that contract.”

He handed her the slip of paper.

Clare rose to her feet and headed for the door.

“We’re not finished yet.”

Clare turned to face him and was about to speak.

John interrupted her.

“Get naked.”

“You’ve got to be joking.”

“You’ll soon learn I don’t joke. This is purely business. I want to fuck you and check to see you’re up to the job.”

“You perverted bastard.”

“Now you listen to me, and listen to me good. All I have to do is release the information I have. It’ll certainly mean the end of your marriage and I think we can safely say the end of your cosy life. It’s up to you.”

Clare thought about it. ‘Mason is right. I’m comfortable now. I don’t want to run again.’

“Alright. I’ll do it.”

She stood up and removed her red jacket and placed it over the chair. She nervously unbuttoned her white blouse, pulled it from her skirt. For a second she paused, hoping in vain for some sort of reprieve. She resumed when none came and placed it over the chair. At the sight of her low cut black lace bra straining with her imprisoned globes, John Mason was already hard. Clare unzipped her short black skirt. As it dropped to the floor, she stepped out of it and slipped off her shoes as well. John was amazed at the skimpy black thong.

“I bet Tom loves that.”

Clare blushed.

“Keep going.”

She unsnapped her bra and her breasts bounced forth. Her nipples hardened immediately when in contact with the air. Placing her hands on her hips, she eased her thong down and allowed it to fall to the ground, exposing her clean shaven pussy.

John turned in his swivel chair.

“Now come here and suck me.”

A humiliated and defeated Clare knelt before him and unzipped his pants and extracted his huge, hardened rod. She placed it in her mouth began to suck. John took her head and pushed it in and out, gradually building a rhythm.

“Mmmm,” Clare mumbled as she continued bobbing in and out.

Just she thought he was going to cum, John pulled out and breathlessly said,

“Not yet,” and pushed Clare onto the couch.

He undressed, giving himself time to subside. He mounted Clare and inserted his cock into her bare pussy and began to push in and out. The rhythm was slow at first. It gradually developed into a pleasing rhythm that was both pleasing and enjoyable for Clare. She became so absorbed in her sexual pleasure she screamed.

“Come on you bastard. Keep going. Keep going.”

John’s own sexual pleasure drove him on. He could feel his cum starting to flow. It exploded inside Clare, whose own orgasm also erupted, creating a volcanic stream of sexual pleasure for both. One thing they did have in common was screaming.

“Aaaargh,” together as they came, leaving them both breathless.

After recovering their composure, John and Clare dressed.

“Make sure you’re at that address tomorrow night and do what you have do to get that contract.”

Clare left, angry and humiliated, but she knew there was nothing she could do but obey.

“Damn, damn, damn,” she repeated to herself, sitting behind the wheel of her car as tears began to appear in her eyes. She drove away fearing what was to come.

Just after Clare left, the door leading to the next office opened and a short Asian man entered.

“Well, Mr Wu?”

“A magnificent specimen. A wonderful addition to my little harem.”

“Now Mr. Wu, we agreed. She is only available for tomorrow night and to you and your friends on agreed nights.”

Mr. Wu tapped John’s shoulder.

“Just joking, my boy.”

He signed the contract and left.


The following night, Clare drove to the address John had given. It was just half an hour by car. The large house was enclosed by a high wall. The gate opened automatically as Clare’s car approached. She was clearly expected. Although it was dark, she could see the oriental style ornaments in the garden. The door was opened and a small Chinese woman in her twenties and in oriental dress greeted Clare in clear English with a Chinese accent.

“You are very welcome to ‘Chao Wu’s house of women’.”

“‘House of women’?” thought Clare. Later, she realised that the only male she saw was Mr. Wu.

The Chinese woman led Clare upstairs to a bedroom. There were three other women in the bedroom. It was like a royal bedroom, with a four poster bed and these woman appeared to be servants. They were silent and seemed to be waiting for something.

Another door opened and a small Chinese man entered. The Chinese women knelt in adoration. He clapped his hand and they rose. He gave orders to them in Chinese. They turned to Clare and began to undress her. She thought of struggling but remembered what Mason had said about doing everything she was told. The four women surrounded her as they undressed her. Her blue business suit and matching pants, blouse, low cut black lace bra and matching knickers were swiftly removed. For a moment at least, with these women surrounding her, Clare felt safe. But Mr. Wu clapped his hands again and the women stood aside, revealing Clare’s nakedness. He stared at her lush body and Clare tried to cover her breasts and trimmed pussy but, Mr. Wu gave orders in Chinese and the women filed out.

He walked towards Clare and reaching her, gently, but firmly, put her hands to her sides. He walked around her and seemed to be surveying every inch, every contour of her beautiful body. Clare was on display and she felt humiliated.

“You are a very beautiful woman.”

He beckoned her to the bed without another word and she lay down on it. There was no mistaking what he wanted. He had been wearing a red silk dressing down with a large yellow dragon on the back and front. When he discarded it, he was naked.

Clare was amazed at the size of his hardened cock. It was huge and seemed out of proportion to his small frame. He mounted Clare and began to kiss with enormous passion. She didn’t want to, but she responded just as eagerly. The mere physical contact of his smooth skin made Clare’s nipples react in an excited way.

Mr. Wu kissed her neck, her shoulders and finally halted at her magnificent breasts. For a moment he paused, as if in sheer admiration at her enormous assets. He resumed his kissing, sucked gently on her right nipple, then left, systematically switching between the too. It brought deep moaning from Clare.

“Uuuugh” was all she could manage.

He went between her breasts and licked and kissed, travelling down her bare, slim body. Clare did not care now. She was lost in her own fantasy. A fantasy of a lover seducing her and ravaging her body.

“Oh my God, oh my God.”

This, she repeated, many times.

Clare became ecstatic with joy as her “lover” gently pierced her trimmed pussy and gently licked left, then right in a loving, tender way.

Mr Wu was careful not to make Clare climax until he was ready. He eased his swollen cock gently into her pussy and with expert rhythm, began to push in and out. The increasing pace excited both of them. They were now both lost in this world of mutual lust. They both began to moan and scream. Each moan and scream grow louder with each corresponding movement. The friction caused the heat of their bodies to increase and this led to them both to perspire heavily.

Clare’s juices began to flow wildly and Mr Wu began to cum. The collision of his hot cum and Clare’s juices made them both scream.

“Aaaargh,” they exclaimed together. They were both breathless and just sheer, mutual exhaustion, made them sleep.

Next morning, Clare was woken by a sensational feeling in her pussy. She looked down and saw a young Chinese woman in her early twenties, gently caressing it.

“Ooooh.” moaned Clare.

The sensation stopped with the sound of clapping hands and a firm order barked in Chinese by Mr. Wu. The young woman bowed respectfully and left.

He took Clare by the arm and had her kneel before him . His huge, hardened cock was directly in front of her face. There was no mistaking what he wanted.

Clare took this huge piece of manhood and slowly began to suck. She began to bob in and out, all the time noticing Mr. Wu’s increasing pleasure with each stroke.

“Mmmmm,” she muttered as her rhythm increased. She could feel the first few drops of cum. Finally an explosion of cum in her mouth overflowed on to her face and down her chin. Mr. Wu screamed in joy. Breathlessly, he spoke to Clare.

“You have done well. I believe your services will be further required by my company.”

“Oh no, Mr. Wu. I did this just to save my husband’s job. It fulfils his contract.”

“I’m afraid you misunderstand, young lady. The contract is only valid as long as you service my needs. Mr. Mason assures me of this.”

“The bastard never said anything to me?”

“Nonetheless. It is true. Now please get dressed and leave. I have a very busy schedule this morning.”

Clare was in shock as she walked to her car. As she sat behind the wheel she tried to comprehend what had gone on. She pinched herself. Maybe it was just a nightmare. No, it was real alright. She had been trapped by her past. John Mason had her in a prison of sexual servitude and there was nothing she could do. Her eyes began to well up as she drove home, angry and dejected.

Handi-Horny, for Sacralagenee

Handi-Horny, for Sacralagenee

Matt is finally in high school, and excels in academics despite his confinement to a wheel-chair. He suffered from a rare illness when he was younger which left his legs useless. His body above his legs worked fine, including his recently awakened groin which his mother discovered from cleaning his underwear recently. She also discovered some girly-mags under his bed without a clue to their means of getting there.

His mom was really great; cool to talk to and very helpful to all of Matt’s special needs. On his 18th birthday, his mom decided it was high time for her son to experience the ultimate in human sensuality…sex. She wasn’t sure if she should ask her neighbor’s daughter, Matt’s age, or look up an escort from the yellow pages. Either way, she was determined that her son should grow up with normal experiences for a guy his age. Sexual discovery and contact was one of them, and so he sure as hell was gonna lose his at the same age she lost hers.

The yellow pages were so damned confusing. She left messages here and there, but no one returned her call. They probably thought it was a joke, or else didn’t know what to think about a mother ordering a date for her son. While moving through the pages of the phone directory, young, beautiful Emily knocked on the screen door, dressed in a little beige mini skirt, and tight, light-blue belly shirt, showing off her girlish curves. Damn, she would be perfect for her son. She had already seen the way Matt’s eyes scan Emily’s body. “Is Matt here?”, asked Emily. Mom shook her head, but motioned for Emily to enter. “What is it you needed my help with?”, asked Emily, full of good intentions. Mom asked her to sit down at the table and offered a drink. The conversation lasted about a half hour as Matt’s mom convinced Emily to not only come over and watch a movie with her son, but to sleep over! As it turned out, Emily’s parents were going away this coming weekend and so she agreed to come over for the duration.

Mom found out from her talk that Emily had a crush on Matt, even though the other girls chastised her for it, because he is handicapped. The deal now brokered, Matt’s mom promised to pay for anything they wanted this weekend and escorted Emily to the door. After saying goodbye, Emily walked back next-door, her young, curvy ass swinging side-to-side in her tight mini skirt. Mom got really excited for her son and remembered that she had to leave to pick him up at his physical therapy session.

Friday came and Matt was dropped off from school with a big smile on his face. It seems that Emily, from next door, had invited herself over to watch movies with him. Also, because her parents were gone, she wondered if she could sleep over so that she wouldn’t be alone. Matt’s mom of course accepted the idea with about as much excitement as her son. Until then, Mom had to shuffle Matt off to his therapy session and return in time to greet Emily.

A half hour later, Emily showed up at the door, an overnight bag slung over one shoulder and a big pillow under her arm. On top, she was wearing a pink, cropped-top fuzzy sweater which revealed her stomach and belly button. On bottom, she wore the same tight, white mini-skirt which she had on the day of their conversation. What a sight, this young, beautiful girl. Mom felt happy with her choice for her son. Hopefully, Emily was not a prude and would put out for him. A little booze in her drink should ensure that Matt gets some action tonight.

Mom led Emily to Matt’s custom-made room on the ground-level, for ease of getting around. His room was huge. It had a sleeping area with bunk beds, a giant bathroom, and a whole living room area complete with high-tech home-movie system, surround speakers and cushy couch in front of a huge TV. A fridge buzzed in one corner of the room, a fish tank in another. Emily was impressed. She put down her bag near the bathroom and threw her pillow on the top bunk, where she figured she would sleep tonight. She was kinda sweaty from the heat of the day and asked to take a shower in Matt’s shower. Mom got her a towel and asked her to feel free and use the shower and that she was going to go out and pick him and a couple movies up and then come back.

Emily was as excited about this evening as much as Matt’s mom and even Matt. She had always had a crush on him, since she became his neighbor a few years ago when her parents moved here. She knew he liked her, too; those wandering eyes were too often caught taking in her endowed chest, and shapely hips. She was determined to show him a good time tonight, since she already had his mom’s good graces.

Instead of showering right away, Emily decided to time it with Matt’s arrival. She figured him walking in on her in his shower would be a nice start to the evening. A half-hour later, she heard Matt’s mom’s car pull into the driveway. She quickly pulled off her top, undid her bra and miniskirt and left her articles of clothing in the middle of Matt’s room. She walked into the bathroom, leaving the door wide open, and started the shower. The shower was surrounded by clear, glass panels and a clear glass door. Perfect. She threw the towel across the bathroom, onto the floor, and stepped into the warm spray of water.

Matt rolled himself into the kitchen, from the ramp outside, and looked around, very quickly. He hunted for his date as he wheeled around his house, hoping he would find her; after all, his mom did say she had come over, already. The sound of a shower running piqued his attention, and he roved over to the source; in his bedroom.

His mom shouted goodbye, that she had to do some grocery shopping before dinner, and shut the door again. Matt’s excitement level peaked at the prospect of being alone in his house, with the most sexy girl in school, showering in his bathroom. His dick sprung to attention in his modified trousers as he wheeled toward the open, bathroom door.

His jaw dropped as he witnessed the young female, Emily, washing herself in his shower. The scene was barely masked by the faintest trace of steam on the glass door and wall panels of the shower stall. He could still make out her large breasts, and beautiful pink nipples as she washed them with both hands, drawing her thumb and forefinger to her nipples in slow, long strokes. His eyes rolled back into his head as the blood rushed to fill his now fully-erect cock. He sat silently, as his first glimpse of a naked woman, live, showered before him, in full view. Emily, then bent over, washing her beautiful ass and also between her legs, seemingly oblivious to Matt’s audience. Her hands slowly pushed the suds across the crack of her ass and her trimmed mound. Matt’s mouth went dry from hanging so long as Emily cleaned herself, most diligently in all her most private places. She put her leg up on the low shelf in the shower, and slowly cleaned her long, slender legs, one a! t a time, to Matt’s mounting excitement.

He couldn’t help himself, and started to jerk his cock. This was just too good to be true, thought Matt, as he pulled on his especially large member, for a handicapped guy. He came with ease as Emily was bent over, washing her feet, baring her ass and pussy mound for his private viewing.

He rolled away, as quietly as possible, to his bedside table and grabbed some Kleenex to clean up. No sooner had he cleaned up than the shower stopped.

Emily finished rinsing and turned off the shower. She knew Matt had watched her, and also caught a glimpse of him playing with himself. She felt a girlish joy that she could turn him on with her young, naked body. The shower wasn’t enough, though. She would create a carnal desire in him to match her own before the night was through.

Emily called out from the shower, “Matt, is that you?”. Matt cleared his throat and replied that it was so. “Could you hand me my towel? It fell to the floor and I can’t reach it.”, Emily said.

Matt’s hands began to tremble at the prospect of getting that close to this unbelievably attractive girl. Nonetheless, he wheeled himself into the bathroom, half averting his eyes from the glorious sight of this naked female. She had the shower door wide open and was holding her boobs with one arm, and crossed her legs tightly so he could not see her girl parts.

“It’s right over there,” Emily said as she pointed to the little white towel on the floor. Matt picked it up and rolled to the shower where she was. His dick was hard, again, as he handed the towel to her. He soaking wet blonde hair stuck to her delicate shoulders. Her body shivered slightly and he could see goose bumps all over her lightly tanned skin. She released her boobs, flashing him, as she grabbed the towel and shut the shower door again to dry herself. He couldn’t move. He was awestruck as she dried her naked, wet body in front of him.

“Oh, and could you see if my clothes are somewhere in your room, I wouldn’t want to lose them.”, Emily asked.

Matt’s eyes rolled back in his head again as his heart skipped beats at his great luck today. She actually left her clothes somewhere in his room, she had said. Sure enough, a tiny white mini-skirt, little furry pink top and lacy white bra were laying, carelessly, right in front of the television. He started to pull on his dick again at the sight of her clothes until he heard soft footsteps from behind.

Emily was wrapped, tightly, in the little white towel as she walked toward the living room area. “Could you shut the shades, so no one sees me change?”, Emily asked.

Matt almost blew his load right there, but controlled himself as he rolled over to the tall, double window and drew the shades so that the room was darkened.

“Is there a light in here?”, Emily called out.

Matt wheeled to the lamp next to the couch and flicked the switch. Damn she was beautiful. Better than any porno chick in any of his magazines.

“Would you mind turning around while I put my clothes back on?”, she said with a big, warm smile.

Matt turned his wheelchair around, facing the television, catching a great reflected image of Emily on its screen. Her towel dropped, revealing her incredibly developed bosom, and quarter-sized dark-pink nipples. Her muff was light brown, and shaven into a thin stripe. She pulled on her skirt, no underwear, and then put her bra, and then top over herself and allowed him to turn back around.

Emily could see the huge lump in Matt’s pants and couldn’t imagine how big it must be. Her eyes left his lap to meet his eyes for the first time since their meeting in the hallway at lunch.

“My, you look really good, Matt.”, Emily stated. “You’re a real hunk.”, she added.

“Uh…th…thank you, Emily.”, Matt replied, nervously. “Would you like to watch some TV, or something?”, he quested.

Emily agreed and sat down on the soft couch, specially designed with a piece cut out so that Matt could move his wheelchair into it in order to sit next to someone. He dropped his arm rests so that his chair did not obstruct him should Emily decide to move closer, or something.

Emily decided to curl up on the couch and rest her head in Matt’s lap while they watched some MTV. Her hair was sweetly scented, as only a gorgeous girls’ could be, and her head was warm, yet light-weight on his leg as she lay down. He could see right down her sweater-top from his position, and again viewed her huge, bra-covered breasts. The lump in his pants stirred.

“My, what is that?”, Emily asked, fakingly. “I think you’re so hot, Matt.”, she added. “Would you like to kiss me?”, she queried.

Matt dropped his jaw, again, but quickly puckered up so as not to miss out on this amazing opportunity. Emily lifted her head from his lap, brushing her nose against his hard-on before lifting her face to his, and kissed him on the lips. Her lush, warm red lips were the sweetest of sensations and her eyelashes fluttered against his. She also moved one of her petite hands to his lap, and gently grasped the ever-growing lump in his pants. He moaned, but kept on kissing her, now allowing her tongue to enter his mouth as she started to tongue-kiss him for the first time in his life.

Emily’s fingers rubbed the lump in his special-fitting pants until it seemed it would burst through the denim material. “Would you like me to touch it…inside your pants?”, Emily asked.

Matt simply nodded his head. She undid his button and fly and had her hand around his shaft in seconds. Her cool, delicate hand felt good against the heat of his pulsing penis. She gently stroked up and down his meaty pole making it bigger and bigger.

“Can I put it in my mouth?”, asked Emily, coyly.

Matt rolled his eyes toward the back of his head, and didn’t even respond which gave Emily all the permission she needed to open her mouth and accept his shaft into her head. Her mouth opened wide; her tongue was the first thing to touch him as it swathed his head all over. Then her lips closed on the rim of his head and she slid her mouth to the base of his cock, taking every inch inside her warm orifice. Matt could not believe his luck.

Emily felt his huge head inside her mouth and was still able to suck it all the way into her throat without gagging. She knew he was enjoying this and it was all a matter of time before he would shoot his seed into her. Her head bobbed up and down in his lap; Matt held tightly to his wheels so that he wouldn’t accidentally roll anywhere during his first blow job. He really enjoyed the sight of his sexy neighbor giving him head, dressed in a furry pink sweater-top and tight white mini-skirt. Her blond hair was held back by one of her hands, the other one was gripping his balls, helping to keep his cock straight as her petite, but capable mouth sucked on his knob.

He felt like he was about to explode and so released his hands from his wheels and grabbed Emily’s head with both hands. His grip was strong as he forced his dick deep into Emily’s sucking mouth and throat. His head grew even bigger as the first shot of creamy cum spurt onto Emily’s tongue. His subsequent sprays shot straight to the back of her throat and she kept her mouth’s grip tight on his dick as she swallowed each blast from his cock. Once Matt finished, she gently cleaned the full length of his dick with her tongue, drinking down the last of his seed.

“That was great!”, Matt exclaimed, somewhat out of breath.

“I’m not through, yet.”, Emily replied. “Don’t you want to put your dick in my other hole, too?”, she teased.

“Uh, I don’t know if I can.”, Matt said, seeing his penis shrinking back down.

“How bout if I do a little strip show, just for you. Would that get you back in the mood?”, Emily queried.

Again, Matt’s eyes rolled backwards; his cock also stirred.

Emily got off the couch and stood in front of him. Her blonde hair fell beautifully onto her shoulders. Her pink top showed off her belly button, and her cleavage; a very enticing sight. Her mini-skirt hid nothing of her curves; it was evident that she had no panties.

“Ok, I’m ready. Which shall I take off first?”, Emily asked him, feigning innocence.

Matt swallowed hard, as his best porno-mag story was about to be usurped by this real-life experience.

“Your skirt.”, Matt stated, very excited.

He held his breath as he watched Emily grab the bottom of her skirt and tug on it until it began inching down off of her hips. He couldn’t wait to finally get a good look at her girl area. He’d seen her in a bikini before, but now he wanted to see it all. Her skirt finally released from her curvy hips and slid down past her knees and dropped to the floor. She stepped out of the skirt and as she did so, exposed her labia to his all-to-watching eyes. Now Emily was standing, bottom-half naked, looking back at Matt with a smile on her face. She could see that he was enjoying every minute.

Intent on not wasting too much time, since his mom was due back from shopping soon, she proceeded to pull her furry pink top off of her head showing a lacy, white bra underneath.

“I need help with my bra. Can you unlatch it?”, Emily asked, wanting him to gain some experience for the next time they may be together.

Matt nodded. His cock was fully erect again as Emily stepped directly in front of him, turned around and squatted so that he could reach her straps. He fumbled with the bra but managed to undo the latches. Her bra was now open, inviting him to push the straps off her shoulders and reach around and pull the cups from her breasts.

She bid him to do it while she lifted her arms a bit so he could reach his hands, under them, and pull the cups from her ample bosom. His fingers felt around her slender body and came right into contact with her boobs. He felt her hard nipples with the pads of his fingers and then instinctively squeezed them a bit with his thumb and forefinger.

Emily made cute noises as he did this and turned around again to face him. Her large breasts were like rockets; he nipples were puffy looking with hard, half-inch pink knobbies poking straight out at him like antennae. Matt took a deep breath and pulled her body to him, taking one of her tits into his mouth and sucked it, hard. Then he moved to her other tit and did the same, this time chewing a bit on her nipple until she winced with pain. She liked his sucking and asked him to squeeze them with his hands while she played with his cock again.

His cock was fully erect again as she pulled on it with both hands.

“Now Matt, you are going to lose your virginity to me.”, Emily stated, matter-of-factly.

He reached for his wheels again. He didn’t want anything to screw this up. He hoped to God that his mom didn’t return home too soon.

Emily mounted his lap, her knees resting inside each of his arm rests, straddling his mid-section. Her tits were rubbing into his face; he licked them like they were candy. She lifted her ass up a bit, and steadied his cock with one hand so it was aimed at her precious girl-hole.

Matt, blind by her enormous tits in his face, felt the warm wetness of her furry slit as his head bore into her folds. Next he felt the rim of his cock pass into her tight hole for the first time, almost making him come right then and there. She felt it and stopped for moment to allow him to gain control. Then she slowly lowered herself onto his tall shaft. Each inch of his cock was slowly and surely taken into her young, tight pussy hole. She lifted and lowered her ass in succession until a most pleasurable rhythm was attained. She grabbed his shoulders, he continued to hold his wheels as her pussy pounded down onto his cock. She impaled herself onto his thick, veiny shaft and purple head over and over again until he could hold out no longer.

He bit her nearest nipple hard as his cock exploded inside her warm passage. She slammed her ass down onto him, taking his phallus deep inside her tight opening as she came as well. Their juices mixed; his shot in large bursts, coating her insides; hers flowed out of her slippery slit and drooled all over his cock and ball sack. She gripped his cock tightly with her pussy and continued to ride him until every spurt was done. Then she let him stay inside her while she tongue-kissed him, deeply, letting him also fondle her breasts at the same time.

This was the first of many such episodes between Matt and Emily as they proceeded through high school and through college, finally graduating as a married couple with a very happy and healthy life together.

Crazy Insane Glory Hole Surprise

Crazy Insane Glory Hole Surprise

Chapter 1

Adam picked up the paper from his printer and grabbed his car keys. He passed by his sister, Sabrina, who was reading a magazine in the living room.

“Where are you off to?” she asked. She noticed the paper in his hand and recognized it as a Craigslist ad. “What’s that?”

“Huh? Oh. It’s just uh…” he said, trying to think of a convincing lie. “Someone’s giving away a free life-size cardboard cutout of Harrison Ford.”

His sister looked up at him with an arched eyebrow. “Oh.”

“Bye!” he said as he ran out the door.

Sabrina went back to reading her magazine, but was interrupted less than a minute later when the phone started ringing.

“Hello?” she said.

“Sabrina! It’s Tracy.” Tracy was Sabrina’s best friend. “The girls and I are going to a blowjob training class. Wanna come?”

Sabrina arched her eyebrow for the second time that night. “What?”

“It’s a class where they teach you to give blowjobs! It’s Sandy’s birthday tomorrow and we figured this would be a great early birthday present. It’ll just be you, me, Sandy, and my sister Suzy.”

“I don’t know, Tracy,” Sabrina said.

“I promise it’ll be really fun!” Tracy said convincingly. “The place is really professional and you don’t even have to meet the guy you’re blowing. He just sticks his dick through a hole in the wall like a glory hole.”

“Wait. We actually have to blow someone? I thought we’d just be deepthroating cucumbers like that scene in Old School.”

“Nope. There’s an instructor and everything. My boss told me about it. So what do you think?”

“I don’t know…”

“We’ll pick you up in five minutes! Bye!” Tracy said, then hung up the phone.

Sabrina shrugged, then went into her room to change, wondering what clothes she should wear to a blowjob party.

Adam parked his car and looked at the building in front of him to check if it was the same address as the one on the Craigslist ad. He stepped out of his car and walked through the doors. The inside of the building looked similar to a dentist office waiting room.

“Hello!” the cheery receptionist greeted him. “Do you have an appointment?”

“Uh no. I’m not even sure if I’m in the right building. I’m here about a Craigslist ad. I called earlier,” Adam explained.

“Oh, you must be Adam. Walk down this hall,” she said as she pointed down the hall, “and go through the door at the end.”

“Alright, thanks,” he said as he walked down the hall.

Sabrina opened the door.

“You look great!” Tracy said, giving Sabrina a hug.

“Thanks Trace. You too,” Sabrina said, returning the compliment. “Where are the other girls?”

“They’re in the car,” Tracy answered. “Let’s go.” As they were walking through the yard, Sabrina pondered about this class they were going to. She had a lot of experience giving blowjobs. Not that she was a slut or anything, but her ex-boyfriend loved blowjobs and she gave him several a day. She quickly learned to give great blowjobs and enjoyed giving them almost as much as her ex enjoyed receiving them.

Adam walked down the hall past doors labeled “Cunnilingus Class,” “Kissing Class,” “69ing Class,” and various others, until he reached a door labeled “Blowjob Class.” He walked inside and was greeted by a woman in a blue blouse and skirt.

“Hello,” the woman said in an English accent, “My name is Sonya. I’m the class instructor.”

“I’m Adam,” he said, shaking her hand.

“So here’s how this works; I’ll be on the other side of this wall with the class. I’ll tell you when we’re ready, then you stick your dick through that hole,” she said while pointing to a hole in the wall. “I’ll demonstrate the basics to them and then the first volunteer will go. When you’re about to cum, knock on the wall three times. Once you feel like you’re finished, you can go pick up your check at the front desk.”


“The class should be arriving shortly.”

“OK, cool,” Adam said as Sonya left the room. He was looking forward to this. He had only been slightly sexual once, with his ex-girlfriend Martha, and that turned out to be one of the worst experiences of his life. She was a cute girl, but not very smart. One night she decided to give him a handjob. Unfortunately, it had been right after she had handled a bunch of diced chili peppers and she hadn’t thought to wash her hands. Adam was enjoying it at first, but that enjoyment quickly turned to agony as he felt like his dick was on fire. He tried to run to the bathroom to douse it in water, but unfortunately, the bathroom was on the other side of the house, so he had to run through the living room with his pants around his ankles. He ended up tripping and hit his dick on the corner of a coffee table in front of his family. Adam cringed just thinking about it. Anyway, he had to get stitches, and then he found out a week later that Martha was cheating on him. Needless to say, he decided to take a break from dating for a while.

Chapter 2

Sabrina followed Tracy and the other girls into the building. Tracy told the receptionist her name and they all sat down to wait. A few minutes later, a woman in a blue blouse and skirt walked in the room.

“If you ladies will follow me, we can start the class,” she said, leading them down the hall next to the one she just came from. Sonya introduced herself as they walked and the other girls introduced themselves as well.

“Excuse me, ma’am,” Sabrina said, “What exactly is this place?”

“This facility was formed by the I.F.S. Corporation and is for teaching people various ways of pleasuring their partners. As you can see by the names on these doors we’re passing, we have a number of different classes to suit each individual’s sexual needs,” Sonya explained. “Ah, here we are.”

Sonya opened the last door for them as they walked inside and sat down in the chairs.

Sonya knocked on the wall with the hole in it. “Alright, we’re ready,” she said. Adam took off his pants and positioned his dick and testicles through the hole. Sabrina knew that they were going to use real penises, but was still slightly surprised when she saw the one hanging from the hole. Even though it was flaccid, she could tell that it was bigger than her ex’s.

“Alright, ladies, I will first demonstrate the proper technique and then you girls can take turns,” Sonya said, getting down on her knees. She grabbed the flaccid dick with her right hand as the women watched intently. “Now, first you want to get the penis erect. You can do this several ways, but what I’ve found works best is running your tongue along every inch of the shaft, paying special attention to the head.” She started licking the underside of Adam’s penis and then moved her tongue around the rest of the shaft. Adam could feel his penis expanding. Sonya then ran her tongue in circles around the head of his penis, making him fully erect. “Now as you can all see, he is quite hard,” Sonya said, running her hand along his shaft.

“That’s bigger than my ex’s,” Sandy said.

Adam almost thought he recognized that voice, but he couldn’t quite place it.

“It’s bigger than your father’s too,” Tracy said jokingly.

Adam definitely recognized that voice and realized that it was his sister’s friends Tracy and Sandy. ‘What are they doing here?’ he thought.

“To give an actual blowjob, all you have to do is take the penis in your mouth and suck on it while moving your head back and forth along the shaft,” Sonya explained. “You can also fondle the balls with your hand or jack him off while you’re blowing him.”

Sabrina stared at the large, erect cock sticking out of the wall. She imagined what it would be like to suck it, but she didn’t want to actually do it in front of four other people. Sonya put her mouth around the cock and started sucking while playing with Adam’s balls. Sabrina was starting to feel aroused. She looked away and tried to think about something to take her mind off the act going on in front of her. She wondered what Adam was doing right now, but then shifted her thoughts because she felt wrong thinking about her brother at a time like this. Her eyes lingered back on the cock going in and out of Sonya’s mouth.

Sonya pulled her face from the dick long enough to say, “Let me demonstrate deepthroating,” and then she lunged her face forward, taking the whole length of Adam’s penis down her throat. Suzy gasped, astounded that Sonya could fit that whole thing in her mouth. Sabrina, too, was amazed at such a feat. She had been able to deepthroat her last boyfriend, but she had never attempted anything as big as the dick in front of her.

Sonya pulled back once again. “It takes a bit of practice to overcome your gag reflex, but once you’ve mastered the art, it’s pretty simple,” she said while slowly stroking the saliva-coated cock. “Oh yeah, one thing I forgot to mention is that when he’s ready to cum, he’ll knock on the wall three times. You can choose to swallow his load or just let it squirt onto the floor. It’s your decision.” And she went back to sucking and masturbating the penis. The girls watched silently as Sonya sucked the cock, saliva dripping from it and being smeared by her pumping hand.

Adam couldn’t take it anymore. He knocked on the wall three times as instructed. The girls watched as Sonya deepthroated the cock one last time as it erupted and sprayed semen down her throat. His dick kept pulsing and sending load after load into the woman. Once his dick stopped, she pulled her head off it and wiped the saliva from her mouth with the back of her hand (which didn’t help much since her hand was already covered in saliva). She looked back at the women who were awe struck and speechless. Sonya smiled at their shocked expressions. “Who wants to go next?”

Chapter 3

“I think the birthday girl should go next,” Tracy said, looking over at Sandy.

“I don’t know. I’m still kind of nervous,” Sandy said. “How about you Sabrina?”

‘Wait a minute,’ Adam thought, ‘Did she just say Sabrina?’

Sabrina looked over at the softening cock and then back at Sandy. “Alright,” she said “I’ll do it.”

Adam raised an eyebrow. ‘That sounded just like…’ but before he could finish that thought, he felt warm moisture surrounding his penis. His sister was sucking his dick. He was too surprised to think clearly. He knew he should have backed away and ran out of the building, but something told him to stay. He felt his dick start to stiffen as his sister licked the head of his penis.

“Wow,” Sonya said, “I didn’t expect him to be ready again this fast.”

Sabrina took as much of her brother’s dick in her mouth as she could, tasting the saliva Sonya had left on it.

‘Is this really happening?’ Adam thought. ‘It feels so good, but Sabrina would kill me if she knew it was me.’

Sabrina’s hand slid up and down the slippery shaft as she sucked on the tip.

‘But how’s she going to find out?’ Adam reasoned in his mind. ‘She has no idea whose dick she’s sucking.’

Sabrina took her mouth off the cock and pumped it vigorously. She let some saliva pool in her mouth and then let it drip from her mouth to his cock as she continued jacking it off.

Adam felt slightly disturbed by what he was letting his sister do to him, but it quickly went away as he gave into the arousal he was feeling. It was the best blowjob of his life and he wasn’t going to let a little thing like incest stand in his way.

His sister held his dick up so she could suck on his balls. She positioned them into her mouth and started licking and sucking them while her hand continued to masturbate his dick. The other four women were amazed at how good Sabrina was at giving blowjobs. There was a noticeable odor in the air from the girls’ moistening pussies, but none of them were as moist as Sabrina’s. She was really enjoying this. Sabrina then took the balls out of her mouth and licked the underside of his dick from the base to the tip. Then she looked down at it and her pumping hand slowed to a stop. The smile suddenly faded from her mouth as she stared at it with wide eyes. The other girls watched curiously, wondering why she stopped. After a moment, a devilish grin formed on her face and she swallowed as much of the cock as she could. She couldn’t quite fit it all down her throat like Sonya, but it was close. She held her head in that position for several seconds, savoring the feeling of the massive cock deep in her throat, before pulling her face from it. She continued sucking and pumping vigorously, but with more speed and passion than before.

Adam was in blissful ecstasy. It was one of the most unique experiences of his life. He could feel his sister’s tongue running all along his stiff cock, soaking it in a layer of thick saliva, as her hand quickened its pace, sliding up and down the slippery rod faster and faster. Adam felt his imminent orgasm building up fast. He knocked on the wall and prepared to shoot his load.

“Swallow! Swallow! Swallow!” the girls started chanting to their friend. Sabrina lunged forward, taking in as much cock as she could as her brother shot warm semen down her throat. She felt his dick pulsating a couple times, then pulled back enough so that the head of his penis was right above the tip of her tongue. He spurt load after load straight into her mouth. He came much more than he did with Sonya. It was overflowing Sabrina’s mouth and ran down her chin. She gulped down the mouthful of cum as he continued ejaculating.

“Oh my god!” Tracy exclaimed. All the girls’ mouths were wide open with astonishment. Behind the other girls, Suzy was discreetly rubbing her pussy through her pants while Sandy was slowly sliding her hips back and forth on her chair.

Sabrina swallowed the final mouthful and licked Adam’s cock clean before sitting back down in her chair.

The other girls just silently stared at her with wide-eyes. Tracy broke the silence by clapping and the other girls followed suit.

“Thanks,” Sabrina said, smiling. She used her fingers to scoop the cum dripping down her chin into her mouth.

“Do you think you’d be able to go again?” Sonya asked the man behind the wall. “Knock once for yes and twice for no.”

Ben knocked twice, figuring he’d need at least twenty minutes to recuperate.

“You can pick up your check at the lobby now, and thank you for your business.”

Adam stuck his hand through the hole, giving her a thumbs up and then left, still confused and excited by what just happened.

“Well, while we wait for his replacement, let’s decide who will go next,” Sonya said.

Tracy stood up. “Dibs!”

“No, let me go next please, Tracy!” Suzy said.

“Hey!” Sandy said “It’s my birthday! I should go next!”

“Thanks, guys. That was really fun, but I’m going to go now. There’s something I need to do,” Sabrina said as she left the room. The girls continued arguing.

Chapter 4

“So how was it?” the cute receptionist asked Adam.

“It was fantastic,” Adam said, grinning.

“Welp, here’s your check.” She handed him a check for $20.

“Thanks,” Adam said and then walked out the door, whistling.

He got in his car and was about to put the key in the ignition when a pair of arms grabbed him from behind. “Ah! What the hell?!” he said.

“Relax, it’s just me,” Sabrina said, sitting in the backseat.

Adam turned around and looked at her, dumbfoundedly. “Wha- you- uh, wha-,” he sputtered.

“Shhhh,” she said as she pressed her index finger to his lips. “About halfway through, I noticed a scar on the dick I was sucking and it was in the same place that you hit your penis on the coffee table that one time.”

“You knew?” Adam asked, shocked at this revelation.

“At first I was really shocked and even a bit mortified, but then I figured I already went this far, so why not finish? Then I really got into it.” She smiled at him. “Now I’m really horny, but I have no one to get me off,” she said as she cocked her head and pouted her lips playfully.

Adam’s penis amazingly started to revive itself in his pants.

She looked at him faux-sheepishly and said, “Do you know anyone around here who might be able to-” He leaned forward and kissed her before she could finish her sentence. She closed her eyes and grabbed the back of his head, holding him there. They kissed passionately, lips mashed against each other in electrified physical contact. Sabrina opened her mouth, letting her brother slip his tongue inside. She met his tongue with hers as they playfully licked each other. They pulled away and Adam joined his sister in the backseat. They resumed kissing while Sabrina unzipped Adam’s pants. She reached her hand into his fly and pulled out his stiffening penis. Adam started unbuttoning her shirt as she stroked him. He reached behind her and unclasped her bra, then he reached into her halfway-unbuttoned shirt and groped her soft breasts as they kissed, teasing her hardening nipples. She broke their kiss and leaned back against the car door, giggling from the sheer absurdity of the situation.

“What’s so funny?” Adam asked. She just smiled and looked up at him before motioning with her index finger for him to come closer. He leaned toward her until he was right above her and kissed her neck, slowly working his was toward her nipple. She pushed her hips up and slid her pants and panties down. As Adam kissed and pinched Sabrina’s nipples with his lips, he reached his hand down and started rubbing her moist slit. Adam suddenly shifted his attention and looked up toward the window.

“What is it?” Sabrina asked her brother.

“I thought I heard someone’s voice outside.”

“Don’t worry about it. No one can see through the windows.” She was right. The windows were all fogged up. He shrugged it off and continued rubbing his sister’s vulva.

“Mmmmmm,” she softly moaned. Then she grabbed his hand from her pussy and brought it closer to her face. She looked at his fingers which were coated with a thick sheen of pussy juice, and then pulled them into her mouth, tasting her own flavorful moisture. She then pulled him closer to her. “I want you to fuck me,” she said sensually. He pushed himself closer to her as his dick slipped inside her lubricated pussy. They rocked back and forth rhythmically. She held him tightly against her as he thrust in and out of her tight hole.

“This is much better than a blowjob,” he said. “Holy crap this is awesome!”

“Shhhh,” she said as she pulled his head toward hers, kissing him softly. His dick slid back and forth inside her pussy, each thrust feeling even better than the last. Adam knew he was going to cum soon. He sped up his thrusts and kissed his sister deeply. She returned his kisses and then arched her head back.

“Oh gaaaawd…” Sabrina moaned as her orgasm started. She bucked her hips as her vagina walls contracted around Adam’s dick. She then grabbed onto his thighs and pulled his waist towards her as much as she could. He moaned as his cock erupted inside her, spurting torrents of cum into his sister’s climaxing pussy. Sabrina moaned loudly as she gyrated on her brother’s pulsating member. It only lasted a moment, but to them it felt like an eternity. They started slowing their motions gradually until stopping completely. Sabrina looked up at her brother who smiled at her.

“You were supposed to knock three times,” she said smiling back. He leaned down and kissed her some more before they both fell asleep in each other’s arms, his dick still inside her.


The next morning Sabrina awoke after her phone made a noise. She pulled it out of her pants pocket, being careful not to wake her brother, and looked at the screen. It was a text message from Tracy.

“hey how r u doin?”

Sabrina sent her friend a text saying, “fantastic! how was the rest of the class?”

After a few seconds, she got a reply. “great but not as amazing as what happened afterwards 🙂 i’ll tell u about it l8er”

“cant wait! i’ve got something to tell u 2” She closed her phone, knowing whatever Tracy was going to tell her wouldn’t even compare to her night.

Sabrina put her phone back in her pants and woke up her brother.

“Hey, sleepyhead. We need to go home and figure out an excuse to tell mom and dad to explain why we were out all night.” Adam opened his eyes, trying to remember if what happened the night before was a dream or not. He looked down at his beautiful naked sister and smiled. It wasn’t a dream.

Pool Boy

Pool Boy

My husband Eric and I have a fairly open marriage. We’ve both had a few regular lovers since we’ve been married, but we’ve always been open with each other about them and if one of us has a problem with someone the other person is sleeping with we end it. We are married after all and our love for each other means more than the pleasure that anyone else can provide.

A year ago I’d given up having a lover on the side so that Eric and I could have a baby with no doubt that Eric was the father. Having sex with another man was fine, but I could never stand to have anyone else’s child.

Anyway, I’m 7 months along now and I still hadn’t taken a new lover on the side. There didn’t seem to be a reason not to. I had the urge, and I even had someone in mind so one morning during breakfast I talked about it with Eric.

“You look pretty excited; what have you got planned for today?” Eric asked.

“I was thinking about fucking the pool boy.” I said.

“Oh yeah, were you just going to ask him or did you have something else in mind?” Eric asked.

“Oh I have something planned. I figure I’ll do a little nude sunbathing.” I said.

“Really? That’s hot. How do you know he won’t get embarrassed when he sees you and just leave?” Eric asked.

“I’ve been out there several times when he’s been here. Never nude of course, but he always says hi. Sometimes I pretend to be asleep. He buys it and usually comes up close for a real good look when he thinks I’m asleep. I’ve been doing it more and more lately and he’s been showing more and more interest and coming closer and closer each time. I figure if I’m out there naked he’ll be even more interested.” I said.

“And once he’s looking at you how will you seal the deal?” Eric asked.

“I’ll pretend to wake up and catch him looking at me. I’m sure he’ll be all startled and apologetic. That’s when I’ll say that I don’t mind, that it makes me feel good to have a man want to look at me when I’m like this. I’ll tell him that you haven’t wanted to look at me or touch me since I got pregnant. Then I’ll ask him for his help.” I said.

“What kind of help?” Eric asked.

“A woman that’s 7 months pregnant doesn’t quite bend as well as normal. She can’t exactly reach everything with the tanning lotion. I’m sure he’ll be all too eager to help me keep from getting a sunburn.” I said.

“In some sensitive places?” Eric asked.

“You guessed it. Once I’ve got him touching me he’s mine.” I said.

“Well, it sounds like you’ve got a full day ahead of you. Have fun.” Eric said.

He kissed me and headed for the door.

“Believe me sweetie, if things work out I will.” I said.

Kyle, the young man that cleans our pool, arrives every Wednesday at 11:00 in the morning. From talking to him when I haven’t been ‘sleeping’ I know that ours is the last pool that he cleans on Wednesdays and he enjoys his afternoon off.

At 10:30 I went out back, put a towel down on the lounge chair, set my tanning lotion by the chair and walked inside. I stripped completely naked, grabbed my bikini and without even bothering to put it on, put on my sunglasses, then I walked out back, put my bikini on the cement by the chair in a heap, put some of the lotion on in areas that I could reach, then I lay back and pretended to be asleep.

It was so exciting lying there waiting for Kyle to arrive. I knew he’d arrived because I recognized the squeak of the brakes on his truck. I had dark sunglasses on, but I closed my eyes anyway to look as asleep as possible.

I heard the gate open and the rustle of Kyle’s pool cleaning gear.

“Oh hi Mrs…Oh shit, I’m so sorry.” Kyle said.

He’d obviously noticed that I was naked. I remained silent and motionless showing no sign that I was awake.

“Mrs. Henderson?” Kyle asked.

Again I showed no response. He must have believed that I was asleep because I heard him set his stuff down and start cleaning the pool. I cracked my eyes open just enough to look towards the pool. Kyle was doing his best to clean the pool, but he kept looking at me. It was so exciting that it was all I could do to keep myself from squirming.

He’d never cleaned the pool so fast. When he was done he slowly crept closer and closer to me. My chair was about 10 feet from the pool. Pretty soon he was standing almost at the end of the chair which gave him at least a partial view of my pussy. I couldn’t be sure how much because I thought it would be too obvious to be laying there with my legs splayed wide open but I’d tried to separate them as much as possible to give him a good view.

I had butterflies in my stomach and I was wondering how long to wait before ‘waking up’ but he gave me the perfect opportunity. He moved along the side of the chair so he could get even closer to me. He picked the wrong side though because he was blocking the sun. If he’d come up the other side he wouldn’t have cast a shadow on me, but he came up the side towards the sun. When you’ve been in the sun for a while you can feel when part of your body gets shaded and my pussy went into the shade.

I had my opportunity so I took it. I lifted my arms and stretched like I was just waking up. I heard Kyle fall over backwards as he backed away.

“Oh Kyle, is it after 11:00 already? I must have fallen asleep. Are you okay?” I asked.

I showed concern for him without any mention of my nudity or his closeness to me when I woke up.

“Mrs. Henderson, I’m so sorry.” Kyle said.

“Sorry for what? You’re sorry for falling down?” I asked.

“No, you’re…and you were sleeping…I couldn’t help myself…I had to have a closer look.” Kyle stammered.

“What are you talking about?” I asked.

I glanced down towards my bikini and pretended to finally remember that I was naked.

“Oh my. I think I understand. My apologies Kyle, I took my bikini off because my nipples are getting pretty sensitive the farther along I get and I’m afraid I’ve finally gotten too big for the bottoms. Why on Earth would you want to get a closer look at me like this?” I asked.

I tried to sound ashamed of how my body looked.

“Mrs. Henderson…”Kyle said.

“Kyle please, you’ve been cleaning our pool for over a year now, and now you’ve seen me naked, call me Susan.” I said.

“Okay…Susan.” Kyle said.

“Now you were going to say something…” I said.

“Yes…you’re a very sexy woman.” Kyle said.

“Maybe I was, but over the last few months I haven’t felt very sexy.” I said.

“Oh but you are. I’m ashamed of myself but I’ve been staring at you while you’ve been sleeping out here when I’m cleaning your pool for several months. Today, well, with you completely naked I couldn’t help wanting a closer look.” Kyle said.

“If you wanted a closer look why are you facing away from me now?” I asked.

“You were asleep then, it was wrong, but I never thought you’d know. Now you’re awake.” Kyle said.

“Yes I am awake. Are you saying that I’m okay for you to look at when I’m asleep but not when I’m awake?” I asked.

“No, it’s not that. I shouldn’t have done it before, now it’s completely inappropriate.” Kyle said.

“Do you want to look at me?” I asked.

“What?” Kyle asked nervously.

“If I were still sleeping would you still be looking at me?” I asked.

“Probably.” Kyle said.

“Did you like looking at me this way?” I asked.

“Yes.” Kyle admitted sheepishly.

“Did you think I looked sexy?” I asked.

“Yes.” Kyle said.

“Well then turn around, if you think I look sexy like this then I don’t mind you looking at me…if you want to.” I said.

“Really?” Kyle asked, peaking over his shoulder.

“Yes. My husband hasn’t told me I look sexy or wanted to look at me naked since I started showing. It feels pretty good to have someone say that I look sexy and want to see me naked. If you really mean it that you think I look sexy and you want to see me naked like this then I’d welcome you looking at me naked.” I said.

“You would?” Kyle asked.

He was turning slowly towards me.

“Yes. I may be pregnant Kyle, but I want and need to feel sexy and believe that a man finds me sexy just like any other woman. My husband hasn’t done that in a long time. If you feel that way I’d welcome the attention even if it’s for 10 minutes. Those 10 minutes would mean the world to me right now. Am I sexy enough for 10 minutes Kyle?” I asked.

“You’re sexy enough for much longer than that.” Kyle said.

I giggled happily, things were going so perfectly.

“Then come on over here and get a real good look.” I said.

Kyle looked around nervously.

“Is this one of those deals where your husband is going to come out of hiding right about now and kill me?” Kyle asked.

“No way. He’s at work. If he knew I was naked right now he wouldn’t want to be where he might even accidentally see me. It’s just you and me. So if you want to look at me come have a look, it would make me feel sexy again.” I said.

“You are really sexy Susan, you are. If your husband doesn’t find you sexy right now then he’s a fool.” Kyle said.

He pulled one of the other chairs over close even with my knees at a bit of an angle and he sat on the edge just looking at me. He looked me up and down several times, but his eyes kept going back to my pussy.

“Would you like me to open my legs a bit so you can see my pussy better? Would you find me sexier like that?” I asked.

Kyle looked up at me like he was a 6 year old and I was offering him an unlimited shopping spree in a candy store. He didn’t say a word, but I took his expression as a pleading yes.

I swung my left leg, the one closest to Kyle, off of the chair and put my foot down on the ground. I couldn’t see it over my baby belly, but with my completely shaved pussy and aroused state I’m sure I was giving Kyle quite a view. His reaction confirmed it. His eyes went wide and his mouth dropped open as he stared directly at my fully exposed pussy.

I decided to tease him a little as well as get his hands on me a little bit.

“If I’m going to sit here like this with my legs spread being sexy for you I don’t want to get a sunburn so I’d better put some of that lotion on. Would you be a dear and get that for me?” I asked.

Leaning down brought Kyle’s face down closer to my pussy. His eyes never left my pussy the whole time. He actually had to feel around for the bottle. He lifted it up and handed it to me. I squirted an excessive amount onto my belly.

“Do you think you could help me out?” I asked.

Kyle looked up at me with an excited but unsure expression.

“Could you do my legs for me? I don’t bend that well with this big belly, I couldn’t reach them earlier and I don’t want to get burned. I would be really grateful if you’d help me out.” I said.

“Uh…sure.” Kyle said.

“Thanks.” I said.

I lifted my left foot up and found that I could get my heel down on the chair Kyle was sitting on leaving him between my legs; exactly where I wanted him. Kyle squirted some of the lotion on my left leg and began rubbing it in as I used both hands to massage the lotion into my belly, working lower and lower until I got down to my pussy.

I made a big show of holding my extended labia to the side as I put lotion up all the way to the edge, then all the way to the other side, then I carefully applied it to my pussy itself. It felt good to have Kyle’s hands on me and I wanted more, but I wasn’t sure how fast to proceed.

After he’d finished lotioning both of my legs we sat there with him gaping at my pussy for a while. I don’t know if it was the heat of the sun, the heat of his stare, or the heat of my excitement but I was on fire.

“Not that I mind Kyle, I’m feeling really sexy with you looking at me like this, but you seem to be staring at my pussy. Are you not a breast man?” I asked.

I started rubbing my breasts with a little more of the lotion. Kyle’s eyes moved up to my breasts.

“Oh I’m a breast man, I’m definitely a breast man, but I want to commit every detail of your gorgeous pussy to memory since this is the only time I’ll ever see it.” Kyle said.

“Are you quitting your job cleaning pools?” I asked.

“What? No, I’m not quitting.” Kyle said.

“Then why would you think this is the only time you’ll see my pussy? I’ve got two more months to go until the baby comes and I’ll only be getting bigger and bigger and less and less attractive to my husband. I’ll need to feel sexy like this even more every week than I do now. I was hoping that since you’re making me feel sexy now you’d help me feel sexy until the baby comes. Unless you don’t want to of course.” I said.

“You mean you want me to look at you naked every Wednesday until you have the baby?” Kyle asked hopefully.

“Like I said I feel sexy with you looking at me now, and I’ll need to feel sexy even more in the weeks to come. If you’re willing to help me feel sexy every week until the baby comes I’d really appreciate it, and it seems that you’re enjoying yourself.” I said.

I pointed to the bulge in his jeans.

“Uh…yeah…sorry about that.” Kyle said.

“Don’t be sorry, it makes me feel even sexier to know that I can give you an erection. I thank you for getting an erection from looking at me.” I said.

That kind of embarrassed Kyle so we didn’t say much for a while. Finally I decided it was time to take things a little further.

“Do you mind if I flip over? I don’t want to get tanned on just one side.” I said.

“I don’t…can you flip over with the belly and everything?” Kyle asked.

“Well I can’t lie down, but I have found a position that I can tan in pretty comfortably. You seem to enjoy looking at my pussy most of all, you could still have a really good view of it.” I said.

“Uh…okay then.” Kyle said.

I rolled over on the chair so I was on my knees, leaning forward so I was resting on my elbows. I made sure to spread my legs as far apart as I could to give him the best view that I could with my ass stuck up in the air.

“As you can imagine it’s almost impossible to put lotion on my back from this position so would you be a dear and do my back, the back so my legs, and my butt for me?” I asked.

“Uh…sure.” Kyle said.

He stood up and leaned over me as he squirted the lotion onto my back and then he worked it in with his hands. From there he moved down to my legs. He worked his way from the bottom of my feet up my calves to my knees then worked his way up towards my ass.

The closer he got to my ass the closer his face got to my pussy. He took an especially long time working the lotion into my ass. He became more and more daring getting his hands closer and closer to my pussy as he worked the lotion in. Just like I was hoping. Finally he was done and I heard his chair move so he could get a better angle to start at my pussy and my asshole.

“Susan, are you sure it’s okay for me to be looking at you from this angle? I mean when you were on your back and we could look each other in the face while we talked was one thing, are you sure this is okay?” Kyle asked.

“You didn’t spend much time looking me in the face Kyle, you spent most of the time staring at my pussy anyway, and I loved it. We can still talk when I’m like this.” I said.

“Well as long as you’re okay with this.” Kyle said.

“I’m okay with it Kyle. In fact, as long as you don’t block too much of the sun, you can get closer if you want.” I said.

“Really?” Kyle asked.

“Sure, it felt really sexy when you had your head right down close to make sure you were getting good coverage with the lotion.” I said.

I could feel Kyle shift closer to me. I couldn’t help smiling, it seemed that he was on the hook now; all I had to do was reel him in.

“I’m really surprised that you even wanted to look at me like this in the first place. I’d have figured a cute guy like you would have his choice of girls just begging you to look at them.” I said.

“I wish that were true, but I haven’t had a girlfriend in over a year.” Kyle said.

“How is that possible? Girls should just be throwing themselves at you.” I said.

“Well they aren’t.” Kyle said.

“Wait…if you haven’t had a girlfriend in over a year does that mean you haven’t had sex in over a year too?” I asked.

“Yeah.” Kyle said.

“You poor thing. I thought I had it bad. When we found out I was pregnant 5 1/2 months ago my husband stopped having sex with me, but it’s been over a year for you. I can’t imagine that.” I said.

“He hasn’t had sex with you either? No offense Susan but your husband has to be a real idiot. If he doesn’t think you’re sexy like this AND he hasn’t had sex with you in over 5 months he might be the dumbest man alive.” Kyle said.

“Oh God, it’s so sexy to hear you say that. It’s been so long since I’ve had a cock inside me. You’ve made me feel so sexy that I just can’t help myself.” I said.

I moved my right hand back between my legs and started rubbing my pussy. I used to fingers to spread myself open. I know Kyle was watching because of his reaction.

“Oh my God.” Kyle said.

“Kyle, you’ve made me feel so sexy, you’ve helped me so much. Maybe we can help each other with another problem. From what I saw in your pants you’re as turned on as I am. Would you fuck me Kyle? Please fuck me Kyle. I need it bad and it sounds like you do too.” I said.

“Susan….? What about your husband?” Kyle asked.

“What about him? He hasn’t touched me in over 5 months. That’s too long Kyle. I need it. You’ve made me feel way sexier in the past few hours than he has in months; I want to thank you for that for helping you with your problem. Fuck me Kyle. Fuck me please.” I begged.

“Are you sure?” Kyle asked.

“It’s not like you’re going to get me pregnant Kyle. We both need it. I would have to doubt how sexy you find me if you would stare at me for hours but pass on the chance to fuck me.” I said.

Kyle was silent for a moment.

“Should we do it out here or should we go inside?” Kyle asked.

“Do me right here Kyle. I’m ready and I’m begging for it. Give me your cock Kyle. I need to get fucked bad. I need you to fuck me bad Kyle.” I said.

I could feel Kyle moving around behind me and I heard him unzip and pull down his pants. I felt him move up behind me on the chair and I felt his cock at the opening to my pussy.

“Are you sure about this?” Kyle asked.

“Yes damn it! Fuck me.” I begged.

“Try not to be too loud okay? I don’t think either of us wants someone to come investigating a noise.” Kyle said.

“I’ll keep as quiet as possible, now please fuck me.” I said.

Kyle slid his cock into me. I was so turned on that there was no problem with him sliding in because my pussy was just dripping. I had not yet seen his cock, but I could tell it was of respectable size at least. God it felt good.

Kyle fucked me good and hard. He pushed into me hard and pumped his cum into me after just a few minutes, but to my great surprise he didn’t pull out like a lot of young men would. After he’d finished cumming he went back to fucking me.

“Oh God…it feels…so good. Fuck me…yes…fuck me…so good…yes.” I panted.

“Damn Susan…your pussy is so hot…and tight…he must not have touched you in a while.” Kyle said.

“Do I feel good?” I asked.

“God yes.” Kyle grunted.

“Am I sexy?” I asked.

“You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.” Kyle said.

“Then show me how sexy I am. Fuck me hard and make me cum. I haven’t had an orgasm in months Kyle; I need to cum so bad. Fuck me good…make me cum.” I said.

Boy did Kyle ever deliver. About 5 minutes after he’d cum I had an orgasm. Five minutes later I had another. Five minutes after that I had a third as Kyle pumped his cum into me for the second time. He needed to rest so he pulled out and sat on the other chair. I rolled over and sat up on my chair. We looked at each other and smiled.

“My God Kyle, that was amazing.” I said.

I looked at his cock for the first time. It was in the 6-7 inch range, not huge, but very respectable.

“I hope you didn’t mind me not stopping after I came the first time.” Kyle said.

“Are you kidding? I’d have been disappointed if you had. You had me so close to orgasm if you’d stopped it would have been a real let down. Could I suck your dick? See if we can wake him back up so you can fuck me some more?” I asked.

Kyle looked at me like a kid on Christmas morning and leaned back on his chair. I moved to my knees and took his cock into my mouth hungrily. I’d have gladly sucked him off in my mouth, but I needed fucked more so once he was good and hard I moved back onto my chair, lay on my back, spread my legs wide, and motioned for Kyle to mount me.

“I want to see your face as you fuck me so I can see how sexy I am in your eyes.” I said.

Kyle moved up over me and slid his cock into me. He started at a much slower pace this time. He remained leaning away from me, which frustrated me.

“Kyle, don’t you want to kiss me? Don’t you want to suck on my nipples?” I asked.

“Yes…yes of course I do…I just wasn’t sure.” Kyle said.

“Kyle sweetie, anything you want to do I’ll do as long and you fuck me good and hard.” I said.

Kyle leaned down carefully over my baby belly and I bent forward to kiss him. We kissed each other hungrily. It was pure lust. He moved his mouth down to my breasts and sucked my nipples as he continued to fuck my pussy.

“Oh God Kyle…I’m gonna cum…I’m gonna cum…I’m cumming.” I said.

There was a smile on Kyle’s face as I had another orgasm.

“God thank you…Kyle…you make me cum so hard.” I said.

“You’re welcome.” Kyle said.

“Do it again…make me cum…over and over. Fuck me hard…make me cum…shoot your cum into me.” I begged.

Kyle responded well to my urging. I had two more orgasms then he pumped his cum into me a third time. Again he kept going. I had two more orgasms within two minutes.

“You’re a horny little slut aren’t you?” Kyle asked.

“Please don’t call me a slut.” I said.

“Okay you’re not a slut. You’re a horny thing though aren’t you.” Kyle said.

“Yes…God yes…” I said.

“And you want me to show you how sexy you are by fucking you every Wednesday until the baby comes don’t you?” Kyle asked.

“Yes…God yes…you’re fucking me so good…it feels so good.” I said.

“But what about after?” Kyle asked.

“After what?” I asked.

“After the baby comes. Am I gonna get to fuck you after the baby comes?” Kyle asked.

“I don’t know. After the baby comes my husband will…” I said.

“He’ll what? Start fucking you again? So what? A woman as horny as you seems like she could handle two lovers.” Kyle said.

“Kyle…I don’t know.” I said.

“Well then…if this is just gonna be for the next two months I’m not sure I want to do this anymore.” Kyle said.

He stopped fucking me and was about to pull out of me. I wrapped my legs around him and held him inside me.

“Okay. We can keep fucking after the baby comes, but only on Wednesdays when you come to clean the pool and nobody ever finds out.” I said.

“That works for me. If fucking you while you’re pregnant is this good I can’t wait to fuck you when you’ve got your perfect body back.” Kyle said.

He started back to fucking me. I had two more orgasms including one while he pumped me full of cum for the 4th time.

To my surprise and elation he didn’t stop after cumming in me for the fourth time. He just started back to fucking me. God his stamina was amazing. He seemed to be getting stronger and stronger as he went.

“Yes…yes…so good…fuck me…yes…so good…I’m gonna cum…I’m gonna cum…oh GOD…yes…yes…fuck me.” I said.

“Damn Susan you’re amazing. I’m giving you all I’ve got and you’re begging for more.” Kyle said.

“It’s been…so long…it feels…so good…fuck me…fuck me…please God fuck me.” I said.

From the look in his eyes and the way his breathing was becoming more labored that he was just about spent.

“Come on baby…fill me up…give me your cum…one more time…I need it…give it to me…I need to feel it inside me.” I said.

That was all the inspiration he needed and Kyle grunted hard as he pumped his cum into me for the 5th time. I knew he was probably spent when he fell forward onto me and gasped for breath.

“Kyle sweetie, could you get off of my baby.” I said.

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t hurt you did I?” Kyle asked.

“No, but I don’t want to risk that you might.” I said.

He got off of me, moved onto his chair and flopped onto his back.

“You look just about spent.” I said.

“I’m not sure I’ll be able to walk to my truck.” Kyle said.

“So I guess I can’t get you to fuck me one more time then?” I asked.

“My cock is willing, but my body just isn’t able to answer the bell for another round.” Kyle said.

“Well then I guess I’ll have to do the work this time.” I said.

“What?” Kyle asked.

I didn’t answer; I just stood up off of my chair, threw my right leg over his body and lowered myself onto his cock. I didn’t want to shake the baby too much so I went nice and slow and built both of us to one last orgasm. I reached mine right before Kyle did, but he grunted and I got a 6th injection of his cum into my pussy.

I sat there on top of him for a minute. Kyle looked at his watch.

“Oh shit, it’s 4:00. We’ve been here for 5 hours. I should get out of here before your husband or neighbors start coming home from work.” Kyle said.

“I suppose so. Same time next week?” I asked.

“Yes. Hell yes. This was incredible.” Kyle said.

I got up off of him, he quickly got dressed, I kissed him and he grabbed his pool cleaning stuff, jumped in his truck, and took off. I cleaned up the mess we’d made, walked inside, got up on the island in our kitchen facing the door from the garage and waited.

At 4:30 the door opened.

“Well, I guess I don’t have to ask what’s for dinner do I? I take it things went well.” Eric said.

“Better than expected. He filled me with cum 6 times and he wants to fuck me every Wednesday, even after I have the baby.” I said.

“Well, that’s great news. It sounds like you really enjoyed him.” Eric said.

“I love a man with years of experience, but the enthusiasm of youth is great too and he was VERY enthusiastic.” I said.

“I can see that. Your pussy is red and swollen; it looks like he pounded you pretty good.” Eric said.

“Oh he did. I totally played it up for him too. I told him you hadn’t touched me in months, I kept begging him to fuck me, I told him how good it felt, I was a total slut for him and I loved every minute of it.” I said.

“I’ll bet you did.” Eric said.

“So how was your ‘lunch’ with Kelly?” I asked.

“Great. That girl has that enthusiasm of youth you were talking about.” Eric said.

“Well I’m happy for you. You’d better hurry up and eat dinner before it gets cold.” I said.

Eric licked his lips, pulled up one of the bar stools and started slurping Kyle’s cum out of me. I hadn’t had a lover besides Eric since we’d decided to try to have a baby a year ago so it felt good to have him licking another man’s cum from me again.

With Kyle’s stamina and eagerness to fuck me as much as possible I think he’ll work out great.

My Best Friend’s Pregnant Wife

My Best Friend’s Pregnant Wife

My best friend Brian lives next to me with his very lovely, very pregnant wife Jenny. Though I would love to fuck Jenny, Brian is my best friend since high school so it won’t do. When they moved in she was in her 5th month but it already looked as if she was a bit overdue. She was having quadruplets, I later found out. Anyway the whole thing was that Jenny was giving me a hard-on every time I saw her: her very pregnant belly ready to pop, her turgid breasts bulging out and all. I actually discovered I love the pregnant form. And so I fantasize about her all the time, jacking off whenever I could steal a glance.

Now Brian and I are very close-not merely best buddies and such-but real intimate-he tells me about his sex life-all the details. And so one day when we were having our usual talk about who I laid over the past week and how it was going along with Jenny (she was very big by then-the babies would come any day now), Brian casually ask me if I would mind joining him and Jenny for some sex tomorrow. Evidently Jenny’s appetite was huge now and Brian could use some help (or so I infer).

I hadn’t had sex for the past week so I was pretty hard by the mere thought of her when I let myself into their house. I was rather apprehensive too coz I haven’t had sex with very heavily pregnant girls before. Entering their bedroom as cool as I could, I could only stare stunned at Jenny’s very pregnant body lying naked on the bed-what the fuck she was drop-dead gorgeous and lovely at the same time. Her enormously gravid belly stuck straight out and her 42 ff breasts bulged and flopped nicely. She was lying on her back, supporting herself on one hand and massaging the sides of her swollen belly with firm strokes. The creamy milkyness of her belly and her aureoles so dark took my breath away. God was she lovely.

Brian was standing naked at the foot of the bed. He greeted me with a smile and said I better strip coz the action’s beginning and I don’t want to miss it. I caught a wicked gleam in his eye. By that time I was rock hard. I couldn’t wait for all the sucking and foreplay and all. My penis reared its proud head threateningly as I advance towards Jenny’s inviting body. She giggled childishly as I came forward and formed her pretty cherubic mouth into an O pretending to suck my cock. All the time so stroked her swollen tummy, which was the sexiest thing I ever saw.

My cock was throbbing now even though I haven’t even touched her yet. Then a most shocking thing happened. Brian suddenly slammed his 9-inch monster of a penis right into Jenny’s incredibly pregnant body. Jenny’s eyes grew wide before me – she was as shocked as me – and she let out a long Oooooooooooh. No touching, no finger fucking blow job whatever. Brian was pounding her exquisite, delicate pregnant pussy with grinding, violent strokes, pistoning in and out. He sucked at one full breast and groped at the other one, slapping hard her smooth milky pregnant belly at the end of each vicious thrust. Thick milk flowed in rivulets down her mounds. Clearly Jenny wasn’t feeling too good. She was bucking violently, her body thrashing up and down; her hands scrabbling all over her belly and breasts and now trying to push Brian’s 180 pound frame off her which was by then balanced on her painfully swollen abdomen. She was moaning incredibly loud as Brian fucked her hard and long. Maybe it was pleasure but more likely it was pain. She pulled at her hair and her once rosy cheeks turned pale. Finally Brian himself let out a massive groan and brought his knee crashing to the underside of her enormous belly and climaxed, cumming enormously and overflowing her little cunt. Cum dribbled freely down her long, elegant legs as she lay flat out, panting heavily for breath.

Brian motioned me over. Standing over her supine form, I didn’t know how to start. I started kissing her and she let me, hungrily eating me. Kneeling by her side, I gently rub her breasts. I was surprised by how firm they felt, with just a touch of softness. My other hand stroke her hard, full, abdomen that brushed firmly against my dickhead, making it stiffer than ever. I straddled her and lower myself gently, careful not to rest any weigh on her. Then I guide my penis (which was harder than I ever felt, half fearing it would blow up) to brush lightly against her cunt, eliciting a giggle and a little spasm from her. All of which was just about ready to make me explode.

For this was precisely what I had fantasized about for months. All the pent-up fuck in me was boiling. Again I brush my stiff pole against her slightly bushy pussy, at the same time spreading her legs. Again she let out a cute squeak and wiggled her all too-massive belly. Then I let myself go. I drove deeply, unrelentingly in, crushing her turgid body beneath mine. With previous lubrication, it was still an incredibly tight squeeze for my generous width. Her little cunt contracted hard after the initial shock. She stared at me with eyes wide open and let out a huge scream belying her petite frame. I cupped and groped and squeezed her very turgid breasts even as I drove roughshod into her. My dick head scraped against her cunt wall. She bucked and heaved heavily, even as I did the ol’ in-out in-out, jerking her whole body-and mine-off the bed. Her swollen body shivered and cummed in writhing spasms. I grind into her belly with each thrust, assaulting her punished cunt with my entire unreleased fuck. It was fucking violent. I was humping her milky belly by then. In-out in -out, ripping her pregnant pussy to shreds. I grabbed at her big belly and was surprised by their firmness, hardness. All the while I was trying to hold off. Pounding her savagely I press hard against her big belly. She wasn’t even screaming now but was going squeaking Oh– Oh—Oh–Oh– each time I fuck with all my might. She grabbed and twisted her own breasts as she cummed. I went on top her, my knees gripping the underside of her round, bulging belly. In-out in-out. I was almost bouncing on her big pregnant belly. She started thrashing wildly but I kept up in my crushing movements, my frame dwarfing hers, punishing her delicate condition and subduing her-for a while. She started thrashing wildly again on way out so I had to rammed it in harder. Again and again. Finally I climaxed. Shooting all my cum into her like wild horses, I crashed again and again into her, trying to make it last as long as possible. Her heavily pregnant body heaved and shook violently. Big tears were rolling down her pale cheeks as she eyed me with frightened eyes.

As I draw off I began to regret letting myself go like I did with my best friends wife. But when I rolled over Brian was grinning like a mad dog.

“Serve the whore right,” he said and grinded his rock hard pole into Jenny’s painful condition. I was shocked. This was nothing less than a rape. Jenny was still whimpering, cradling her aching belly and sobbing a little when a walpole was stuck into her for the third time that night. She went Noooooooooo- oooohhhhhh as Brian fucked her up. The first time was civilized compared to this. Brian was throwing her around like a rag doll, her heavy condition and all. Not only was he pounding her ripped pussy, he was punching her breasts viciously, squirting jets of milk. Brian pistoned deep in with rapid, shuddering thrusts could hear his hard-as nails torso slapping against Jenny’s very swollen belly rapidly. This made my penis hard again. Sweat and milk mix was glistening all over her fertile body. She was sobbing now but her sobs was cut short by her gasping for air. For every time Brian crushed onto her it knocked her wind out. Brian was straddling her but was supported by only one leg while the other pushed into the other side of her belly because she was so big and low. All the time Brian was shouting was shouting, “You whore, you big heavy whore” as he mashed her breasts. Her milky white breasts were all red now from all the squeezing and punching and slapping and twisting. A massive heave amidst wild bucking from Jenny threw them both to their sides. But Brian gave a loud enraged roar and rolled her back again. ” You fucking whore” went Brian as he slapped her massive belly right full and dive into her so hard it was painful too watch. My cock was painful too from all the throbbing. This time he was pounding so savagely that it didn’t look much like fucking anymore. I was afraid Jenny would pop from the huge pressure. And Brian keep slapping her taut pregnant belly so hard that it turn reddish shuddered violently. Tears were streaming down her cherubic face while her hand tried to push Brian off, in vain. A final savage jerk tearing into her and Brian was finished. , even as he slapped and grabbed her big belly to milk every ounce of his cum.

This second time I didn’t need any invitation from Brian. Jenny was lying on her side now, crying and massaging her mashed breasts and belly. She was working her legs too, kicking limply, probably on account of her punished cunt. So it was easy for me to just grab her painful breasts and turn her on to her belly. Milk flowed out freely-she really had a lot of milk. She didn’t see me coz I came from the other side but I started to fuck her doggie style, bad. Like the time before, I use slow, driving, crushing movements. I was pleased to find her pregnant cunt tight, just a painful bit looser. She wailed as my penis forced its way through and down. She struggled up using her arms as she realized she was being doggie-fucked but they gave way on my next overbearing thrust, this time going deeper, though not any easier. She fell heavily on to her breasts, with my hard fingers against them, milking them for all they’re worth. Still, milk flowed out. She went Oooohhhhhh again and I began to like that sound. Her soft, not-so-pert belly was so sexy so I licked them. She must have been extremely tired coz on my third crushing fuck she suddenly fell forward and I with her. Her glistening spread-eagled body now curved over her pregnant belly, which was making a very deep impression on the bed. Her hands were now cradling it as she gasped. And I never stopped fucking. I pulled her breasts up-and her whole upper body-and she immediately Ooooooooooh because her whole weight-and part of mine was on her belly. I did this every time I thrust into her so it hurt her badly. But all that awoke my primal sadistic impulse and I fuck her harder and harder and faster. After a while she couldn’t even Ooooooh anymore though she was still bucking (how I don’t know) and milk was still spilling. She rubbed the sides of her creamy belly furiously, smearing it with all the milk and cum as she gasped .My battering cock was no longer pounding now but boring it in deep, deep, deep while her pregnant cunt contract from all sides. All she could do was gasp very sexily as my balls slide into her delicate body and I crushed her breasts and her gravid belly one last time.

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Brian and I were both totally exhausted after 2 cum-loads in less than an hour. We sat on the floor panting tiredly as we watch Jenny. She had sat up and was massaging her swollen, reddish breasts and heavy belly and working her legs, sliding them back and forth as we watched. She was still sobbing. Frequently she would shudder visibly upon touching sore patches on her body. Her delicate condition was obvious-her babies were kicking wildly which alter the shape of her gravid belly-she gasped every time they did so-it was incredibly erotic. I would have fuck her if I were in any condition to do so. After some time, she struggled to her feet. She tottered unsteadily towards us -evidently all the punishment to her pregnant pussy. Suddenly she let out a gasp-the babies were at it again-and cradled her aching belly with her hands, stroking furiously at the same time. All these however cause her to lost her balance, and she fell down heavily on her not-so-pert but oh-so sexy ass. And she again burst into tears.