Being 42 and married for a little over a year to a cute
32 year old brunette…I preferred to go home in the
evening.

We had just finished an office wide meeting and I was
anxious to head out the door. It was my wife’s
birthday and she was picking me up from the office.
When my co-workers and I reached the lobby, a few of
them whistled. My wife was standing there blushing, in
a very short, sexy red dress that I had never seen
before. She obviously had plans for dinner at a nice
restaurant. Andy, a young partner at the firm, said,
“We always have a drink at the ‘Poison Apple’ after
work…why don’t you two join us before heading off to
dinner?”

Fool that I was, I said “How ’bout it, Jessica?” In a way
that made it clear she should say yes.

“OK…But just one drink, we have reservations in a
little over an hour.” She was a trooper. She knew
that I wanted to be ‘one of the guys’. Besides, one
drink couldn’t hurt.

As we walked over to the club, Jessica whispered in my
ear, “I’ve got plans for you, Mister, so don’t waste my
evening at this bar.” I could tell I was in for a nice
evening. Her dress was short and buttoned all the way
up the front. It was so short in fact, that she had to
hold it down in the light wind. God forbid that she
bend over for something. Her little dress didn’t
cover much.

The “Poison Apple” is a little dance club/bar with
after work regulars and a dance floor for couples.
Like most dance places, it’s rather dark. There was
only one table that would seat all eight of us, a
cramped ‘U’ shaped booth.

To show what a great guy I was, I offered to pay for
the first round. Andy sat Jessica at the head of the
table “since it’s her birthday”. The head of the
table, was the center of the “U”.

I headed off to the bar with seven different orders in
mind. Repeating them, so as not to forget.

The bar tender was slow getting around to me. I
rattled off all seven drinks (proud of myself for
remembering them all). It took a while for him to fill
the order and it took me three trips to deliver them to
the table. All of the guys were making quite a fuss
over Jessica. As I delivered the drinks, I caught some
of the conversation. They were asking her what she did
for a living… a receptionist at a dentist’s office.
What were her hobbies… blah, blah, blah… The music
was loud, but I could make out the gist of the
conversation. She was all smiles. She obviously liked
all of the attention.

As I delivered the last of the drinks, I found a chair
had been placed at the ‘foot’ of the table for me. So
everyone was sitting in the booth but me… which was
understandable, since I had been off getting the
drinks. Andy was sitting next to Jessica and I heard
him asking her “any tattoos?” The whole table chuckled
and I joined-in as Jessica just smiled and blushed.

Jessica excused herself to go to the ladies room. Rather
than clear the way for her, the guys on my right, slid
her out, across their laps.

Once she headed for the rest room the conversation
turned to other things. Sports, new clients at the
office, etc…

I started talking with Jay, to my right. “During the
week, we usually come here. On a Friday, we’ll go to
Big Al’s.” I’d heard of the strip club but had never
been there. “The girls are the best in the
country…great table dances…”, Jay said. The guys
at the other end of the table must have been talking
about the same thing, because I overheard one of them
saying, “Not often you see a girl, wearing’ a garter
belt… much less slide her ass across your lap.”

The conversation hushed a little as Jessica returned.
She waited for them to make way, but to my surprise Jay
took her by the waist and slid her across his lap and
passed her down to her place at the head of the table.
She seemed surprised, but didn’t make any comment. She
just quickly took a drink from her glass. The guys at
the other end of the table resumed their conversation
with her. I couldn’t make out the conversation over
the music, but I could tell that they were teasing her,
because she was giggling a lot. I went back to talking
with Jay.

He was telling me all about Big Al’s. I was looking
forward to a Friday office meeting…so I could tag
along afterwards. While I talked with Jay, I glanced
at Jessica every once in a while to see if she was ready
to go.

The conversation at the other end of the table was a
little quieter now…so they must have stopped teasing
her. She seemed to be more relaxed because she was
leaning back in the booth and seemed to be breathing
deeper. I glanced up again, to see that her eyes
weren’t even open at one point. Her drink must be
getting to her, I suspected.

I decided to let her enjoy it…since it was her
birthday and all. When she opened her eyes and saw
that I was looking at her…she jumped a little and
must have hit Andy because his whole arm shook. She
smiled sheepishly and gulped down the rest of her gin
and tonic.

I smiled at her…she must have almost dosed off and
felt silly about it, I reasoned. Andy offered to pay
for the next round. I said, “It’s up to Jessica…we
have about a half hour, do you want to stay for another
drink.” Jessica sheepishly said, “Sure,” and everyone at
her end of the table laughed and hooted. Andy passed
the money down to me and as I walked away to the bar, I
heard someone saying, “my turn.”

Once again, it took quite a while at the bar, and three
trips to deliver the drinks. I noticed on each trip
that people had changed seats. So it took me a while
to get the right drink to the right person. Finally I
sat back down and resumed my conversation with Jay (who
was still sitting in the same seat…although he kept
looking down at the other end of the table).

Jessica was relaxing again…leaning back in her seat and
seemed to be gripping the edge of the table with both
hands. Cory was leaning towards her and whispering
something in her ear. It was cramped at that end of
the table so Cory was right next to her. He was also
gesturing fervently with his hand under the table, as
if driving home an important point.

Jessica closed her eyes again… as though she was trying
to remember something. The guy next to Andy nudged
him and traded places with him. He seemed to want to
get in on the conversation that Cory and Jessica were
having. He also gestured under the table… apparently
in opposition to Cory. Finally, Jessica gasped rather
loudly…apparently exasperated with their
conversation. She leaned forward and opened her eyes
and took a another deep drink of her Gin and Tonic.

Jay was telling me about some of the group’s wild
evenings at the strip club. A little later when I
looked up. Jessica was leaning over the table and
filling her bowl with peanuts from the basket in the
middle of the table. It was a bit of a reach, so she
was leaning on her elbows as she did it… and it
seemed to take quite a while.

The guys on either side of her where leaning back
behind her… apparently to make room for her. Her
eyes had sort of a glazed look, I wondered if she might
have had too much to drink. She sat back down and the
guys next to her helped her eat the peanuts.

Just a couple of minutes later she was filling her bowl
again and different guys were sitting next to her. I
couldn’t tell for sure, because it was dim, but it
looked like the guys next to her were looking up her
dress. I tried to motion to her, but she seemed
oblivious to the whole thing. ‘Oh well, Let them have
their fun,’ I thought. Just looking isn’t going to
hurt anybody, I guess.

I went to the rest room and when I got back, Cory
offered to pay for the next round.

I looked at Jessica and she just nodded. There were low
chuckles around the table. I went off to get the
drinks again and notice that Jessica had apparently
returned to the conversation with Cory and the other
guy. They were both leaning in towards her. and she
apparently disagreed with both of them…because she
was gesturing wildly at both of them under the
table…probably shaking a finger at them both. It
must have been good humored fun, because the guys
didn’t seem offended by her scolding.

The bartender took his time again and when I returned,
Jessica was nowhere to be found. I asked Jay where she
was and just as he was telling me that she had lost an
earring under the table, I noticed the back of her head
over Andy’s lap. It was dark, but I could tell that
she was looking around, because her head was moving
around a lot. I went back for the rest of the drinks.
On my second trip she was still looking, but when I
returned with the last of the drinks… she must have
found it, because she was sitting upright… touching-
up her lipstick.

I sat down to enjoy my drink and Jessica excused herself
to the Ladies’ Room again. The guys took their time as
they slid her down the line and she trotted off to the
rest room. I noticed that Jay had moved to the other
end of the table, so I struck up a conversation with
Andy.

I didn’t even notice when Jessica got back, but she was
filling her bowl again with peanuts and Jay was
leaning-in behind her. I turned back to my
conversation with Andy. We talked for a while and
about three minutes later she was still there, leaning
over the table and resting on her elbows. When I
looked up, she grabbed her bowl and sat back quickly.
Apparently backing into Jay pretty hard. This must
have made Tom spill his drink on himself, because his
chin was all wet.

Andy, directed my attention back to our
conversation.

A little later I looked up and noticed that my wife had
undone several of the buttons of her dress. It was hot
in the bar, so that didn’t surprise me in and of
itself. What did surprise me was that her cleavage was
showing to the point that you could see the edges of
her bra cups. She just smiled at me and returned to
her conversation with Rod, a stocky black accountant
from an ivy league school. She was directly facing him
so all I could see was her back. Once again, it was
dark in the club, but for her to face him like that…
it seemed that she would almost have to be straddling
his lap… she looked over her shoulder and smiled to
me… so I knew that everything must be OK.

Andy asked me a question so I returned to the
conversation.

When I looked up again. She was sitting back in her
seat again and it looked like even more of her buttons
were undone. Her dress could fall open at any moment.
Rod distracted me by offering to pay for the next
round. Jessica said, “We’ve missed our reservations by
now…so we might as well.” Everyone laughed and I
noticed that the guys on either side of my wife were
turned-in towards her and showing her a lot of
attention.

Once again, the bartender took his time. When I
finally returned to the table, I was floored. Jessica
was leaning over the table, gripping each side tightly
with her hands and had the hem of her dress laid across
her back. Someone was apparently behind her with his
face pressed against her crotch and Rod had his hand
in the front of her dress and was pulling her bra down
and to the side. Jay was starting to help Rod by
unbuttoning more of her buttons and undoing the front
clasped bra. Jessica’s eyes were closed, but her rapid
breathing made it clear that she was on the verge of
orgasm.

I watched helplessly Rod pinched one of my wife’s
nipples and Jay maneuvered to suck on the other one.
Soon my wife gasped the same gasp I had heard earlier
in the evening. The most disconcerting thing about it
was that I was turned-on. Instead of yelling at
everyone… I delivered the drinks and went back for
the second and third trips.

When I got back Andy was at the head of the table
with my wife on his lap. She was bouncing up and
down… so I could tell that he was fucking her. Her
dress was open in front Jay and Rod were replaced by
other guys who were sucking her tits. I simply sat
down and watched as they took turns with her. Now that
I knew what was going on…she would close her eyes for
a while and then she would open them and watch me
intently as she was fucked and man-handled. At one
point, she sat on the end of the booth right next to me
and I watched her give blow jobs to all six of the guys
from my office.

She didn’t even offer to touch me, but she made sure
that I noticed when they came. Some of the cum
dribbled down her chin, but more often than not, she
would milk their dicks with her hand as she drank down
the cum in slow deliberate gulps.

Since that day, she is a regular at office functions.
The first night that I went to Big Al’s strip club, my
wife was there. She kneeled in front of each of the
guys from the office as they enjoyed the show. She
even sucked me off that night. While she was giving
blowjobs, guys had her skirt up and were sticking money
in her garter.

The only time that it bothers me is when she stops by
the office during the business day and fucks and sucks
guys while I’m working. She does it with the door
closed, but everyone (even the secretaries) knows what
is going on.

You set your helmet down on the table just inside the room door and start to spin around to see me before you can rotate your shoulders I have my right hand wound tightly in your hair and am forcing you in the direction of the bed, you start to say something but my left hand comes up over you mouth and I hold it there firmly until forcing you down on the bed and letting go of your mouth…the message was clear…shut the fuck up!

Pushing you up on the bed with a firm grip in your hair you struggle to get your legs under you and are half crawling half lying across the bed. I am untying your vest with my left hand and pushing up behind you with my body. You can feel my hard-on pressing against your ass as you start getting wet and pushing back against me your vest undone. 

I release my grip on your hair and pull it off, reaching under you and quickly unfastening your belt and opening your jeans, pressing my body weight down heavy on top of you. You fall forward lying on the bed. I jump up and grab your boots, pulling them off and then grabbing your jeans by the legs. You reach back and slide your jeans over your hips and they come off in a swift motion, pulling your arms back up to your head, you hear the sound of my belt being undone and my zipper opening, hearing my clothes tumble to the floor you push backwards in anticipation of my climbing on the bed behind you.

“Crack”!! my belt blisters your ass and you never saw it coming, you jump forward but hold your ground, two more full slaps across both cheeks of your ass with the folded belt and you are dripping wet, feeling the sting of your ass and bracing for another blow you feel my weight come on to the bed, spreading your knees and relaxing (you were pretty tense while being spanked!) you tilt your pelvis and welcome what you know is coming.

Your lips swollen and your pussy wet, I grab your hips and plunge fully in you with one swift stroke, feeling the heat of your insides and hearing a moan escape your lips as my grip on your hips tightens and I pause momentarily fully inside of you enjoying the tight, warm confines of your very lubricated pussy, you adjust immediately and push back against me. With this sign I start fucking you in earnest, ass slapping groin as each stroke is full, hard and wonderful.

My balls are slamming up against you at the bottom of each stoke, your boobs swaying madly as your arms struggle to keep you pushed backwards against me so that you don’t go off the bed, the rough material of the hotel bedspread sending delicious shivers thru your hard as rock nipples as they pass back and forth across the bedspread with each powerful thrust, guttural. Primal noises escaping both our lips as the fucking frenzy increases to a pitched fever. 

Our bodies sweating and slapping together as we grunt and groan, my grip on your hips almost uncomfortable now as I am pulling you to meet my every thrust so our bodies slam together and quake with the collision. Your stomach tightening as the first orgasm rips thru your body and makes every muscle contract, squeezing your pussy around my dick like a vise and urging me to bury my seed deep inside of you.

My dick swelling and my speed amazingly increasing I am dripping sweat all over you and on the verge of exploding. I crash in to you one hard last time and bury myself as deep in you as I can go and swell even larger as you can feel the cum working its way from the base of my dick exploding powerfully in your pussy. This sends you in to another convulsion of sweeping orgasms as you buck back against me and throw your head back. Your hair sweeping across your back I grab it hard and press my body weight on you full.

We collapse on the bed, my dick still inside of you with me lying across your back, releasing my grip on your hair you feel the sweat on my body as my chest lays heavy on your back. My breathing coming fast our bodies lay still together trying to recover, orgasm receding, breathing returning to normal. I kiss your shoulder, “glad you could come over.”

When we met, she was not a virgin, but I was only her third lover. For my last two years of school we were inseparable. We lived together the last year, and decided to marry as soon as I graduated. Both of us came from poor families, and knew that once married we’d be on our own financially.

We were in love, and married that June. I was accepted to a Masters Degree program in Minneapolis, MN, and we moved there that August. We decided that Desiree would put school on hold for a while and work to support us until I got my degree and could earn real dollars.

In 1985, jobs were not easy to come by, and Desiree scoured the papers every day, worked with employment agencies, and went on many interviews. As September approached, we were starting to get very concerned about money.

One day Desiree noticed an ad in the paper for Lingerie Models. We discussed what this meant, and thought that here was an opportunity for her to make some serious bucks. We both thought she’d be doing some print ads for newspapers or magazines. Boy were we naive.

Here is what happened on Desiree’s interview, as she told me some months later.

She had to go to a bad part of downtown Minneapolis to a club that advertised “Photograph Live Models”. Once inside, a tough looking black guy named Jerome said he was the manager, and to come back to his office for the interview. Jerome explained that in this club, guys came in and paid to take sexy pictures of the models. He told her “upfront” that any “extras” the models did, were their own business, he just wanted 20% off the top. Desiree had no idea what he was talking about, but didn’t want to let on, we needed the money.

Jerome went on to say that he’d have to see her in several outfits, take some Polaroid’s, to make sure she’d be okay for this job. He sent her off to the bathroom of his office, with a very skimpily red outfit.

After changing into it Desiree came out, very shy, but she stood in front of him for the pictures. Jerome explained that the pictures always came out better if the models were slicked down with Vaseline. So he moved close to her and started to rub Vaseline from a jar on her arms and legs. She felt his hand go into the waistband of her panties, and felt him gently feel her boobs and ass when his hands were in those regions of her scantily clad body. But because he didn’t say anything, Desiree assumed this was innocent touching as he applied the Vaseline.

Jerome took a few more pictures, and had her change into three or four different outfits. The last item he gave her was a sheer see through top, and crouch less panties. Desiree was reluctant, but he promised he’d just shoot pictures above the waste, but needed to see her in the whole outfit.

Again Desiree went along with the program. He had her sitting on a bar stool for these pictures, and moved in for a close up of her face. As he stood there, he suddenly put his free hand on her pussy, and inserted a finger before she knew what was happening.

Desiree said she pulled away, and told him to stop.  Jerome said, “I thought you might be a racist, I wouldn’t hire anyone that hates black people. I just wanted to see how you’d react.

Desiree told him that race had nothing to do with, that she was married, that she would never cheat on her husband. Ed said he didn’t believe her, and he bet she’d never in her life even kissed a black man. Desiree admitted that she hadn’t, and with pressure from Jerome, agreed to kiss him, just to show that she wasn’t a racist.

Jerome put his arms around her, and kissed her open mouthed. At first Desiree said she kept her lips together, but slowly opened up, and let him put his tongue in her mouth. The kiss lasted a long time, and Jerome began o finger her pussy again as they kissed. This time she didn’t stop him, she wasn’t sure how to react. She wanted that job and his kissing and fingering were making Desiree more aroused than she thought possible with a strange man.

As Desiree later told me, they ended up making love in his office for over a hour. When she left she had the job, and an advance on her first weeks pay. Desiree claimed the next day she was determined to let Ed know the sex was a one-time thing, and that she would not let it happen again.

Poor girl, she still didn’t know that her job was all about sex.

The next day Jerome greeted her and introduced her to Sassy who would show her the ropes. As Sassy reviewed the charges for the “Extras”, Desiree discovered that the photographers were really there for sex. However she didn’t say anything. After a while Jerome came in to ask her if she understood what the job was all about. When she said she thought so.

Jerome said, “Okay then give me a blow job, so I can see your technique.”

I guess she paused at first, but Sassy took her hand, as Jerome sat in a chair, and they both got on their knees in front of him. Sassy talked about ways to get guys to come quick, as she guided Desiree through the blowjob. When Jerome came in her mouth, Sassy turned Desiree’s head towards her, and kissed her, sucking the cum from her mouth. So there were two new experiences, blowing a black guy, and French kissing another woman… life was changing fast, she thought to herself.

And so Desiree became a working girl. I never knew what was going on; she was very vague about her work. All I knew was that our money problems were over, and my beautiful wife was happy all the time. It might have gone on like that until I graduated, but one night I decided to quit studying early and visit Desiree at work.

As I got to the place, I was uneasy, for I did have some idea of what this was all about. I went in and was greeted by a woman in a totally see-through outfit. I asked to see Desiree, and was told she’s booked for the next hour, “Let me show you pictures of some of our other models.”

Enraged, I pushed past her, through a curtained doorway, and yelled Desiree’s name. A guy (turned out to be Jerome) tackled me, and had me on the ground within seconds. I yelled, “I want to see my wife now,” and looked up to see a naked Desiree peeking out of a room. Jerome turned to her and said, “Finish your job, just come to my office when you’re done.”

She gave me a scared look, but went back in the room and shut the door. Jerome then got me up and walked me back to his office, holding my arm in a hammerlock behind my back. Once in his office, he told me to sit down and be quiet, or else he’s kick my white ass till I bled.

Jerome told me that Desiree worked for him, and that he controlled that part of her life. He told me she was a good moneymaker and his personal toy when she was in his place. “I don’t care what she does with you,” he said, “but you will not interfere with my business.”

At that point Desiree came into the room wearing only a sheer see-through robe, and slippers. He told her that he was just explaining to me about the way things worked, and now he intended to show me. “Take off that robe,” he commanded her.

As my beautiful wife stood before me, naked, next to this mean looking black guy, he squeezed one of her tits, and said, “see these, I own them now.” He took a finger and literally jammed it up her pussy, saying, “This is mine too.”

Desiree just stood there, but when he removed his finger from her pussy, and put it in her mouth she sucked it like she loved it.

At this point, Jerome told me to get out, and never to come back to his place again, unless I wanted to be a paying customer. Desiree just looked at me sadly, but never said a word. As I got up to leave, Jerome said, “Wait a second.” Then he said, “Desiree show your husband how you love my big black cock.”

Without any hesitation, Desiree fumbled with his pants, pulled out his cock, and started to suck him off. I wanted to leave, but couldn’t resist looking, and so I stayed and watched, until he pulled back slightly so I could watch him pump his sperm into my wife’s mouth, and she struggled to swallow all of it. When it was over, I left without a word.

That night, Desiree came home and told me the whole story. She told me that while at first, she did it out of fear and the need to earn money, now she loved Jerome, and loved the job too. She went on to tell me that if I went along with things, the money would be good, and she’d take care of me sexually whenever I wanted. But she also said that she had fallen in love with Jerome, and would never stop pleasing him whenever he wanted.

As I said, money was tight, and I was young, so I agreed that things would go on as they were. They would have probably, but as you can guess things changed.

My sweet innocent Desiree became more of a slut every day. With me, she was always bringing new things into the bedroom. She would french kiss my asshole, lick out my pee hole after I urinated, play with giant vibrators in front of me, and hardly ever wear any clothes at home in our apartment.

One night we ordered pizza, and she wanted me to watch; she said it would be free tonight. I stayed behind the bedroom door, and watched my wife give an unprotected blow job to this pimple faced, teenage delivery boy instead of paying for the pizza. It wasn’t to save the money, she just wanted the adventure. 

Another time, four of my friends, three guys and a girl were over for a study session when Desiree returned from work. She excused herself, and went into the bedroom, but came out 5 minutes later nude. She said, “let’s have an old fashioned orgy,” and she turned to my friend Jennifer, and                 said “come on, we can handle these four guys.”

Jennifer freaked and bolted, so Desiree turned to me, and said, “You don’t mind if I fuck your buddies do you.” When I didn’t say anything right away, Desiree went over to the first guy and started to deep kiss him. Again, I couldn’t stop watching as my wife, fucked and sucked all three of my friends.

The marriage lasted for about another 6 months. It ended, not because I couldn’t handle things, but because Desiree stopped coming home for days at a time. When I finally got the chance to ask her what was going on, she told me she’d become a “cum slave” for a group of Jerome’s friends, and that was now her first priority. Since I was at a loss for words, she gave me a video to watch. The video showed her with six black guys. It was two hours long and it showed Desiree servicing these men, one at a time, or in different combinations. She told me that this video was going to be sold in stores, and that it was the first of many she’d be starring in.

All of this was about thirteen years ago. I’ve moved on with my life, re-married, and have a family. I lost track of Desiree, and after the divorce was final, I never saw her again. The last day in court, she sat not with her lawyer, but with this black guy, and made out whenever the judge wasn’t in the room. As we left, she asked me if I wanted one final alimony payment. With that, she pulled me into the men’s room, and gave her black friend a blowjob, which I watched along with about seven other men in the room. When she was done she kissed my cheek then disappeared from my life.

I guess the one final confession I have to make, is that I kept the video Desiree had given me. And to this day whenever I want to get really turned on, I’ll play that video, and it never fails to get me off. Sometimes I just masturbate to it, but many times I watch it before joining my wife it bed. On those times, she never fails to say, “What got into you tonight, you’re a wild man.” 

So in a way, Desiree helps keep my marriage exciting.

When I got there I was pleasantly surprised to see that the place was deserted, since it was late and I didn’t really feel like talking. Besides, it was after midnight, so I figured I’d be pretty much by myself. I decided to do the clothes on my back as well, so I pulled my gym bag of spare workout clothes out of the car and went into the bathroom to change. Since no one was there, I was wearing a ratty t-shirt and cutoffs, with no sock or underwear. I threw everything into the washers, and started them all up.

I watched the clothes rotate, but quickly became bored, so I pulled out a book and started to read,. Just then, the door opened up, bringing a refreshing cool breeze into the humid air of the place. In walked a huge duffel bag wearing Birkenstocks and red hair. At least that was the impression I got. The bag hit the floor with an “Ooof” and I saw what was carrying the bag, He was hot, with ginger hair and freckles, and a body by Nautilus. Although he was short, everything was there, and definitely in the right place. He smiled at me and asked if any of the washers were still open. I laughed, and pointed him to the two washers in the place that I had not taken over.

“Sorry,” I told him. “Every stitch of stuff that I own is in these washers.”

“That’s OK,” he said, “two should be more than enough.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a roll of quarters. Checking the price on the machines, he blanched slightly. “Crap, I didn’t realize how much these were. Do you have some laundry soap I could borrow? I don’t think I have enough for washing and drying if I buy soap.”

“Sure,” I told him, pointing at the jugs sitting on top of the washers, “Feel free.” As he grabbed the jug, I quickly said, “Careful! The top isn’t screw…” but I wasn’t quick enough. The large jug slipped and the cap flew off. The soap came out and splattered all over his shirt and shorts as he quickly righted it.

“SHIT!” he yelled, as he stood there dripping. “Thank god I’m wearing my swim trunks under this, I’ll have to throw this all in the wash now too.” And with that, he stripped off his shirt and dropped his drawers, giving me a beautiful shot of his hot twink ass. He was wearing Speedo swim trunks, the tiny ones that are just barely not a thong. “Sorry,” he said, “This is all I have left.”

“Doesn’t bother me in the least!” I said with a smirk on my face. “But you better hope the owner doesn’t come in, or he might have you arrested for indecent exposure.” As I said this, he turned around and I saw the front of the Speedos, and the piece of fuck-stick he was packing into it. “Or with starting a riot!”

He immediately began to blush, which I always find so cute. Redheads really are kind of screwed when they get embarrassed, since no matter what you can always see it on their face. I laughed again, and waved him to a seat. “Take a load off! Hey, I feel bad, I should have screwed that on tighter. You want a coke?” He nodded thanks as he finished starting his laundry and flopped into the chair.

I went over to the machine and grabbed a couple of cokes and a bag of chips. I really didn’t want chips that much, but it was worth it. I placed the cokes on top of the chips machine, and I was able to catch him in the glass of the machine checking out my ass as I stretched to reach them. I also noticed him looking very intensely at me as I squatted down to get the chips out.

“Here,” I told him as I handed him the cold coke. I ran my fingers across his chest as I said, “I really to feed kind of bad about that. Did you get any on you?”

He immediately began to blush, and stammered that he didn’t think so.

I asked him, “Did you check in the mirror yet?” and pulled him up out of his seat and toward the bathroom.

He really wasn’t fighting at all, so I figured that we were in good shape for a fun time. When I glanced at his lap as I pulled him up, I noticed the head of his cock was peeking out the top of the Speedos, and when I saw that I knew that he was definitely interested.

When I got him in the bathroom, I closed the door behind us and pulled him over to the mirror. I reached around from behind and ran my fingers down his chest. “Nope, looks like you’re clean,” I whispered in his ear as my fingers trailed down to the exposed tip of his cock. “Or maybe you are a little dirty after all!” I slid my hands into his Speedos as he sighed at my touch, and melted back against my body.

He leaned back, and I could spot him closing his eyes in the mirror, so I leaned down and gently kissed his neck, causing a shiver to run through his body. Hooking my fingers into his briefs I slid them down exposing his cock and balls. It was everything I had hoped for. The cock was at least 8 inches long, with a girth of at least 2 inches. The head was bigger, mushroom shaped, and a bright purplish red. His balls were large and bare. His whole groin was shaved, which really turned me on. I love a man that keeps his playground clean.

I reached my hand back around him and started to fondle his cock and balls, watching them strain in the mirror. His breathing was already getting heavy, and I really liked where this was going. Pulling back, I turned him around and pushed him onto the top of the toilet tank. Quick as a snake, my head darted down to his, and I swallowed him in one quick gulp. He hit the back of my throat and didn’t even stop. I guess all that deep throat practice was going to pay off this time. I felt his cock head enter my throat and I couldn’t help myself, I swallowed, massaging the head with my tonsils.

“Jesus!” he groaned, “I’ve never done anything like this before!”

That was enough to make me stop and pull back. “What? Never?” I said, with a twinkle in my eye, “Or do you mean hardly ever?”

“Never,” he said, his voice going huskier with need. “I’ve never been with a man before, and my girlfriend has never gone down on me. She says I’m too big for her.”

I chuckled as I replied, “Nope, sorry Charlie. She must just be one of those people that doesn’t get the whole oral thing. I’ve never yet seen one big enough that I couldn’t fit it in.”

“Geez,” he moaned, “this is really incredible. What do you want me to do? What will make you keep doing this?”

“I thought you’d never ask!” I chuckled again, more evilly this time, as my head plunged back onto his beautiful cock. I started with a light rhythm, treating his cock like an incredible lollipop. I swirled my tongue around his head, then dropped myself full on his length, giving a little throat squeeze as he bottomed out. Then I would pull off again, and use my tongue on his shaft.

Every once and a while I would drop down onto his lovely balls and suckle them gently into my mouth. My hands meanwhile were playing with his hairless chest and twisting his gorgeous nipples. I love a smooth body, and I was really getting off on this one. I brought my hands down, and my right hand dipped between his thighs, and I wet my fingers in my mouth. As I deep throated him again, I ran my fingers up his thighs and gently started probing his tight little pucker.

“What are you doing?” he said rather breathlessly, as he tensed up. “I’m not sure if we should do this.”

I popped off his cock for a second and said, “Well, you wanted to know what I wanted to keep doing this, you’re about to find out.” As I said this, I plunged back down with my tongue, licking and sucking on his asshole, as he squealed like a little girl. His hands gripped my hair, and he started to pull me away. Just then though, my tongue penetrated his pulsing pucker, and instead he pulled my face harder toward him.

Using my tongue and one finger, I started to gently open his hole, blowing on it to watch my saliva dry, then wetting him again. I started working more into him, first the whole finger up to the root, then a second, using them to massage the inside of his passage. I popped back up to his lonely looking cock, and started sucking on it again as my fingers worked their way in and out of his bottom. He was panting pretty hard now, so I was pretty sure he was ready for the next step. As I deep throated him, I plunged 3 then 4 fingers into his now loose asshole and started massaging his prostrate. His breathing became high and fast.

“I’m going to come!” he panted, “I’m going to come now!”

Just then I dropped all the way down on his tool, and at the same time tweaked his prostate in just the right way. He groaned as he started shooting his massive load straight down my gullet. I never even tasted the first couple of shots as they went right to my stomach, but I pulled up enough that I could get a good mouthful of his tasty cum. I had to swallow a couple of times, as he just kept shooting. I felt the pulsations slow to a stop, so I stroked his prostrate a couple of more times and was rewarded with one final mouthful of cum.

Popping up, I grabbed the back of his head and kissed him hard. Like the bitch he was turning into, he opened his mouth immediately, and I passed him is own cum, using my tongue to swab it all through his mouth. He groaned against me, then I felt him swallow his own cum. At the moment, I knew he was mine.

Dropping my shorts to the floor, I immediately pressed my near naked body against him. He reached out and ripped my shirt right off my chest, and began running his hands all over my chest and body. I felt his hand on my nipples as I got myself positioned between his thighs again. I attacked his mouth again, forcing my tongue into his mouth as I pressed my pre-cum soaked cock up against his virgin hole.

I could feel him tremble beneath me, and I knew that he was trying not to tense too much as my head began to prod between his cheeks. Fortunately for us both, he never saw my cock, or this might never have happened. My 10 inch coke bottle width cock pressed hard against his whole, and when he groaned, “It’s too big!” I merely grunted that he only thought that because it was his first time.

My head slipped into his pucker, and stopped right up against the pucker. I began to bear down on him as I ran my hand from his hair down his neck, until I reached his pecs. I kissed him hard again as I tweaked his nipple hard, and shoved deep into his virgin ass.

I felt the vibration of his scream of pain against my teeth as he started to fight me off, but I held him down and stayed where I was, letting his body get used to the pain. As the pain faded, he started to relax, and then he started to try to get more of me in him. I could feel his dick growing hard against my stomach as I started to push and push, trying to get my whole cock up inside him.

He still had tears running down his cheeks as I finished pushing into him, but it was obvious that he had gotten to the point of learning just how much fun a cock up the ass can really be. I started to move around, but it was obvious that I wasn’t going to last long. The lead up was more than enough to make me boil, and plugging into this hot ass was all I needed to send me over the edge.

He moaned as he felt the hot come blast deep into him. As I finished exploding, I gave him another long lingering kiss then pulled slowly out of his bottom. “My god!” he exclaimed, “I have never felt anything like that before! That was incredible. What did it feel like to you?”

“Maybe it’s about time you found out!” I told him as I leaned against the wall and pulled him by his now hard dick toward me. I turned around and assumed the position against the wall as he quickly placed his soaked cock against my well traveled back door. He quickly got into a rhythm, and I was groaning and moaning as I felt his sausage slide over my prostate. His big mushroom head rode back and forth over that little sucker like he’d done this a million times. It wasn’t long, even with his earlier eruption, that my well trained ass had him ready to blow. He thrust hard into me one more time, and I felt him going off. I used every trick I knew to milk his cock of its pearly juices. As I finished up, he slumped against me and kissed the side of my neck.

“That was amazing,” he whispered in my ear. “Better than anything I’ve ever done with my girlfriend.”

I turned inside his arms and gave him one final kiss, then reached down to pull on my tattered shorts. “Maybe you need a new girlfriend. Or maybe a new boyfriend,” I said with a smile on my face. I reached into the pocket and pulled out my business card case, and handed him a card. “Give me a call, anytime.”

Where did it all come from? Perhaps from other actions or desires or maybe just a little shot of electro-chemical stuff hits the brain at exactly at the right or wrong time. I had pinned it down to the time I was fifteen and saw my older brother Bobby kiss my mother. I thought she had kissed him for a second too long. Maybe I just imagined that it went on for too long; after all, she kissed me on the lips often and it was no big deal. Maybe I had wanted her for a long time before and never let it come into my consciousness. Maybe she was sleeping with him. Maybe, maybe, maybe…but from then on my life took a different turn.

For the next few months, in my fantasies, I saw Bobby with my mother. He would strip her then he would suck on her nipples as she stood obediently before him. She always followed his orders. He screamed at her and called her names. Most of the fantasies were rough and I realized later that they were spawned by my anger and frustration. Robby would tie my mother to a chair and blindfold her. He would pinch her nipples until she screamed and almost choke her with his cock. She would beg him to stop but there was no mercy for her in this dark play; he was relentless. He would fuck my poor mother until she couldn’t stand and then he would come on her.

It took me a while to realize that my brother was only a stand-in for me and when I allowed myself to be the imagined participant, the expression of my erotic fabrications became gentler. I couldn’t hurt her, even in imaginings. I wanted to love her. I wanted her to love me.

I thought I had concealed my thoughts and feelings pretty well and that mom never knew how I felt, until that day of course. Bobby had moved out of the house and I wasn’t sorry to see him go. Although things had gotten better between Bobby and me but I still hadn’t forgotten all the punches and taunts of “Momma’s boy” he had let me have when we were younger.

I was nineteen and in my third year of college. I had picked a school near home. Since Bobby left, my mother and I had had gotten even closer than we were before. I liked talking to her and we spent lots of nights together watching videos.

On that particular morning, mom was sitting at the table in the kitchen and was wearing a light cotton print dress. It was long but low cut and showed enough of her cleavage to get me going. When she saw me she said, “Oh hi sweetie, could you do something for me? I must have slept badly and my neck’s killing me; just rub it for a while.” I stood behind her and started massaging her shoulders and neck.

I think the best way to describe my mother is ‘cute’. She later told me she always wanted to be ‘beautiful and mysterious’ but that no matter what she did everyone always told her she was cute. It’s as if someone had a carrot growing out of his head. When you look at him you say, “there’s a carrot.” When you look at my mother you say “she’s cute”. That’s probably one of the reasons she still looked like a kid approaching forty. My mother also had “It”. The “It” that Monroe had to make men come to attention, the “It” Elvis had to make all the women wet when he picked up a guitar.

On the day I was massaging her neck and the world changed, she had never looked sexier to me. If I would have thought about it I never would have done it – but I didn’t think. I just slid my hands down over both of her breasts, all the way to her nipples where I lingered for a moment. She didn’t jump or scream. What she did was take a deep breath and say, “Honey, I don’t know if you should be doing that.” I returned my hands to her neck and kept massaging.

I took off on one my porno fantasies. Mom is on her knees. Bobby and I stand at her face with our big cocks ready…waiting…and hoping she knows what we want and how to do it. She doesn’t disappoint us on either score. She starts by alternating on our cocks, sucking on each one for only five or ten seconds.

At one point she tries to get both fat heads into her mouth but has to be satisfied just licking them simultaneously. We can see how hot she’s getting. Bobby takes the lead and tells her, “Mom get on the bed…we’re going to fuck you from here to Timbuktu.” She doesn’t hesitate. She gets on the bed and spreads her legs. Bobby almost knocks me over getting on top of her. Foreplay lasts as long as it takes him to grab his cock and sink it into her wet pussy. He pulls her over on top of himself. I just look at my mother’s round meaty globes. Bobby says, “C’mon Rick, fuck her in the ass.”

I’m not sure if I should but I’m sure I want to. I want to ram it in her ass for screwing Bobby and not me; I want to pound her for turning me on all the time, and most of all, I need to.

I put a couple of fingers in as I play with her tits. Her ass grinding tells me how much she likes what I’m doing and I’m ready. My cock is as thick and hard as an iron rod and I expect her to scream but she takes it with an exclamation of “Oh…OH…” I thrust in and out completely at first, watching her react. She relaxes and her asshole is stretched and waiting for the next insertion. I oblige with a deep and forceful injection of my meat. When I get far enough into my mother’s ass to see three quarters of my cock disappear, I start pumping her. Bobby resumes his upward thrusts. As we both give it to her, with only a thin membrane separating the two big dicks, she keeps repeating how good it is to be filled with us.

We’re both getting closer and when we pick up the action and both pound her at once she goes nuts. She thrashes and laughs and keeps up a steady stream of talk. “Yes…fuck me, fuck me…this is what I’ve been dreaming about for years…my two boys fucking me…my two big cocks in their mother at the same time…in my cunt…in my ass…oooh yes…this is what you’re whore of a mother needs…this is what your slut mother needs…to get fucked by her sons…fucked by her sons…over and over again…OH…I don’t care who knows it …my boys are fucking me and I love it…”

I came back to the reality of having just touched her breasts with a hard-on from the fantasy and I’m emboldened to ask her the question I had been holding on to for four years, “Mom did bobby ever touch you that way?” She turned and gave me a hesitant, quizzical smile, “Of course not honey; why would you ask?”

My mother didn’t lie; in fact, the main reason she got a divorce was because my lousy father couldn’t do anything but lie and cheat. So there it was. My whole fantasy was built on a misperception, or would I have gotten to these feelings anyway?

I was elated and felt like a weight was lifted. I loved her so much at that moment; I turned her in the chair and start kissing her all over her face. She was laughing and she said, “Ricky, what’s gotten in to you today?”

“I love you mom…I love you.” That’s what I said to her even though she was looking at me as if I’d gone off the deep end, and of course, I had.

“I love you too sweetheart…but…” Before she could finish I bent and kissed her fully. She accepted my kiss and my tongue but when the kiss was over she said, “Honey this is too fast…we have to talk about this…but I have to go to work and…we’ll talk tonight, okay baby?”

“Sure mom” was all I could manage as she went to dress for work. A half-hour later she left with a quick goodbye and not even the usual peck on the cheek. I guessed I had blown it and started recriminations on myself for pushing her. What could I have been thinking anyway, that my mother was just going to strip and let her son have sex with her?

Late in the afternoon I had a break before my last class and I knew my mother would be home. I couldn’t wait and just wanted to hear her voice and maybe read what she was thinking. I called and when she answered I said, “Hi mom…I missed you.”

There was a hesitation on the other end and she said, “Hi baby…are you okay?”

“Sure mom.” My agitation propelled me forward. “Mom, could I ask you a theoretical question?” She made a small noise of assent. “Can you love someone you’re not supposed to love…is that possible…and if you do, can you tell your heart to stop?”

All she said was “Oh honey…” and got quiet. I pushed on.

“Mom, if you loved someone, wouldn’t you want to touch them and tell them and… make love with them…wouldn’t you do almost anything for the taste of their mouth and skin?” I heard her breathing strangely and deeply. As I asked if she was alright, it hit me and I said, “Mom what are you doing?”

Even though I had thought it, I was still shocked when she said it, “I’m touching myself.” She filled in my stunned silence and said, “I have to go Ricky” and hung up before I could respond.

That was probably the longest day of my life. When I got home we had dinner and cleaned up. I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop. Nothing. We sat on the couch and turned on the T.V.- Pins and needles would have been easier to sit on. I had no idea what I was going to say but I started anyway, “Mom…”

My mother looked at me wistfully and said, “Honey, lets not talk now…just hold me.” She leaned in and I put my arm around her. I remained motionless for a while and breathed in her fragrant skin. I felt a heart beat pounding but I didn’t know if it was hers or mine. Finally I leaned down and brought my lips near hers. She looked up at me and closed her eyes and I was kissing her again. It was as if the hours in between hadn’t transpired. We were continuing the kiss we started in the morning. I started unbuttoning the white blouse at her neck and opened it to her waist. The bra she wore was lacy and full but her cleavage was still evident. She took off my shirt as we kissed and slowly. We removed the rest of what we were wearing.

I said, “Mom, stand up so I can see you.” She stood rather shyly and I was in awe. She was ‘cute’ all over. Her breasts were full and heavy with pinkish-tan nipples that were the same color as her natural lips. The rest of her five foot one package was beautifully proportioned. I told her she was perfect. She said with a wrinkle of her nose, “No, I think I’m too big on top.”

I said, “Yeah right; put on your clothes and get out of here.”

She gave me her little laugh and then looked down between my legs at my rapidly rising dick and said, “Oh God, Ricky…Ricky…” I stood and took her into my arms. Her velvet skin was on me: her thighs, her belly, and her breasts. I ran my hand down her silky back to the globe of her ass that I used to pull her closer to me as we kissed. I took one of her ample breasts in my hand and lifted it as I massaged it between my fingers. When I moved to the nipple, it had elongated and I rubbed it with my thumb.

My mother reached down and wrapped her fingers around my cock. She said, “My big beautiful boy is going to fill up his little mamma.” I was stiff with the excitement of her touch and she generated as much heat with her words as with the hand that slid up the shaft. She cupped me and softly massaged me as she made a cock that couldn’t get harder, harder.

An old movie with George C. Scott and his wife Trish was on in the background as we moved to the couch. She reclined with her knees up and opened. I laid my hand on the soft furry patch and stroked over my mother’s moist pussy. She smiled and made a small ‘mmm’ sound. I got on my knees bringing my cock toward her. She reached with both hands as she put her legs down and spread them. She positioned me at pink of her opening.

She was ready and I entered my mother with only a little difficulty. I was swollen and thick for her but she was now very wet. I filled her with my cock and told her of my longing and love for her. She was moaning gently but didn’t say one word throughout our lovemaking. She was grasping me with her hands and with her legs and with her pussy. As I watched my cock sliding in and out of my mother’s pussy I couldn’t believe how my fantasies had transmuted into reality and how good reality felt.

I had had a few girlfriends and was fairly experienced for a nineteen year old. I usually had no trouble waiting for my partner to approach orgasm before coming. This was different. I was having trouble. Each stroke that took me deeper into my mother’s channel felt better than the last. I imagined my cock sliding and prodding along the walls of her vagina. There was a harmonious fit as her channel conformed to the large shaft inside it. Being inside her was so much more exciting than anything I’d had with the other girls. I was fighting not to come because I wanted to be good for my mother. I wanted her to want me in her always.

She started moving with abandon and I was glad when I felt her stiffen; I had about three seconds left. She pushed her hips high up into me and arched her back with a long “Ohhh…” She dug her nails into my back and I started to come. The lubricating cum that was filling her pussy felt good on my cock as I pushed even higher into my mother’s belly. I came kissing her, moaning into her mouth. I thought I could never love anyone as much.

When we were quieted and wrapped in each other’s arms, I felt her body start a gentle tremor. When it became more pronounced I opened my eyes and saw that she was crying. It soon became audible. I stroked her hair and told her I loved her and that we hadn’t done anything wrong. When she finally spoke she said, “I know Rick…it’s not that…it’s that…I lied.”

“What do you mean mom.”

“Oh God…baby… I lied about Bobby…he did touch me this way…I’m so sorry honey…I didn’t want you think badly of me…I didn’t want you not to want me…it only went on for a month or so…I ended it because I realized I was just confused and needy…it wasn’t about the kind of love I feel now…don’t hate me baby…I love you…I had to tell you the truth; I didn’t want this to be between us…say something.”

I had frozen up. I was angry and confused. How could I ever trust anything she said or did from now on? Even though I was nineteen and thoughts about sex took up just about my whole day, it wasn’t enough. I loved her and wanted her to…I didn’t know exactly but I certainly didn’t want her to bring Bobby back into my thoughts when I had just gotten rid of him. So I was right about her fucking Bobby. Shit. The last thing I wanted to be was right. Maybe she just should have shut up about him and worked it out herself…but the genie was out of the bottle.

I took my clothes and walked to my room with the sound of my mother’s voice calling, “Ricky…Ricky?” fading in the distance. I didn’t talk to her until the next day, which was Saturday. Talking is putting it mildly.

I started with, “How could you? You bitch, you whore. You fuck him and then you tell me he never touched you? You say you love me and the first thing you do is lie to me? How can I trust you?” I put her through hell.

She said it in a hundred ways. “I love you; I was afraid; I was wrong.” We spent virtually the whole day alternating between yelling, screaming, crying, apologizing and everything else. I was young, stupid and self-righteous. It took hours until she got through to me.

“Ricky…baby…you have to forgive me…” Her eyes filled as she pleadingly said, “I’m not a whore…I’m not a whore…I’ve loved you this way for almost four years now. It started just a few months after I ended it with your brother. At first I thought I was crazy; how could I be falling in love with my son who was only sixteen? Oh honey…as the years past I still couldn’t explain it but I had to accept it because it just wouldn’t go away. Not a day passed that I didn’t want you…and it didn’t help that you ran your eyes over my body from morning ’til night either.” We both laughed a little. I guess I wasn’t as discrete as I thought I was. “Baby, I made a mistake, please don’t make us both pay for it forever.” Finally I saw her broken heart.

We had been at it for almost seven hours before I kissed her and told her I loved her. It took me a while but it finally got through my thick skull – we make mistakes, we admit them, we forgive and we move on.

We were both starved, for food and for each other. So we ordered some pizza and took off our clothes. My mother took me in her mouth and as soon as I felt the sensation of her tongue massaging my cock I said, “If you would have done that seven hours ago…”

She stopped and said, “That would have been the worst thing I could have done to you my baby…we needed today if we want to have a tomorrow.”

I knew she was right and I said, “Of course mom” and bent down to kiss her. We ended up on the floor in each other’s mouth. We were both sweated from the day but I loved her smell. I sucked the swelling lips below her clit and heard her sounds that were muffled by my cock, which filled her mouth. She was trying to swallow as much of me as she could and I felt myself hit the back of her throat. I got excited and probably drew on her clit a little too hard because she squealed. I said “Oops” and she laughed.

I gently took her back between my lips and circled the nub with soft pressure and flicks. My cock felt it would explode if she kept up the kind of sucking she was doing. I urged her to sit up on the couch. I lifted her legs and spread them pausing to enjoy the sight of my mother’s soft pussy. She broke my gaze when she said, “Be in me love.” I entered her steadily until I was fully embedded inside her. I bent down and told her to put her arms around my neck. I lifted her off the couch and she laughed.

I wanted to see what it would be like to hold my perfect ‘cute’ package that way. I held her up by her ass and she wrapped her legs around me. As I stood there holding her, we kissed long and hard. Her pussy was moving on me and clenching the cock that spread it. When he legs tightened around me I went deeper into her belly. My cock explored the walls of her hot passageway as she ground her hips. We were both breathing hard. Her mouth was on my ear and when she took her tongue out, she began to urgently whisper, “Baby…are you going to always want me to be yours…still want your momma’s pussy…you wont leave me will you baby? I love you so much…oh God …oh…” I assured her of my love and she went back to kissing me as her ass moved faster in my hands. I started to bounce her and I heard “Mmm…mmm…mmm…” with each jolt. She pulled her mouth away from mine to say, “Baby I’m coming…I’m coming…oh Ricky…Rickey…my Rickey…”

I let go when she did. Holding her the way I was made it difficult to finish with the usual long, fast, and hard strokes so it took me a lot longer to finish coming. It seemed like I was pumping cum into her forever. When it was over, we were both panting with exhaustion. Just as she was kissing me all over my face, the doorbell rang. We both laughed at the timing and I had to drop her on the couch. I said, “We could have answered the door together if he rang a minute earlier.”

Mom was sputtering when she said, “We probably wouldn’t have had to tip him.” That pizza, that night, was right up there with the best meals of my life.

We went to bed and mom curled into me. I had the sweetest little package enveloped in my arms and I said, “Mom, you’re the cutest thing.” She gave a feigned hurt look and I said, “Okay, okay… you’re the most beautiful and mysterious thing.”

She kissed me and said, ” I guess it’s okay to be ‘cute’ as long as you like me that way.” I told her that I loved her that way and everyway and that because of the way she was, I was ‘rising’ in love with her as much as ‘falling’ in love with her. A sleepy smile lit her face.

We were both so tired we fell asleep around eight. At two I awoke and just looked at her beautiful nude body until I couldn’t just look anymore. I took my mother’s tit in my mouth and she slowly aroused as my tongue played with her nipple. As she woke up, she responded by eagerly massaging my hardening cock and balls. When she exchanged her tongue for her hand, my dick stiffened into a rigid rod. She slathered me with long licks that encompassed every inch from the swollen purple head to the underside of my balls. When she finally took me into her mouth I was primed. Her agile tongue coaxed the initial evidence of my desire from the leaking tip. The sounds of her mouth were musical. I watched as more of me disappeared between her lips with each passing moment. I could hardly contain myself as her mouth, lips, tongue and hands acted in concert.

Around the house my mother used to wear the skimpiest dresses, in fact they were dresses that had the sleeves cut off and the length shortened, she also wore them when she slept. When people came around the house she would quickly run into her bedroom and put on a long overall; but most off the time she just wore her little dresses. My mother had liked to live in total comfort, so she never wore a bra or knickers around the house.

When we watched television I would sit next to her, and because I was taller than her, I would stare down at her breasts. She had the most amazing breasts I had ever seen; they were like a pornstar’s breasts, but bigger and softer. She had good-sized nipples that would show through her dress. When she sat on the sofa she would move around a lot, which meant that her dress that was already half way up her thigh would go even higher.

At first I would simply watch my mother from all angles and them go and toss over her in the bathroom. But as I got older and I wanted fulfilling I started to make my moves, to which my mother was ignorant. At night I would pretend I couldn’t sleep and I would come and sleep next to my mother. She and my father both slept like logs, so with her permission I would lie next to her on the bed. I always had to lie on my stomach to conceal my raging boner. After they were both asleep I would put my arm around her and cop a feel of her breasts and sometimes I would slide her dress up and put my hands on her thighs and her ass-cheeks. After a few hours I would go back to my bed and wank like a horny rabbit. I did this until I was about 15 or 16, then I started to fuck girls my own age and go out a lot, meaning that I hardly ever spent any time at home.

When I started going to college I would spend a lot more time at home, and not go out with girls every night of the week. Over the last two years when I was very sexually active, I did a lot of penis enlargement exercises and I also went to the gym 3 or 4 times a week. This meant that I had a very good body, which a lot of girls found irresistible, and I also had penis that a pornstar would have been proud of; it was about 8½ inches long and it was fatter than any sausage I had ever seen.

Over the past couple of years my mother would sleep alone at night, this was because my father would not be at home. He had a lot of money and had the body and looks of a 28 year old, my mother knew he was out getting his cock sucked by some young long legged blonde, but she never said anything because she couldn’t do anything without him.

After a while, on the days that my father wasn’t home I would sleep in next to my mother pretending I was just keeping her company. Sometimes I would give her back rubs, these firstly started with me rubbing her shoulders and her back while she had her dress on. A few weeks later I would get her to sit over the edge of the bed while I massaged her legs, then I would move on to her thighs and massage them; while doing this I would get peaks at her upper thigh and pussy area, but I couldn’t get a clear view of her pussy as she never opened her legs properly. One day I got some massage oil and I asked her if she would give me a massage and she gave me one without any questions asked. A few days later I was in bed while she was brushing her teeth and I noticed that she was wearing a bra and matching knickers. She came and stood next to the bed and handed me a little bottle of massage oil and asked me if I could give her a massage. I accepted with evident enthusiasm. I looked at her and told her to lie down on the bed, then he did something thing that made my dick get harder than it had ever gotten before; she took of her dress over her head, she took her time while doing this, which meant that I could get a very good look of her body while her eyes were covered. Then she laid chest down on the bed so that I could rub the oil on her back, her face was turned away from me so I looked at her every curve in her body and I started and drooled over her huge and plentiful ass. She was wearing her thong kind of knickers, which made her ass-cheeks look even better. So I started by putting some oil on the upper back and shoulders and I massaged it for a little while, then I moved further down her back where I encountered her bra strap. I fiddled with the bra strap for a little pretending I didn’t know how to unhook it, but the truth was I was an expert when it came to unhooking a girl’s bra strap. I was simply wasting time so she could tell me to stop what I was doing or to give me permission to do it.

“First bring the hooks together, and then unhook them.” she said hesitantly

“Oh I see” I replied as I easily undid the strap.

Then I started to rub her whole back, I had a little trouble getting to her other side so, while she was laying on her back I put one leg over her and sat on her back. I did not put all my weight down, but while sat in that position many thoughts went through my head, my fantasies were taking place. Then I climbed off her back and I started to massage her lower back, with every stroke I would move her knickers down further exposing her lovely ass-crack. As I did this she did not oppose, though she was perfectly aware of what I was doing. I was too afraid to pull her kickers all the way off and I was afraid to ask her to turn over. I hesitated and thought about what I was doing, then my mom started to get up a moved back a little and covered my throbbing penis with a blanket.

She sat up on the bed, with her fat juicy tits dangling in front of my face and with obvious wetness in her panties

“Let mommy give you a massage now honey!” she said in her inviting and sweet voice.

I thought that she just wanted to give me a massage and she hadn’t noticed her breasts were on show and so I instinctively shouted;

“No! Thanks I’m fine”

I was afraid she would see my enraged cock be appalled at the thought of her own son having sexual feeling for her.

“Come on, honey! You deserve it” she insisted

“Please, mom! I’m fine I don’t need a massage” I argued

But she leaned towards me and said seductively “ I would make me very happy!”

So I had no choice but to agree. I was hoping she would massage me while I had my clothes on, but she grabbed the massage oil bottle and told me to take off my shirt.

I did not know what to do, I knew if took of my shirt my rod would be exposed trough the light material shorts I was wearing, while on the other had I could not refuse to take my shirt off as it would make her even more suspicious. So, I twitched and fiddled for a little while hoping my cock would relax, but it didn’t work; so I slowly and teasingly took my shirt off over my head; hoping for the best. Then I let it cover my eyes for a few seconds, while my huge and swollen cock was on view to my mother, I then completely removed my shirt. I looked at my mother and she did not look at all surprised; there was no way that my mother could have not seen my cock; I thought to myself. I looked into her eyes, while her eyes were scanning my muscular and defined upper body. She nudged closer to me; ignoring my rod that was literarily poking into her thigh; and she put some oil on my bare chest and then she began to rub it a little more. Then she poured loads of oil on my chest and her eyes watched the beads of oil trickle down my six-pack and then into my shorts. She just looked at my bulging cock for a while and then looked at me. In her eyes I could she that she wanted me as much as I wanted her. I took a deep breath, while she put her legs around me and pushed me flat on my back. She teased me by rubbing my stomach and grabbing my nipples, then she kissed me on my chest, then she kissed my all over my stomach, then she got off the bed and put her head between my legs and kissed my thumping cock gently. I started to groan with pleasure, which she used as a signal to remove my shorts. She wrapped her moist lips around my rock hard cock, she managed to get the head into her mouth, but she was struggling to get anymore of it in there. So I assisted her by thrusting my hips forward, it seemed to the trick; she slobbered and slurped over my cock like a hungry and deprived hoe. I grabbed her hair and I started moving her head in the direction I wanted. I could see that she was struggling for air and so I pulled her head off my penis.

She then stood up, I stood up in front of her and told her to stand still, as I began to suck on her neck, I felt her nipples poking into my chest and so I started sucking on them while she stood there moaning and groaning. I suck and nibbled on her tits like they were covered in honey. Then I went down on my knees, my face was in front of her hot and steamy pussy. I teased her by kissing her inner thigh and occasionally running my tongue over her kickers. Then I slowly removed her knickers with my mouth and looked up at her face, she grabbed my head and buried it among her moist and steamy love hole. As I licked her clit she bit her lips to stop herself for moaning with pleasure. I continued to clean out her pussy; my middle finger on my left hand was deep into her ass hole, while my right hand was fondling her warm and soft breast. My mother’s pussy was wet, steamy and yearning for my cock that was throbbing like mad.

I got up and gently laid my mom onto the bed, I slowly then climbed over her, I opened her legs wide apart; her pussy was still tight after I ate it for so long. I grabbed my dick and rubbed it on her clit, she began to moan and play with her breasts, she couldn’t take it any more, and she grabbed hold of my cock and tried to guide it into her pussy. She struggled, as the huge piece of meat was just too big for her tight hole, I assisted her by using my hips to satisfy her pussy’s craving for my dick. After a lot of effort I got it in and I stared down at her, she looked back at me, there was an awkward moment of silence, in which both of us thought about what we were doing. Then I realized I’m fucking the woman that I have being tossing off over for years, this was a dream come true for me, so I began thrusting my hips causing my balls to smack up against my mother’s exposed ass. I grabbed her shoulders and I fucked her even harder, she was moaning and groaning, as if she had never had sex before.

My mothers body was steaming body, I was just getting started; I continued to thrust my cock into her abyss, when I remembered I wasn’t wearing a condom; wasn’t prepared to her my mom pregnant so I yanked out my cock, and stepped of the bed. My mom didn’t realize why I did this, so she got a little worried and lay there looking at me anxiously. The way she looked at me with her legs open and her pussy showing made me want to take charge; I was bigger and much stronger than her.

I grabbed her hips and turned her over, leaving her plentiful ass on view, I was pretty sure my mom hadn’t been ass fucked before so I wanted to start off easy. I put my tongue between her warm ass cheeks and I started to lick out the crack gently. I did this for a while, then I gradually got rougher, I took occasional nibbles with my teeth, then I moved my head out of her crack and took a deep breath. I enjoyed the sight of her ass as I gazed at it one more time, then I just slapped her right cheek, I watched her body quiver after the slap.

I clutched my cock and moved in, I rested my cock on her ass crack before I jammed it in her hole. I took another deep breath and started to push my cock into her ass hole, like her pussy this was extremely tight and I struggled and experienced a lot of pain as I was shoving it in. She pulled her ass cheeks apart with her hands, which helped my pole go in smoothly. I grasped her hips firmly and slowly started to pump her, and then I gradually started to make the movements forceful. Then I lifted her up slightly, while my cock was lodged in firmly, and I moved back, so that both of our feet were on the floor, now with my right hand I grabbed a handful of her hair and I continued to ride her. She was groaning like mad, I wanted to hear groan even more, so I started to squeeze her dangling breasts with my left hand. Her groaning didn’t get any louder, so I let go of her breast and started to slap her ass, she responded by getting louder and moving her body to make my penetration even more powerful.

After a few minutes of pure anal penetration, I got up and looked around, I noticed wooden chest in the corner of my room; I pulled my mom over to the chest and I seated her on it. Then I put my hands behind her knees and lifted her legs up and spread them apart, leaving her clit exposed for a real thrashing. I command her to guide my love pole into her gaping hole, and he did as she was instructed. As I fucked her head pounded against the wall and my balls again pounded against her ass. After fucking her for a while longer I got tired of doing the work, so I pulled out my dick and I raised her of the wooed chest, after this I sat down on the chest. She stood in front of my, not knowing what to do, I could see how very inexperienced she was when it came to fucking, so I told her to come and sit on my dick. She seemed confused as she slowly moved towards me, gripped her firmly and put her into position, where she was sitting on my lap with my dick deeply wedged into her pussy. Then I told her to bounce, she started off slowly, and then as she became more comfortable she began to bounce faster and harder, this is when I started to groan. She matched my groaning with her moaning; I clutched her loose breasts and I squeezed them, then she put her hands under my ass and she squeezed my ass as hard as I was squeezing her breasts, we were both being pleasured immensely.

For a few more minutes I sat on the wooden chest with my mom annihilating my penis, then her I felt a sudden blast of heat around my penis, my mom had cum, she had the greatest orgasm of her life. I wasn’t finished, I wanted her to make me cum, and so I pushed her to the floor, commandingly, and I gripped her hair, once more, and guided her head to my throbbing penis longing for fulfillment. She aggressively swallowed my penis, and she began to suck like mad, she tried her best to make me cum, but I was mot ready yet. I brought her to her feet and then flung her onto the bed. I then climbed on the bed and stuck my dick into her moth. I was in the sort of position, where my keens were by her sides and my balls were dangling over her chin. Then I thrust my dick in her moth, like her mouth was a pussy. She was using her tongue to her best of her abilities to make me cum, I started to get hot and I felt an orgasm coming on, I prodded my cock in he moth for a little while longer and then I pulled it out and held it over her breasts. I watched as my first spurt of my cum missed her breasts and landed on her chin, then I guided the rest of my juice onto her breasts. She sat up and licked the sticky hot cum off her breasts and cleaned up every last drop off my semi-erect penis.

Then she got up and put on her dress and I put on my shorts and we laid back on the bed and covered ourselves with the heavy king-size duvet. My mother came close to me and said;

“Honey, that was amazing, it was the best fuck I have ever had!”

“Mom, how comes when you saw my swollen cock, when you wanted to give me a massage, you weren’t suspired?” I asked To which my mom replied

“I’ve know you wanted to fuck me for a long time now.”

I was shocked to hear this she then continued to say;

“I’ve know this ever since you used to crawl into bed with me in the night and slowly lift my dress up, and sometimes caress my breasts with your sweaty hands”

I felt a little embarrassed and I looked away from her, she softly turned my head and whispered

“Don’t be shy, hon, I wanted you to do it. In fact I’ve been craving you for a few years now, ever since I noticed you exercising your giant penis in the shower.”

“Your cock is so much bigger and fatter than your father’s, and your body is so much harder and more desirable than your father’s, but the thing that made me want you so much is the fact that you actually desire my body. Your father stopped fucking me a long time ago.” she said, as her eyes began to fill up with tears. I pulled her towards me and I said to her;

“You’re the most attractive and desirable woman I know, and you’re one hell of a fuck, dad is just being like every other man. He can’t stay with one woman; the problem is with dad, not you mom”

I held her close and we both went to sleep in each other’s arms.

“You look fantastic!” he went on, still addressing Courtney, my wife. He was tall and obviously an outgoing person. “Do you know what I like *best* about you?”

“Oh Craig, stop teasing her,” said Isobel, “There’s no stopping him,” she said to us.

“What do you like best?” asked Courtney.

“Your mouth, you have the most wonderful mouth.” This was a little strange. “It is so perfectly shaped! And your lips! They’re *fantastic*! Do you know what your mouth and lips are perfect for?”

“What” asked Courtney? She seemed a little wary to me and a little taken aback.

“For what *men like best*!” There was a pause and no one said anything. I was sure Courtney was going to explode and I waited like a statue, braced for it. Then she giggled.

“Sorry about that,” said Isobel, “Obviously he’s not housebroken yet.”

“I can see that!” said Courtney but she was still giggling.

“What’s the matter?” said Craig. “I just call it like I see it.”

“Right,” said Isobel, rolling her eyes at the same time.

Craig was a little much for me–one of the louder and more abrasive people I’d ever met. He had a comment for everything throughout dinner and I wondered how long Isobel would be able to take him. After dinner Isobel and Courtney got in conversation catching up and I ended up entertaining Craig.

“They sure are a couple of hot babes!” he said by way of making conversation, I suppose.

“Yes, they are both very attractive.”

“You got *that* right!” I tried to think of a response to that. I suspected keeping up a conversation with Craig would be a challenge. After a pause, he went on “Did you ever do Isobel?”

“No, I never did!”

“How could you keep your hands off her? What a pair of sisters! I bet Isobel’s been desperate when she was between boyfriends!”

“Well, I’ve stuck with Courtney.”

“Right! I got ya!” and he winked at me! Believe it or not, our conversation didn’t rise much above that. Finally we all got to talking some more and I felt relieved even though the conversation was still a bit strange.

I almost asked Courtney what she thought of Craig when we went to bed but figured I didn’t want to listen to a harangue. I wondered what it was going to be like spending a day at the beach with them. But something made me look at Courtney’s mouth. No, we never do that. I think about doing it sometimes but I could never imagine Courtney going for it.

That night, I woke up and Courtney wasn’t there! “Courtney,” I said in a low voice and got no response. I got up without turning on the light and wandered out the door in the dark. Light was coming from the guest bedroom and the door opened a bit, blinding me. When it was shut, I found Isobel in the hall with me.

“Everything all right?” I asked Isobel in a low voice.

“Oh, sure,” said Isobel.

“Courtney got up for something,” I said.

“Oh, it’s that Craig! There’s no stopping him!” said Isobel. “Come here and look,” she added, grabbing my hand and pulling me. She pulled me to the door and opened it a crack. Courtney was in there! And kneeling in front of Craig with his cock in her mouth! I stared. Isobel closed the door again.

“Once he has something in his mind, you just have to get out of his way!” she said and giggled. I didn’t know what to do. She just stood there as if she were waiting for me. Finally, I walked back into my room–it was like I was in a trance. I lay in bed, staring at the dark ceiling.

I woke up the next morning to find Courtney right there beside me–as if nothing had happened! We all ate breakfast and no one said a single word about it! After breakfast, we drove down to the ocean. It was pretty crowded but we had the chance to go in a bit as well as lay out. Craig was in and out of the waves the whole time. Courtney and Isobel sat and talked for a lot of the time. I got bored. Then we were leaving.

“Yep, that Courtney’s really something!” Craig was babbling on as we walked through the parking lot but this caught my attention in light of the previous evening’s activities. “You’ve got the mouth of an *angel*!” he went on, directing his comment to Courtney.

“Don’t listen to him!” said Isobel, giggling.

“I *mean* it! Peter knows, don’t you?” Now *what* was I going to say to answer *that*?

“Yes–she’s *very* pretty” I volunteered. We were approaching our car.

“Sure she’s a knockout. But I mean the way she sucks cock!” Courtney gasped and Isobel giggled again. This was unbelievable! I just stared. “Come let’s show them,” he went on. We were at the car. He pulled Courtney by the hand over next to the car–between it and a minivan parked next to it. Then he pushed down on her shoulders, inducing her to kneel. They were still both in their suits–Courtney in a bikini. He pulled off his suit and his cock sprang out there right in front of her face. She didn’t look at me at all but just knelt there looking at his cock. There weren’t people right there in the parking lot but it was pretty open–anyone could come toward us.

“Easy now, girl, you can do it,” he said and he pulled her head toward his cock. Right out there in daylight, in the parking lot! I looked around nervously. She had him in her mouth and was sucking away. Isobel just watched and smiled. I couldn’t help but nervously look around for anyone coming.

She went on and on, sucking him. He looked down at her and smiled. I couldn’t stand watching it.

“Isn’t she good?” he finally said. Then he started grunting and spasming and it was obvious that he was coming. She just kept sucking.

“She’s a great little cocksucker–a *real talent*” he went on. Courtney stood up. She looked a little nervous and didn’t look at me at all.

“Well I think she has a *lot to learn*” volunteered Isobel.

“Well she isn’t as accomplished as *you* but she certainly has potential.”

“I’ll show you *real* cock sucking,” responded Isobel. Immediately she was on her knees in front of Craig. In seconds she had her one-piece peeled off and around her knees. I stared at her body–her naked breasts. Craig approached her and she went right for his cock with her mouth. He grabbed her hair and started fucking like crazy. I couldn’t believe how much they moved–he was slamming into her face! She more-or-less hung on for dear life. She had her hands folded behind her back. He was jerking more and more until he obviously came again. I couldn’t take my eyes off them. Courtney was watching them too. When he was done, he collapsed against the car and she collapsed into sitting on the ground. They just stayed like that catching their breath for a minute. Then they pulled on their suits and got in the car!

Courtney wouldn’t look at me that evening–I never talked to her once even though we all had supper together. That evening, Courtney and Craig disappeared into the guest bedroom. I didn’t go up there. They were there for hours ‘til past time to go to bed. Isobel and I watched TV, not saying much. Finally I headed for the bedroom without Courtney. Isobel followed me.

“She just wants to learn,” said Isobel. She sensed that I didn’t like all this. She left and I went to bed. As soon as I had the light out, the door opened and someone slipped in. I turned on the light again by the bed. It was Isobel. She was in a nightie and she slipped into bed in Courtney’s place and reached over me and turned out the light again.

I lay there thinking. “It’s just a little *change* for her,” said Isobel as she lay there. “She’s going to know new things.” I didn’t answer but still stared at the dark ceiling. She reached over and took my hand. “Hold me, please,” she said. I finally looked at her in the dark. We kissed for a minute. Then she drew back and lay on her back next to me. She said quietly “please?” I still stared at the ceiling–I couldn’t do it. I held her in my arms part of the night but that was all.

The next morning, Craig and Isobel were gone. Courtney was making breakfast when I woke up. She said good morning when I came down as if nothing had happened.

“Courtney…” it was my first word of the morning and she turned, sensing I was disturbed.

She put her finger over her lips to quiet me. “You liked it with Isobel, didn’t you?” she asked, with a little smile.

“She’s nice,” I replied.

“Let me…” she started talking, but stopped. Then, with a little smile, she knelt at my feet and started opening my pants. I gently pushed her away. She ended up sitting on her ass with her arms out behind her to lean on. She looked up at me, confused.

We’re pretty comfortable together again now, but I’ve never let her touch my cock with her mouth. But I think about it.

“May I help, young lady? Are you all right?” I asked looking past her. I didn’t see a car in sight.

“I’m fine, sir. I’m here for you. Your wife sent me.”

“My wife? Who brought you here?” I asked, puzzled.

“Yes sir. Katy dropped me off. Your wife said you might want to fuck me in the ass. You can have some pussy, too, if you want.”

My dick went on immediate alert. Standing in front of me was a girl who looked to be about 16. She had thick, red curls pulled into a ponytail. She wore a little black jumper with a white tee shirt underneath, black tie up shoes and white knee-high socks. The girl was asking me to fuck her!

“Honey, honey, we have a visitor, ” I called to my wife. She came out in the other half of our matching bathrobes. “This young lady has a story for you.”

My wife came over, unbelted her robe and hugged the girl, pressing into her. Her hands went under the little dress to cup her naked ass. I watched them, fascinated, as they kissed deeply, their pussies straining toward each other. My dick was still tricking. What’s going on here?

“Sweetheart, she’s a surprise for you. Since I had the pleasure of fucking her all afternoon in my office, I volunteered your dick for tonight. Just look at her. Don’t you want to fuck her, honey? I guarantee you her pussy is prime but she said she likes to have a dick up her ass, too,” she said stroking the girl’s pussy.

My dick had sprung through an opening in my robe–all 9 inches. He was dripping and hungry for a tight hole.

“How old are you, honey,” I asked. “You look like jailbait.”

“As I told your wife, I’m twenty. You can fuck me all you want without getting in trouble. Your wife got off on fucking me because I look so young.

I looked at my wife as she drank in the sight of the girl. I could tell by her face that she was horny for her now. Yes–I’m sure she fucked her. I would like to have seen that. Her left hand cupped the girls pussy as we spoke.

“Were you in the office when I came today? My wife hurried me out. That was unusual. I wanted a nice nooner with her.”

“Yes, sir. I was hiding in the bathroom. She was afraid you would smell my pussy on her. She had to get rid of you quickly so that she could continue fucking me. Her mouth and her fingers were on my pussy the moment you left.”

I know my wife likes good dick, but pussy? She never mentioned that. We need to talk.

Looking down at my peeking erect cock, she asks, “Sir, would you like to fuck me now. Your thing is really beautiful.”

My mind whirled, my dick throbbed and expanded. I was twice her age but I could fuck her up real nice. “Since my wife had you first today, I’ll take first crack at you tonight. This boner needs release real bad.” My wife undressed the girl for me as she felt her up. Then she released her for my pleasure.

I took off my robe revealing a hard, muscular body with a dick that seems to have grown 2 inches. I walked to the girl, dipped my legs, and pressed into her from behind. I slid my dick under her pussy. I pumped lightly and felt her slide back and forth on me. Oh yes, I would take the pussy, too!

“Come on, little girl,” I called to her. “It’s time for some good dicking.” I sat in a straight-backed chaired and looked at her. “Come sit on my lap, honey.”

Gloriously naked in her womanhood, she moved to my waiting dick. She sat in my lap, wound her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply. A shudder of pleasure ran through me as my dick pressed on her stomach. This was going to be good, I thought, as I sucked on a tit.

“Fuck me, Daddy,” she said in little girl voice.

I groaned out loud as she slid onto my dick. She was good and wet from my wife’s fingers. She slid up to the hilt and squeezed me. I was in fucking heaven with her tight little pussy screwing my dick. I put my hands on her shoulders and pulled her down as I pushed up into her. She moaned softly. All nine inches of my hot meat was locked in tight in my baby girl’s sweet pussy. Fantasy time.

“Do you still like my dick, baby? Daddy loves your tight pussy. Do you remember when I popped that cherry? Now that was some good pussy, too. I though you wouldn’t release my dick when I got in all the way. Fuck me like you did then, sweetheart.” I stepped further into the fantasy. She picked up her tempo and rammed her pussy onto my cock until I lost my wad. “So good, honey. So good. You still fuck your daddy real good. I love to cum in you, baby girl.” My wife watched the action at the chair as she fingered her own pussy. Later, I would have to thank her properly for my gift.

The girl eased her pussy off me and slid down until her head was in my lap. “Oh yes, Daddy. I do remember when you first fucked me. You said you were afraid some damn boy would take what was yours. You gave Mommy a sleeping pill and slipped into my room and had your way with me. You fucked me so much that night that I could hardly walk the next day.”

“I remember, baby. I tried to get up and you kept pulling me back. You were so hot for another slice of your daddy’s dick.”

The girl examined my cock. “Has you dick gotten bigger, Daddy? How did all of that meat get in my little pussy? And look at all that white stuff on your dick. Can I lick it?” she teased. I was rock hard as my girl licked her daddy’s dick clean and sucked it down her hot throat. “It tastes salty, Daddy.”

I pulled her up and jammed my tongue in her mouth and tasted my cum. I got hard again and was ready for more of my sweet girl. I was aiming for a nice piece of ass. I positioned her on the low coffee table on all fours. She presented her cute little ass to me.

“You and your wife have a thing for girls like me, don’t you?”

I looked at my wife who shrugged and smiled lustily. On my instructions, she sat at the end of the table to kiss the girl, grope her breasts and anchor her steady for my dicking. Looking down at my wife working the girl brought an extra measure of excitement. I told her to stay away from the girl’s clit. I wanted to make her cum with just my dick.

I spread her cheeks to reveal her tight asshole. “Daddy’s going to fuck you in here, sweetheart,” I said as I pushed my pinky finger into her hole. We were back in the game.

She shuddered hard. “Your dick is too big, Daddy. How can it fit in there?”

“Daddy will stretch you and make it fit. I’m sorry, but you’ll have to take it. You’ve been a bad girl. Daddy has to punish you for stealing that sweater. Didn’t I warn you this would happen if you stole again?” I said as my dick slowly pressed at her asshole.

“I’m so sorry, Daddy. Just spank me. Please don’t fuck in my ass. It will hurt. You can have my pussy again, Daddy. You like to put your dick in my pussy. Please, Daddy, please!”

I’m on fire as a bring a hand down and paddle her butt. She whines and moans out loud as my hand makes contact with her flesh. One, two three, four. I liked whipping that ass. Five, six.

“Thank you, Daddy,” she cried. “Can I go now?”

“No, sweetheart, the spanking in not enough. I still have to put my dick in your ass. There’s a lesson to be learned here young lady. You embarrassed me again at that store. The original punishment still stands and it will make your daddy feel less angry at you when you take it all in. Don’t you want to help me love you again?” I dip my dick in her spermed pussy and push forward into her little ass.

“Please love me again, Daddy. I’ll die if you don’t love me. Just don’t hurt me,” she moans as I slowly slide forward.

I am met with resistance after my head pushes in. “Let your daddy in there honey.”

“Daddy, I’ll be good. Please! Your dick is so big! Oooh, Daddy, it hurts.”

I was over the moon in this fantasy. Slap. Slap. “Punishment should hurt or it does no good young lady. Now let your daddy in there. Don’t make me angrier, sweetheart.” Slap. Slap. She suddenly releases and I slowly slide in to the hilt. I fucked her ass very slowly, savoring the tightness of it around my huge cock. “Move your ass, baby. That’s it. Fuck daddy–slowly, baby. Oh yes, baby. Daddy’s anger is leaving. Screw your daddy’s big dick. Just like you do when I’m in your pussy. That’s it. That’s it. You’re so tight, baby. Keep fucking your daddy. Just like that, baby. It feels so good in my baby’s ass. Just a little bit more. Daddy needs to put his white stuff in you and all the anger will be gone. I still love you, sweetheart.”

I watch her sweet little ass rotate on my cock as I go out of my mind. As I am pumping, I look down at my wife and say, “Thank you, honey,” as I fuck our little girl into her.

I continue to fuck her ass in earnest with long, hard strokes–over and over and over again. I feel her squeeze me in her ass as she cums repeatedly. She is screaming with her pleasure. Daddy’s little girl was certainly built for good ass-dicking.

“Daddy, you made me scream. I didn’t know I could cum with your dick in my ass. You like fucking in my ass don’t you, Daddy?” she groans as she continues to slide on my dick. “Is this how all girls are punished? Is this how they show they love their daddies?”

“Yes, baby, they should. Only the lucky daddies feel this love. You’re my special girl. You’re taking your punishment so well,” I tell her, still humping. “And you’re making your daddy’s dick feel very loved.”

“Keep fucking me, Daddy. It doesn’t hurt anymore. Your dick feels good in there. I’m a good girl now, aren’t I, Daddy? You made me a good girl with your big dick. I love you, Daddy.”

I went insane. I pulled out completely. Then I rammed her little ass up to the hilt as my wife held her steady. I fucked her ass like a mad man as I came over and over in her. “Oh, oh, oh, baby girl. Fuck, sweetheart, your ass is too good. The white stuff is coming now, baby. It’s coming for you.” We stayed locked together as we came down to earth.

She was still in the game. “I felt your white stuff shoot deep into my ass. It was hot, Daddy. You can fuck me in here even when I’m not bad. Ok, Daddy? Mommy sucks me and Daddy fucks me. My mommy and daddy love me the best,” she said in that little girl voice. Overcome with lust, my wife kissed her.

“Hot fucking damn, baby girl,” I groaned as my dick ballooned in her ass. I began to fuck her ass again as my cum slid from her pussy and her ass onto the coffee table.

My wife sent the girl, with her clothes in hand, to the powder room to clean up. Then she phoned her office assistant, Katy, to come clean up after us and drop the girl off at home. Honestly, my wife treats that girl like a slave.

I could see why my wife was so enchanted with that woman. She gives great fantasy and damn fine piece of ass. And we have the whole night on our security video!

If she or her neighbors had known ahead of time, they
would have taken whatever means was necessary to
prevent it. Molly and her neighbors had a standard to
live by and that didn’t include black single women and
their daughters. She had always been wealthy, owned a
small company, and was financing her daughters way to
college. How dare they ruin her life by moving in?
Especially without her approval.

Curious as to the strange noises, Molly couldn’t resist
the temptation to find out what the black ladies were
doing behind the high wooden fence. She knew of a
knothole in the fence she had found one day doing yard
work and decided to go to it and looked through. Who
knows she might find something on these black whores to
get rid of them once and for all and the noises even
though he couldn’t understand them was very strange
indeed.

As Molly edged to the fence and bent down to take a
look, she was immediately shocked beyond her
expectations. In the neighbors back yard was the 18
year old black daughter Nicci and she was dressed in a
black rubber outfit with her tits and ass exposed. More
strange was she was riding on Mr. Johnson, the neighbor
down the road, and he was crawling naked on the grass.

His ass had a black thing that looked like a dog tail
stuck out and Nicci was yelling at him and striking
his ass repeatedly with a tree switch. The harder she
hit the faster he crawled around and wiggled his big
fat ass. His mouth was stuffed with something and his
feet and arms had a small chain attaching each
together. He was sweating furiously and in desperate
panic trying to please the black cunt riding on his
back.

Molly was speechless and started to leave and call the
police when she felt the wetness dripping between her
legs. Her pussy was soaking wet form watching the scene
before her and was in desperate need to be stimulated.
She couldn’t stand it any longer. She hadn’t felt that
way in years. Mr. Johnson was one of the neighbors she
really hated and she wanted to see his ass get
wholloped good. Beat his ass, cunt, she wanted to
scream as she begin to stoke her pussy.

She was becoming obsessed with the scene before her.
Quickly Molly pulled her shorts down to her ankles and
jammed two fingers in her pussy. Harder, harder bitch.
Make the bastard scream. Whip his ass harder. Molly was
moving her ass up and down with each insertion of her
fingers in her pussy. She was in total ecstasy and
about to come at any moment. Hell, the police could
wait for later, her cunt was in immediately need.

Nicci finally stopped riding her white slave pony
and stood up, bend over, and spread her huge ass
cheeks. Mr. Johnson immediately stuck his face in her
ass and was massaging her asshole with his nose. His
redden ass was wriggling wildly in Molly’s direction.

Molly couldn’t stand it anymore. She jammed a finer up
her ass and came immediately. She continued to shake
and fuck her ass with her finger when all of a sudden
she felt a sharp sting on her left ass. Startled she
turned around and saw her black bitch neighbor mother
Jolene facing her with a camera in her hand recording
her recent cumming.

What the hell?!

Slap, another sharp pain on her ass as Molly tried to
cover her ass and pussy from her nearby attacker.

“Your ass is mine now, you white bitch.” Yelled Sonya.
“I caught it all on film and your neighbor and my
daughter will tell all your neighbors and employees
about your little slutty behavior. And don’t try to
pull your shorts up that hot ass of yours. I’m not done
with it yet. Your stuck up big nose is finally going to
be put to good use yet. Strip, you old white bitch or I
show this film to all your neighbors and your financial
providers. I may even buy your house when you’re on the
poor farm.”

Molly was caught. She could run but couldn’t hide from
her friends and she needed her business to maintain her
lifestyle. What had she gotten herself into. She knew
she couldn’t take the camera away from the stronger
black woman. Her life was ruined unless she played
along for the time being. And what about her daughter
and her schooling. No she had to play along for now.

She could easily escape later and she had to admit she
was still wet down below and still unsatisfied. Slowly
she removed all her clothing and threw them on the
ground in front. She immediately placed one hand to
cover her pussy and the other on her tits.
Slap!

A blow to her face brought her immediately back to
reality. As she covered her face, she felt a hard kick
to her pussy that brought her immediately to her knees.
Sonya was on top of her. In no time her ankles and
wrists were cuffed in back. Molly was dumbfounded,
confused, and worried.

She couldn’t free her hands or get away from the
stronger woman. She was totally humiliated in her
present state but aroused at the same time. Sonya
stood above laughing down at the confused woman. She
then went to a nearby tree and broke off a branch from
a lower limb before returning to older white woman on
the ground.

“My daughter has a horsy to ride, cunt,” She said. “So
I guess we’ll make you into a bunny. Get your ass up
you white trash.”

Swish, Swish.

“I said get up cunt.” She repeated. “We’re going to go
to my house and you’re are going to hop all the way or
my switch is going to wallop your white ass.”

Swish, swish.

Molly was in shock and horror but the pain on her ass
was terrible. She immediately began the hopping routine
to the neighbor house with Sonya continually switching
her big white ass. At first she cursed and screamed at
the black bitch but after a few swipes on her large ass
she began begging half around the fence.

Her ass was on fire and she must have been a pretty
sight hopping and jumping with her ass sticking out
each time she landed. By the time they entered the back
yard she had even begged to lick Sonya’s asshole clean
if she would quit hitting her with that damn switch.

Nicci seeing her white bitchy neighbor Mrs. Jenson
jumping towards her with her mother swiping at her ass
with a switch began laughing. She turned around and
pointed her ass as Molly coming towards her and told her
to stick her white face of yours where it belongs.

Molly sweating and desperate to avoid the switch
furiously wasted no time getting to the big black ass
and stuck her face desperately inside. She immediately
began licking to please the young mistress and spare
her ass anymore punishment. Sonya laughing behind her
spread her white checks wide and stuck the switch deep
inside her asshole.

“Hold that in your ass bitch while you lick my
daughter.” Sonya commanded.

“Come here slave boy and lick my beautiful black ass.”

Mr. Johnson wasted no time as his mouth plug was
removed and his face and tongue buried in Sonya ass.

“Oh yes, deeper, deeper worm.” She yelled at him.

“Oh mother,” Nicci said. “I think our new bunny is
going to make a nice pet. Don’t you?”

Molly’s tongue was so busy she hardly heard Nicci’s
comments till the young girl tuned around, grabbed her
hair, and pull her face roughly into her crotch. Molly
was by that time totally entranced and began lapping
her mistress cunt like a dog in heat.

“Well, well. Good doggie.” Nicci was yelling.
“Wiggle that ass for me. Oh yes. Lick my pussy you old
white bitch. Maybe I’ll ride that poor excuse for an
ass you have later.”

Nicci knew it had been a setup and had worked
extremely well. She also knew by the time they the
mother totally beaten, her daughter would be a piece of
cake and then they would have more slaves in the
neighborhood with an unlimited supply of future slaves.
Mrs. Alexander was already tied up in the house with a
mop up her ass mopping the kitchen and hall floors. A
job Mrs. Jenson would soon be sharing.

Nicci came all over Molly’s face and then climbed on her
back. “Getup honky. Move that white ass of yours.”

Swish, Swish.

Molly crawled around crying and begging till she
collapsed on the grass. She no longer had the will to
fight her new mistress and upon command followed
Nicci towards the house on all fours. She knew this
was only the beginning but there was nothing she could
do at present but survived.

Sonya followed riding on Mr. Johnson back and pinching
his ass every once in a while laughing each time he
oink. What a piggy the bank teller was. Sonya was
telling her daughter. She knew his wife was just as
fun.

Old Mr. Johnson, the head of our department, is due to retire soon. The idea of his job now seemed appealing. I knew that at least 4 other guys where after the job. They are ruthless ‘go getters’ and I didn’t hold much chance of getting the job with such steep competition.

Mr. Anderson the General Manager called me into his office.

“I understand that you have recently been married,” he said.

“Yes Sir, 3 weeks ago.”

“That’s nice. I’m told that your wife is very beautiful.”

“Oh yes Sir, she certainly is,” I said proudly.

“You know that I am to receive an award next Saturday?”

“Yes Sir! We’re all very proud of you Sir.” It was all I could think of to say.

“Well, I have a problem and maybe you could help me out.”

“Yes Sir! Of course, whatever I can do.”

“My mother in law has been taken ill and my wife has gone to stay at her bedside. This leaves me without a partner for Saturday night’s dinner dance.”

“Oh! That is unfortunate Sir,” I said.

“I was wondering if you could come to my rescue.”

“I’m afraid I’m not much of a dancer…”

“Not you, you fool. Your wife! I would like to borrow your wife to be my dinner companion on Saturday night.”

“Oh! er… I see. Well I… I don’t know that…”

“You know that Old Johnson’s job will be open soon. I want someone I can depend on in a crises.”

“Oh of course Sir, I understand perfectly. I… I will of course have to ask my wife…”

“Of course you will. Well get off home and ask her, take the rest of the day off.”

“Yes Sir!” I said as I opened the door.

“Give my secretary your wife’s measurements and I’ll have an outfit sent around for her for Saturday.”

I explained everything to Michele, about the possibility of getting a job that was 50% more pay, a company car and the use of apartments and houses in almost every capital city in the Western world. She thought that going out to a posh dinner dance was a lovely idea and would have gone without any enticements.

When the evening gown arrived, she was over the moon. A strapless, red, long evening dress, with matching panties and suspenders and a gold necklace to set it off. She was like a little girl on Christmas morning. Mind you, she acts like a little girl about lots of things. She is not very mature, even for a 19 year old.

Mr. Anderson picked her up at 7pm on Saturday night and assured me that he would have her home by midnight. At half past 12 he phoned to say that they would be a bit late as he was arranging a business deal with some men at the dance and it could mean a big order for the firm. And my wife was helping with the deal and if it comes off, she will get a very large bonus. My wife can hardly make the grocery bill add up, never mind a big deal… what could she be doing?!

I eventually fell asleep and was awakened by Michele coming in at 8am. Her hair was a mess, her lipstick was smeared and with the dress being such a low neckline, I could see that her tits where covered with love-bites.

“What the hell has happened to you…?” I asked, completely gobsmacked. She started to cry so I took her in my arms and kissed her. Her mouth tasted of spunk. My cock jumped to attention. I pulled her zip down on the back of her dress, it fell around her ankles. She stood there in high heels, stockings and suspenders. No panties. I could see that not only her tits but her thighs and bottom where also covered in love-bites.

I laid her down on the couch (where I had fallen asleep) opened her legs and watched the spunk seep out of her red raw cunt. I buried my face into her loveliness, slurping and sucking. Her sobbing subsided as she started to climax. I sucked and sucked. I then climbed on top of her lovely, obviously well fucked body, inserted my dick between her cunt lips, it slid right up inside her, just glided up on all the spunk that was still in my sweet young wife’s cunt. I fucked her for only a couple of minutes as I was that ‘turned on’, I couldn’t hold back. I shot my spunk into her cunt to mix with all the rest that had been fucked into her.

After I regained my breath, I held her naked loveliness in my arms and kissed her tenderly and told her how much I loved her. I asked what had happened at the dance. This is what she told me.

“Bob, Mr Anderson, was being taunted by some other businessmen about his ’sexy date’ me. He asked me if I would play along at being his girlfriend and not just his escort. As we where dancing, all the men where watching, he asked if I would mind if he felt my bottom so that it would really look like I was his girlfriend. I didn’t mind and when he started, he could sense that I liked it and he got bolder and fondled my breasts.

We both could see that he was having an effect on his friends and it was having an effect on me too, it was turning me on. What with being touched up and what made it even more exciting, it was happening in front of an audience of randy men.

I don’t know if it was by accident or if Bob somehow did it on purpose, but my breast popped out of my low neckline, I knew all the men could see my nipple and the excitement of it made me have an orgasm right there on the dance floor.

Bob realising what was happening to me, escorted me into a side room. We were followed by all his friends, about 10 I think, he stripped me naked and lay me on the floor and pulling off his pants, got between my legs and fucked me hard and fast.

He didn’t last long and soon ‘came’ into me. I could feel his hot spunk shoot up my pussy and this caused me to climax again. I looked up and all the men where standing around us in a circle, watching us as they played with their cocks.

“Can we have a go Bob?” I heard one guy say.

“About that contract,” Bob replied.

“You’ve got the contract Bob, just let me fuck that sweet girl.”

“In that case Fuck away, she’s all yours.”

As this strange man was fucking me, I could see Bob going around all the other men, he was writing things down. He told me later that every man gave him a contract just to be allowed to have sex with me and he had enough orders to keep the plant busy for 2 years. They all fucked me and what’s more, I loved it. I could have taken on another 10. It was just wonderful!

“I hope you aren’t too annoyed with me for letting all those men fuck me?” I said.

“Of course I’m not annoyed, in fact I’m that turned on and I’m going to fuck you again and I hope that you have lots more gang bangs.”

“I probably will, Bob has put me on the payroll as ‘Director in charge of getting contracts’. So I’ll probably get rich and fucked rotten at the same time… but…”

“What is it Darling?” I asked.

“Well,” she said a bit nervously. “I was just thinking that it might be a while before Bob needs me to fuck for more contracts. Do you think that we could have some gangbangs just for the fun of it?”

“You bet we can,” I replied

What a wonderful, sweet little wife I have.