A young woman take a big dick in the ass and all the cum is in the ass!
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Friday, December 3, 2010
The wife's ass
Shit, even on Sundays now must go
Office.
Okay that children are grandparents and I have a better
free morning to myself. But you could bring the same children
grandmother and dedicate ourselves to something spicy. I remember that
Once in the shower. How wonderful to see her face full of Valentina
drops of water and semen. E 'was perhaps the only time that has been made
squirt in her mouth. Or when you're done taking pictures, my way
course: Bra, Thong and that body of transparent nylon. Then I
sent the photos to a web site as an amateur and I'm horny
crazy to read the comments from visitors: Your wife is a big pussy
write to meet three, I would suck my dick that troiona
your wife, etc. ....
Obviously today is dressed as a large output
figona. One time was in office and now in suit short skirt and thong.
Not that I mind but sometimes I wish that you did just fine for me
to make me horny and before going to bed together. Not only when it goes on
office.
If I complete that I got for christmas. Black Bustiers
with suspenders. A fairy tale. He wore only once. Great fucking and
then you are no longer seen. But where the heck have made? The thought is that
Underwear, drawers in the room and the urge to rummage
into his stuff. I know you do not, but ...
I begin to open drawers,
My hands slide underwear, bras, thongs, ... that I never
Having regard to ..., how much stuff intimate, porcelain, rummaging through his stuff gives me a
sense of the forbidden that makes me harden the chapel, here is a box, open it,
black stockings, the kind with the line behind, and with a rhinestone ankle
that bitch, even socks and then here it is, down at the bottom, it is more beautiful and
exciting as I remembered. He was so down that seemed hidden. E
if he had worn without me? There is something wrong with that? NO, but I
would piss off the same. The smell, I try to see if its smell is
there, what I'm doing dreary, and almost do not feel anything I'm disappointed.
I thought to find? The smell of a wet pussy horny that the
panties and then he placed in position? What an idiot.
Yet I still
think, to doubt. It 's true that Sunday overtime and good
that is not an obligation to go there, but because in loincloths? What a stupid example
are a male. Small and petty.
A flash in my head goes
Valentina, an image of Valentino. I see it while leaning against the
office desk you beat by two colleagues, maybe not so much
stalwart and beautiful or not so young. This particular excites me
why would a woman of her more slutty. Then imagine that
down on the floor, on all fours and takes one in her mouth and one in
sheep. In this whirlwind of thoughts, for no reason I can think of
Gianni.
Gianni was a dear friend, his high school classmate and boyfriend
lot of time with my sister. I say he was my friend, because you are not
behaved just like that.
I remember the morning when Valentina (not
was still my wife) told me what happened the night before.
Gianni
had returned from holiday leaving the house keys at the hotel where
staying. Parents would come back the next day and Valentina
(Indeed, the mother) offered him a job at John for the night.
We dined at all
Valentina's house and greeted her at midnight to go home.
Obviously I made a few jokes, told her not to give confidence to
Gianni, do not touch the pea and various nonsense. John was already there
in the afternoon and told me not to worry that much if it was already
Brush up after lunch. And down with silly laughter.
Valentina the morning after
was shaken, shaken. Do not take me long to realize that something was wrong.
He spoke ill of John, said that he could be trusted, which
would have swept the girl's brother. I incazzai! What was
happened? Valentina voleve tell me that? I insisted to know and she told me
that he had made strange speeches .... Then a long silence ... not
had only talked, but he had kissed her. But not only that he had only kissed ...
had also touched. I started screaming, pissed off like an animal
I said I wanted to go find it right away but I pulled up and asked Valentina
to do nothing. After all he loved me and was just a moment.
I then had to swear not to talk anymore.
It was not easy and after a few
day I called. "I know you already know everything," he said, "Yes .. if you are to me
friend now really want to hear your version, "I said fell on
a feeling of friendship which I do not give a shit more. "I do not know
that came over me, "he said" the parents were asleep, I got up from the couch
living room and went to her, I approached and we kissed, then
we did it, I'm sorry. "What a stab! I told him I did not want to
see him and it was. Then I thought of Valerie. I had lied, had
fucked and she was limited to say a little 'petting. How does it sound
different, "he kissed me" with "we kissed." I ran to her and found her in
tears. He said that what he had done was something
mechanical, physical, and aided by the unwanted drowsiness. He asked me to
forgive and forget. I did. In the end we were together for a few months.
From there, after four years of happy engagement, without doubts and jealousies, there
married. The dream of a lifetime!
Today, the wound does not burn anymore.
No. .. not that.
(Continued)
MY HUSBAND
Dear computer, today,
despite being Sunday, I am in office. I'm here to do some 'of
something extraordinary and raise payroll. I saw my face
husband when I was getting dressed this morning. He wanted to take me and fuck me,
about to mark their territory. I wonder what he thinks now, maybe I am
by enjoying some nice links as a cow. Yet I'm here alone
speaking to a computer! Sure, there are all my colleagues and I have already
heard their jokes, "you saw the Vale today?, has a bigger ass
than usual, "said the goalkeeper to George in a loud voice, for sure
hoping that I felt. I then stepped up the pace and still sculettato
more. Their eyes were almost palpable! Seemed to want to raise the
my miniskirt and rummaging below! That cool!
Yesterday I was talking to my ex,
Luke, I told you how we have never managed to have a relationship
anal.
We are now in confidence and I realized how much I like
writing about sex.
I might as well tell you my first time (in the ass
I mean :-))
So ... Once upon a time ...
no, not fables. Let
you talk about John. It was a good friend of my husband, until one night, after
need to have it hosted, I do not find myself in bed. Was
All day he was at my house and although there were my
parents, almost always talked about sex. I told him about a talking
couple of my summer escapades, as when, for example, in a holiday
my friend we made acquaintance with two guys and how my friend does not
lost no time in our house decided to invite them to fuck off
cheerfully. I never betrayed Sandro before, but while Ross fucking
in his room with that guy, I could not stay dry. I
assentai for a quick shower and I turned out like that, not
even remember the name, I opened the robe and let myself go. The
sex was not anything special except that the genre "quickie
with whore "was something that made me hurl.
He was a kind
"Lifeguard Balestra, probably had never read a book to life
his, but he knew how to use well. I picked it up quickly and I fucked her
Cum mouth. Something like that, spontaneously and without entanglements.
I saw that my stories were horny but it never came to Gianni
what would have happened on the night.
It must have been at least 2 when I
I had just fallen asleep. Half asleep I started to feel something
I touched, which went under the sheet and I touched her thighs. Was
summer and slept with a baby doll and without panties. I woke up
and suddenly I was the hand of John that I taped over your mouth. "Hush,
quiet and good, I understood that you know you wanted to taste my cock, and now
I'll take it all or do you prefer to tell which of your Sandro
avventurette a whore in heat? ". I was shaking like a leaf while
the other hand touched me with force and brutality. I jumped on holding on
Always my mouth shut. He lowered his pants and pulled out his cock beginning
to menarselo. "Now I leave my mouth, but if you wake up screaming and your will
cocks. "I did mention that he understood. She removed her hand from her mouth to feel me
Tit. "Um, Sandy was right, you're a nice sorchetta" The
I said it was a pig, a pig bastard, but he laughed and continued to
touch me. "So you like, listen here, you're all wet." He was right the
asshole. I hated him deeply but I was almost exciting. He finished
take off your panties and put it inside me. She went in without any friction. There
I had a large and soggy. I was doing behind a stupid fuck
blackmail. And I liked it. He came almost immediately and thank goodness that already took the
pill. "So, did you like this huge rod?", "Go away, go away
now! ".
He went away leaving me grinning and full of his cum.
In silence, alone, I waited a few minutes and began to touch me. About Me
hand is wet with sperm from the pig that I had just come
inside. Enjoyed as never before, and while I enjoyed his fingers tasted
semen, honed my fingers, picked it up with the tip of the tongue, and
I kept sditalinarmi the trigger. I'll be coming at least three occasions.
The
Next morning I was a shit. I wanted to see Sandra and tell him of his
bell'amico. I had to be careful, I did not want to lose him but even that
Gianni get away.
After having spoken without the courage
to tell him all the way down, he called John. I was terrified, I thought
who told him that pork all that I had told him. But
Fortunately Gianni stammered an apology and chose to disappear, confirming the
that was a great coward.
There are times when a woman does crazy things,
against his being, and when you put something in his head No one can do
change your mind. It was at this point that the slut in me wanted to go out and
take a ride.
Basically yes Gianni was an asshole, but he also had a
bat pretty good and the ice was already broken.
I decided to give a farewell and
forgive him for the stunt.
Phone: "Hello John, That is, I knew that
have you talked to Sandra ... Of course he's pissed off, what did you ...? is not
my fault, not you feel stupid ... let's talk a moment, I'll be with you in
a Oretta ... do not worry, your friend will be just left there
let's chat, .... Yes hello, see you later "
I got ready quickly.
I had a pair of stockings, a clear micro, were comfortable with the body
white lace. Then a light skirt, sweater and shoes chicks
neckline. It would have been only for this time.
Citofonai already excited. I
waiting at the door. I whispered, "Hello, were you just a bitch"
I asked him why was speaking so softly. "I'm still with Leonardo, he was
going on. "
"Nice, Leonardo." He showed him a piece of fig-like
I had never seen. Beautiful, beautiful like the sun. Moro, blue eyes,
T-shirt a bit 'of boron, black spruce, with a chest to cry.
"You have to
be Valentina, Gianni I was just talking about you. "John looked
between the question and pissed off.
"Yes she is," said Hans aloud,
"It 's the first one that has sex and then, sorry, all the drafts on
boy. "A burst of anger took me instantly, I go to
Gianni angry but I took her arm: "Stop, I was only
telling about how you horny. From stay with us, maybe play a
bit '. "How was jerk! But the word game, so innocent and childlike,
pronounced like that, do challenge took me in an instant thoughts
unspeakable.
My dear diary, I know now that this file ends in
basket because what I am about to tell is probably the most nasty and
perverse that I've ever done.
John turned to me and kissed me deeply,
with any language that I could kiss that I returned to him,
tight as to make him feel my tits. I began to lead a
with bowl of hard to hear anything that was not long at all. He
accompanied my pelvis grabbing the buttocks with his hands, then I
accompanied her to the couch. I sat down and continuing to kiss him if the friend
sat down. I was in half when Leonardo, this attizzante
Unknown began to massage her tits. Fuck was I doing? With two
men, soaked to capacity, spread my legs to touch me. Those
massage pussy, tits and ass sent me to heaven and lasted a lifetime.
I stretched my hands to look for members of those two. Loosing frantically
their draw to get them out. Double masturbation, double fuck, double
lust. His mouth went from one language to another while those smanacciavo
sticks of meat. I was possessed.
Leonardo made me turn and as he did
I took off my skirt (finally). I unzipped the body and put it dentro.Quasi
I did not feel as I was drenched. While I fucked like a Leonardo
bitch I felt his balls banging on my pussy and I was left with nothing to
do than to swallow the cock of Gianni. What fun!
"So you see
you're a slut, "I said hoarsely:" Yeah, that bitch, that cow and me
put it back in your mouth. "Tell him also that your boyfriend?", "No, no,
but go on, please. "approaches orgasm when Leonardo said
"I also sucks now." I felt senses fail, I recovered immediately, I
I turned and gave the change at that frenetic pace. Leonardo's cock
knew of my pussy and now I wanted to go splashing in the mouth. But Gianni
I was fucking doggy style as I wanted, but he began to lick
Job insalivated the little hole for good. He stuck a finger, then two. Then
I put it in her pussy and continued to widen the anus with your fingers. "That's cool,
I feel my cock that fucks you. "
It seemed to take two
simultaneously pussy and ass. It was at that moment that I turned
the miracle: Gianni took it dripping from my pussy and slipped it
straight in the ass. He entered at once, without effort, almost softly.
"You also see his ass broke! What Puttanona that has taken my friend!"
I could tell who was the first time but I was at the game: "Yes it is ..
everything off, it's all yours, push push, you make me feel like a bum
bitch! "I was beside myself and actually felt that I had always
taken in the back. Gianni left. Nah, I thought. But with a gesture I
Leonardo for a long lie down on the couch and climbed over a.. as
say ?.... smorzacandela! He began to ride me and Gianni has read in
thought to make even the bottom of the ass. This second input I
It hurt but from this point on the memories, the first such clear and
defined, are confused and unfocused. All I remember is a unique feeling,
be fucked by two cocks together, a double penetration as you can see
only in the movies. Then a hot sketch on the back. I also enjoyed
Gianni while at the same time also the stallion that I had in Pussy
began to pulse until everything felt warmer. I slumped on Leonardo
and said in a faint voice: "Nice to know ya 'burst out
laugh and after a few minutes I got up sore and dripping.
There
clothed without speaking but smiling and satisfied. I wonder who was that
"Leo" and if I would ever see.
Fasten the top button of my
fru-fru sweater I gave her a kiss on both: "Hello guys, it was
very nice, Hello John, I do not know if we'll meet again. "He nodded and walked me
the door.
Since then I got happy and peaceful marriage and the
first child.
If my husband came to know of this story if you do not know
horny like a horse or I would leave instantly.
Maybe with him
I still can not let go as sometimes I would. Maybe I do not want
let me know that he (and after what I told God forbid).
But I do sharer of my thoughts and my fantasies, it would
the most exciting thing in the world do some pork with him!
Maybe
one day ...
Office.
Okay that children are grandparents and I have a better
free morning to myself. But you could bring the same children
grandmother and dedicate ourselves to something spicy. I remember that
Once in the shower. How wonderful to see her face full of Valentina
drops of water and semen. E 'was perhaps the only time that has been made
squirt in her mouth. Or when you're done taking pictures, my way
course: Bra, Thong and that body of transparent nylon. Then I
sent the photos to a web site as an amateur and I'm horny
crazy to read the comments from visitors: Your wife is a big pussy
write to meet three, I would suck my dick that troiona
your wife, etc. ....
Obviously today is dressed as a large output
figona. One time was in office and now in suit short skirt and thong.
Not that I mind but sometimes I wish that you did just fine for me
to make me horny and before going to bed together. Not only when it goes on
office.
If I complete that I got for christmas. Black Bustiers
with suspenders. A fairy tale. He wore only once. Great fucking and
then you are no longer seen. But where the heck have made? The thought is that
Underwear, drawers in the room and the urge to rummage
into his stuff. I know you do not, but ...
I begin to open drawers,
My hands slide underwear, bras, thongs, ... that I never
Having regard to ..., how much stuff intimate, porcelain, rummaging through his stuff gives me a
sense of the forbidden that makes me harden the chapel, here is a box, open it,
black stockings, the kind with the line behind, and with a rhinestone ankle
that bitch, even socks and then here it is, down at the bottom, it is more beautiful and
exciting as I remembered. He was so down that seemed hidden. E
if he had worn without me? There is something wrong with that? NO, but I
would piss off the same. The smell, I try to see if its smell is
there, what I'm doing dreary, and almost do not feel anything I'm disappointed.
I thought to find? The smell of a wet pussy horny that the
panties and then he placed in position? What an idiot.
Yet I still
think, to doubt. It 's true that Sunday overtime and good
that is not an obligation to go there, but because in loincloths? What a stupid example
are a male. Small and petty.
A flash in my head goes
Valentina, an image of Valentino. I see it while leaning against the
office desk you beat by two colleagues, maybe not so much
stalwart and beautiful or not so young. This particular excites me
why would a woman of her more slutty. Then imagine that
down on the floor, on all fours and takes one in her mouth and one in
sheep. In this whirlwind of thoughts, for no reason I can think of
Gianni.
Gianni was a dear friend, his high school classmate and boyfriend
lot of time with my sister. I say he was my friend, because you are not
behaved just like that.
I remember the morning when Valentina (not
was still my wife) told me what happened the night before.
Gianni
had returned from holiday leaving the house keys at the hotel where
staying. Parents would come back the next day and Valentina
(Indeed, the mother) offered him a job at John for the night.
We dined at all
Valentina's house and greeted her at midnight to go home.
Obviously I made a few jokes, told her not to give confidence to
Gianni, do not touch the pea and various nonsense. John was already there
in the afternoon and told me not to worry that much if it was already
Brush up after lunch. And down with silly laughter.
Valentina the morning after
was shaken, shaken. Do not take me long to realize that something was wrong.
He spoke ill of John, said that he could be trusted, which
would have swept the girl's brother. I incazzai! What was
happened? Valentina voleve tell me that? I insisted to know and she told me
that he had made strange speeches .... Then a long silence ... not
had only talked, but he had kissed her. But not only that he had only kissed ...
had also touched. I started screaming, pissed off like an animal
I said I wanted to go find it right away but I pulled up and asked Valentina
to do nothing. After all he loved me and was just a moment.
I then had to swear not to talk anymore.
It was not easy and after a few
day I called. "I know you already know everything," he said, "Yes .. if you are to me
friend now really want to hear your version, "I said fell on
a feeling of friendship which I do not give a shit more. "I do not know
that came over me, "he said" the parents were asleep, I got up from the couch
living room and went to her, I approached and we kissed, then
we did it, I'm sorry. "What a stab! I told him I did not want to
see him and it was. Then I thought of Valerie. I had lied, had
fucked and she was limited to say a little 'petting. How does it sound
different, "he kissed me" with "we kissed." I ran to her and found her in
tears. He said that what he had done was something
mechanical, physical, and aided by the unwanted drowsiness. He asked me to
forgive and forget. I did. In the end we were together for a few months.
From there, after four years of happy engagement, without doubts and jealousies, there
married. The dream of a lifetime!
Today, the wound does not burn anymore.
No. .. not that.
(Continued)
MY HUSBAND
Dear computer, today,
despite being Sunday, I am in office. I'm here to do some 'of
something extraordinary and raise payroll. I saw my face
husband when I was getting dressed this morning. He wanted to take me and fuck me,
about to mark their territory. I wonder what he thinks now, maybe I am
by enjoying some nice links as a cow. Yet I'm here alone
speaking to a computer! Sure, there are all my colleagues and I have already
heard their jokes, "you saw the Vale today?, has a bigger ass
than usual, "said the goalkeeper to George in a loud voice, for sure
hoping that I felt. I then stepped up the pace and still sculettato
more. Their eyes were almost palpable! Seemed to want to raise the
my miniskirt and rummaging below! That cool!
Yesterday I was talking to my ex,
Luke, I told you how we have never managed to have a relationship
anal.
We are now in confidence and I realized how much I like
writing about sex.
I might as well tell you my first time (in the ass
I mean :-))
So ... Once upon a time ...
no, not fables. Let
you talk about John. It was a good friend of my husband, until one night, after
need to have it hosted, I do not find myself in bed. Was
All day he was at my house and although there were my
parents, almost always talked about sex. I told him about a talking
couple of my summer escapades, as when, for example, in a holiday
my friend we made acquaintance with two guys and how my friend does not
lost no time in our house decided to invite them to fuck off
cheerfully. I never betrayed Sandro before, but while Ross fucking
in his room with that guy, I could not stay dry. I
assentai for a quick shower and I turned out like that, not
even remember the name, I opened the robe and let myself go. The
sex was not anything special except that the genre "quickie
with whore "was something that made me hurl.
He was a kind
"Lifeguard Balestra, probably had never read a book to life
his, but he knew how to use well. I picked it up quickly and I fucked her
Cum mouth. Something like that, spontaneously and without entanglements.
I saw that my stories were horny but it never came to Gianni
what would have happened on the night.
It must have been at least 2 when I
I had just fallen asleep. Half asleep I started to feel something
I touched, which went under the sheet and I touched her thighs. Was
summer and slept with a baby doll and without panties. I woke up
and suddenly I was the hand of John that I taped over your mouth. "Hush,
quiet and good, I understood that you know you wanted to taste my cock, and now
I'll take it all or do you prefer to tell which of your Sandro
avventurette a whore in heat? ". I was shaking like a leaf while
the other hand touched me with force and brutality. I jumped on holding on
Always my mouth shut. He lowered his pants and pulled out his cock beginning
to menarselo. "Now I leave my mouth, but if you wake up screaming and your will
cocks. "I did mention that he understood. She removed her hand from her mouth to feel me
Tit. "Um, Sandy was right, you're a nice sorchetta" The
I said it was a pig, a pig bastard, but he laughed and continued to
touch me. "So you like, listen here, you're all wet." He was right the
asshole. I hated him deeply but I was almost exciting. He finished
take off your panties and put it inside me. She went in without any friction. There
I had a large and soggy. I was doing behind a stupid fuck
blackmail. And I liked it. He came almost immediately and thank goodness that already took the
pill. "So, did you like this huge rod?", "Go away, go away
now! ".
He went away leaving me grinning and full of his cum.
In silence, alone, I waited a few minutes and began to touch me. About Me
hand is wet with sperm from the pig that I had just come
inside. Enjoyed as never before, and while I enjoyed his fingers tasted
semen, honed my fingers, picked it up with the tip of the tongue, and
I kept sditalinarmi the trigger. I'll be coming at least three occasions.
The
Next morning I was a shit. I wanted to see Sandra and tell him of his
bell'amico. I had to be careful, I did not want to lose him but even that
Gianni get away.
After having spoken without the courage
to tell him all the way down, he called John. I was terrified, I thought
who told him that pork all that I had told him. But
Fortunately Gianni stammered an apology and chose to disappear, confirming the
that was a great coward.
There are times when a woman does crazy things,
against his being, and when you put something in his head No one can do
change your mind. It was at this point that the slut in me wanted to go out and
take a ride.
Basically yes Gianni was an asshole, but he also had a
bat pretty good and the ice was already broken.
I decided to give a farewell and
forgive him for the stunt.
Phone: "Hello John, That is, I knew that
have you talked to Sandra ... Of course he's pissed off, what did you ...? is not
my fault, not you feel stupid ... let's talk a moment, I'll be with you in
a Oretta ... do not worry, your friend will be just left there
let's chat, .... Yes hello, see you later "
I got ready quickly.
I had a pair of stockings, a clear micro, were comfortable with the body
white lace. Then a light skirt, sweater and shoes chicks
neckline. It would have been only for this time.
Citofonai already excited. I
waiting at the door. I whispered, "Hello, were you just a bitch"
I asked him why was speaking so softly. "I'm still with Leonardo, he was
going on. "
"Nice, Leonardo." He showed him a piece of fig-like
I had never seen. Beautiful, beautiful like the sun. Moro, blue eyes,
T-shirt a bit 'of boron, black spruce, with a chest to cry.
"You have to
be Valentina, Gianni I was just talking about you. "John looked
between the question and pissed off.
"Yes she is," said Hans aloud,
"It 's the first one that has sex and then, sorry, all the drafts on
boy. "A burst of anger took me instantly, I go to
Gianni angry but I took her arm: "Stop, I was only
telling about how you horny. From stay with us, maybe play a
bit '. "How was jerk! But the word game, so innocent and childlike,
pronounced like that, do challenge took me in an instant thoughts
unspeakable.
My dear diary, I know now that this file ends in
basket because what I am about to tell is probably the most nasty and
perverse that I've ever done.
John turned to me and kissed me deeply,
with any language that I could kiss that I returned to him,
tight as to make him feel my tits. I began to lead a
with bowl of hard to hear anything that was not long at all. He
accompanied my pelvis grabbing the buttocks with his hands, then I
accompanied her to the couch. I sat down and continuing to kiss him if the friend
sat down. I was in half when Leonardo, this attizzante
Unknown began to massage her tits. Fuck was I doing? With two
men, soaked to capacity, spread my legs to touch me. Those
massage pussy, tits and ass sent me to heaven and lasted a lifetime.
I stretched my hands to look for members of those two. Loosing frantically
their draw to get them out. Double masturbation, double fuck, double
lust. His mouth went from one language to another while those smanacciavo
sticks of meat. I was possessed.
Leonardo made me turn and as he did
I took off my skirt (finally). I unzipped the body and put it dentro.Quasi
I did not feel as I was drenched. While I fucked like a Leonardo
bitch I felt his balls banging on my pussy and I was left with nothing to
do than to swallow the cock of Gianni. What fun!
"So you see
you're a slut, "I said hoarsely:" Yeah, that bitch, that cow and me
put it back in your mouth. "Tell him also that your boyfriend?", "No, no,
but go on, please. "approaches orgasm when Leonardo said
"I also sucks now." I felt senses fail, I recovered immediately, I
I turned and gave the change at that frenetic pace. Leonardo's cock
knew of my pussy and now I wanted to go splashing in the mouth. But Gianni
I was fucking doggy style as I wanted, but he began to lick
Job insalivated the little hole for good. He stuck a finger, then two. Then
I put it in her pussy and continued to widen the anus with your fingers. "That's cool,
I feel my cock that fucks you. "
It seemed to take two
simultaneously pussy and ass. It was at that moment that I turned
the miracle: Gianni took it dripping from my pussy and slipped it
straight in the ass. He entered at once, without effort, almost softly.
"You also see his ass broke! What Puttanona that has taken my friend!"
I could tell who was the first time but I was at the game: "Yes it is ..
everything off, it's all yours, push push, you make me feel like a bum
bitch! "I was beside myself and actually felt that I had always
taken in the back. Gianni left. Nah, I thought. But with a gesture I
Leonardo for a long lie down on the couch and climbed over a.. as
say ?.... smorzacandela! He began to ride me and Gianni has read in
thought to make even the bottom of the ass. This second input I
It hurt but from this point on the memories, the first such clear and
defined, are confused and unfocused. All I remember is a unique feeling,
be fucked by two cocks together, a double penetration as you can see
only in the movies. Then a hot sketch on the back. I also enjoyed
Gianni while at the same time also the stallion that I had in Pussy
began to pulse until everything felt warmer. I slumped on Leonardo
and said in a faint voice: "Nice to know ya 'burst out
laugh and after a few minutes I got up sore and dripping.
There
clothed without speaking but smiling and satisfied. I wonder who was that
"Leo" and if I would ever see.
Fasten the top button of my
fru-fru sweater I gave her a kiss on both: "Hello guys, it was
very nice, Hello John, I do not know if we'll meet again. "He nodded and walked me
the door.
Since then I got happy and peaceful marriage and the
first child.
If my husband came to know of this story if you do not know
horny like a horse or I would leave instantly.
Maybe with him
I still can not let go as sometimes I would. Maybe I do not want
let me know that he (and after what I told God forbid).
But I do sharer of my thoughts and my fantasies, it would
the most exciting thing in the world do some pork with him!
Maybe
one day ...
Monday, November 8, 2010
Sunday, September 26, 2010
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"Mr. Sanders. My name is Max McCarthy. I'm head of recruiting here at our western region and I'd like to meet with you to discuss a business proposal."
Dave had heard of the Agency and it had all been favorable.
"I'm sorry, but I've already committed myself to Trayback and Northrup."
"Did you sign a contract?"
"No, sir... but my word is good."
"Then I would urge you to at least meet with me."
"Well, I must admit I'm a bit curious as to why me when there are others more qualified."
"All the more reason to meet with me."
"Okay, Mr. McCarthy. I'll meet... but I must warn you. I have no intentions of changing my mind."
"That's fine, Mr. Sanders. Would nine o'clock tomorrow morning be alright with you?"
"Sure."
"Then I'll have a limousine pick you up in front of your apartment at 8:30 tomorrow morning."
"Alright then," Dave replied before ending the call.
A limo?! Dave thought with excitement. Just how much money would the Agency throw at him?! Trayback and Northrup had already offered $200,000... Would the Agency go higher?
II.
Gina Templeton felt exhausted. She had just finished her two week notice at Hamilton & Son and had a week off before starting her new position. She fumed at how Hamilton & Son wasted her talent as they had her do research on a case file five years old. When Gina entered her apartment and turned her light on, someone grabbed her arm and pierced her skin with a needle.
"Owwwwwww," she responded and whoever it was that grabbed her, let her go. "What the hell is going on?!" she demanded with anger as she glared at two well dressed men standing in her kitchen... and it was about then when she felt the dizziness.
"What... what did you do to me?" she asked as she grabbed a chair in front of her.
"Look, lady, I'm told the feeling is rather pleasant if you don't fight it," one of the men said and Gina would have fallen if the other man hadn't caught her.
Then the next thing she knew, she was being picked up and carried into the living room and placed carefully on the couch. Gina could hear what the men said and see them when they came into her line of vision, but she couldn't talk nor move.
"Yes, sir. Ms. Templeton is under this very second," she heard one of the men tell someone. She figured he was talking on a cell phone.
Gina thought she should have been frightened, but the emotion simply didn't surface. Then one of the men picked her up and carried her towards her bedroom and she thought to herself that they were going to rape her... but even that didn't seem to frighten her.
The man gently placed Gina down on her bed and began stripping her. Seconds later, she was down to her bra and bikini panties. Then the man unsnapped her bra, exposing her rather large breasts. She blushed as she saw the men gawk at them.
"You sure are beautiful," one of the men commented, and Gina turned beet red with embarrassment.
"You're going to make some guy real happy," the same man told her and she wondered what he meant by it.
What are you going to do to me? she wanted to ask them.
Gina then felt herself being shifted onto her front which caused her to wince in pain. Her breasts were too large to be on her stomach. Then she positioned her on her knees whereas it took the weight off her breasts and then secured her wrists and ankles to the corners of the bed frame.
They see all of me, she realized with acute embarrassment, and this caused her to groan. Then she was further embarrassed when she felt how wet she was becoming and wondered why something like this would excite her.
"Don't feel too embarrassed," one of the men chuckled, adding, "You'd be surprised at how many girls react the same way you do when you're placed in this position."
"Yeah, the Doc says it has to do with that natural submissiveness females feel sexually," the other man stated.
III.
Tom Cyr smiled as he gazed down at the lovely young lawyer. She was stunningly beautiful... and absolute knockout. This Dave Sanders fellow was really in for quite a treat. Tom scanned over Ms. Templeton's case file and saw where Sanders had dated the girl for a few months nearly four years ago... but their paths hadn't crossed since. They had met in one of their law classes and Ms. Templeton broke off their relationship when she felt Sanders became too controlling. How ironic, he thought with a chuckle.
Tom opened up his briefcase which contained three syringes. Each of them possessed a micro computer chip that would alter the way Ms. Templeton viewed life. Tom smiled at how far the Agency had come over the past decade, remembering at one time how it took seven syringes. Quickly, but most proficiently, Tom inserted the chips into the girl. These chips acted as both receiver and transmitter, and now that they were inserted into the girl's lower back, the girl's g-spot, and the girl's brain... she was ready for conditioning. Tom opened up his laptop and punched in the combination key to check the girl's current profile.
Name: Gina Marie Templeton
Age: 27
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 126 lbs
Measurements: 36-23-34
Breast Size: D cup
Hair: Dark Brown
Eyes: Dark Brown
Complexion: Dark features.
Tom ran a program and waited patiently for the numbers to fill.
IQ: 122
Passiveness: 1.4 of 10.
Aggressiveness: 7.9 of 10.
Sexuality: 5.1 of 10.
Inhibitions: 8.6 of 10.
Attraction Level to Males with appealing looks: 7.2 of 10.
Attraction Level to Females with appealing looks: 0.8 of 10.
Attraction to David Sanders: 6.1 of 10.
Tom pressed the edit button and began typing.
IQ: 122
Passiveness: 8.0 of 10.0
Aggressiveness: 1.0 of 10.0
Sexuality: 10.0 of 10.0
Inhibitions: 5.0 of 10.0
Attraction Level to Males with appealing looks: 0.0 of 10.0
Compliance to Agency's management: 10.0 of 10.0
Attraction Level to attractive females under key word association: 10.0 of 10.0
Attraction Level to attractive females while not under key word association: 5.0 of 10.0
Key Words in exact sequence: Gina Marie Honey
Perpetual Attraction Level to David Sanders specifically: 10.0 of 10.0
Tom reread the changes and then ran the program again, and then smiled. Gina would wake up with brand new desires but she would still need to read her prescribed books in order for her conditioning to be complete.
IV.
Gina opened her eyes with a smile. Then she remembered and turned beet red as she bolted upright in her bed. She turned and saw a different man, and like the others, he was well dressed.
"How do you feel?" the man asked her.
"What happened to me?" she asked, hating the fact that she was still naked.
The man pulled out his wallet and showed her his identification. She read where the man was from the Agency. *So what?* she wondered.
"Now, answer my question," the man told her.
"I... I feel horny," she stammered, shocked at her disclosure which caused her to turn red.
"Yes, you might as well get used to that."
"Why?" Gina asked, not understanding.
"Come out to the living room with me," the man commanded, prompting Gina to get off the bed and follow the man to her living room. She felt relieved to see that the other men had gone.
"My name is Doctor Cyr and it's important you do as I say."
"Yes, sir," she replied, automatically, and again this caused her to blush.
"Sit on your couch."
Gina did as she was told and it was then she saw the book.
Standard Rules of an Agency Girl
"Read it thoroughly and then get some sleep. Tomorrow morning at 7:30 a limousine will pick you up."
"Yes, sir," she responded and without hesitating, she opened the book abd began to read. She didn't even notice the man leaving.
Was this for real?! A woman must always act and feel female... A woman is no longer allowed to wear slacks or jeans unless granted permission... A woman must always wear feminine clothing to enhance her attractiveness.*
V.
Dave smiled when he saw that the limo driver was a gorgeous dark haired beauty with an incredible pair of tits... and then was blown away when yet another beautiful girl, this one a blonde, came out to meet him outside the Agency building. The girl introduced herself as Tracy, Mr. McCarthy's personal assistant, and she led the way.
Dave found himself totally captivated with the girl and wondered if she were still in her teens. Then as he was led through the administrative area, he saw that the entire staff was made up of beauty.
"So nice to meet you, Mr. Sanders," Mr. McCarthy greeted him with a firm handshake.
"Likewise, Mr. McCarthy," Dave replied with a smile.
Mr. McCarthy then turned to Tracy. "Go retrieve Ms. Templeton and have her wait outside my office."
"Yes, sir," Tracy replied in a professional demeanor.
"Please, Mr. Sanders. Take a seat," Mr. McCarthy encouraged, gesturing.
"Thank you, sir," Dave replied, "And I must say... you have quite an attractive place here."
"Ah yes, Mr. Sanders. One of our prerequisites," Mr. McCarthy replied, chuckling.
"I must admit I'm intrigued and you have my undivided attention."
"Then I'll get right to the point... I've been authorized to offer you a base salary at a half million dollars and an additional half million for an expense account."
Dave's eyes lit up, stunned. "I... I can't believe it."
"There's also a signing bonus," Mr. McCarthy added, and then he picked up his phone. "Tracy, please send Ms. Templeton in with the contract."
Moments later a beautiful young woman with long dark curly hair entered the office. In addition to her beauty, she wore a business suit that looked tight on her. What it did was emphasize her voluptuous curves. The woman carried some documents in her hand and placed them on Mr. McCarthy's desk.
"Gina!" Dave suddenly called out, recognizing her. Gina flinched before she turned to him and then her face lit up with shock before it turned into something else. "It's great to see you!" Dave added, smiling.
"Yes, sir," Gina replied as she turned red.
Dave turned back to Mr. McCarthy, confused.
"Gina Templeton is your signing bonus," Mr. McCarthy stated.
"Signing bonus...? I... I don't understand," Dave responded, even more confused.
"Gina is your personal secretary in addition to anything else you want her to be."
Dave paused a moment to try and decipher the words and then looked back at Gina, who stood there with downcast eyes.
"Miss Templeton?"
"Yes, sir," Gina replied to Mr. McCarthy in her most professional demeanor.
"You may go back to your reading."
"Yes, sir," Gina replied and then she smiled weakly at Dave before he turned and left. Dave couldn't help but steal one last glance at her before she departed.
"You'll have to excuse her behavior. We collected her last night so she is still undergoing a transitional phase in her conditioning."
"Collected her...? Conditioning?!"
"Are you ready to sign?"
"Yes, sir," Dave finally said and then picked up the pen. He signed without reading the contract.
"Welcome aboard, Dave!" Mr. McCarthy proclaimed with a huge smile on his face. "Please understand that you are now an employee of the most powerful organization on the planet."
"Yes, sir," Dave replied, nervously.
"For today, I'd like to become acclimated to your new surroundings. Your office has a doorway to your own personal bedroom and please note that Gina is not only your own personal secretary, but she's also your own personal slave. Feel free to make use of her charms whenever you wish and let me know if you ever find yourself tiring of her. It is a simple matter to redirect her desires elsewhere while you select yourself a new slave."
"Is Gina aware that she's been turned into a slave?" Dave asked, hesitantly.
"All the girls are aware... and Gina is no exception. The only thing she didn't know until seeing you was who her Master would be."
"Is Tracy your..."
"Yes... and just like Gina is programmed specifically to you, Tracy is programmed specifically to me."
Dave nodded in amazement.
"I'd also like you to appreciate the fact that this isn't easy on the girls. You'll find it'll be less stressful for them if you keep them busy and well fucked. I fuck Tracy in the morning, afternoon, and before I leave for the day in order to alleviate her constant desire for me. I also allow her to masturbate up to three times during the evening, which also helps to a certain degree. Lately, I've been contemplating giving her a female lover to slake her desires."
"Is Tracy bi?" Dave asked.
"At the moment, no... but if I choose to go that route, she will be."
"This is incredible!"
"Yes."
"But how is this possible?"
"Science has provided us a more advanced technology than you could ever imagine."
"I wouldn't mind more specifics," Dave responded with interest.
"Computer technology has allowed us the means of controlling the chemicals that dictate a girl's emotions, among other things. The bottom line is that through a specific combination of frequencies, we can trigger a girl's desires."
"This is more like science fiction."
"What we do is very real... and very permanent."
"You mean once you've turned a girl there is no turning back?!"
"We can redirect desires which allows us to transfer ownership... we can even add new desires to a girl whose already been conditioned, but we can't eliminate what has already been done."
"Amazing..."
"At the moment, Gina is reading a book on how to be an effective secretary. The words she reads become her new reality and as a result she becomes a very proficient secretary."
"What other books do you have?"
"Our library is pretty extensive and it continues to grow."
"Mind boggling."
"At the moment, Gina is benefiting from the standard package. This means she's only passive when you command it."
"Are you saying she can still resist me?"
"Not at all. She'll undoubtedly become angry but she can't disobey you... nor anyone else on the management team."
"Any time a person identifies themselves as management, they will show you their identification. Tracy will provide you your ID when we are done talking."
"The Gina I remember was always feisty. Has this changed?"
"No difference unless you reprimand her. She's your sub now and cannot disobey you. If you want her to walk around the office buck naked she'd do so. Her mind would recognize it as wrong and there would be some embarrassment, but she would do it because of her overpowering need to please you."
"She was extremely bright..."
"She still maintains her high IQ but now her intelligence is for your benefit."
"And she's attracted to me?"
"That would be an understatement. Gina's sexual desire for you activated the second she saw you. She's yours and only yours. She can't even get turned on with another guy. Right this second she's at her desk reading about her new role while fighting an intense need to be with you. You own her body and soul and although she hasn't been told this outright, she will gradually come to understand this."
"Are you saying I'm the only living person on this planet that she is capable of getting off with?"
"The only male. Part of her standard conditioning allows her to respond to other females."
"Did Tracy get the standard conditioning?"
"No. But that's because I handpicked her and specifically supervised her turning."
"So, Gina is bi now?"
"Only when she hears you specifically say the magic words."
"Huh?"
"It was quite easy to lift your voice-print from our phone call yesterday... so, when she hears you say the magic words, a latent lesbian desire surfaces. We include this in the standard package so Gina can enjoy those threesome you might want to indulge in and also to give yourself a break."
"Do you seriously think I'd tire of her?" Dave asked with amazement.
"Gina needs you to fuck her at least twice a day. If you go out of town and you can't take Gina with you... or you don't want to take her with you... then she'll need an outlet to satisfy those needs of hers. Triggering those lesbian desires will allow this outlet."
"This is all so incredible," Dave responded with a grin.
"Just say the words Gina Marie Honey and she'll instantly desire to have sex with other girls... use the same words to turn her desire off."
"How did I ever deserve this?"
"In due time... now, go enjoy Gina."
VI.
Gina sat at her new desk reading. Her desk was located outside David's office. At least I'm close to him she thought to herself and then blushed at pathetic she was being. She didn't understand what had been done to make her this way but she knew she was powerless to resist the strange desires coursing through her.
I'm going to be his fucking secretary she thought with dismay, and hated the fact that this thought made her wet with desire rather than angry. Intellectually, she knew he looked the same as he always did... but something had drastically changed. Now she saw David as the most gorgeous man on the earth.
David!
"Sir!" she cried out enthusiastically.
"Hi there Gina," David responded with a huge smile on his handsome face. Never did she think that sexual desire could be so powerful.
"Are you almost done your reading?"
"Yes, sir... just a few more pages," she replied, gazing up at him like he was a god.
"When you're done, come see me," he told her and then disappeared into his office.
"Yes, sir," Gina whispered, stealing a glance of his butt. She knew that her intense need for David was artificial, but it was doing nothing to help her combat the feelings.
Gina forced herself to finish reading the book, knowing that the sooner she did so, the sooner she could go to him.
** ** ** **
"Whenever we're conducing professional business you are to address me as Mr. Sanders or sir."
"Yes, sir," Gina responded, professionally.
"Only when we're fucking or outside this office are you allowed to address me as Dave or David... and be your usual feisty self."
"Yes, sir," Gina whispered, unabashedly surprised.
"Go through that door over there and strip naked."
"Yes, sir," Gina replied and then rushed to comply.
Gina didn't even hesitate when she started to take off her clothes. The fact that David was about to rape her, on the huge circular king-sized bed in front of her, should have disturbed her... but instead she was so wet for him, her panties stuck to her sticky pussy.
"You're so beautiful," David commented upon seeing her.
Gina beamed back at David from the compliment. Part of her wished she had the strength to lash out at him while the other was so fucking desperate for him.
"Why don't you climb onto the bed and play with yourself while you watch me undress," David suggested.
Gina quickly stretched out on the bed and then spread her legs to allow David a full view of wetness. Then, beet red with embarrassment, she began to fingering herself with her right hand while her left played with her enormous breasts. She could tell from the way David was staring at her that he wanted her almost as much as she needed him. Gina worked her fingers harder as she desperately tried to cum... and then she blushed when she remembered that she could finger-fuck herself forever and not climax because she needed David's permission first.
Gina gasped when David stripped off his underwear, exposing his beautiful cock. Never before had she seem a more beautiful thing in all her life.
Then David climbed on top of the bed and moved between her legs. The anticipation was killing her! Then Gina cried out when David thrust into her, a second before she exploded to an orgasm.
David continued to hammer in and out of her pussy like a jackhammer, eliciting one orgasm after another. Gina whimpered and groaned with the overload of endorphins while David continued to fuck her. It didn't stop until David spent himself in Gina's hungry pussy.
David slid out of Gina's pussy and got up off the bed. At first, Gina was too exhausted to move, but then she felt her hunger again and needed him again.
"I... I need you again. I need you inside of me again," she whispered, stunned at how much she needed him.
"Get me hard again and you can have me again," David told her, and this prompted Gina off the bed and on her knees before him. Without the slightest hesitation, Gina took David into her mouth and began sucking on him.
"You're good at this," David commented with a smile.
Gina blushed from the compliment, knowing what that might insinuate. But it didn't stop her from using her tongue to take in every delicious taste of him. Soon afterwards, David was hard again.
"Get up and bend over the bed," David commanded.
Gina quickly moved up off her knees and tried to anticipate the exact position David wanted her to be in.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," she groaned as David filled her.
VII.
David Sanders sat at his desk with a smile. He had sent Gina home for the day and told her he'd call her later tonight. He also told her to stay inside her apartment because he might want to drop in on her unannounced.
David picked up an interoffice memo from his basket and read it.
Mr. Sanders: We understand you may want more of a personal staff in addition to Gina, so please shop around and be selective. You still might want a maid, a cook, a girl friend, etc. Just let us know who they are and we'll take care of the rest.
David shook his head with utter amazement. Despite Gina giving him the best fuck of his life... times three... he could feel himself getting hard again. The fact that he could have any girl he chose was absolutely incredible. The women were his for the taking. All he had to do was give The Agency the girl's name and she'd be waiting for him at his doorstep. David glanced at the time and saw that it was past 5:00 p.m. A couple of girls were still working and he waved goodbye to them as he closed his office door. They responded in a professional manner underlined with subservience and he continued to find this all so incredible.
Dave had heard of the Agency and it had all been favorable.
"I'm sorry, but I've already committed myself to Trayback and Northrup."
"Did you sign a contract?"
"No, sir... but my word is good."
"Then I would urge you to at least meet with me."
"Well, I must admit I'm a bit curious as to why me when there are others more qualified."
"All the more reason to meet with me."
"Okay, Mr. McCarthy. I'll meet... but I must warn you. I have no intentions of changing my mind."
"That's fine, Mr. Sanders. Would nine o'clock tomorrow morning be alright with you?"
"Sure."
"Then I'll have a limousine pick you up in front of your apartment at 8:30 tomorrow morning."
"Alright then," Dave replied before ending the call.
A limo?! Dave thought with excitement. Just how much money would the Agency throw at him?! Trayback and Northrup had already offered $200,000... Would the Agency go higher?
II.
Gina Templeton felt exhausted. She had just finished her two week notice at Hamilton & Son and had a week off before starting her new position. She fumed at how Hamilton & Son wasted her talent as they had her do research on a case file five years old. When Gina entered her apartment and turned her light on, someone grabbed her arm and pierced her skin with a needle.
"Owwwwwww," she responded and whoever it was that grabbed her, let her go. "What the hell is going on?!" she demanded with anger as she glared at two well dressed men standing in her kitchen... and it was about then when she felt the dizziness.
"What... what did you do to me?" she asked as she grabbed a chair in front of her.
"Look, lady, I'm told the feeling is rather pleasant if you don't fight it," one of the men said and Gina would have fallen if the other man hadn't caught her.
Then the next thing she knew, she was being picked up and carried into the living room and placed carefully on the couch. Gina could hear what the men said and see them when they came into her line of vision, but she couldn't talk nor move.
"Yes, sir. Ms. Templeton is under this very second," she heard one of the men tell someone. She figured he was talking on a cell phone.
Gina thought she should have been frightened, but the emotion simply didn't surface. Then one of the men picked her up and carried her towards her bedroom and she thought to herself that they were going to rape her... but even that didn't seem to frighten her.
The man gently placed Gina down on her bed and began stripping her. Seconds later, she was down to her bra and bikini panties. Then the man unsnapped her bra, exposing her rather large breasts. She blushed as she saw the men gawk at them.
"You sure are beautiful," one of the men commented, and Gina turned beet red with embarrassment.
"You're going to make some guy real happy," the same man told her and she wondered what he meant by it.
What are you going to do to me? she wanted to ask them.
Gina then felt herself being shifted onto her front which caused her to wince in pain. Her breasts were too large to be on her stomach. Then she positioned her on her knees whereas it took the weight off her breasts and then secured her wrists and ankles to the corners of the bed frame.
They see all of me, she realized with acute embarrassment, and this caused her to groan. Then she was further embarrassed when she felt how wet she was becoming and wondered why something like this would excite her.
"Don't feel too embarrassed," one of the men chuckled, adding, "You'd be surprised at how many girls react the same way you do when you're placed in this position."
"Yeah, the Doc says it has to do with that natural submissiveness females feel sexually," the other man stated.
III.
Tom Cyr smiled as he gazed down at the lovely young lawyer. She was stunningly beautiful... and absolute knockout. This Dave Sanders fellow was really in for quite a treat. Tom scanned over Ms. Templeton's case file and saw where Sanders had dated the girl for a few months nearly four years ago... but their paths hadn't crossed since. They had met in one of their law classes and Ms. Templeton broke off their relationship when she felt Sanders became too controlling. How ironic, he thought with a chuckle.
Tom opened up his briefcase which contained three syringes. Each of them possessed a micro computer chip that would alter the way Ms. Templeton viewed life. Tom smiled at how far the Agency had come over the past decade, remembering at one time how it took seven syringes. Quickly, but most proficiently, Tom inserted the chips into the girl. These chips acted as both receiver and transmitter, and now that they were inserted into the girl's lower back, the girl's g-spot, and the girl's brain... she was ready for conditioning. Tom opened up his laptop and punched in the combination key to check the girl's current profile.
Name: Gina Marie Templeton
Age: 27
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 126 lbs
Measurements: 36-23-34
Breast Size: D cup
Hair: Dark Brown
Eyes: Dark Brown
Complexion: Dark features.
Tom ran a program and waited patiently for the numbers to fill.
IQ: 122
Passiveness: 1.4 of 10.
Aggressiveness: 7.9 of 10.
Sexuality: 5.1 of 10.
Inhibitions: 8.6 of 10.
Attraction Level to Males with appealing looks: 7.2 of 10.
Attraction Level to Females with appealing looks: 0.8 of 10.
Attraction to David Sanders: 6.1 of 10.
Tom pressed the edit button and began typing.
IQ: 122
Passiveness: 8.0 of 10.0
Aggressiveness: 1.0 of 10.0
Sexuality: 10.0 of 10.0
Inhibitions: 5.0 of 10.0
Attraction Level to Males with appealing looks: 0.0 of 10.0
Compliance to Agency's management: 10.0 of 10.0
Attraction Level to attractive females under key word association: 10.0 of 10.0
Attraction Level to attractive females while not under key word association: 5.0 of 10.0
Key Words in exact sequence: Gina Marie Honey
Perpetual Attraction Level to David Sanders specifically: 10.0 of 10.0
Tom reread the changes and then ran the program again, and then smiled. Gina would wake up with brand new desires but she would still need to read her prescribed books in order for her conditioning to be complete.
IV.
Gina opened her eyes with a smile. Then she remembered and turned beet red as she bolted upright in her bed. She turned and saw a different man, and like the others, he was well dressed.
"How do you feel?" the man asked her.
"What happened to me?" she asked, hating the fact that she was still naked.
The man pulled out his wallet and showed her his identification. She read where the man was from the Agency. *So what?* she wondered.
"Now, answer my question," the man told her.
"I... I feel horny," she stammered, shocked at her disclosure which caused her to turn red.
"Yes, you might as well get used to that."
"Why?" Gina asked, not understanding.
"Come out to the living room with me," the man commanded, prompting Gina to get off the bed and follow the man to her living room. She felt relieved to see that the other men had gone.
"My name is Doctor Cyr and it's important you do as I say."
"Yes, sir," she replied, automatically, and again this caused her to blush.
"Sit on your couch."
Gina did as she was told and it was then she saw the book.
Standard Rules of an Agency Girl
"Read it thoroughly and then get some sleep. Tomorrow morning at 7:30 a limousine will pick you up."
"Yes, sir," she responded and without hesitating, she opened the book abd began to read. She didn't even notice the man leaving.
Was this for real?! A woman must always act and feel female... A woman is no longer allowed to wear slacks or jeans unless granted permission... A woman must always wear feminine clothing to enhance her attractiveness.*
V.
Dave smiled when he saw that the limo driver was a gorgeous dark haired beauty with an incredible pair of tits... and then was blown away when yet another beautiful girl, this one a blonde, came out to meet him outside the Agency building. The girl introduced herself as Tracy, Mr. McCarthy's personal assistant, and she led the way.
Dave found himself totally captivated with the girl and wondered if she were still in her teens. Then as he was led through the administrative area, he saw that the entire staff was made up of beauty.
"So nice to meet you, Mr. Sanders," Mr. McCarthy greeted him with a firm handshake.
"Likewise, Mr. McCarthy," Dave replied with a smile.
Mr. McCarthy then turned to Tracy. "Go retrieve Ms. Templeton and have her wait outside my office."
"Yes, sir," Tracy replied in a professional demeanor.
"Please, Mr. Sanders. Take a seat," Mr. McCarthy encouraged, gesturing.
"Thank you, sir," Dave replied, "And I must say... you have quite an attractive place here."
"Ah yes, Mr. Sanders. One of our prerequisites," Mr. McCarthy replied, chuckling.
"I must admit I'm intrigued and you have my undivided attention."
"Then I'll get right to the point... I've been authorized to offer you a base salary at a half million dollars and an additional half million for an expense account."
Dave's eyes lit up, stunned. "I... I can't believe it."
"There's also a signing bonus," Mr. McCarthy added, and then he picked up his phone. "Tracy, please send Ms. Templeton in with the contract."
Moments later a beautiful young woman with long dark curly hair entered the office. In addition to her beauty, she wore a business suit that looked tight on her. What it did was emphasize her voluptuous curves. The woman carried some documents in her hand and placed them on Mr. McCarthy's desk.
"Gina!" Dave suddenly called out, recognizing her. Gina flinched before she turned to him and then her face lit up with shock before it turned into something else. "It's great to see you!" Dave added, smiling.
"Yes, sir," Gina replied as she turned red.
Dave turned back to Mr. McCarthy, confused.
"Gina Templeton is your signing bonus," Mr. McCarthy stated.
"Signing bonus...? I... I don't understand," Dave responded, even more confused.
"Gina is your personal secretary in addition to anything else you want her to be."
Dave paused a moment to try and decipher the words and then looked back at Gina, who stood there with downcast eyes.
"Miss Templeton?"
"Yes, sir," Gina replied to Mr. McCarthy in her most professional demeanor.
"You may go back to your reading."
"Yes, sir," Gina replied and then she smiled weakly at Dave before he turned and left. Dave couldn't help but steal one last glance at her before she departed.
"You'll have to excuse her behavior. We collected her last night so she is still undergoing a transitional phase in her conditioning."
"Collected her...? Conditioning?!"
"Are you ready to sign?"
"Yes, sir," Dave finally said and then picked up the pen. He signed without reading the contract.
"Welcome aboard, Dave!" Mr. McCarthy proclaimed with a huge smile on his face. "Please understand that you are now an employee of the most powerful organization on the planet."
"Yes, sir," Dave replied, nervously.
"For today, I'd like to become acclimated to your new surroundings. Your office has a doorway to your own personal bedroom and please note that Gina is not only your own personal secretary, but she's also your own personal slave. Feel free to make use of her charms whenever you wish and let me know if you ever find yourself tiring of her. It is a simple matter to redirect her desires elsewhere while you select yourself a new slave."
"Is Gina aware that she's been turned into a slave?" Dave asked, hesitantly.
"All the girls are aware... and Gina is no exception. The only thing she didn't know until seeing you was who her Master would be."
"Is Tracy your..."
"Yes... and just like Gina is programmed specifically to you, Tracy is programmed specifically to me."
Dave nodded in amazement.
"I'd also like you to appreciate the fact that this isn't easy on the girls. You'll find it'll be less stressful for them if you keep them busy and well fucked. I fuck Tracy in the morning, afternoon, and before I leave for the day in order to alleviate her constant desire for me. I also allow her to masturbate up to three times during the evening, which also helps to a certain degree. Lately, I've been contemplating giving her a female lover to slake her desires."
"Is Tracy bi?" Dave asked.
"At the moment, no... but if I choose to go that route, she will be."
"This is incredible!"
"Yes."
"But how is this possible?"
"Science has provided us a more advanced technology than you could ever imagine."
"I wouldn't mind more specifics," Dave responded with interest.
"Computer technology has allowed us the means of controlling the chemicals that dictate a girl's emotions, among other things. The bottom line is that through a specific combination of frequencies, we can trigger a girl's desires."
"This is more like science fiction."
"What we do is very real... and very permanent."
"You mean once you've turned a girl there is no turning back?!"
"We can redirect desires which allows us to transfer ownership... we can even add new desires to a girl whose already been conditioned, but we can't eliminate what has already been done."
"Amazing..."
"At the moment, Gina is reading a book on how to be an effective secretary. The words she reads become her new reality and as a result she becomes a very proficient secretary."
"What other books do you have?"
"Our library is pretty extensive and it continues to grow."
"Mind boggling."
"At the moment, Gina is benefiting from the standard package. This means she's only passive when you command it."
"Are you saying she can still resist me?"
"Not at all. She'll undoubtedly become angry but she can't disobey you... nor anyone else on the management team."
"Any time a person identifies themselves as management, they will show you their identification. Tracy will provide you your ID when we are done talking."
"The Gina I remember was always feisty. Has this changed?"
"No difference unless you reprimand her. She's your sub now and cannot disobey you. If you want her to walk around the office buck naked she'd do so. Her mind would recognize it as wrong and there would be some embarrassment, but she would do it because of her overpowering need to please you."
"She was extremely bright..."
"She still maintains her high IQ but now her intelligence is for your benefit."
"And she's attracted to me?"
"That would be an understatement. Gina's sexual desire for you activated the second she saw you. She's yours and only yours. She can't even get turned on with another guy. Right this second she's at her desk reading about her new role while fighting an intense need to be with you. You own her body and soul and although she hasn't been told this outright, she will gradually come to understand this."
"Are you saying I'm the only living person on this planet that she is capable of getting off with?"
"The only male. Part of her standard conditioning allows her to respond to other females."
"Did Tracy get the standard conditioning?"
"No. But that's because I handpicked her and specifically supervised her turning."
"So, Gina is bi now?"
"Only when she hears you specifically say the magic words."
"Huh?"
"It was quite easy to lift your voice-print from our phone call yesterday... so, when she hears you say the magic words, a latent lesbian desire surfaces. We include this in the standard package so Gina can enjoy those threesome you might want to indulge in and also to give yourself a break."
"Do you seriously think I'd tire of her?" Dave asked with amazement.
"Gina needs you to fuck her at least twice a day. If you go out of town and you can't take Gina with you... or you don't want to take her with you... then she'll need an outlet to satisfy those needs of hers. Triggering those lesbian desires will allow this outlet."
"This is all so incredible," Dave responded with a grin.
"Just say the words Gina Marie Honey and she'll instantly desire to have sex with other girls... use the same words to turn her desire off."
"How did I ever deserve this?"
"In due time... now, go enjoy Gina."
VI.
Gina sat at her new desk reading. Her desk was located outside David's office. At least I'm close to him she thought to herself and then blushed at pathetic she was being. She didn't understand what had been done to make her this way but she knew she was powerless to resist the strange desires coursing through her.
I'm going to be his fucking secretary she thought with dismay, and hated the fact that this thought made her wet with desire rather than angry. Intellectually, she knew he looked the same as he always did... but something had drastically changed. Now she saw David as the most gorgeous man on the earth.
David!
"Sir!" she cried out enthusiastically.
"Hi there Gina," David responded with a huge smile on his handsome face. Never did she think that sexual desire could be so powerful.
"Are you almost done your reading?"
"Yes, sir... just a few more pages," she replied, gazing up at him like he was a god.
"When you're done, come see me," he told her and then disappeared into his office.
"Yes, sir," Gina whispered, stealing a glance of his butt. She knew that her intense need for David was artificial, but it was doing nothing to help her combat the feelings.
Gina forced herself to finish reading the book, knowing that the sooner she did so, the sooner she could go to him.
** ** ** **
"Whenever we're conducing professional business you are to address me as Mr. Sanders or sir."
"Yes, sir," Gina responded, professionally.
"Only when we're fucking or outside this office are you allowed to address me as Dave or David... and be your usual feisty self."
"Yes, sir," Gina whispered, unabashedly surprised.
"Go through that door over there and strip naked."
"Yes, sir," Gina replied and then rushed to comply.
Gina didn't even hesitate when she started to take off her clothes. The fact that David was about to rape her, on the huge circular king-sized bed in front of her, should have disturbed her... but instead she was so wet for him, her panties stuck to her sticky pussy.
"You're so beautiful," David commented upon seeing her.
Gina beamed back at David from the compliment. Part of her wished she had the strength to lash out at him while the other was so fucking desperate for him.
"Why don't you climb onto the bed and play with yourself while you watch me undress," David suggested.
Gina quickly stretched out on the bed and then spread her legs to allow David a full view of wetness. Then, beet red with embarrassment, she began to fingering herself with her right hand while her left played with her enormous breasts. She could tell from the way David was staring at her that he wanted her almost as much as she needed him. Gina worked her fingers harder as she desperately tried to cum... and then she blushed when she remembered that she could finger-fuck herself forever and not climax because she needed David's permission first.
Gina gasped when David stripped off his underwear, exposing his beautiful cock. Never before had she seem a more beautiful thing in all her life.
Then David climbed on top of the bed and moved between her legs. The anticipation was killing her! Then Gina cried out when David thrust into her, a second before she exploded to an orgasm.
David continued to hammer in and out of her pussy like a jackhammer, eliciting one orgasm after another. Gina whimpered and groaned with the overload of endorphins while David continued to fuck her. It didn't stop until David spent himself in Gina's hungry pussy.
David slid out of Gina's pussy and got up off the bed. At first, Gina was too exhausted to move, but then she felt her hunger again and needed him again.
"I... I need you again. I need you inside of me again," she whispered, stunned at how much she needed him.
"Get me hard again and you can have me again," David told her, and this prompted Gina off the bed and on her knees before him. Without the slightest hesitation, Gina took David into her mouth and began sucking on him.
"You're good at this," David commented with a smile.
Gina blushed from the compliment, knowing what that might insinuate. But it didn't stop her from using her tongue to take in every delicious taste of him. Soon afterwards, David was hard again.
"Get up and bend over the bed," David commanded.
Gina quickly moved up off her knees and tried to anticipate the exact position David wanted her to be in.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," she groaned as David filled her.
VII.
David Sanders sat at his desk with a smile. He had sent Gina home for the day and told her he'd call her later tonight. He also told her to stay inside her apartment because he might want to drop in on her unannounced.
David picked up an interoffice memo from his basket and read it.
Mr. Sanders: We understand you may want more of a personal staff in addition to Gina, so please shop around and be selective. You still might want a maid, a cook, a girl friend, etc. Just let us know who they are and we'll take care of the rest.
David shook his head with utter amazement. Despite Gina giving him the best fuck of his life... times three... he could feel himself getting hard again. The fact that he could have any girl he chose was absolutely incredible. The women were his for the taking. All he had to do was give The Agency the girl's name and she'd be waiting for him at his doorstep. David glanced at the time and saw that it was past 5:00 p.m. A couple of girls were still working and he waved goodbye to them as he closed his office door. They responded in a professional manner underlined with subservience and he continued to find this all so incredible.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Ass story
Kimberly was waiting in a nightgown when he came out of
the master bath. Before letting her by to have her own shower,
he hugged her. "Happy anniversary, darling," he said.
"Happy anniversary, John."
He held a bottom cheek in each hand and squeezed gently while
they kissed. She often complained of secretarial spread. A
supportive husband, he applauded each attempt at reduction.
(Actually, he enjoyed watching some of the exercises.) Still, he
thought, she needn't bother; he loved the softness of her
bottom.
- = -
She felt John's hands on her butt and his firmness against her
body. "Des is still here," she warned. Saturday morning or not,
fourteenth anniversary or not, they had to see their daughter off
to day camp before they began that sort of anniversary
celebration.
"Mom, come quick," Des called as if on cue. John shrugged
into his robe.
"Second, darling," she called and reached for her own.
Des was in her room watching her fish tank. That had been the
major gift for her thirteenth birthday. They'd had their doubts,
but it was quite a success. Where they had feared that she would
only feed the betta for maybe five days, five months later she
was still providing all the care. Indeed, Des knew more about
fish care by this time than either of her parents.
She knew more about fish in general, too. But she lacked her
mother's empathy -- Kim hoped -- for this particular situation.
The male was wrapped around the new female. Suddenly two tiny
things emerged from the female. The male dived after them and
captured them in his mouth.
"Mom," said Des, "he's eating them."
"No, darling, watch!" The fish swam up to a bunch of bubbles
above him. He spat the eggs into the bubbles. That's one reason
they had chosen to let her have the second betta. Des had begun
her cycle a few months previously. Let her start learning about
the birds and the bees with fish. "You could hardly expect him
to hold his babies in his arms, could you? The fish use their
mouths to hold things." Still, when he wrapped himself around
his mate, he didn't look like he was being tender. Non-human
things didn't have the sensitivity that John had shown. More
than she'd wanted really.
They'd had a small reception after the ceremony. The
families had managed to be quite friendly, really. Her
sister, never friendly, having declined the invitation.
Some of them had kept some rice, though, until the end
of the reception; she and John were laughing and
shedding rice all the way up the stairs to their new
apartment. She combed her fingers through her hair in
the doorway. He kissed her when the door was safely
closed. It wasn't his first kiss of the evening, that
had been the end of the ceremony; and clinking of
glasses had called for many more during the reception.
Still, this one lasted even longer, and his tongue
probed instead of just visiting the tip of hers.
When he stepped back, the bed seemed to dominate the
room. They'd already tried it out, but this time
everybody knew. (Not that it had been a particularly
well-kept secret; Des had spoiled that.) She looked
away from it into his face.
"Oh, Kim," he said. He kissed her again. When they
separated, she ducked into the bathroom. Once she'd
used the facilities, she came face to face with a
decision. They were going to sleep naked, they'd
discussed that. Should she walk out undressed? She
decided against that, but did remove her pantyhose
instead of pulling them up. After a moment, she took
off her panties as well. She pulled her skirt back on.
How often had John seen her in a skirt? Not many times.
There was nowhere to put the underclothes. She walked
out with them in her hand.
John greeted her with another kiss. This time his hands
went to the buttons on her blouse. When he was done
with those, she broke to put it on a hanger and her
underclothes over a chair. He moved behind her to get
the bra snaps. He kissed the back of her head while
smoothing his hands over her sides and up to her
breasts.
"Not fair," she said, and started on his clothes. When
he was down to underpants, he unsnapped her skirt. He
bent over to lower it gently so she could step out of
it. Probably, he was as aware as she was that it would
be years before they'd be able to afford to replace
clothes of this quality.
"Oh Darling!" he said when her mound came into sight.
He couldn't have avoided noticing her underpants in her
hand and on the back of the chair. Still, he was
reacting nicely.
He kissed her there, kissed her again on the belly.
Then he rose to kiss her full on the lips. He turned
back the bed linens, and she climbed in.
"Do you think it shows?" she asked.
"No. Not when you're dressed. I have to look when
you're like this, and -- anyway -- I know." He knew;
their families knew -- even her damned sister --
especially her disapproving sister. Probably their
friends knew. She didn't say any of that, though. He
kissed her belly, climbed in, and kissed it again.
"Sweetness," he said.
She tugged at the elastic of his underpants. He kissed
her breasts before pushing his underpants down and
throwing them on the floor. He went back to kissing her
belly, all around the slight bulge, then lower into her
hair, and then lower again.
"Oh John!" she said. She tugged on his arms and spread
her legs. Suddenly, she wanted him inside.
"Oh yes," he said. But he stayed down there. He kissed
her right on her lower lips and licked between them.
"I want you inside," she said. She did want him inside,
and wanted his weight on top of her.
When he moved up in the bed and kissed her while
hovering over her, she reached for him. Despite her
feelings of expertise by now, they'd both were rather
new at this. She placed him in just the right place,
and he moved inward slowly and gently. "Oh, Kim," he
said. Then he moved out and back almost all the way
in.
She wanted more, wanted him to fill her up. Well, he
had already filled her up, but she desired another
filling. Then he turned them mostly onto their sides.
She gripped him with her thighs. Soon his hand snuck
down between them. "Oh, Kim," he said again. And it
was Oh! It was lovely. And he drove into her and out of
her, and he caressed her at her most sensitive point
Then he kissed her softly at just the right time so that
she gasped into his mouth.
He followed a moment later, pulsing in her, filling her
again with his hot sperm.
Even at his most passionate moments, he'd been gentler than
the fish was. He'd been more protective of the baby. He'd
really been more protective than he'd needed to be. And, when
Des was being born, he'd sweated bullets. She'd never asked
whether he'd been worrying about Des or about her. Probably,
knowing her husband, about both.
- = -
He should see this, though. The fish was carrying the eggs in
his mouth. John would enjoy seeing another protective parent.
Des figured out that Pat and Mike were doing it. She wished
she hadn't called her mom. She'd thought that she'd moved Mike
into Pat's tank too soon and that he was fighting. They were
called fighting fish -- all the articles warned aginst
moving the female in too soon. Still, there wasn't any way to
tear her eyes away. They were doing it. She just wanted to
watch them by herself. Wasn't her mom embarrassed? And then,
when it couldn't get worse, it did.
"John," her mom called, "you have to see this!"
- = -
He found his family watching the fish, watching another family
apparently. One fish squeezed the eggs out of the other and then
carried them up to the nursery. Then he -- fairly clearly it was
he -- did it again. They were starting a family with three of
another species looking on. Still, they should be used to the
audience, if they could see them. Des spent hours watching them.
And the worst way to start a family felt pretty good. He could
remember.
The cast party was uproariously happy. Fitting in had
been his hardest role, much harder than he'd had
onstage. Angela had offered them a ride to Kim's place.
Prof. Drake stopped him on the way out. "Wonderful
performance, John," he said. "Can't I persuade you to
change majors?"
"Professor, I'm a junior." And what role would he get
as a theater arts major the next year? They weren't
going to do "The Emperor Jones."
Angela dropped Dave and Annette off first. "Thanks,
Angela," Dave said. "Forgive me?"
"Not till after the last performance. But you were a
great Iago." He and Kim murmured agreement.
"And you were a wonderful Desdemona," Kim said as the
doors closed behind the couple.
"Thanks, Kim. But we know who was the star of the
evening."
For some reason that comment, kindly intended from a
friend, broke the facade he had maintained throughout
the party. "A triumph," he said, "of typecasting. Did
you hear Drake? I wouldn't have even been considered if
they had had a black male in theater arts."
"There's Desmond," Kim said.
"Desmond," Angela said before he could, "is not an
Othello."
"Look," Kim said, "casting is one thing. But the fact
is that your performance was a triumph tonight. You
worked hard; you did well; I was proud of you."
"I'm glad," he said, not even trying to sound glad.
"Now, kids," Angela said, "be good. This is a night for
celebration, not for argument." She laughed. "Be good.
And if you can't be good, be careful. And if you can't
be careful...."
"We'll name it after you," Kim had finished.
Not that they had been anywhere close to that. (But, back
then, they had hidden where they stopped from their friends even
more carefully than they had hidden what they did from their
parents.)
"Kimberly," he gasped. She kissed him, and then the car
was stopped at the door to her apartment house.
Melissa was gone; she and Kim had some sort of
arrangement. He kissed Kim for a while in the tiny
living room. Soon, they moved into her bedroom. He
unzipped her dress while kissing her deeply. She moved
away to hang up the dress and slip. He took the
opportunity to slip off his shoes, putting the socks
inside them next to the bedroom door. She took her
shoes and pantyhose off as well. He had to bend even
further to kiss her like that.
"I got two playbills this evening," she said. The play
had been a university production -- theater arts hadn't
owned it. And the University maintained a print shop.
Two playbills on one ticket wasn't been that much
cheating. "I think that I will send one to my mom."
And the playbill had included an excellent (if small)
photo of him.
"How you communicate with your parents is your
decision." Indeed, it was her issue. She wanted his
race not to matter, but it did -- it had for every
minute of his life. It would matter to her parents.
Well, the photo would take care of that.
Then she lay down, and that was much more comfortable.
He kissed all over her face, then her neck -- carefully
avoiding suck marks. When he kissed down her chest,
she'raised herself so he could reach her bra strap. Her
breasts were so white, and the nipples so pink. He
arched over her, kissing them while she unbuttoned his
shirt. After he'd thrown the shirt and tee-shirt
towards the back of a chair, they shared the longest
kiss. Tongue met tongue; skin met skin; his clothed
legs pressed between her naked ones.
After he gave her breasts two quick kisses, she raised
her bottom while he pulled her panties down. The hair
down there was lighter than the hair on her head. The
sight was still delightful each time, the feel more so.
He rested on his left arm so that his mouth could move
from breast to breast while his fingers were busy
between her legs. "Oh, John," she gasped while pulling
his hand against her even more firmly. He pulled back
when she released him. Then he kissed the smooth
whiteness of her breasts while she got her breath back.
When it was her turn -- or maybe his turn, she stripped
him and hung his trousers on the back of a chair and
tossed his shorts onto the seat. She stopped, though,
with him in her hand. The feeling was exquisite, but he
knew he wasn't going to get off with her holding still.
"Do you think," she said, "like Angela said, we
could...? Could we be careful?"
"Oh, darling," he said. He scrabbled to get the wallet
from his trousers and the condom he had kept there for
months from the wallet.
And darling she'd been, and darling she still was. He reached
out a hand to caress her bottom. Still watching the fish, she
reached back and removed his hand. She held it in hers. Well,
he'd take what he could get. He squeezed the hand, and she
squeezed back. Des, presumably oblivious to her parents, was
staring raptly into the fish tank. She should be oblivious to
her parents' squeezing hands; she was totally oblivious to their
orders. The male now swam back to the female and squeezed her
again. In sympathy, John squeezed Kim's hand. He got a squeeze
back, which was more than the fish got.
Still, Kim had always been demonstrative.
When he got the condom on, he started to kiss her
breasts again. He intended to get her excited all over
again before attempting entry. She, however, broke them
apart to kiss him deeply. Then she lay back with her
legs spread apart. While he wondered whether that meant
what it seemed to mean, she reached over to gasp him.
"Now, John," she said "now!"
"Kimberly, darling Kimberly," he said, climbing between
her legs. She placed him at the spot and pulled. He
pressed forward, but it didn't go in. He pressed
harder.
"Do it," she said and clawed his bottom with her other
hand. Suddenly, he passed whatever block there had
been. Even through the rubber, he felt her heat. She
was incredibly there, all around him.
When he was fully in her, pressed against her mound, he
stopped. "Are you all right?" he asked. She didn't
look all right. Inches from his face, hers was screwed
up in a grimace.
"Go, on," she' said. And he did. The first withdrawal
produced friction sweeter than any he had ever given
himself, sweeter even than her hands had given him.
Then he pushed forward again, pushed through slippery
tightness, pushed into his love. Soon he sped up; the
tension driving him in and out at an ever faster pace.
Then he thrust into her harder than even the first
stroke. He erupted into her warmth, and shot and shot.
"Oh, darling," he said minutes later. He gathered
enough energy to kiss her and withdraw. He fell onto
his back beside her. His eyes turned to the center of
his sensation.
His cock was naked, except for his juices and a ring of
rubber around the base. "Oh, Kim!" he said.
She obviously was looking at the same place. "Next
time," she said, "I take care of the precautions."
His head was a mishmash of contradictory emotions. He'd
done it; he'd goofed; he felt wonderfully drained; he
felt awfully guilty; he loved her; she'd said "next
time"!
The fish spat out an egg towards the nest. He squeezed Kim's
hand again. The buzzer sounded; somebody was at the door. While
he went to answer it, Des dived for her shoes. Justin was
downstairs, and his father was in the car.
"It's Justin," he called. "Shall I ask him up to watch your
fish?" The kids would be late; Justin's father would have to
park the car, not so easy in this neighborhood. Still this was
an event.
- = -
"Daddy!" How could her dad think she'd invite a boy up to
watch her fish having sex. She'd long ago learned that her
parents were clueless, but that clueless?
"Breakfast!" said her mom. Food was her first priority.
"Skip it." They would be late.
"I'll make you a sandwich." She'd take it. It was faster
than arguing. Actually, she knew, she'd eat it. Her mom gave
her two meatloaf sandwiches as she got to the door. They were in
a freezer bag, and they were cut in halves. Her mom would cut
sandwiches if the house was on fire. Still, it would make
sharing with Justin easier.
"Thanks, mom," she said. "Can you put Mike back in her tank?
Bye, dad."
"Love you," they both called as she ran down the stairs.
- = -
John listened carefully until he heard the door at the foot of
the stairs click. Then he closed and locked the apartment door.
"And I love you, too." He kissed Kim deeply, exploring the
familiar mouth with his tongue. He pulled her against him by
that lovely bottom . Then, for good measure, he moved his hands
up her sides to her breasts.
"Got to move the fish," said Kim after pulling away. "And
then I have to shower. Des will be gone for hours, we can take
our time."
"I don't mind taking our time. I just want to kiss my wife."
He did again. Kim, despite her words, cooperated in the kiss.
This time her hands were on his bottom; her tongue licked
his. She broke away, though. He followed her back to Des's
room.
"Now," she said, "which one is Mike?"
"The male, probably. 'Pat' can be either gender." Of course,
telling the sexes apart isn't easy with fish. One of them darted
at the other. Kim netted the escapee with the small tool that
Des used for that purpose. In seconds, she had returned it to
its own tank. She headed for their room and the bathroom beyond
it.
He headed down the hall to the kitchen. Real French toast was
a treat. He could mix up the coating now and heat up the pan
whenever they wanted to eat.
- = -
She took her time in the shower. She put jelly on the
diaphragm and inserted it. Once again, she was thankful that
they had taken an apartment with two baths. She could store what
she wanted in this medicine cabinet without worrying about
explaining it to Des.
She put on the robe but not the nightgown. She knew what he
would want; for that matter, she wanted it too. They never made
too big a public fuss about their wedding anniversary, less than
six months before Des's corresponding birthday. Since their
celebrations were private, they celebrated what they privately
enjoyed about being married.
John was lying in bed when she got out of the bathroom. The
clothes he'd worn so briefly were piled on his dresser. "You
aren't dressed," she said. "What if I want to go out to eat as
an anniversary celebration?"
"Which celebration do you want? A diner breakfast, or dinner
in a Thai restaurant? Besides, the French toast is ready except
for the bread."
"Well, it is time for breakfast." She turned towards the
bedroom door.
"You don't intend to eat in your bathrobe, do you?"
"If you're going to be like that...." She removed the robe
without revealing herself to his gaze. Then, slowly, she moved
it around so that he got a view of her from behind. Slowly she
pranced towards the door.
He laughed. "Someday, I'm going to let you go. I'd love to
see you frying French toast with all that skin exposed."
"Well, now that you mention it, that would be dangerous. I
suppose I have to go back to bed." Slowly, she turned
around.
"Woman, you are still beautiful." She had never been
beautiful. She had long ago lost the youthful prettiness which
had characterized her when they had first met.
"I wasn't beautiful when you married me."
"All brides are beautiful. My bride was more beautiful than
most, and beautiful in places I haven't seen in other
brides."
She climbed into bed and gave him a kiss. "I love how you
talk. I don't believe it, but I love it."
He tossed the covers down and kicked them off. They were
lying beside each other wearing nothing but their rings. He
kissed her ring finger. "Thank you for accepting me."
She kissed his mouth again, this time her tongue entered it.
His met it, and the two tasted each other. "Thank you for
proposing to me."
She came to him with her worries. His answer was
immediate. "Will you marry me?" After she'd accepted,
he continued. "If you're right, it should be as soon as
practical. If you are wrong, we'll need to plan better.
Either way, you said 'yes.' I'll hold you to that
unless you take it back."
Now he said, "You were so clever with that fishnet." He
kissed her fingers one by one; then he kissed her left palm; then
he kissed her right palm. He continued up her wrist.
"Always thinking," she said. She kissed his forehead.
"The way you nourished Des." He kissed her right breast, then
the left. He sucked and licked at that nipple until she felt
even the right one harden.
"Way back then, I was so proud when you strode the stage and
people were hanging on your every word." She kissed his mouth.
He petted her thighs while they prolonged that kiss.
"The first year, your schooling interrupted, Des still a baby,
you walked miles every day waiting on those tables." Well, she
had worked with other organs, too; but she appreciated his kisses
on her thighs. The licks and sucks down there sent thrills up to
her belly.
"Your tongue has always thrilled me," she said. He came up in
the bed to rest on his elbows on both sides of her arms. She
kissed his mouth and sucked on his tongue. His erection was
pressed between their bellies. Her nipples were firm against his
chest.
"And," John said, "you gave me Desdemona." He kissed her
nether lips before his tongue licked where their baby had come
out. The game of thanks was over; now came serious business.
One hand played with her breast while the other roved over her
thigh and butt. He licked up, almost to her clitoris, and then
down. Despite their nakedness in the airconditioned apartment,
she wasn't cold. Indeed, all this attention was heating her
up.
He rubbed the bottoms of her outer lips against one another
while his tongue was licking all around her clitoris. When his
tongue finally found the spot, he inserted two fingers into her.
She planted her feet firmly on the bed and pushed her groin up to
meet his face.
She felt him moving his fingers inside her, felt them hit
paydirt. "Yes, John," she said. His fingers and tongue, even
his hand on her breast, were kindling flames deep inside her.
"Oh darling," she said.
Then, the flames burst within her, and she was too busy to
feel anything. It went on and on, taking more and more of her,
consuming her utterly. She arched mindlessly, writhing in
ecstasy.
Suddenly, it was over. She lay there gasping while John lay
with his head on her thigh. He clasped one butt cheek with the
hand that was down there.
"Oh love," she said finally.
"I love you," he responded.
She managed to sit up in bed. At her pressure on his
shoulder, he lay down flat. "And you," she said, "gave me
Desdemona." She rubbed her cheek against his chest on her way to
her target. His cock bobbed, knowing what was coming. She took
the head into her mouth, letting it go with a soft kiss. Already
firm, it arched upward after that kiss.
"And, long ago," he said, "you gave me yourself." This
comment was new. So was the second kiss to her now-tender
labia.
When he drew back, she turned onto her left side. He lay
behind her with his cock pressing against her. She raised up on
her elbow and reached her right hand down between her legs. She
helped him in. His entry was slow and gentle, filling her. She
was so full, so delightfully full.
He slid his arm under her to cup her left breast. He held her
right one for a moment before smoothing it down her ribs and
belly to her mound. He played with her hair there for a moment,
meanwhile moving in and out once.
When she raised her leg, he pressed his fingers against the
front of her labia. He kissed her shoulder and the back of her
neck. Then he stroked in and out slowly. Meanwhile, one hand
strummed her nipple while a finger of the other hand found her
clit.
She was close, so close. She could feel the tension build and
wondered briefly whether she felt different to him.
"I love you, Kim," he said. Which answered that question.
"Oh, Kim. Oh, Kim - ber - ly!" On his last drawn-out word, she
exploded. He sped, moving harder and faster within her
pulsating, red-hot, depths.
As she came down from her climax, she felt him pulsing within
her.
They lay quietly for some time, neither saying a word. She
could feel his breath on her back. She could feel him slowly
easing out of her. When he finally was out, she felt him drip a
trail of liquid down her thigh. Later, more liquid oozed out of
her and trailed down her left hip.
Whatever the mess, she was too content to move. She could lie
in his arms forever.
"A little while ago, I thought of Angela," John said. An odd
topic and one hell of a time to mention it.
"My sister," she said, "can roast in hell."
"She'd have to die first." Kim didn't see a problem there.
"But I mean the other one, the theater-arts major."
Now, there was a better person to think of. The other Angela
had come to visit when Des was only a few days old. "Oh, Kim,"
she'd said, "she's precious."
"You know," she continued, "I've been counting back."
All their friends had been, probably; none had mentioned
it before then. "You did, didn't you? Name her after
me?"
Kim didn't answer. Maybe she blushed. She thought to
explain why another Angela in her family would have been
unthinkable. But her guest didn't look put out, quite
the contrary. "Oh Kim! May I hold her?"
At a nod, she picked Des up, being careful to brace her
neck. She cradled her and cooed.
Yes, that Angela had deserved the name.
They lay content, thinking their own thoughts, until her
stomach rumbled. John laughed. "Breakfast?" he asked.
the master bath. Before letting her by to have her own shower,
he hugged her. "Happy anniversary, darling," he said.
"Happy anniversary, John."
He held a bottom cheek in each hand and squeezed gently while
they kissed. She often complained of secretarial spread. A
supportive husband, he applauded each attempt at reduction.
(Actually, he enjoyed watching some of the exercises.) Still, he
thought, she needn't bother; he loved the softness of her
bottom.
- = -
She felt John's hands on her butt and his firmness against her
body. "Des is still here," she warned. Saturday morning or not,
fourteenth anniversary or not, they had to see their daughter off
to day camp before they began that sort of anniversary
celebration.
"Mom, come quick," Des called as if on cue. John shrugged
into his robe.
"Second, darling," she called and reached for her own.
Des was in her room watching her fish tank. That had been the
major gift for her thirteenth birthday. They'd had their doubts,
but it was quite a success. Where they had feared that she would
only feed the betta for maybe five days, five months later she
was still providing all the care. Indeed, Des knew more about
fish care by this time than either of her parents.
She knew more about fish in general, too. But she lacked her
mother's empathy -- Kim hoped -- for this particular situation.
The male was wrapped around the new female. Suddenly two tiny
things emerged from the female. The male dived after them and
captured them in his mouth.
"Mom," said Des, "he's eating them."
"No, darling, watch!" The fish swam up to a bunch of bubbles
above him. He spat the eggs into the bubbles. That's one reason
they had chosen to let her have the second betta. Des had begun
her cycle a few months previously. Let her start learning about
the birds and the bees with fish. "You could hardly expect him
to hold his babies in his arms, could you? The fish use their
mouths to hold things." Still, when he wrapped himself around
his mate, he didn't look like he was being tender. Non-human
things didn't have the sensitivity that John had shown. More
than she'd wanted really.
They'd had a small reception after the ceremony. The
families had managed to be quite friendly, really. Her
sister, never friendly, having declined the invitation.
Some of them had kept some rice, though, until the end
of the reception; she and John were laughing and
shedding rice all the way up the stairs to their new
apartment. She combed her fingers through her hair in
the doorway. He kissed her when the door was safely
closed. It wasn't his first kiss of the evening, that
had been the end of the ceremony; and clinking of
glasses had called for many more during the reception.
Still, this one lasted even longer, and his tongue
probed instead of just visiting the tip of hers.
When he stepped back, the bed seemed to dominate the
room. They'd already tried it out, but this time
everybody knew. (Not that it had been a particularly
well-kept secret; Des had spoiled that.) She looked
away from it into his face.
"Oh, Kim," he said. He kissed her again. When they
separated, she ducked into the bathroom. Once she'd
used the facilities, she came face to face with a
decision. They were going to sleep naked, they'd
discussed that. Should she walk out undressed? She
decided against that, but did remove her pantyhose
instead of pulling them up. After a moment, she took
off her panties as well. She pulled her skirt back on.
How often had John seen her in a skirt? Not many times.
There was nowhere to put the underclothes. She walked
out with them in her hand.
John greeted her with another kiss. This time his hands
went to the buttons on her blouse. When he was done
with those, she broke to put it on a hanger and her
underclothes over a chair. He moved behind her to get
the bra snaps. He kissed the back of her head while
smoothing his hands over her sides and up to her
breasts.
"Not fair," she said, and started on his clothes. When
he was down to underpants, he unsnapped her skirt. He
bent over to lower it gently so she could step out of
it. Probably, he was as aware as she was that it would
be years before they'd be able to afford to replace
clothes of this quality.
"Oh Darling!" he said when her mound came into sight.
He couldn't have avoided noticing her underpants in her
hand and on the back of the chair. Still, he was
reacting nicely.
He kissed her there, kissed her again on the belly.
Then he rose to kiss her full on the lips. He turned
back the bed linens, and she climbed in.
"Do you think it shows?" she asked.
"No. Not when you're dressed. I have to look when
you're like this, and -- anyway -- I know." He knew;
their families knew -- even her damned sister --
especially her disapproving sister. Probably their
friends knew. She didn't say any of that, though. He
kissed her belly, climbed in, and kissed it again.
"Sweetness," he said.
She tugged at the elastic of his underpants. He kissed
her breasts before pushing his underpants down and
throwing them on the floor. He went back to kissing her
belly, all around the slight bulge, then lower into her
hair, and then lower again.
"Oh John!" she said. She tugged on his arms and spread
her legs. Suddenly, she wanted him inside.
"Oh yes," he said. But he stayed down there. He kissed
her right on her lower lips and licked between them.
"I want you inside," she said. She did want him inside,
and wanted his weight on top of her.
When he moved up in the bed and kissed her while
hovering over her, she reached for him. Despite her
feelings of expertise by now, they'd both were rather
new at this. She placed him in just the right place,
and he moved inward slowly and gently. "Oh, Kim," he
said. Then he moved out and back almost all the way
in.
She wanted more, wanted him to fill her up. Well, he
had already filled her up, but she desired another
filling. Then he turned them mostly onto their sides.
She gripped him with her thighs. Soon his hand snuck
down between them. "Oh, Kim," he said again. And it
was Oh! It was lovely. And he drove into her and out of
her, and he caressed her at her most sensitive point
Then he kissed her softly at just the right time so that
she gasped into his mouth.
He followed a moment later, pulsing in her, filling her
again with his hot sperm.
Even at his most passionate moments, he'd been gentler than
the fish was. He'd been more protective of the baby. He'd
really been more protective than he'd needed to be. And, when
Des was being born, he'd sweated bullets. She'd never asked
whether he'd been worrying about Des or about her. Probably,
knowing her husband, about both.
- = -
He should see this, though. The fish was carrying the eggs in
his mouth. John would enjoy seeing another protective parent.
Des figured out that Pat and Mike were doing it. She wished
she hadn't called her mom. She'd thought that she'd moved Mike
into Pat's tank too soon and that he was fighting. They were
called fighting fish -- all the articles warned aginst
moving the female in too soon. Still, there wasn't any way to
tear her eyes away. They were doing it. She just wanted to
watch them by herself. Wasn't her mom embarrassed? And then,
when it couldn't get worse, it did.
"John," her mom called, "you have to see this!"
- = -
He found his family watching the fish, watching another family
apparently. One fish squeezed the eggs out of the other and then
carried them up to the nursery. Then he -- fairly clearly it was
he -- did it again. They were starting a family with three of
another species looking on. Still, they should be used to the
audience, if they could see them. Des spent hours watching them.
And the worst way to start a family felt pretty good. He could
remember.
The cast party was uproariously happy. Fitting in had
been his hardest role, much harder than he'd had
onstage. Angela had offered them a ride to Kim's place.
Prof. Drake stopped him on the way out. "Wonderful
performance, John," he said. "Can't I persuade you to
change majors?"
"Professor, I'm a junior." And what role would he get
as a theater arts major the next year? They weren't
going to do "The Emperor Jones."
Angela dropped Dave and Annette off first. "Thanks,
Angela," Dave said. "Forgive me?"
"Not till after the last performance. But you were a
great Iago." He and Kim murmured agreement.
"And you were a wonderful Desdemona," Kim said as the
doors closed behind the couple.
"Thanks, Kim. But we know who was the star of the
evening."
For some reason that comment, kindly intended from a
friend, broke the facade he had maintained throughout
the party. "A triumph," he said, "of typecasting. Did
you hear Drake? I wouldn't have even been considered if
they had had a black male in theater arts."
"There's Desmond," Kim said.
"Desmond," Angela said before he could, "is not an
Othello."
"Look," Kim said, "casting is one thing. But the fact
is that your performance was a triumph tonight. You
worked hard; you did well; I was proud of you."
"I'm glad," he said, not even trying to sound glad.
"Now, kids," Angela said, "be good. This is a night for
celebration, not for argument." She laughed. "Be good.
And if you can't be good, be careful. And if you can't
be careful...."
"We'll name it after you," Kim had finished.
Not that they had been anywhere close to that. (But, back
then, they had hidden where they stopped from their friends even
more carefully than they had hidden what they did from their
parents.)
"Kimberly," he gasped. She kissed him, and then the car
was stopped at the door to her apartment house.
Melissa was gone; she and Kim had some sort of
arrangement. He kissed Kim for a while in the tiny
living room. Soon, they moved into her bedroom. He
unzipped her dress while kissing her deeply. She moved
away to hang up the dress and slip. He took the
opportunity to slip off his shoes, putting the socks
inside them next to the bedroom door. She took her
shoes and pantyhose off as well. He had to bend even
further to kiss her like that.
"I got two playbills this evening," she said. The play
had been a university production -- theater arts hadn't
owned it. And the University maintained a print shop.
Two playbills on one ticket wasn't been that much
cheating. "I think that I will send one to my mom."
And the playbill had included an excellent (if small)
photo of him.
"How you communicate with your parents is your
decision." Indeed, it was her issue. She wanted his
race not to matter, but it did -- it had for every
minute of his life. It would matter to her parents.
Well, the photo would take care of that.
Then she lay down, and that was much more comfortable.
He kissed all over her face, then her neck -- carefully
avoiding suck marks. When he kissed down her chest,
she'raised herself so he could reach her bra strap. Her
breasts were so white, and the nipples so pink. He
arched over her, kissing them while she unbuttoned his
shirt. After he'd thrown the shirt and tee-shirt
towards the back of a chair, they shared the longest
kiss. Tongue met tongue; skin met skin; his clothed
legs pressed between her naked ones.
After he gave her breasts two quick kisses, she raised
her bottom while he pulled her panties down. The hair
down there was lighter than the hair on her head. The
sight was still delightful each time, the feel more so.
He rested on his left arm so that his mouth could move
from breast to breast while his fingers were busy
between her legs. "Oh, John," she gasped while pulling
his hand against her even more firmly. He pulled back
when she released him. Then he kissed the smooth
whiteness of her breasts while she got her breath back.
When it was her turn -- or maybe his turn, she stripped
him and hung his trousers on the back of a chair and
tossed his shorts onto the seat. She stopped, though,
with him in her hand. The feeling was exquisite, but he
knew he wasn't going to get off with her holding still.
"Do you think," she said, "like Angela said, we
could...? Could we be careful?"
"Oh, darling," he said. He scrabbled to get the wallet
from his trousers and the condom he had kept there for
months from the wallet.
And darling she'd been, and darling she still was. He reached
out a hand to caress her bottom. Still watching the fish, she
reached back and removed his hand. She held it in hers. Well,
he'd take what he could get. He squeezed the hand, and she
squeezed back. Des, presumably oblivious to her parents, was
staring raptly into the fish tank. She should be oblivious to
her parents' squeezing hands; she was totally oblivious to their
orders. The male now swam back to the female and squeezed her
again. In sympathy, John squeezed Kim's hand. He got a squeeze
back, which was more than the fish got.
Still, Kim had always been demonstrative.
When he got the condom on, he started to kiss her
breasts again. He intended to get her excited all over
again before attempting entry. She, however, broke them
apart to kiss him deeply. Then she lay back with her
legs spread apart. While he wondered whether that meant
what it seemed to mean, she reached over to gasp him.
"Now, John," she said "now!"
"Kimberly, darling Kimberly," he said, climbing between
her legs. She placed him at the spot and pulled. He
pressed forward, but it didn't go in. He pressed
harder.
"Do it," she said and clawed his bottom with her other
hand. Suddenly, he passed whatever block there had
been. Even through the rubber, he felt her heat. She
was incredibly there, all around him.
When he was fully in her, pressed against her mound, he
stopped. "Are you all right?" he asked. She didn't
look all right. Inches from his face, hers was screwed
up in a grimace.
"Go, on," she' said. And he did. The first withdrawal
produced friction sweeter than any he had ever given
himself, sweeter even than her hands had given him.
Then he pushed forward again, pushed through slippery
tightness, pushed into his love. Soon he sped up; the
tension driving him in and out at an ever faster pace.
Then he thrust into her harder than even the first
stroke. He erupted into her warmth, and shot and shot.
"Oh, darling," he said minutes later. He gathered
enough energy to kiss her and withdraw. He fell onto
his back beside her. His eyes turned to the center of
his sensation.
His cock was naked, except for his juices and a ring of
rubber around the base. "Oh, Kim!" he said.
She obviously was looking at the same place. "Next
time," she said, "I take care of the precautions."
His head was a mishmash of contradictory emotions. He'd
done it; he'd goofed; he felt wonderfully drained; he
felt awfully guilty; he loved her; she'd said "next
time"!
The fish spat out an egg towards the nest. He squeezed Kim's
hand again. The buzzer sounded; somebody was at the door. While
he went to answer it, Des dived for her shoes. Justin was
downstairs, and his father was in the car.
"It's Justin," he called. "Shall I ask him up to watch your
fish?" The kids would be late; Justin's father would have to
park the car, not so easy in this neighborhood. Still this was
an event.
- = -
"Daddy!" How could her dad think she'd invite a boy up to
watch her fish having sex. She'd long ago learned that her
parents were clueless, but that clueless?
"Breakfast!" said her mom. Food was her first priority.
"Skip it." They would be late.
"I'll make you a sandwich." She'd take it. It was faster
than arguing. Actually, she knew, she'd eat it. Her mom gave
her two meatloaf sandwiches as she got to the door. They were in
a freezer bag, and they were cut in halves. Her mom would cut
sandwiches if the house was on fire. Still, it would make
sharing with Justin easier.
"Thanks, mom," she said. "Can you put Mike back in her tank?
Bye, dad."
"Love you," they both called as she ran down the stairs.
- = -
John listened carefully until he heard the door at the foot of
the stairs click. Then he closed and locked the apartment door.
"And I love you, too." He kissed Kim deeply, exploring the
familiar mouth with his tongue. He pulled her against him by
that lovely bottom . Then, for good measure, he moved his hands
up her sides to her breasts.
"Got to move the fish," said Kim after pulling away. "And
then I have to shower. Des will be gone for hours, we can take
our time."
"I don't mind taking our time. I just want to kiss my wife."
He did again. Kim, despite her words, cooperated in the kiss.
This time her hands were on his bottom; her tongue licked
his. She broke away, though. He followed her back to Des's
room.
"Now," she said, "which one is Mike?"
"The male, probably. 'Pat' can be either gender." Of course,
telling the sexes apart isn't easy with fish. One of them darted
at the other. Kim netted the escapee with the small tool that
Des used for that purpose. In seconds, she had returned it to
its own tank. She headed for their room and the bathroom beyond
it.
He headed down the hall to the kitchen. Real French toast was
a treat. He could mix up the coating now and heat up the pan
whenever they wanted to eat.
- = -
She took her time in the shower. She put jelly on the
diaphragm and inserted it. Once again, she was thankful that
they had taken an apartment with two baths. She could store what
she wanted in this medicine cabinet without worrying about
explaining it to Des.
She put on the robe but not the nightgown. She knew what he
would want; for that matter, she wanted it too. They never made
too big a public fuss about their wedding anniversary, less than
six months before Des's corresponding birthday. Since their
celebrations were private, they celebrated what they privately
enjoyed about being married.
John was lying in bed when she got out of the bathroom. The
clothes he'd worn so briefly were piled on his dresser. "You
aren't dressed," she said. "What if I want to go out to eat as
an anniversary celebration?"
"Which celebration do you want? A diner breakfast, or dinner
in a Thai restaurant? Besides, the French toast is ready except
for the bread."
"Well, it is time for breakfast." She turned towards the
bedroom door.
"You don't intend to eat in your bathrobe, do you?"
"If you're going to be like that...." She removed the robe
without revealing herself to his gaze. Then, slowly, she moved
it around so that he got a view of her from behind. Slowly she
pranced towards the door.
He laughed. "Someday, I'm going to let you go. I'd love to
see you frying French toast with all that skin exposed."
"Well, now that you mention it, that would be dangerous. I
suppose I have to go back to bed." Slowly, she turned
around.
"Woman, you are still beautiful." She had never been
beautiful. She had long ago lost the youthful prettiness which
had characterized her when they had first met.
"I wasn't beautiful when you married me."
"All brides are beautiful. My bride was more beautiful than
most, and beautiful in places I haven't seen in other
brides."
She climbed into bed and gave him a kiss. "I love how you
talk. I don't believe it, but I love it."
He tossed the covers down and kicked them off. They were
lying beside each other wearing nothing but their rings. He
kissed her ring finger. "Thank you for accepting me."
She kissed his mouth again, this time her tongue entered it.
His met it, and the two tasted each other. "Thank you for
proposing to me."
She came to him with her worries. His answer was
immediate. "Will you marry me?" After she'd accepted,
he continued. "If you're right, it should be as soon as
practical. If you are wrong, we'll need to plan better.
Either way, you said 'yes.' I'll hold you to that
unless you take it back."
Now he said, "You were so clever with that fishnet." He
kissed her fingers one by one; then he kissed her left palm; then
he kissed her right palm. He continued up her wrist.
"Always thinking," she said. She kissed his forehead.
"The way you nourished Des." He kissed her right breast, then
the left. He sucked and licked at that nipple until she felt
even the right one harden.
"Way back then, I was so proud when you strode the stage and
people were hanging on your every word." She kissed his mouth.
He petted her thighs while they prolonged that kiss.
"The first year, your schooling interrupted, Des still a baby,
you walked miles every day waiting on those tables." Well, she
had worked with other organs, too; but she appreciated his kisses
on her thighs. The licks and sucks down there sent thrills up to
her belly.
"Your tongue has always thrilled me," she said. He came up in
the bed to rest on his elbows on both sides of her arms. She
kissed his mouth and sucked on his tongue. His erection was
pressed between their bellies. Her nipples were firm against his
chest.
"And," John said, "you gave me Desdemona." He kissed her
nether lips before his tongue licked where their baby had come
out. The game of thanks was over; now came serious business.
One hand played with her breast while the other roved over her
thigh and butt. He licked up, almost to her clitoris, and then
down. Despite their nakedness in the airconditioned apartment,
she wasn't cold. Indeed, all this attention was heating her
up.
He rubbed the bottoms of her outer lips against one another
while his tongue was licking all around her clitoris. When his
tongue finally found the spot, he inserted two fingers into her.
She planted her feet firmly on the bed and pushed her groin up to
meet his face.
She felt him moving his fingers inside her, felt them hit
paydirt. "Yes, John," she said. His fingers and tongue, even
his hand on her breast, were kindling flames deep inside her.
"Oh darling," she said.
Then, the flames burst within her, and she was too busy to
feel anything. It went on and on, taking more and more of her,
consuming her utterly. She arched mindlessly, writhing in
ecstasy.
Suddenly, it was over. She lay there gasping while John lay
with his head on her thigh. He clasped one butt cheek with the
hand that was down there.
"Oh love," she said finally.
"I love you," he responded.
She managed to sit up in bed. At her pressure on his
shoulder, he lay down flat. "And you," she said, "gave me
Desdemona." She rubbed her cheek against his chest on her way to
her target. His cock bobbed, knowing what was coming. She took
the head into her mouth, letting it go with a soft kiss. Already
firm, it arched upward after that kiss.
"And, long ago," he said, "you gave me yourself." This
comment was new. So was the second kiss to her now-tender
labia.
When he drew back, she turned onto her left side. He lay
behind her with his cock pressing against her. She raised up on
her elbow and reached her right hand down between her legs. She
helped him in. His entry was slow and gentle, filling her. She
was so full, so delightfully full.
He slid his arm under her to cup her left breast. He held her
right one for a moment before smoothing it down her ribs and
belly to her mound. He played with her hair there for a moment,
meanwhile moving in and out once.
When she raised her leg, he pressed his fingers against the
front of her labia. He kissed her shoulder and the back of her
neck. Then he stroked in and out slowly. Meanwhile, one hand
strummed her nipple while a finger of the other hand found her
clit.
She was close, so close. She could feel the tension build and
wondered briefly whether she felt different to him.
"I love you, Kim," he said. Which answered that question.
"Oh, Kim. Oh, Kim - ber - ly!" On his last drawn-out word, she
exploded. He sped, moving harder and faster within her
pulsating, red-hot, depths.
As she came down from her climax, she felt him pulsing within
her.
They lay quietly for some time, neither saying a word. She
could feel his breath on her back. She could feel him slowly
easing out of her. When he finally was out, she felt him drip a
trail of liquid down her thigh. Later, more liquid oozed out of
her and trailed down her left hip.
Whatever the mess, she was too content to move. She could lie
in his arms forever.
"A little while ago, I thought of Angela," John said. An odd
topic and one hell of a time to mention it.
"My sister," she said, "can roast in hell."
"She'd have to die first." Kim didn't see a problem there.
"But I mean the other one, the theater-arts major."
Now, there was a better person to think of. The other Angela
had come to visit when Des was only a few days old. "Oh, Kim,"
she'd said, "she's precious."
"You know," she continued, "I've been counting back."
All their friends had been, probably; none had mentioned
it before then. "You did, didn't you? Name her after
me?"
Kim didn't answer. Maybe she blushed. She thought to
explain why another Angela in her family would have been
unthinkable. But her guest didn't look put out, quite
the contrary. "Oh Kim! May I hold her?"
At a nod, she picked Des up, being careful to brace her
neck. She cradled her and cooed.
Yes, that Angela had deserved the name.
They lay content, thinking their own thoughts, until her
stomach rumbled. John laughed. "Breakfast?" he asked.
Saturday, July 17, 2010
An ass with cum
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Monday, July 5, 2010
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Spanking before ass sex
How we greet new members the first few times they join us. Before the spanking ends they make specific promises and when they hesitate at first they learn to never hesitate to promise to do all we say.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Ass exposed
These sluts show ass tied. And enjoy the show ass and expect to take a big pain in the ass!
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Sunday, February 7, 2010
Brutal anal sex
She always concluded that way. I mean, after a hundred
messages, should it not go without saying? For her,
however, it was no mere formality. I went to Emily's room
to give her Vanessa's kiss.
Emily was now twelve. To look at, she and I could not be
more different. She had cropped brown hair, and was wearing
red soccer shorts and a sky-blue t-shirt. There was a long
red scratch, this time on her left elbow, but on any other
day it might be a shoulder or a knee. She lay face down on
her bed listening to her iPod. I could hear it blaring,
even through the tiny headphones. Her room was not at all
girly. The walls were azure blue. There were posters of
soccer and tennis stars, all of them attractive, both women
and men.
I drifted in quietly, closing the door behind me. I saw
myself in Emily's mirror. I was wearing a white cotton
blouse under a black jumper dress. My hair, also black, was
shoulder length, and curled into ringlets. I smiled,
staring back at myself with icy blue eyes. I was now
fourteen.
I snuck up behind her and plucked the earbuds from her head.
She turned over abruptly, and I gave her Vanessa's kiss.
Then I gave her a few of my own. Her lips were soft.
She smiled, wrapped her arms around my neck, and returned
the kisses. Then she said, "We have to be careful. Mom is
home and Mirielle is prowling around."
"I know," I answered. Then I whispered quietly into her
ear, "I just got an email from Vanessa. She's coming to
town, Saturday."
She blurted out, "Yes!" then covered her mouth with her
hands.
I smiled. She was such an eager girl.
"I assume she'll get the motel room," I went on, "But we
have to keep the day clear. I don't think mom has anything
planned."
Her arms were still around my neck, and she leaned up and
kissed me again. So enthusiastic. I looked at the closed
door. We didn't have locks; mother didn't believe in them.
Soft lips. A mouth wrapped around mine. Her tongue. My
hand went to her ass, pressing the fabric in. I found that
spot, and wiggled my finger. She tensed up. She stretched
out, catlike, and rolled over onto her tummy.
I looked at the door again. Was it worth the chance? We'd
gotten away with this for two years, and not by being
stupid.
Her ass was there, in front of me, in her soft cotton
shorts. I thought of biting into a juicy peach. I decided,
just this once, to take the chance.
The shorts were stretchy enough, and I grabbed them around
the crotch area, and pulled them up in a wedgie into her
ass. I tugged on them a bit. She rocked her hips. I
kissed her there, around the edges of the fabric. I
breathed deeply. I ran my tongue up and down.
"Please take off the shorts," she said.
I pulled them down and off. I spread her cheeks again. I
gazed at her little pinkish asshole, perfectly round. I
licked.
"Mmmmm," she cooed, then said, "You always make my butthole
feel so good."
"I love it. I wish I could climb inside and squirm around,
just nestle in there. Do you mind my little fetish?"
I kissed it.
"No," she gasped.
Of course she didn't. About this thing, she and I were of
one mind.
I licked more, pressing my tongue in, tasting her. I could
spend forever that way, as long as it took. However, mother
was home, and Mirielle was prowling about, so I lowered my
tongue, and licked her pussy. This would take less time. I
sucked it. I slipped my tongue inside. Then to her ass
again, where I truly longed to be. A finger in her pussy, a
gentle pumping motion, and an eager tongue, brought her home
quickly. She came hard, gasping loudly, and thrashing
about.
There was a knock on the door.
"Girls?"
Our mother's voice!
No time to grab her shorts, Emily rolled over and pulled the
sheets over her. I stood up and away from the bed, wiping
my face on my sleeve. I'm sure my mouth still smelled of
pussy and ass.
We stared at the door handle. It did not turn.
"Girls," she said again through the door, "Lunch is ready.
Please come down."
"OK mom, we'll be right down," I called out.
"Fine."
We heard footsteps recede down the stairs.
Whew!
The four of us sat around the kitchen table eating cold
turkey sandwiches and chips. Mother sat at the end, tall
and imperious with her classroom manner. She was holding up
pretty well for a woman her age, a shade past forty. Today
she was wearing grey form fitting slacks, and a loose white
blouse, unbuttoned to show cleavage. Her hair was brown,
Emily's shade, but she wore it long. She had my icy blue
eyes -- or I had hers. It was obvious that she was clinging
to what sex appeal she had left, but it worked.
Mirielle, on the other hand, was an ice cold beauty,
alluring, dangerous. She was twenty-two or twenty-three,
with long sandy blonde hair and deep brown eyes. Her mouth
was a bit pouty and she had colored her lips a deep sangria
red. Her little black pencil skirt stopped six inches above
her knees, and showed just enough of her thighs to make a
girl quiver. She had a great ass. Completing the outfit,
she had a bright red tailored blouse, like mother's showing
cleavage, a fashionably thick white belt, and black leather
high-heeled boots.
She was one of mother's TA's, and had been spending a lot of
time at our house the past few months. The story went that
she had been born in France, but had come to America as a
young girl. Majoring in French Literature, under mother's
tutelage, was sort of a cultural homecoming for her, I
guess. Emily and I suspected there was more going on.
"So, how are you girls today?" she asked, her voiced
clipped, with a slight continental flair. I thought it
sounded a bit fake, but could forgive her for it.
"Fine," we answered.
"So, were you having fun playing up stairs?" she went on.
"Huh?"
"Playing. Did you have fun?"
"Yeah, I guess," I said. I didn't like the way she was
looking at us; it was too intense.
Did she know?
Mother interrupted. "Girls, Mirielle and I have an
announcement to make. I think it is very important."
Here it comes, I thought. She will tell us that she is a
lesbian. She will expect us to be shocked and confused.
After all, we have such innocent minds. I sat, feeling
quite pleasant, waiting for the news.
"We have rented a cabin up in the Catskills for the
weekend," she went on, "And the four of us are going up. We
have a lot to talk about."
Fuck!
Mirielle sat smiling. "Brenda and I are looking so forward
to spending time with you," she said with her phony accent.
"Brenda" she called her, my mother. A few weeks ago it was,
"Ms. Sommers."
Emily looked panicked. "I can't go," she blurted out.
"Why not, dear?" mother asked.
"I ... uh ... have a school project."
She was a terrible liar. Mother would check on that, call
her teachers to have the project delayed. When there was no
project, she would wonder at the lie. Suspicions would
arise. We'd get caught.
"No sweetie," I said, "that project isn't due until two
weeks from now. You're confused."
I gave her a hard look. "Trust me", it said. I would find
a way out of this, but it had to be subtle.
"That's settled then," mother went on, "We'll leave Friday
after you two get out of school. I've already cancelled my
afternoon appointments."
Mirielle gave me a long, knowing smile.
I thought of my dear Vanessa. I thought of her eyes. Her
mouth. Her tongue! I swore I would find a way out of this.
Later, while laying alone in my bed thinking, Mirielle came
in. She closed the door behind her.
"Brenda went out for a bit," she said.
"OK."
She walked to the center of the room like she owned the
place. She looked around at my stuff.
"You have a good sense of color," she said, "Perhaps you
should be an artist."
I thought she was full of shit. My room was done up in
black, white, and lavender. It was lovely enough, but
nothing mind blowing. I lay back in my bed, my arms behind
my head, and watched her.
She watched me back. I knew that look. She had beautiful
eyes.
"So you're fucking my mother," I said.
"Hmm. So you're fucking your sister," she replied.
The game was on!
"How did you find out?"
"I was listening at the door before Brenda called you for
lunch."
Damn!
I swore to myself, just then, that I would feel no regret.
"Perhaps we're were just playing at it," I said.
She smiled. "I'm not stupid. I know what I heard."
"So, you know. What now?"
"I want you."
Of course she did. They all did.
"Blackmail then? It won't work. Emily and I will just deny
it. We will seem hurt and confused. Mother will believe
us, and decide you're insane."
"You could pull that off, but could Emily? You saw her
performance in the kitchen. She is terrible under
pressure."
"I'll coach her. Mother just won't want to believe it."
"Perhaps you're right. Perhaps not."
She smiled at me. I waited.
She went on, "But blackmail is so banal. Let's agree there
will be no blackmail. I won't tell her. That just isn't my
style."
"OK. I'm fine with that. Now what?"
"I still want you. What must I do to get you?"
She gazed at me. Such simple words she said, but I could
feel the effect of her presence. She was beautiful. Her
deep brown eyes. Such a hot body. And that black pencil
skirt! Fuck!
She was a practiced seductress. It was transparent to me.
But then again, was it so bad, being seduced?
"Cancel the weekend trip," I said, "Promise it is off, and
you can have me, just this one time."
She thought about that. "Brenda will be so sad. Why do you
girls want to cancel it so badly?"
Every so often her French accent sounded real. It did that
time.
"We have our reasons. Will you do it? Do you promise?"
"Just one time?"
"Just once."
"But I want more."
She gazed at me. The was something lurid behind her eyes.
It was very attractive.
"You get one time for this. You want more, we'll deal
later."
She smiled. Inside, I surrendered to it.
"Alright," she said, "I'll tell Brenda that my mother just
called and I have to see her this weekend. She's sick, it
turns out. Brenda will believe that."
"Very well. Now kiss me."
She kissed me. She leaned over the bed. I sat up, halfway.
She pulled me up the rest, and locked her lips to mine. Her
mouth was incredible. I felt a warmth spread from my pussy.
I pressed in my tongue. We kissed deeply.
She sat me on the side of the bed, then squatted down in
front of me. Her face was level with my chest. She reached
forward and grasped my smallish breast, the left one, and
gently squeezed my nipple through the fabric of my dress and
blouse.
"You're such a little angel," she said.
I felt like a devil. I'd never been with a girl I didn't
love before. Only Vanessa and Emily, and they were both
precious in my heart. Mirielle was not. I pushed her head
back, leaned forward, and spat in her mouth.
This would be fun.
She swallowed my spit and got a great big smile. I think it
became clear to her just what I was. I hoped very much that
she liked ass.
"You're a dirty little girl," she said.
"Shut up and undress me," I replied.
She stood me up, squeezing my ass hard. She unclipped the
straps of my jumper and slid it down my body. She followed
it, sitting on her knees. She was tall and I was short, so
she had to contort a bit, but she pressed her face to my
pussy, and licked it through my panties.
I held her head, and thrust my hips forward. I squirmed a
bit. My pussy felt very, very good. My clit was all
atwitter. I unbuttoned my blouse, pulled it off, and set it
aside.
She raised up again to a squatting position, level with my
bare chest. She pulled me in close, sucking my nipples and
grabbing my ass. I felt a thrill when her finger passed
over my asshole, but it did not linger. Still, her mouth on
my tits felt good. A warmth went down to my tummy, then a
bit further. She sucked more, moaning and squirming.
Obviously she loved my little pointy tits.
We each have our own thing, our little fetish. Hers was
tits. I let her suck. It felt good enough. When it was my
turn, I'd have that ass!
She put me back on the bed, still sucking. I relaxed, and
let her play. It started to feel pretty great. Vanessa,
Emily, and I were ass girls. I'd never had my tits sucked
for so long. I wondered if I could climax this way. I'd
heard of it.
"You're going to make me fucking come doing that," I said.
"God I hope so," she replied.
My pussy was tingling untouched. I cheated a bit -- I was a
devil girl after all -- and rocked my hips, letting my
panties slide over my slit. I felt the tingling pass
through my body. Then, slowly, I crept up to the edge of
ecstasy. I relaxed, letting the feelings wash over me. Her
mouth on my tits was so fucking hot. I felt passion rising
within me. I was so close. I reached down and squeezed my
clit, then cried out as I came. I shook. I felt warm all
over. I felt her kissing me.
"That was really fucking cool," I said, "I've never got off
just from my tits."
She pursed her mouth in theatric disapproval. "Oh, but I
saw you grinding your panties and pinching your clit."
I smiled and pretended to look guilty. "But still, that was
really cool."
"You want to suck mine?"
"Sure."
Why not?
She reached her hands to unbutton her blouse. I grabbed
them, stopping her.
"Let me," I said.
I undid the buttons, one my one. She was wearing a lacy
indigo underwire bra, one of those that don't really cover
anything. Her tits looked nice, well shaped, with puffy
pink nipples. I took one in my mouth and sucked. She undid
her bra, pulling it out from under my chin, and threw it
aside.
I sat with her on the bed and took a nipple into my mouth.
I sucked. I ran my tongue around it. I spat on it, and
licked it off. Her pleasure became real obvious. She was
moaning a lot.
I reached up her skirt, and gently ran a finger up and down
her soft, damp panties, but not too much. I wanted to do
that tit thing to her, if I could. It was her fetish, and
she'd given up her weekend. I licked and sucked. I kissed.
I spat more, and kept licking.
"Is this working for you," I asked.
"Yes!" she moaned, "Don't fucking stop."
I kind of tickled her pussy, just a bit, and kept sucking
her tits. She started getting close, breathing really hard.
Then she cried out, cumming hard. She lay there panting,
looking at me with feverous lust. I gave her a big, wicked
grin.
"Turn over," I said, "I gave you that. Now I get your ass."
Her eyes got real big. I don't think she quite expected
that. However, she did what she was told.
I unzipped her sexy little skirt and pulled it off. Her
panties were the same lacy indigo as her bra. I kissed her
through them -- kissed her there -- then pulled them off.
What a wonderful ass she had. Round. A bit fleshy, but
still firm. I spread her cheeks and gazed upon her asshole.
It was a little brown circle, slightly plump at the edges,
perfect.
"You're a kinky little beast, aren't you?" she said.
I didn't answer. Well, not with words at least. I licked
her delicious asshole instead.
"Oh fuck," she moaned. "Oh god that's fucking amazing!"
Was it possible that no one had ever done this to her
before? To see her ass was to want it. To see her asshole
was to eat it. I pushed my tongue in as far as it would go,
tasting her.
Sadly, neither of us heard the footsteps on the stairs. The
door slammed open and mother came in. She took one look at
us and freaked out. Things got really bad.
"How could you do that with my daughter?" she kept asking.
By this time, we were downstairs. Mirielle and I were
dressed again, sitting in stunned silence at the kitchen
table. Mirielle had no answer. She just mumbled "sorry"
over and over again.
My mind raced around for something to say, and came up
empty. I just watched, hoping Mirielle wouldn't say too
much.
"What is happening?" a small voice muttered from the door.
It was Emily. She'd heard all the yelling, and seen
Mirielle run by naked. I'm sure she knew basically what was
going on. Mother just shouted, "Go to your room!" She
left, looking hurt and confused.
I wanted to follow, to comfort her, but I needed to stay
here. Would she hate me? Technically, I had just cheated
on her and Vanessa. I feared that is how she would see it.
I couldn't say she was wrong.
"Get out of my house!" she finally said to Mirielle, "Don't
ever let me see you again. Resign from the college.
Today!"
Mirielle looked broken. Her future was slipping away.
"Don't!" I said, "Don't do anything ... official ...
permanent."
"She's lucky I don't call the cops."
"I wouldn't testify."
It didn't matter. Mother had seen enough. My testimony
wouldn't matter, and I knew it.
Seconds passed. "Do you love her?" my mother asked me, her
voice suddenly flat.
"No, of course not," I answered.
Then she turned to Mirielle and asked her, "How about you?
Do you love her? Did you love me?" Her voice cracked when
she asked that last part.
Mirielle didn't answer. She looked like she wanted to say
something, but the words were caught in her throat. We sat
there, all of us, quiet. Maybe if I had said the right
thing, just then, things would have turned out differently,
but nothing came to mind. Seconds passed, the calm before
the storm. I thought of Vanessa and Emily, and how lucky I
was. I had love, and was sure of it. Mother's face grew
dark. She waited for something. It didn't come. The storm
broke.
She kicked a chair, breaking it. Dishes were thrown. Her
blouse came loose from her waist and hung open. Her tits,
escaping from her bra, swayed about. She got really ugly.
She shouted for Mirielle to get out. She called me a whore,
and said I wasn't her daughter. I'd never seen anything
like this. Emily, who had returned to the doorway, saw it
and started to cry.
Mirielle ran from the house and escaped. I ran to Emily and
hugged her. "Please forgive me," I muttered into her ear.
I shielded her from mother, covering her eyes. She clung to
me. For that, at least, I was glad.
We retreated upstairs to her room and closed the door, while
the storm raged below.
"What happened?" Emily asked me, once we felt safe.
"Look, dear, I did something pretty bad, but please hear my
reason before you get angry."
"You fucked her?"
"Yeah. She agreed to cancel the weekend trip if I did. I
mean, I thought it was the only way, so I did it."
"Oh. OK."
"Are you mad?"
"Not really. That is a good reason. Mom caught you?"
"Yeah. It didn't really work out, did it?" I smiled,
trying to find humor in the horrible situation. It didn't
work. Emily looked forlorn.
"I don't think you should tell Vanessa about this," she
said.
"No. I don't think so either."
Eventually the storm below stopped, and was replaced by
sobbing. I considered going down, to give some sort of
comfort, but decided it would do no good. I just held on to
Emily.
The sobbing stopped, and footsteps came up the stairs and
down the hall. I heard them check my room, then on to
Emily's. The door opened, and mother stood there.
She was a mess. Her blouse still hung open. Her makeup was
streaked all over her face. Her hair was gross and sticking
together in clumps; perhaps she had cried into it. She
stared at us. She looked broken.
"We're still fucking going this weekend," she said, her
years of culture and education slipping away, her language
turning coarse, "Just the three of us. It will be fun.
I'll fucking make it fun. I'm not letting that slut break
up our family. She can fucking die!"
Fuck! All that and the trip wasn't off!
Emily's affection for her mother took over, and she ran and
hugged her. Mother grasped her in her arms. I looked at
them. Would I be welcome? She beckoned to me to come over.
I did, and she embraced her two daughters, and quietly
sobbed.
My face ended up against a breast. Soft, but still firm
enough. Very motherly. Her nipple was brown and pointy. I
thought of sucking on it. I could see Emily having the same
idea. We were devil girls; I'm sure of it. We refrained.
Now was not a good time. We just hugged her, and let her
cry.
I sent an email to Vanessa,
"My Beloved Vanessa,
"Mom is taking us to the Catskills this weekend. We can't
get out of it. All efforts to do so have ended in disaster.
Still, we must see you. Get a cabin. I'm enclosing a link
to the resort. Somehow, we'll find a few hours to be with
you.
"It is the best we can do.
"Love Claire
"P.S. Emily appreciated your kiss with her normal fervor. I
shall kiss her again soon."
A response came quickly. It simply read,
"Beloved. I just made a reservation for the last cabin. I
will see you Saturday. Love. Kiss her for me."
I did.
Friday afternoon, mother drove us to the cabin. After we
left the interstate, we took a small, windy, two lane road
through rocky hills. Her old Volvo purred along, puttering
here and there when we went up a steep bank. After a while,
I dozed off. The last thing I saw was Emily, still awake,
gazing out the window.
We arrived at the resort, a collection of twenty or so
cottages surrounding a long narrow lake. There was a
parking lot at one end, with a boat ramp and an office. We
waited in the car as mother checked us in and got the keys.
Then we walked, lugging our bags, along the narrow asphalt
footpath that circled the lake. Our cottage was back a bit,
nestled among trees. It was number twelve.
We plopped our bags down, ate sandwiches, and showered.
Then we played a couple of games of Apples to Apples. Emily
won both times. She was smiling. She seemed very warm and
happy. The mood mellowed. Mother was acting normal to me,
it seemed.
There were two rooms. Mother took one, and Emily and I the
other. We lay together in the bed, hugging and kissing in
the darkness. A shaft of moonlight drifted in. Night
crawled onward. We slept.
We awoke well past dawn to the sound of a bird singing.
Mother was already up, cooking eggs on the tiny stove.
"We're going to run down to the lake," I said.
"Be back soon. Breakfast is almost ready," she replied.
I took Emily's hand, and we ran down the footpath to where
we could see the parking lot. We looked for a little green
Toyota, her car. It was there!
I felt exalted. Emily got a great big smile, and I squeezed
her hand.
We ran back and ate. Now, which cabin was hers, and how to
slip away?
Mother wanted to go swimming. We put on our suits and went
down to the lake. Other families had gathered at a little
beach a few hundred yards from our door, and we joined them.
The morning air was crisp, and the water cold.
Bobbing in the lake, I looked around at the surrounding
cabins. Which was hers? Was she watching us? We'd appear
as mere specks from the furthest. The chill of the water
seeped into my body. I felt time crawl. Emily splashed
around laughing, and mother watched us, content it seemed.
It drew into late morning, and mother said she'd take a nap.
We all returned to the cabin, and she went into her room.
We had a couple of hours until lunch. It was time.
We slipped into our room and changed our clothes. I wore a
cute little blue dress I had recently bought. Emily put on
t-shirt and a little skirt, because Vanessa liked skirts.
"Easy access," she had once said.
Quietly, we slipped out of the cabin. No sound came from
mother's room.
Which cabin? We went to the office. An older woman
commanded the desk. She had greying hair, and wore slacks
and a man's shirt. I approached her.
"Hi," I said.
"Hello sweetie."
"That green Toyota in the parking lot, I think it belongs to
an old family friend. It would be just amazing if she is
staying here. Can you look in the register for a Vanessa
Park?"
She regarded us carefully. I'm sure she wasn't supposed to
give out cabin numbers, but would she turn down two cute,
innocent young girls looking for an old friend? Emily gave
her a big smile and looked excited.
"Well, let me see," she said thumbing through the
registration. "I see a Ms. Park here, in cabin twenty-one.
I'm sure that is your friend. How wonderful!"
Indeed!
We thanked her, and sped from the room.
Cabin twenty-one was a long walk around the lake. I held
Emily's hand, and we hurried.
She must have seen us coming, for she met us at the door. I
saw her while we were still some thirty yards away. Her
black hair was long. She was all primary colors, with a
simple red A-line skirt and yellow pull over woolen blouse.
Emily broke from me and ran, leaping into her arms and
hugging her. I approached slowly, just gazing at her.
She was everything in the world.
"Hello my angel," she said as I drew near.
"Hello Vanessa," I replied, with a gigantic smile.
"Let's go inside."
We went in. We hadn't much time, so we started right away.
I embraced her, kissing her deeply, feeling her tongue with
mine. Emily hugged her from behind, around the waist,
nuzzling her head into the middle of her back, then reached
down and pushed her skirt up between her legs.
"You don't waste any time, do you sweetie," Vanessa said.
She did not. My sweet sister knew the value of time.
While Emily began work down below, I helped Vanessa pull off
her top and release her bra. She had nice, firm, round
breasts with small dark little nipples. I suckled. Vanessa
smiled, and started to squirm a bit.
Then down. Emily had already pushed her skirt up from
behind, and I did the same from the front. The two of us,
squatting, nuzzled our faces in and kissed her through her
panties. Next, the panties came off, the two of us fumbling
to get them down. We laughed.
Back in, Emily from behind and me from the front. Vanessa's
pussy was neatly trimmed into a little V of hair pointing to
her clit. I could follow directions, and wrapped my mouth
around her special place, sucking in deeply. I worked on
her clit, rubbing my tongue around, teasing, licking,
sucking. Every so often, I would push back deeper to lick
her pussy hole. A few times, I met Emily's tongue there,
and we giggled.
Vanessa started to get really hot. She squatted a bit,
spreading her legs out farther. I could feel it was getting
close.
"Let's switch," I said to Emily.
We backed off and spun Vanessa in place. She staggered a
bit and mumbled, "Oh fuck this feels great." We went back
in.
I spread her cheeks and paused for a second, regarding her
asshole. It was still pink and firm, even after all the use
it had seen. I kissed it, with my tongue, pressing in,
sucking. Her pussy was very wet by now, and I stuck two
fingers in, getting them nice and juicy. I tongued her
asshole some more, then pressed the end of my fingers
against it, pushing. I felt her relax her anus, as much as
she could, and my fingers slipped in. She let out a long
deep groan. I pumped slowly.
Her anus tightened up. Then she came, her body going rigid.
Her head shook back and forth. Her knees gave out, and
Emily and I had to support her, gradually lowering her to
the floor while she writhed in passion. She lay back
against me. Somehow, I managed to keep my fingers in, and
continued my gentle pumping. Emily was still sucking her
clit.
She came again, crying out in unintelligible yelps. I kept
pumping. Emily kept sucking.
A third time. I think. Maybe it was a continuation of the
second. Her legs kicked out, smacking loudly against the
wooden floor.
Then she gasped for breath and moaned out, "Enough. Please,
enough."
I withdrew my fingers. Emily sat up, wiping off her chin.
Vanessa lay there, pressed against me, with her chest
heaving, her face rapt. I kissed her neck, and whispered
into her ear, "I missed you, darling."
"Oh girls," she replied, as she got her breath, "I missed
you too."
I stuck my two fingers in her mouth. She sucked.
Emily decided it was her turn, my delightful, eager sister.
She lay over the side of the couch, sticking her tiny little
ass up, beckoning. Vanessa and I looked at her, she licking
her lips.
"I like Emily's little skirt," she said.
"Me too," I replied.
"Shall we?"
"Yes, let's."
We took turns on her. Vanessa started, pulling the skirt
up, and pressing her thumb up into her crack, pushing her
panties a bit into her asshole. Emily closed her eyes.
Mmmm. She cooed in pleasure.
The panties came down around her ankles. She stepped out of
them, and spread her legs out as far as they would go, sort
of standing with her ass in the air and her face in the
couch. Vanessa sat down on her knees and ran her tongue up
from the tip of the clit to the anus in a long, lingering
lick. Emily's body jerked with pleasure.
That was just a tease. Vanessa got to work. She wrapped
her mouth tightly around Emily's anus, making a loud, wet
sucking sound. She kissed it, closing her eyes and wrapping
her arms around Emily's legs. With her eyes still closed,
her face passionate, she ran her mouth down over my sister's
sweet pussy, kissing, sucking, licking. Then to her ass
again. Deep kisses.
Emily squirmed and moaned.
"Oh yes, Vanessa. Stick your tongue in, please."
Emily's ass was tight, but Vanessa had a strong tongue. Her
mouth was wrapped so tightly against the anus that I
couldn't see, but given Emily's cries of pleasure, I'm sure
the tongue won.
"Fuck me with your tongue," she grunted out.
Vanessa fucked Emily's ass with her tongue.
Soon it was my turn. I squatted down, the hem of my dress
resting on the floor. I leaned in and licked. After our
long walk, and getting so hot and juicy, the odor was
strong, musky, and intense with the smell of ass. Her pussy
was so sweet. Her ass was simply heaven. I gave it a long,
lingering kiss. I pressed in my tongue. I ran my finger up
and down her slit, but only lightly on the clit. I wanted
this to last.
She started panting. She twitched hard. Her knees gave
out, and she moaned loudly. This wasn't it, however. I
knew every bit of her, and she wasn't even close yet. She
was building up, like a fucking hurricane.
I kept licking her ass, probing, pushing, giggling with
delight. I loved her so much.
"Oh Claire," she moaned out, "Oh Claire, Oh Claire, Oh
Claire."
Oh Emily!
Soon it was Vanessa's turn again. As we switched places we
kissed deeply, licking Emily's pussy juice from one
another's face. We reached down, rubbing, feeling, probing.
We were both breathing hard. We laughed, overcome with
delight.
Then Vanessa went in again. Back into position. Her tongue
probed deep. Then a finger in the pussy, a thumb on the
clit. Firm, but gentle pumping, a tongue in one hole, a
finger in the other. Time passed. The pumping increased in
intensity.
It fucking happened. Emily's head snapped back. Her body
shook with one tremendous motion. I leaned over and peered
at her face. She was transformed, from a small, silly
twelve year old girl, to a tumultuous, writhing demon of
sex. A long, singular groan emerged from the back of her
throat. She grabbed the cushions of the couch and clamped
down tight. Her eyes were wide; her mouth agape. For the
longest time, she didn't even seem to breath. Then a sharp
intake of breath, and a long gentle release.
No one could cum like my sister.
She tried to relax, but her body kept twitching. She rolled
over onto her back, laughing and gasping for air. I
squatted, put my arm around Vanessa, and we watched her come
down from the pristine heights, amazed, transfixed, in love.
When she could talk again, she said, "Oh Vanessa, Oh Claire,
I love you both. I love you both so much."
As we love you, my angel. Vanessa kissed her, and whispered
sweet things into her ear.
Finally. It was my turn.
I stood up, smoothing out my dress, and gave a pretty little
smile. I just waited, wondering what they would do to me.
"Emily, what shall we do to your sister?" Vanessa asked.
Emily looked at me. "Perhaps we should do you again
instead," she said, with a big grin.
Vanessa smiled, and pinched my sister's nipple sharply.
Emily gasped, then they both laughed.
"I know," Vanessa said, "you warm her up for me, sweetie,
I'm going to get my little friend."
Vanessa went to rummage through her luggage. Emily came to
me, took my hand, and led me to the couch. I sat down, but
she pushed me, rolling me over onto my tummy. My dress came
up, my panties down. And then, pure bliss.
Her tongue was such a small little thing, but it could find
the most delightful places. Tiny fingers assisted, probing
where the tongue was not. Soon my holes were filled with
little wet, squirmy bits of heaven. Wisps of pleasure
spread out from down there, tingling up my body. I felt my
nipples rubbing against my dress. I heard sloppy, wet
sounds from her mouth as she sucked and kissed. My pussy
started to flow, and my juices dripped down my leg.
Vanessa returned, carrying her "little friend." It was a
six inch, narrow vibrator with a small, bulbous head. Emily
saw it and asked, "Mmmm, when did you get that?"
"I've had it a very long time," she answered, "It was sort
of a gift from an old friend. I rarely take it out, though,
lots of bittersweet memories."
She handed it to Emily. "Rub it on her pussy to get it
wet," she said, "Then -- well -- you know where it goes."
Emily rubbed it up and down my pussy until it was slippery.
Then she pushed it slowly into my ass. After the end passed
through, I tightened my anus around it. It was so stiff. I
writhed and turned, every motion pushing it hard against my
insides. I felt a deep and wonderful ache. I groaned
again.
"You turn it on by twisting the end there," Vanessa said.
I felt it come alive, and a shock of pleasure shot up my
body. I felt the hum all the way down to my clit. I
grabbed the cushions hard, my mouth opened wide. I almost
came, but got myself relaxed just in time.
Emily started pumping me with it, slowly. I just held on to
the couch, contorting, writhing, moaning. I bit down on a
cushion and squealed. She kept fucking me with it.
Vanessa sat next to me on the couch. "Turn over, sweetie,"
she said. She and Emily helped me carefully turn over,
pushing my legs back so they curled against my tummy. I lay
back, my head resting on Vanessa's lap, my legs up, and
sweet Emily squatting there fucking my ass.
"Look at me," Vanessa said.
I gazed up at her, deeply, into her eyes. There was
something inside her, gazing back at me, gentle and perfect.
For this, I loved her. She smiled.
Emily wrapped her mouth around my pussy, probing me with her
little tongue. She twisted the vibrator, angled it up, and
drove it in deeper. My toes curled, but I stayed relaxed,
just enough.
"Go easy on her pussy, dear," Vanessa said, "We want this to
last."
Emily drew back, and just focussed on the vibrator.
"You can fuck her a little harder, I think. Is that fine
Claire?"
"Yes," I grunted out.
She fucked mer harder. A lot harder. I put my legs down,
arching up on the balls of my feet, rocking my hips to the
rhythm of it. Vanessa unbuttoned the top of my dress, and
bared my chest. She lightly ran her fingers over my nipples
in little circles, while Emily fucked me, biting her bottom
lip, her face transfixed.
I gave up trying to relax. There was just no way I could.
It would not be long.
I began to feel spasms shoot up my body. I shuddered. I
couldn't even tell what I was feeling anymore. What was
pleasure? What was pain? There were shocks of sensation,
shooting from my ass, across my pussy, and up the rest of
me.
Then just a tiny bit more, and I fell over the edge. I
cried out. I shot my hips forward wildly, Emily falling
back and me sliding on top of her. I kicked my legs out, my
body trashing about. Emily kept one hand on the vibrator,
and shielded her head with the other. Vanessa tried to
restrain me, but to no avail. I shuddered again. Then my
body went totally rigid, and I let out a long, perfect
groan, releasing everything inside of me in one passionate
sound. I peed a little. Then I relaxed.
"Holy shit," I said.
Emily lay there. "I think you just peed on me."
"Sorry dear."
"No problem."
By now I was straddling her, and she bent up and licked my
sopping wet pussy.
"Should I keep fucking you?" she asked.
"No, please, pull it out. But the licking feels nice. Just
... be gentle."
She pulled the vibrator out with a little pop, and shut it
off. I got back up on the couch, and she leaned in and
gently ran her tongue around my pussy. It felt all tingly.
I lay back on Vanessa's lap, and she stroked me.
"Fuck that was hot," Vanessa said.
"It was pretty nice," I said, smiling.
Emily gave my pussy a few more soft licks, then climbed up
into my lap and kissed me. Vanessa leaned forward, and
embraced both of us.
Now that we'd each had a turn, and didn't each have such a
desperate need to cum anymore, we kind of had a free-for-all
of hugging, kissing, and licking. I stood and took off my
dress. It was soaked down around the butt area. Then I
pulled off Vanessa's skirt, which also had a huge wet spot.
I pushed her back on the couch and ate her pussy. Emily
stripped off her pee soaked clothes, and crawled up behind
me and resumed eating my pussy and ass. None of us were
going to cum again any time soon, so we just took our time
and made each other feel good. We were smiling, laughing,
and cooing gently.
I tried not to think about our clothes, or how we would
sneak back into the cabin. I'd worry about that when I had
to.
After a bit, Vanessa pulled me up to her and kissed me.
Then we pushed Emily down on the couch and took turns eating
her sweet, young, pink pussy. Next I crawled behind
Vanessa, and ate her ass. She started breathing hard,
getting all hot and bothered. I pressed in my tongue, and
fingered her to another climax. Then to Emily again,
standing her up, me taking her pussy, Vanessa her ass. She
started moaning and begging for more. I put a finger in,
fucking her with it. She came hard, grabbing my hair and
holding me to her cunt.
Then me again, on the couch. Vanessa ate me while Emily
sucked my little tits. Vanessa sensed my getting close, and
brought me home with her tongue on my clit and two fingers
in my ass.
Then we climbed up together on the couch kissing and
hugging.
"I need to rest a bit," Vanessa said.
"Me too," Emily replied, laying back onto Vanessa's lap and
playing with her own little nipples.
I looked at my watch. It was fifteen minutes before noon.
We had no more time.
"I think we're going to need to go," I said.
"No!" Emily shouted.
"Sweetie, mother will be up soon."
"So? She'll think we're out playing."
"She'll look for us. She might ask at the desk. They lady
there will tell her where we are. She'll come and knock on
that door."
I was right. At that exact moment, there was a knock.
Fuck!
We sat stunned for a moment. Perhaps it was not her. Then
we heard her voice, "Vanessa? Girls? Are you in there?"
She knocked again.
I ran and peeked out the back window. There were trees
behind the cabin. They were a tantalizing hope of escape,
but I noticed a steep embankment and tangled underbrush. It
looked like a desperate path.
We could put our clothes on and invite her in, but they were
a mess, and everything was covered in pussy juice. I'm sure
the whole room reeked of sex.
Vanessa just sat there with a blank look. Emily whispered,
"Let's hide until she goes away."
She knocked again.
"No, let's get dressed and let her in," I said.
"Huh?"
"Mother is clever. She'll likely wait by the door. How
long can we sit in here quietly? She'll ask where we were,
then check our story. Let's just let her in and face the
music."
"They'll arrest me," Vanessa muttered.
"Only if she tells."
She knocked again, louder, then tried the door. It opened.
None of us had thought to lock it.
So, that was the scene she found, the three of of naked, our
soiled clothes strewn about, and the stink of sex. The
vibrator was still laying in plain sight on the floor.
"Hello mother," I said, "Would you give us a moment to get
dressed?"
The color drained from her face. She muttered something
unintelligible. I looked at my two dear lovers, and went to
put on my dress. Emily looked terrified. She scrambled and
put on her clothes.
Vanessa just sat naked. She looked empty.
We'd had a good run, two years. We had to get caught sooner
or later. I hoped it would not be a disaster.
"Here sweetie," I said taking Vanessa's clothes, "Let's get
you dressed. Mother, please wait outside for a bit, and
we'll call you in when we're ready."
She stepped outside, but did not close the door. I stood
Vanessa up and helped her put on her skirt and top. I
straightened out her clothes, and mine, as much as possible.
Then I sat with her on the couch, and held her hand to me.
"It will be OK," I whispered. I kissed her hand.
"Please come back in," I said. Mother entered, dragged a
stout wooden chair to face the couch, and sat across from
us.
"Emily, go sit with her," I said.
That was my master stroke. I placed all of our hopes in the
hands of my sweet sister. Emily went to mother, took her
hand, and climbed into her lap.
"Your clothes are damp, sweetie."
"Yeah. I know."
Mother gave me a very dark look.
The pieces were all in place. It was time for the game to
begin.
"Mother, Vanessa and I are lovers. We have been since she
stayed with us two years ago."
"And Emily?"
"She is ... our special friend."
Mother looked horrified.
"Don't be mad," Emily whispered.
"We manage to meet when we can, and we make love."
"Do you expect me to accept this?"
"Yes."
She sat still, glaring at me. I could see the anger
swirling behind her eyes.
"What kind of girl are you? When I caught you with
Mirielle, I thought you were just the victim of her
seduction. Were you the seducer?"
"It was sort of mutual."
"Who is Mirielle?" Vanessa asked.
"She was my girlfriend," mother answered, "until I caught
her will Claire."
"You cheated on me?" Vanessa asked.
"Sort of. I had a good reason. We'll talk about it later."
Emily added, "She had a good reason, Vanessa. Please don't
be mad."
"You mustn't cheat on me. I don't cheat on you. Ever. And
its harder for me. You have Emily."
"Claire?" mother asked, "Do you and your sister -- "
She didn't complete the thought. I didn't pursue it.
We all sat quietly. A dark, turgid mood filled the room.
"I should call the police," mother said.
This could go very wrong. I considered murder; god help me.
Emily started to cry. "Please don't mommy," she sobbed out,
"I love her. Claire loves her too."
"It's true. I love her with all my heart," I said, "If you
take her from us, you'd be killing us."
"Like you took Mirielle from me?"
"I'm sorry about that. But Mirielle and Vanessa are not the
same, and you could have kept Mirielle, if you wanted her."
Emily was sobbing. She clung to our mom, and put her head
against her chest. Mother held her, and tried to comfort
her. Emily nuzzled in closer.
Then Emily's stopped her tears. Her face became blank. She
began to unbutton mother's blouse.
Never underestimate my sister.
"What are you doing, Emily sweetie."
We were devil girls. I heard Vanessa gasp. I just watched,
waiting for whatever happened next.
Mother didn't stop her. She let the buttons all get undone.
Then Emily freed one of her breasts from her bra, and took
her nipple into her mouth.
Mother looked at me, terrified, but she still held Emily
close.
I smiled. "She's irresistible, isn't she?"
Her expression softened. First she looked curious, then
content, and finally a look of soft pleasure covered her. I
went to her. I squatted down next to her chair, and freed
the other beast from her bra. Her nipple was large and
dark. I took it into my mouth and sucked.
She reached her arm around me. "Oh Claire," she said, "We
mustn't."
"Let's take you to the couch," I said, "It will be more
comfortable."
I stood and took her hand, leading her over. Vanessa got
up, and made room for us. Mother sat in the center, and
Emily and I curled up on each side of her, and returned to
her breasts. Vanessa squatted down in front of her, lifting
her feet and taking off her shoes.
Her tit was so soft. Her nipple got real hard in my mouth.
I felt her tense up and let out a gentle sigh. She stroked
my face, and Emily's.
"I can't believe this is happening," she said. Vanessa
began licking her feet.
"Mother, will you suck on mine?" I asked.
"Sweetie, we mustn't do this."
"Please mommy," Emily said, "Don't make me stop. I've
wanted to do this for so long."
Then a shiver of pleasure passed up mother's body from where
Vanessa was sucking on her toes. She sat there. I could
almost feel her indecision. We were on the edge of a knife.
Emily took her nipple back into her mouth, and gazed up
deeply into her eyes, then closed her own, and slowly kept
sucking with a rapt face.
Mother breathed heavily. "Sweetie, take off your dress."
I stood, undid the buttons, and let my dress fall to the
floor. Then I got back on the couch, sitting up on my
knees, and pressed my chest to her face. She took a nipple
into her mouth and gave it a long, deep kiss. I held her
face to me, and felt gentle strands of pleasure ripple
across my body.
Vanessa came up to her waist, and undid mother's slacks,
pulling them down and off. She was wearing a tiny yellow
thong.
"Ms. Sommers, you have a very lovely body," Vanessa said.
"Thank you, and please call me Brenda."
Emily stopped sucking, and joined Vanessa down there. They
pulled her hips out a bit, and pushed her legs back. I
straddled her torso, my chest level with her face. I bent
down, and whispered into her ear, "This is going to blow
your mind." Then up again, and her soft, sexy mouth on my
tits, and my panties grinding against her body.
I couldn't see what they were doing to her, but I felt her
squirm with pleasure, and I heard very wet sounds. "Tell me
what you're doing," I said, not wanting to miss out.
"Emily is -- how shall we say -- becoming acquainted with
her ass," Vanessa said.
"Save some for me," I said.
"Mmmm," Mother cooed, "Claire, take off those panties, and
climb onto my face."
At that moment it dawned on me the full measure what was
happening. I felt an indescribable thrill. I stood up on
the couch, yanking my panties down and off, and pressed my
pussy to my mother's face. Her mouth wrapped around me, her
tongue went in, pushing and probing. The sheer wonder of it
all was too much. I came very quickly, my knees all wobbly.
Then I dropped down kissing her. My pussy juice was all
over her face.
After that it didn't take her long. She came, crying out
and shuddering. I looked down at sweet Emily, her face
ecstatic. She pulled two fingers from mother's ass.
I dropped down to the floor, and pushed Emily aside. I
spread mother's cheeks, and plunged my tongue into her ass,
licking it as she came down from the orgasm. It tasted
wonderful, sweet, and murky. I fingered my pussy
desperately. I came again, tensing up and breathing hard.
I looked up at mother. She was staring deeply into my eyes.
She said, "Oh Claire, Oh Emily, I love you both so much."
"I love you too mommy," Emily said, "And don't forget
Vanessa. I love you Vanessa."
I liked to show my love through actions. I kept licking her
ass.
We all cleaned up, we at our cabin and Vanessa at hers.
Then we met for lunch, and spent the afternoon lazing by the
lake. Vanessa had to leave that evening to make her flight,
so we had dinner, then all got together in her cabin for a
final goodbye. It was lovely. We each took turns making
her cum. Mother went last, and Emily and I just sat back
and watched the two get to know each other's bodies. Then
she packed, took her leave, and we watched her car pull off
into the darkness.
"She'll be gone three months?" mother asked.
"Yes."
"That is a long time."
That reminded me of something vague and wistful.
"Yes, three months can be very long, sometimes."
We returned home the next day and began our new life. It
was amazing. Emily and I could be open about our love, at
least at home. We shut out the world. We kept our curtains
closed.
Vanessa emailed me every day, with news of her trip and her
job, and sweet words of love. I sensed a little tension in
her messages for a while. She was still hurt about
Mirielle, but finally seemed to forgive me. There was one
new thing in her messages, though. They now closed, "Kiss
your dear mother and sister for me."
I closed the email program and went down the stairs. They
were on the couch, having already started. They saw me,
separated, and invited me to sit between them. Emily
scooted behind me, and pulled me back to her, kissing my
neck and rubbing my tits. Mother dropped to the floor. The
hem of my dress was pushed up, my panties pulled off.
Mother leaned in and ate my pussy. Bliss.
messages, should it not go without saying? For her,
however, it was no mere formality. I went to Emily's room
to give her Vanessa's kiss.
Emily was now twelve. To look at, she and I could not be
more different. She had cropped brown hair, and was wearing
red soccer shorts and a sky-blue t-shirt. There was a long
red scratch, this time on her left elbow, but on any other
day it might be a shoulder or a knee. She lay face down on
her bed listening to her iPod. I could hear it blaring,
even through the tiny headphones. Her room was not at all
girly. The walls were azure blue. There were posters of
soccer and tennis stars, all of them attractive, both women
and men.
I drifted in quietly, closing the door behind me. I saw
myself in Emily's mirror. I was wearing a white cotton
blouse under a black jumper dress. My hair, also black, was
shoulder length, and curled into ringlets. I smiled,
staring back at myself with icy blue eyes. I was now
fourteen.
I snuck up behind her and plucked the earbuds from her head.
She turned over abruptly, and I gave her Vanessa's kiss.
Then I gave her a few of my own. Her lips were soft.
She smiled, wrapped her arms around my neck, and returned
the kisses. Then she said, "We have to be careful. Mom is
home and Mirielle is prowling around."
"I know," I answered. Then I whispered quietly into her
ear, "I just got an email from Vanessa. She's coming to
town, Saturday."
She blurted out, "Yes!" then covered her mouth with her
hands.
I smiled. She was such an eager girl.
"I assume she'll get the motel room," I went on, "But we
have to keep the day clear. I don't think mom has anything
planned."
Her arms were still around my neck, and she leaned up and
kissed me again. So enthusiastic. I looked at the closed
door. We didn't have locks; mother didn't believe in them.
Soft lips. A mouth wrapped around mine. Her tongue. My
hand went to her ass, pressing the fabric in. I found that
spot, and wiggled my finger. She tensed up. She stretched
out, catlike, and rolled over onto her tummy.
I looked at the door again. Was it worth the chance? We'd
gotten away with this for two years, and not by being
stupid.
Her ass was there, in front of me, in her soft cotton
shorts. I thought of biting into a juicy peach. I decided,
just this once, to take the chance.
The shorts were stretchy enough, and I grabbed them around
the crotch area, and pulled them up in a wedgie into her
ass. I tugged on them a bit. She rocked her hips. I
kissed her there, around the edges of the fabric. I
breathed deeply. I ran my tongue up and down.
"Please take off the shorts," she said.
I pulled them down and off. I spread her cheeks again. I
gazed at her little pinkish asshole, perfectly round. I
licked.
"Mmmmm," she cooed, then said, "You always make my butthole
feel so good."
"I love it. I wish I could climb inside and squirm around,
just nestle in there. Do you mind my little fetish?"
I kissed it.
"No," she gasped.
Of course she didn't. About this thing, she and I were of
one mind.
I licked more, pressing my tongue in, tasting her. I could
spend forever that way, as long as it took. However, mother
was home, and Mirielle was prowling about, so I lowered my
tongue, and licked her pussy. This would take less time. I
sucked it. I slipped my tongue inside. Then to her ass
again, where I truly longed to be. A finger in her pussy, a
gentle pumping motion, and an eager tongue, brought her home
quickly. She came hard, gasping loudly, and thrashing
about.
There was a knock on the door.
"Girls?"
Our mother's voice!
No time to grab her shorts, Emily rolled over and pulled the
sheets over her. I stood up and away from the bed, wiping
my face on my sleeve. I'm sure my mouth still smelled of
pussy and ass.
We stared at the door handle. It did not turn.
"Girls," she said again through the door, "Lunch is ready.
Please come down."
"OK mom, we'll be right down," I called out.
"Fine."
We heard footsteps recede down the stairs.
Whew!
The four of us sat around the kitchen table eating cold
turkey sandwiches and chips. Mother sat at the end, tall
and imperious with her classroom manner. She was holding up
pretty well for a woman her age, a shade past forty. Today
she was wearing grey form fitting slacks, and a loose white
blouse, unbuttoned to show cleavage. Her hair was brown,
Emily's shade, but she wore it long. She had my icy blue
eyes -- or I had hers. It was obvious that she was clinging
to what sex appeal she had left, but it worked.
Mirielle, on the other hand, was an ice cold beauty,
alluring, dangerous. She was twenty-two or twenty-three,
with long sandy blonde hair and deep brown eyes. Her mouth
was a bit pouty and she had colored her lips a deep sangria
red. Her little black pencil skirt stopped six inches above
her knees, and showed just enough of her thighs to make a
girl quiver. She had a great ass. Completing the outfit,
she had a bright red tailored blouse, like mother's showing
cleavage, a fashionably thick white belt, and black leather
high-heeled boots.
She was one of mother's TA's, and had been spending a lot of
time at our house the past few months. The story went that
she had been born in France, but had come to America as a
young girl. Majoring in French Literature, under mother's
tutelage, was sort of a cultural homecoming for her, I
guess. Emily and I suspected there was more going on.
"So, how are you girls today?" she asked, her voiced
clipped, with a slight continental flair. I thought it
sounded a bit fake, but could forgive her for it.
"Fine," we answered.
"So, were you having fun playing up stairs?" she went on.
"Huh?"
"Playing. Did you have fun?"
"Yeah, I guess," I said. I didn't like the way she was
looking at us; it was too intense.
Did she know?
Mother interrupted. "Girls, Mirielle and I have an
announcement to make. I think it is very important."
Here it comes, I thought. She will tell us that she is a
lesbian. She will expect us to be shocked and confused.
After all, we have such innocent minds. I sat, feeling
quite pleasant, waiting for the news.
"We have rented a cabin up in the Catskills for the
weekend," she went on, "And the four of us are going up. We
have a lot to talk about."
Fuck!
Mirielle sat smiling. "Brenda and I are looking so forward
to spending time with you," she said with her phony accent.
"Brenda" she called her, my mother. A few weeks ago it was,
"Ms. Sommers."
Emily looked panicked. "I can't go," she blurted out.
"Why not, dear?" mother asked.
"I ... uh ... have a school project."
She was a terrible liar. Mother would check on that, call
her teachers to have the project delayed. When there was no
project, she would wonder at the lie. Suspicions would
arise. We'd get caught.
"No sweetie," I said, "that project isn't due until two
weeks from now. You're confused."
I gave her a hard look. "Trust me", it said. I would find
a way out of this, but it had to be subtle.
"That's settled then," mother went on, "We'll leave Friday
after you two get out of school. I've already cancelled my
afternoon appointments."
Mirielle gave me a long, knowing smile.
I thought of my dear Vanessa. I thought of her eyes. Her
mouth. Her tongue! I swore I would find a way out of this.
Later, while laying alone in my bed thinking, Mirielle came
in. She closed the door behind her.
"Brenda went out for a bit," she said.
"OK."
She walked to the center of the room like she owned the
place. She looked around at my stuff.
"You have a good sense of color," she said, "Perhaps you
should be an artist."
I thought she was full of shit. My room was done up in
black, white, and lavender. It was lovely enough, but
nothing mind blowing. I lay back in my bed, my arms behind
my head, and watched her.
She watched me back. I knew that look. She had beautiful
eyes.
"So you're fucking my mother," I said.
"Hmm. So you're fucking your sister," she replied.
The game was on!
"How did you find out?"
"I was listening at the door before Brenda called you for
lunch."
Damn!
I swore to myself, just then, that I would feel no regret.
"Perhaps we're were just playing at it," I said.
She smiled. "I'm not stupid. I know what I heard."
"So, you know. What now?"
"I want you."
Of course she did. They all did.
"Blackmail then? It won't work. Emily and I will just deny
it. We will seem hurt and confused. Mother will believe
us, and decide you're insane."
"You could pull that off, but could Emily? You saw her
performance in the kitchen. She is terrible under
pressure."
"I'll coach her. Mother just won't want to believe it."
"Perhaps you're right. Perhaps not."
She smiled at me. I waited.
She went on, "But blackmail is so banal. Let's agree there
will be no blackmail. I won't tell her. That just isn't my
style."
"OK. I'm fine with that. Now what?"
"I still want you. What must I do to get you?"
She gazed at me. Such simple words she said, but I could
feel the effect of her presence. She was beautiful. Her
deep brown eyes. Such a hot body. And that black pencil
skirt! Fuck!
She was a practiced seductress. It was transparent to me.
But then again, was it so bad, being seduced?
"Cancel the weekend trip," I said, "Promise it is off, and
you can have me, just this one time."
She thought about that. "Brenda will be so sad. Why do you
girls want to cancel it so badly?"
Every so often her French accent sounded real. It did that
time.
"We have our reasons. Will you do it? Do you promise?"
"Just one time?"
"Just once."
"But I want more."
She gazed at me. The was something lurid behind her eyes.
It was very attractive.
"You get one time for this. You want more, we'll deal
later."
She smiled. Inside, I surrendered to it.
"Alright," she said, "I'll tell Brenda that my mother just
called and I have to see her this weekend. She's sick, it
turns out. Brenda will believe that."
"Very well. Now kiss me."
She kissed me. She leaned over the bed. I sat up, halfway.
She pulled me up the rest, and locked her lips to mine. Her
mouth was incredible. I felt a warmth spread from my pussy.
I pressed in my tongue. We kissed deeply.
She sat me on the side of the bed, then squatted down in
front of me. Her face was level with my chest. She reached
forward and grasped my smallish breast, the left one, and
gently squeezed my nipple through the fabric of my dress and
blouse.
"You're such a little angel," she said.
I felt like a devil. I'd never been with a girl I didn't
love before. Only Vanessa and Emily, and they were both
precious in my heart. Mirielle was not. I pushed her head
back, leaned forward, and spat in her mouth.
This would be fun.
She swallowed my spit and got a great big smile. I think it
became clear to her just what I was. I hoped very much that
she liked ass.
"You're a dirty little girl," she said.
"Shut up and undress me," I replied.
She stood me up, squeezing my ass hard. She unclipped the
straps of my jumper and slid it down my body. She followed
it, sitting on her knees. She was tall and I was short, so
she had to contort a bit, but she pressed her face to my
pussy, and licked it through my panties.
I held her head, and thrust my hips forward. I squirmed a
bit. My pussy felt very, very good. My clit was all
atwitter. I unbuttoned my blouse, pulled it off, and set it
aside.
She raised up again to a squatting position, level with my
bare chest. She pulled me in close, sucking my nipples and
grabbing my ass. I felt a thrill when her finger passed
over my asshole, but it did not linger. Still, her mouth on
my tits felt good. A warmth went down to my tummy, then a
bit further. She sucked more, moaning and squirming.
Obviously she loved my little pointy tits.
We each have our own thing, our little fetish. Hers was
tits. I let her suck. It felt good enough. When it was my
turn, I'd have that ass!
She put me back on the bed, still sucking. I relaxed, and
let her play. It started to feel pretty great. Vanessa,
Emily, and I were ass girls. I'd never had my tits sucked
for so long. I wondered if I could climax this way. I'd
heard of it.
"You're going to make me fucking come doing that," I said.
"God I hope so," she replied.
My pussy was tingling untouched. I cheated a bit -- I was a
devil girl after all -- and rocked my hips, letting my
panties slide over my slit. I felt the tingling pass
through my body. Then, slowly, I crept up to the edge of
ecstasy. I relaxed, letting the feelings wash over me. Her
mouth on my tits was so fucking hot. I felt passion rising
within me. I was so close. I reached down and squeezed my
clit, then cried out as I came. I shook. I felt warm all
over. I felt her kissing me.
"That was really fucking cool," I said, "I've never got off
just from my tits."
She pursed her mouth in theatric disapproval. "Oh, but I
saw you grinding your panties and pinching your clit."
I smiled and pretended to look guilty. "But still, that was
really cool."
"You want to suck mine?"
"Sure."
Why not?
She reached her hands to unbutton her blouse. I grabbed
them, stopping her.
"Let me," I said.
I undid the buttons, one my one. She was wearing a lacy
indigo underwire bra, one of those that don't really cover
anything. Her tits looked nice, well shaped, with puffy
pink nipples. I took one in my mouth and sucked. She undid
her bra, pulling it out from under my chin, and threw it
aside.
I sat with her on the bed and took a nipple into my mouth.
I sucked. I ran my tongue around it. I spat on it, and
licked it off. Her pleasure became real obvious. She was
moaning a lot.
I reached up her skirt, and gently ran a finger up and down
her soft, damp panties, but not too much. I wanted to do
that tit thing to her, if I could. It was her fetish, and
she'd given up her weekend. I licked and sucked. I kissed.
I spat more, and kept licking.
"Is this working for you," I asked.
"Yes!" she moaned, "Don't fucking stop."
I kind of tickled her pussy, just a bit, and kept sucking
her tits. She started getting close, breathing really hard.
Then she cried out, cumming hard. She lay there panting,
looking at me with feverous lust. I gave her a big, wicked
grin.
"Turn over," I said, "I gave you that. Now I get your ass."
Her eyes got real big. I don't think she quite expected
that. However, she did what she was told.
I unzipped her sexy little skirt and pulled it off. Her
panties were the same lacy indigo as her bra. I kissed her
through them -- kissed her there -- then pulled them off.
What a wonderful ass she had. Round. A bit fleshy, but
still firm. I spread her cheeks and gazed upon her asshole.
It was a little brown circle, slightly plump at the edges,
perfect.
"You're a kinky little beast, aren't you?" she said.
I didn't answer. Well, not with words at least. I licked
her delicious asshole instead.
"Oh fuck," she moaned. "Oh god that's fucking amazing!"
Was it possible that no one had ever done this to her
before? To see her ass was to want it. To see her asshole
was to eat it. I pushed my tongue in as far as it would go,
tasting her.
Sadly, neither of us heard the footsteps on the stairs. The
door slammed open and mother came in. She took one look at
us and freaked out. Things got really bad.
"How could you do that with my daughter?" she kept asking.
By this time, we were downstairs. Mirielle and I were
dressed again, sitting in stunned silence at the kitchen
table. Mirielle had no answer. She just mumbled "sorry"
over and over again.
My mind raced around for something to say, and came up
empty. I just watched, hoping Mirielle wouldn't say too
much.
"What is happening?" a small voice muttered from the door.
It was Emily. She'd heard all the yelling, and seen
Mirielle run by naked. I'm sure she knew basically what was
going on. Mother just shouted, "Go to your room!" She
left, looking hurt and confused.
I wanted to follow, to comfort her, but I needed to stay
here. Would she hate me? Technically, I had just cheated
on her and Vanessa. I feared that is how she would see it.
I couldn't say she was wrong.
"Get out of my house!" she finally said to Mirielle, "Don't
ever let me see you again. Resign from the college.
Today!"
Mirielle looked broken. Her future was slipping away.
"Don't!" I said, "Don't do anything ... official ...
permanent."
"She's lucky I don't call the cops."
"I wouldn't testify."
It didn't matter. Mother had seen enough. My testimony
wouldn't matter, and I knew it.
Seconds passed. "Do you love her?" my mother asked me, her
voice suddenly flat.
"No, of course not," I answered.
Then she turned to Mirielle and asked her, "How about you?
Do you love her? Did you love me?" Her voice cracked when
she asked that last part.
Mirielle didn't answer. She looked like she wanted to say
something, but the words were caught in her throat. We sat
there, all of us, quiet. Maybe if I had said the right
thing, just then, things would have turned out differently,
but nothing came to mind. Seconds passed, the calm before
the storm. I thought of Vanessa and Emily, and how lucky I
was. I had love, and was sure of it. Mother's face grew
dark. She waited for something. It didn't come. The storm
broke.
She kicked a chair, breaking it. Dishes were thrown. Her
blouse came loose from her waist and hung open. Her tits,
escaping from her bra, swayed about. She got really ugly.
She shouted for Mirielle to get out. She called me a whore,
and said I wasn't her daughter. I'd never seen anything
like this. Emily, who had returned to the doorway, saw it
and started to cry.
Mirielle ran from the house and escaped. I ran to Emily and
hugged her. "Please forgive me," I muttered into her ear.
I shielded her from mother, covering her eyes. She clung to
me. For that, at least, I was glad.
We retreated upstairs to her room and closed the door, while
the storm raged below.
"What happened?" Emily asked me, once we felt safe.
"Look, dear, I did something pretty bad, but please hear my
reason before you get angry."
"You fucked her?"
"Yeah. She agreed to cancel the weekend trip if I did. I
mean, I thought it was the only way, so I did it."
"Oh. OK."
"Are you mad?"
"Not really. That is a good reason. Mom caught you?"
"Yeah. It didn't really work out, did it?" I smiled,
trying to find humor in the horrible situation. It didn't
work. Emily looked forlorn.
"I don't think you should tell Vanessa about this," she
said.
"No. I don't think so either."
Eventually the storm below stopped, and was replaced by
sobbing. I considered going down, to give some sort of
comfort, but decided it would do no good. I just held on to
Emily.
The sobbing stopped, and footsteps came up the stairs and
down the hall. I heard them check my room, then on to
Emily's. The door opened, and mother stood there.
She was a mess. Her blouse still hung open. Her makeup was
streaked all over her face. Her hair was gross and sticking
together in clumps; perhaps she had cried into it. She
stared at us. She looked broken.
"We're still fucking going this weekend," she said, her
years of culture and education slipping away, her language
turning coarse, "Just the three of us. It will be fun.
I'll fucking make it fun. I'm not letting that slut break
up our family. She can fucking die!"
Fuck! All that and the trip wasn't off!
Emily's affection for her mother took over, and she ran and
hugged her. Mother grasped her in her arms. I looked at
them. Would I be welcome? She beckoned to me to come over.
I did, and she embraced her two daughters, and quietly
sobbed.
My face ended up against a breast. Soft, but still firm
enough. Very motherly. Her nipple was brown and pointy. I
thought of sucking on it. I could see Emily having the same
idea. We were devil girls; I'm sure of it. We refrained.
Now was not a good time. We just hugged her, and let her
cry.
I sent an email to Vanessa,
"My Beloved Vanessa,
"Mom is taking us to the Catskills this weekend. We can't
get out of it. All efforts to do so have ended in disaster.
Still, we must see you. Get a cabin. I'm enclosing a link
to the resort. Somehow, we'll find a few hours to be with
you.
"It is the best we can do.
"Love Claire
"P.S. Emily appreciated your kiss with her normal fervor. I
shall kiss her again soon."
A response came quickly. It simply read,
"Beloved. I just made a reservation for the last cabin. I
will see you Saturday. Love. Kiss her for me."
I did.
Friday afternoon, mother drove us to the cabin. After we
left the interstate, we took a small, windy, two lane road
through rocky hills. Her old Volvo purred along, puttering
here and there when we went up a steep bank. After a while,
I dozed off. The last thing I saw was Emily, still awake,
gazing out the window.
We arrived at the resort, a collection of twenty or so
cottages surrounding a long narrow lake. There was a
parking lot at one end, with a boat ramp and an office. We
waited in the car as mother checked us in and got the keys.
Then we walked, lugging our bags, along the narrow asphalt
footpath that circled the lake. Our cottage was back a bit,
nestled among trees. It was number twelve.
We plopped our bags down, ate sandwiches, and showered.
Then we played a couple of games of Apples to Apples. Emily
won both times. She was smiling. She seemed very warm and
happy. The mood mellowed. Mother was acting normal to me,
it seemed.
There were two rooms. Mother took one, and Emily and I the
other. We lay together in the bed, hugging and kissing in
the darkness. A shaft of moonlight drifted in. Night
crawled onward. We slept.
We awoke well past dawn to the sound of a bird singing.
Mother was already up, cooking eggs on the tiny stove.
"We're going to run down to the lake," I said.
"Be back soon. Breakfast is almost ready," she replied.
I took Emily's hand, and we ran down the footpath to where
we could see the parking lot. We looked for a little green
Toyota, her car. It was there!
I felt exalted. Emily got a great big smile, and I squeezed
her hand.
We ran back and ate. Now, which cabin was hers, and how to
slip away?
Mother wanted to go swimming. We put on our suits and went
down to the lake. Other families had gathered at a little
beach a few hundred yards from our door, and we joined them.
The morning air was crisp, and the water cold.
Bobbing in the lake, I looked around at the surrounding
cabins. Which was hers? Was she watching us? We'd appear
as mere specks from the furthest. The chill of the water
seeped into my body. I felt time crawl. Emily splashed
around laughing, and mother watched us, content it seemed.
It drew into late morning, and mother said she'd take a nap.
We all returned to the cabin, and she went into her room.
We had a couple of hours until lunch. It was time.
We slipped into our room and changed our clothes. I wore a
cute little blue dress I had recently bought. Emily put on
t-shirt and a little skirt, because Vanessa liked skirts.
"Easy access," she had once said.
Quietly, we slipped out of the cabin. No sound came from
mother's room.
Which cabin? We went to the office. An older woman
commanded the desk. She had greying hair, and wore slacks
and a man's shirt. I approached her.
"Hi," I said.
"Hello sweetie."
"That green Toyota in the parking lot, I think it belongs to
an old family friend. It would be just amazing if she is
staying here. Can you look in the register for a Vanessa
Park?"
She regarded us carefully. I'm sure she wasn't supposed to
give out cabin numbers, but would she turn down two cute,
innocent young girls looking for an old friend? Emily gave
her a big smile and looked excited.
"Well, let me see," she said thumbing through the
registration. "I see a Ms. Park here, in cabin twenty-one.
I'm sure that is your friend. How wonderful!"
Indeed!
We thanked her, and sped from the room.
Cabin twenty-one was a long walk around the lake. I held
Emily's hand, and we hurried.
She must have seen us coming, for she met us at the door. I
saw her while we were still some thirty yards away. Her
black hair was long. She was all primary colors, with a
simple red A-line skirt and yellow pull over woolen blouse.
Emily broke from me and ran, leaping into her arms and
hugging her. I approached slowly, just gazing at her.
She was everything in the world.
"Hello my angel," she said as I drew near.
"Hello Vanessa," I replied, with a gigantic smile.
"Let's go inside."
We went in. We hadn't much time, so we started right away.
I embraced her, kissing her deeply, feeling her tongue with
mine. Emily hugged her from behind, around the waist,
nuzzling her head into the middle of her back, then reached
down and pushed her skirt up between her legs.
"You don't waste any time, do you sweetie," Vanessa said.
She did not. My sweet sister knew the value of time.
While Emily began work down below, I helped Vanessa pull off
her top and release her bra. She had nice, firm, round
breasts with small dark little nipples. I suckled. Vanessa
smiled, and started to squirm a bit.
Then down. Emily had already pushed her skirt up from
behind, and I did the same from the front. The two of us,
squatting, nuzzled our faces in and kissed her through her
panties. Next, the panties came off, the two of us fumbling
to get them down. We laughed.
Back in, Emily from behind and me from the front. Vanessa's
pussy was neatly trimmed into a little V of hair pointing to
her clit. I could follow directions, and wrapped my mouth
around her special place, sucking in deeply. I worked on
her clit, rubbing my tongue around, teasing, licking,
sucking. Every so often, I would push back deeper to lick
her pussy hole. A few times, I met Emily's tongue there,
and we giggled.
Vanessa started to get really hot. She squatted a bit,
spreading her legs out farther. I could feel it was getting
close.
"Let's switch," I said to Emily.
We backed off and spun Vanessa in place. She staggered a
bit and mumbled, "Oh fuck this feels great." We went back
in.
I spread her cheeks and paused for a second, regarding her
asshole. It was still pink and firm, even after all the use
it had seen. I kissed it, with my tongue, pressing in,
sucking. Her pussy was very wet by now, and I stuck two
fingers in, getting them nice and juicy. I tongued her
asshole some more, then pressed the end of my fingers
against it, pushing. I felt her relax her anus, as much as
she could, and my fingers slipped in. She let out a long
deep groan. I pumped slowly.
Her anus tightened up. Then she came, her body going rigid.
Her head shook back and forth. Her knees gave out, and
Emily and I had to support her, gradually lowering her to
the floor while she writhed in passion. She lay back
against me. Somehow, I managed to keep my fingers in, and
continued my gentle pumping. Emily was still sucking her
clit.
She came again, crying out in unintelligible yelps. I kept
pumping. Emily kept sucking.
A third time. I think. Maybe it was a continuation of the
second. Her legs kicked out, smacking loudly against the
wooden floor.
Then she gasped for breath and moaned out, "Enough. Please,
enough."
I withdrew my fingers. Emily sat up, wiping off her chin.
Vanessa lay there, pressed against me, with her chest
heaving, her face rapt. I kissed her neck, and whispered
into her ear, "I missed you, darling."
"Oh girls," she replied, as she got her breath, "I missed
you too."
I stuck my two fingers in her mouth. She sucked.
Emily decided it was her turn, my delightful, eager sister.
She lay over the side of the couch, sticking her tiny little
ass up, beckoning. Vanessa and I looked at her, she licking
her lips.
"I like Emily's little skirt," she said.
"Me too," I replied.
"Shall we?"
"Yes, let's."
We took turns on her. Vanessa started, pulling the skirt
up, and pressing her thumb up into her crack, pushing her
panties a bit into her asshole. Emily closed her eyes.
Mmmm. She cooed in pleasure.
The panties came down around her ankles. She stepped out of
them, and spread her legs out as far as they would go, sort
of standing with her ass in the air and her face in the
couch. Vanessa sat down on her knees and ran her tongue up
from the tip of the clit to the anus in a long, lingering
lick. Emily's body jerked with pleasure.
That was just a tease. Vanessa got to work. She wrapped
her mouth tightly around Emily's anus, making a loud, wet
sucking sound. She kissed it, closing her eyes and wrapping
her arms around Emily's legs. With her eyes still closed,
her face passionate, she ran her mouth down over my sister's
sweet pussy, kissing, sucking, licking. Then to her ass
again. Deep kisses.
Emily squirmed and moaned.
"Oh yes, Vanessa. Stick your tongue in, please."
Emily's ass was tight, but Vanessa had a strong tongue. Her
mouth was wrapped so tightly against the anus that I
couldn't see, but given Emily's cries of pleasure, I'm sure
the tongue won.
"Fuck me with your tongue," she grunted out.
Vanessa fucked Emily's ass with her tongue.
Soon it was my turn. I squatted down, the hem of my dress
resting on the floor. I leaned in and licked. After our
long walk, and getting so hot and juicy, the odor was
strong, musky, and intense with the smell of ass. Her pussy
was so sweet. Her ass was simply heaven. I gave it a long,
lingering kiss. I pressed in my tongue. I ran my finger up
and down her slit, but only lightly on the clit. I wanted
this to last.
She started panting. She twitched hard. Her knees gave
out, and she moaned loudly. This wasn't it, however. I
knew every bit of her, and she wasn't even close yet. She
was building up, like a fucking hurricane.
I kept licking her ass, probing, pushing, giggling with
delight. I loved her so much.
"Oh Claire," she moaned out, "Oh Claire, Oh Claire, Oh
Claire."
Oh Emily!
Soon it was Vanessa's turn again. As we switched places we
kissed deeply, licking Emily's pussy juice from one
another's face. We reached down, rubbing, feeling, probing.
We were both breathing hard. We laughed, overcome with
delight.
Then Vanessa went in again. Back into position. Her tongue
probed deep. Then a finger in the pussy, a thumb on the
clit. Firm, but gentle pumping, a tongue in one hole, a
finger in the other. Time passed. The pumping increased in
intensity.
It fucking happened. Emily's head snapped back. Her body
shook with one tremendous motion. I leaned over and peered
at her face. She was transformed, from a small, silly
twelve year old girl, to a tumultuous, writhing demon of
sex. A long, singular groan emerged from the back of her
throat. She grabbed the cushions of the couch and clamped
down tight. Her eyes were wide; her mouth agape. For the
longest time, she didn't even seem to breath. Then a sharp
intake of breath, and a long gentle release.
No one could cum like my sister.
She tried to relax, but her body kept twitching. She rolled
over onto her back, laughing and gasping for air. I
squatted, put my arm around Vanessa, and we watched her come
down from the pristine heights, amazed, transfixed, in love.
When she could talk again, she said, "Oh Vanessa, Oh Claire,
I love you both. I love you both so much."
As we love you, my angel. Vanessa kissed her, and whispered
sweet things into her ear.
Finally. It was my turn.
I stood up, smoothing out my dress, and gave a pretty little
smile. I just waited, wondering what they would do to me.
"Emily, what shall we do to your sister?" Vanessa asked.
Emily looked at me. "Perhaps we should do you again
instead," she said, with a big grin.
Vanessa smiled, and pinched my sister's nipple sharply.
Emily gasped, then they both laughed.
"I know," Vanessa said, "you warm her up for me, sweetie,
I'm going to get my little friend."
Vanessa went to rummage through her luggage. Emily came to
me, took my hand, and led me to the couch. I sat down, but
she pushed me, rolling me over onto my tummy. My dress came
up, my panties down. And then, pure bliss.
Her tongue was such a small little thing, but it could find
the most delightful places. Tiny fingers assisted, probing
where the tongue was not. Soon my holes were filled with
little wet, squirmy bits of heaven. Wisps of pleasure
spread out from down there, tingling up my body. I felt my
nipples rubbing against my dress. I heard sloppy, wet
sounds from her mouth as she sucked and kissed. My pussy
started to flow, and my juices dripped down my leg.
Vanessa returned, carrying her "little friend." It was a
six inch, narrow vibrator with a small, bulbous head. Emily
saw it and asked, "Mmmm, when did you get that?"
"I've had it a very long time," she answered, "It was sort
of a gift from an old friend. I rarely take it out, though,
lots of bittersweet memories."
She handed it to Emily. "Rub it on her pussy to get it
wet," she said, "Then -- well -- you know where it goes."
Emily rubbed it up and down my pussy until it was slippery.
Then she pushed it slowly into my ass. After the end passed
through, I tightened my anus around it. It was so stiff. I
writhed and turned, every motion pushing it hard against my
insides. I felt a deep and wonderful ache. I groaned
again.
"You turn it on by twisting the end there," Vanessa said.
I felt it come alive, and a shock of pleasure shot up my
body. I felt the hum all the way down to my clit. I
grabbed the cushions hard, my mouth opened wide. I almost
came, but got myself relaxed just in time.
Emily started pumping me with it, slowly. I just held on to
the couch, contorting, writhing, moaning. I bit down on a
cushion and squealed. She kept fucking me with it.
Vanessa sat next to me on the couch. "Turn over, sweetie,"
she said. She and Emily helped me carefully turn over,
pushing my legs back so they curled against my tummy. I lay
back, my head resting on Vanessa's lap, my legs up, and
sweet Emily squatting there fucking my ass.
"Look at me," Vanessa said.
I gazed up at her, deeply, into her eyes. There was
something inside her, gazing back at me, gentle and perfect.
For this, I loved her. She smiled.
Emily wrapped her mouth around my pussy, probing me with her
little tongue. She twisted the vibrator, angled it up, and
drove it in deeper. My toes curled, but I stayed relaxed,
just enough.
"Go easy on her pussy, dear," Vanessa said, "We want this to
last."
Emily drew back, and just focussed on the vibrator.
"You can fuck her a little harder, I think. Is that fine
Claire?"
"Yes," I grunted out.
She fucked mer harder. A lot harder. I put my legs down,
arching up on the balls of my feet, rocking my hips to the
rhythm of it. Vanessa unbuttoned the top of my dress, and
bared my chest. She lightly ran her fingers over my nipples
in little circles, while Emily fucked me, biting her bottom
lip, her face transfixed.
I gave up trying to relax. There was just no way I could.
It would not be long.
I began to feel spasms shoot up my body. I shuddered. I
couldn't even tell what I was feeling anymore. What was
pleasure? What was pain? There were shocks of sensation,
shooting from my ass, across my pussy, and up the rest of
me.
Then just a tiny bit more, and I fell over the edge. I
cried out. I shot my hips forward wildly, Emily falling
back and me sliding on top of her. I kicked my legs out, my
body trashing about. Emily kept one hand on the vibrator,
and shielded her head with the other. Vanessa tried to
restrain me, but to no avail. I shuddered again. Then my
body went totally rigid, and I let out a long, perfect
groan, releasing everything inside of me in one passionate
sound. I peed a little. Then I relaxed.
"Holy shit," I said.
Emily lay there. "I think you just peed on me."
"Sorry dear."
"No problem."
By now I was straddling her, and she bent up and licked my
sopping wet pussy.
"Should I keep fucking you?" she asked.
"No, please, pull it out. But the licking feels nice. Just
... be gentle."
She pulled the vibrator out with a little pop, and shut it
off. I got back up on the couch, and she leaned in and
gently ran her tongue around my pussy. It felt all tingly.
I lay back on Vanessa's lap, and she stroked me.
"Fuck that was hot," Vanessa said.
"It was pretty nice," I said, smiling.
Emily gave my pussy a few more soft licks, then climbed up
into my lap and kissed me. Vanessa leaned forward, and
embraced both of us.
Now that we'd each had a turn, and didn't each have such a
desperate need to cum anymore, we kind of had a free-for-all
of hugging, kissing, and licking. I stood and took off my
dress. It was soaked down around the butt area. Then I
pulled off Vanessa's skirt, which also had a huge wet spot.
I pushed her back on the couch and ate her pussy. Emily
stripped off her pee soaked clothes, and crawled up behind
me and resumed eating my pussy and ass. None of us were
going to cum again any time soon, so we just took our time
and made each other feel good. We were smiling, laughing,
and cooing gently.
I tried not to think about our clothes, or how we would
sneak back into the cabin. I'd worry about that when I had
to.
After a bit, Vanessa pulled me up to her and kissed me.
Then we pushed Emily down on the couch and took turns eating
her sweet, young, pink pussy. Next I crawled behind
Vanessa, and ate her ass. She started breathing hard,
getting all hot and bothered. I pressed in my tongue, and
fingered her to another climax. Then to Emily again,
standing her up, me taking her pussy, Vanessa her ass. She
started moaning and begging for more. I put a finger in,
fucking her with it. She came hard, grabbing my hair and
holding me to her cunt.
Then me again, on the couch. Vanessa ate me while Emily
sucked my little tits. Vanessa sensed my getting close, and
brought me home with her tongue on my clit and two fingers
in my ass.
Then we climbed up together on the couch kissing and
hugging.
"I need to rest a bit," Vanessa said.
"Me too," Emily replied, laying back onto Vanessa's lap and
playing with her own little nipples.
I looked at my watch. It was fifteen minutes before noon.
We had no more time.
"I think we're going to need to go," I said.
"No!" Emily shouted.
"Sweetie, mother will be up soon."
"So? She'll think we're out playing."
"She'll look for us. She might ask at the desk. They lady
there will tell her where we are. She'll come and knock on
that door."
I was right. At that exact moment, there was a knock.
Fuck!
We sat stunned for a moment. Perhaps it was not her. Then
we heard her voice, "Vanessa? Girls? Are you in there?"
She knocked again.
I ran and peeked out the back window. There were trees
behind the cabin. They were a tantalizing hope of escape,
but I noticed a steep embankment and tangled underbrush. It
looked like a desperate path.
We could put our clothes on and invite her in, but they were
a mess, and everything was covered in pussy juice. I'm sure
the whole room reeked of sex.
Vanessa just sat there with a blank look. Emily whispered,
"Let's hide until she goes away."
She knocked again.
"No, let's get dressed and let her in," I said.
"Huh?"
"Mother is clever. She'll likely wait by the door. How
long can we sit in here quietly? She'll ask where we were,
then check our story. Let's just let her in and face the
music."
"They'll arrest me," Vanessa muttered.
"Only if she tells."
She knocked again, louder, then tried the door. It opened.
None of us had thought to lock it.
So, that was the scene she found, the three of of naked, our
soiled clothes strewn about, and the stink of sex. The
vibrator was still laying in plain sight on the floor.
"Hello mother," I said, "Would you give us a moment to get
dressed?"
The color drained from her face. She muttered something
unintelligible. I looked at my two dear lovers, and went to
put on my dress. Emily looked terrified. She scrambled and
put on her clothes.
Vanessa just sat naked. She looked empty.
We'd had a good run, two years. We had to get caught sooner
or later. I hoped it would not be a disaster.
"Here sweetie," I said taking Vanessa's clothes, "Let's get
you dressed. Mother, please wait outside for a bit, and
we'll call you in when we're ready."
She stepped outside, but did not close the door. I stood
Vanessa up and helped her put on her skirt and top. I
straightened out her clothes, and mine, as much as possible.
Then I sat with her on the couch, and held her hand to me.
"It will be OK," I whispered. I kissed her hand.
"Please come back in," I said. Mother entered, dragged a
stout wooden chair to face the couch, and sat across from
us.
"Emily, go sit with her," I said.
That was my master stroke. I placed all of our hopes in the
hands of my sweet sister. Emily went to mother, took her
hand, and climbed into her lap.
"Your clothes are damp, sweetie."
"Yeah. I know."
Mother gave me a very dark look.
The pieces were all in place. It was time for the game to
begin.
"Mother, Vanessa and I are lovers. We have been since she
stayed with us two years ago."
"And Emily?"
"She is ... our special friend."
Mother looked horrified.
"Don't be mad," Emily whispered.
"We manage to meet when we can, and we make love."
"Do you expect me to accept this?"
"Yes."
She sat still, glaring at me. I could see the anger
swirling behind her eyes.
"What kind of girl are you? When I caught you with
Mirielle, I thought you were just the victim of her
seduction. Were you the seducer?"
"It was sort of mutual."
"Who is Mirielle?" Vanessa asked.
"She was my girlfriend," mother answered, "until I caught
her will Claire."
"You cheated on me?" Vanessa asked.
"Sort of. I had a good reason. We'll talk about it later."
Emily added, "She had a good reason, Vanessa. Please don't
be mad."
"You mustn't cheat on me. I don't cheat on you. Ever. And
its harder for me. You have Emily."
"Claire?" mother asked, "Do you and your sister -- "
She didn't complete the thought. I didn't pursue it.
We all sat quietly. A dark, turgid mood filled the room.
"I should call the police," mother said.
This could go very wrong. I considered murder; god help me.
Emily started to cry. "Please don't mommy," she sobbed out,
"I love her. Claire loves her too."
"It's true. I love her with all my heart," I said, "If you
take her from us, you'd be killing us."
"Like you took Mirielle from me?"
"I'm sorry about that. But Mirielle and Vanessa are not the
same, and you could have kept Mirielle, if you wanted her."
Emily was sobbing. She clung to our mom, and put her head
against her chest. Mother held her, and tried to comfort
her. Emily nuzzled in closer.
Then Emily's stopped her tears. Her face became blank. She
began to unbutton mother's blouse.
Never underestimate my sister.
"What are you doing, Emily sweetie."
We were devil girls. I heard Vanessa gasp. I just watched,
waiting for whatever happened next.
Mother didn't stop her. She let the buttons all get undone.
Then Emily freed one of her breasts from her bra, and took
her nipple into her mouth.
Mother looked at me, terrified, but she still held Emily
close.
I smiled. "She's irresistible, isn't she?"
Her expression softened. First she looked curious, then
content, and finally a look of soft pleasure covered her. I
went to her. I squatted down next to her chair, and freed
the other beast from her bra. Her nipple was large and
dark. I took it into my mouth and sucked.
She reached her arm around me. "Oh Claire," she said, "We
mustn't."
"Let's take you to the couch," I said, "It will be more
comfortable."
I stood and took her hand, leading her over. Vanessa got
up, and made room for us. Mother sat in the center, and
Emily and I curled up on each side of her, and returned to
her breasts. Vanessa squatted down in front of her, lifting
her feet and taking off her shoes.
Her tit was so soft. Her nipple got real hard in my mouth.
I felt her tense up and let out a gentle sigh. She stroked
my face, and Emily's.
"I can't believe this is happening," she said. Vanessa
began licking her feet.
"Mother, will you suck on mine?" I asked.
"Sweetie, we mustn't do this."
"Please mommy," Emily said, "Don't make me stop. I've
wanted to do this for so long."
Then a shiver of pleasure passed up mother's body from where
Vanessa was sucking on her toes. She sat there. I could
almost feel her indecision. We were on the edge of a knife.
Emily took her nipple back into her mouth, and gazed up
deeply into her eyes, then closed her own, and slowly kept
sucking with a rapt face.
Mother breathed heavily. "Sweetie, take off your dress."
I stood, undid the buttons, and let my dress fall to the
floor. Then I got back on the couch, sitting up on my
knees, and pressed my chest to her face. She took a nipple
into her mouth and gave it a long, deep kiss. I held her
face to me, and felt gentle strands of pleasure ripple
across my body.
Vanessa came up to her waist, and undid mother's slacks,
pulling them down and off. She was wearing a tiny yellow
thong.
"Ms. Sommers, you have a very lovely body," Vanessa said.
"Thank you, and please call me Brenda."
Emily stopped sucking, and joined Vanessa down there. They
pulled her hips out a bit, and pushed her legs back. I
straddled her torso, my chest level with her face. I bent
down, and whispered into her ear, "This is going to blow
your mind." Then up again, and her soft, sexy mouth on my
tits, and my panties grinding against her body.
I couldn't see what they were doing to her, but I felt her
squirm with pleasure, and I heard very wet sounds. "Tell me
what you're doing," I said, not wanting to miss out.
"Emily is -- how shall we say -- becoming acquainted with
her ass," Vanessa said.
"Save some for me," I said.
"Mmmm," Mother cooed, "Claire, take off those panties, and
climb onto my face."
At that moment it dawned on me the full measure what was
happening. I felt an indescribable thrill. I stood up on
the couch, yanking my panties down and off, and pressed my
pussy to my mother's face. Her mouth wrapped around me, her
tongue went in, pushing and probing. The sheer wonder of it
all was too much. I came very quickly, my knees all wobbly.
Then I dropped down kissing her. My pussy juice was all
over her face.
After that it didn't take her long. She came, crying out
and shuddering. I looked down at sweet Emily, her face
ecstatic. She pulled two fingers from mother's ass.
I dropped down to the floor, and pushed Emily aside. I
spread mother's cheeks, and plunged my tongue into her ass,
licking it as she came down from the orgasm. It tasted
wonderful, sweet, and murky. I fingered my pussy
desperately. I came again, tensing up and breathing hard.
I looked up at mother. She was staring deeply into my eyes.
She said, "Oh Claire, Oh Emily, I love you both so much."
"I love you too mommy," Emily said, "And don't forget
Vanessa. I love you Vanessa."
I liked to show my love through actions. I kept licking her
ass.
We all cleaned up, we at our cabin and Vanessa at hers.
Then we met for lunch, and spent the afternoon lazing by the
lake. Vanessa had to leave that evening to make her flight,
so we had dinner, then all got together in her cabin for a
final goodbye. It was lovely. We each took turns making
her cum. Mother went last, and Emily and I just sat back
and watched the two get to know each other's bodies. Then
she packed, took her leave, and we watched her car pull off
into the darkness.
"She'll be gone three months?" mother asked.
"Yes."
"That is a long time."
That reminded me of something vague and wistful.
"Yes, three months can be very long, sometimes."
We returned home the next day and began our new life. It
was amazing. Emily and I could be open about our love, at
least at home. We shut out the world. We kept our curtains
closed.
Vanessa emailed me every day, with news of her trip and her
job, and sweet words of love. I sensed a little tension in
her messages for a while. She was still hurt about
Mirielle, but finally seemed to forgive me. There was one
new thing in her messages, though. They now closed, "Kiss
your dear mother and sister for me."
I closed the email program and went down the stairs. They
were on the couch, having already started. They saw me,
separated, and invited me to sit between them. Emily
scooted behind me, and pulled me back to her, kissing my
neck and rubbing my tits. Mother dropped to the floor. The
hem of my dress was pushed up, my panties pulled off.
Mother leaned in and ate my pussy. Bliss.
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