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Fulfillment

By: Sass Girl



She was on the subway staring at her hands nervously as she thought about what would take place over the next several hours. She had posted an ad about this before, but never actually went through with a meeting. In her previous relationships she always hated that moment of awkwardness where she tried to explain what her real sexual thoughts and desires were- that she longed to be dominated by a man through mind and body. Some men tried to understand, and even partake in these activities, but seldom could they actually fulfill her fantasies, to be taken roughly, dragged across a room, thrown over a sofa or bed and spanked hard until her ass was purple and tears were running down her face. 

She wanted to meet someone who could give her what she wanted without being concerned about what they thought. She had received hundreds of emails from people begging for permission to take her over their knees to teach her a lesson... While it thrilled her to have the power of choice, none of the men felt right until she opened his response. He had attached a picture of himself and she was floored. He was gorgeous, and confidant, and wrote well. She responded back to him and within a few weeks they had a meeting date.

In her day to day life she could never imagine anyone realizing what she so desired. If anything, she came across as the more dominant overbearing person. This was exactly the reason why she needed to be controlled by a man. She hated the fact that she always got what she wanted. She almost felt guilty about it, and decided that the only way she could purge this guilt would be to have someone beat it out of her.

She was startled into consciousness when the subway doors opened at her stop. She quickly gathered her belongings and rushed out of the car and up the stairs. She knew she was going to be late, she had actually planned it that way so that he would be extra hard on her. Again, in real life, she could always talk herself out of these situations, but she knew that with this one, it would not work. 

Walking only a few blocks downtown, she arrived at the hotel she was supposed to meet him. In order to fulfill at least one of his requests, she quickly took off her coat to reveal the short tight black dress she was wearing over her bare and shaven skin. The result was a slew of stares, both from men and women, as she crossed the lobby to get to the hotel bar where he would be waiting for her on the last stool of the right side of the bar.

He was not happy with her, even with her spectacular appearance. She glanced down at her watch and gasped as she realized that her watch was actually fast and she was more than a half hour late. "I am so sorry...my watch is fast and I thought that I was much earlier that this...the subway took forever...I am never late..." she stammered. He held up his hand in effort to silence her, and forged a much happier expression, as he ordered her a glass of red wine. Even through she hated red, she drank as they quietly exchanged civilities for a while. On the whole, she was impressed with him. He was good looking, intelligent, and could carry a decent conversation. In any other 'date' situation she would have happily shown her true colors and played coy and flirty, but she could not help but think of the fact that this man was about to lay her face down and give her a spanking she would never forget.

One hour later, he stood up, placed a hotel key on the bar, excused himself, and left. She stared down at the key wondering if she should run back home and pretend like it had never happened, that she had not shown up at some hotel to be spanked by a total stranger. She decided that she no longer had anything to lose. She had already come all the way to the hotel, and she may as well get the best part over with.

Within minutes she put the key in the door and pushed it open. He was standing only a few feet away as he stared deeply into her eyes. He moved towards her, removed her coat and purse from her grasp and laid them down on a small nearby table. He told her to stand absolutely still as he walked behind her and took in the fabulous view of her perfectly shaped ass. He grabbed her shoulders, spun her around, and kissed her deeply. He felt her body respond to the kiss, loosening the tension that she was obviously feeling as she leaned into him. He felt his own arousal begin and abruptly stopped kissing her. He grabbed her shoulders again, but this time he walked her to the other side of the room where the bed was, and threw her down onto it. She quickly moved to a sitting position and began backing up on the bed as he proceeded to remove his wide black leather belt from his trousers, staring at her the entire time.

He grinned as he took in the fear in her face, and set the belt down. as he began to speak in an eerily quiet way. "Get off the bed, stand up, and take that dress off NOW. I have been waiting for this moment since the day I read your ad, and you have gotten yourself in a very tricky situation for making me wait not only a few weeks, but an extra hour at the bar tonight. You are going to get what is coming to you, and I am not going to stop until I feel like it. I am going to bend you over that bed, and spank you with my hand. Every once in a while, I am going to spread your ass so that I can check to see how deliciously wet this is making you. The wetter you get, the harder I spank. You are then going to suck my cock as though it is the last thing you will ever have in that slutty mouth of yours. Once I come into your mouth, you are going to pick up that belt and hand it to me, asking me to please whip your ass to make you pay for all the nasty things you have done. You are going to bend back over the bed, and you are going to count until 50. Now take off that dress."

She couldn't believe how wet she was getting listening to him speak to her like that. No one had ever ordered her to do anything, and she was reacting by soaking her dress with her wanton sluttiness. Hypnotized by his words, she got up and removed her dress. She slowly turned around and bent over the bed. He surprised her by placing a blindfold over her eyes, but then walked behind her and began her punishment.

He began spanking her hard, and did not let up. At the beginning, it felt fine, and she was convinced she could take hours of this, but as he went on, the sting in her ass began to wear on her, as she began to fidget and try to avoid the blows he was raining on her. He stopped spanking and spread her ass as he slid his fingers up her slit feeling for her juices. He laughed as he found exactly what he was looking for. "My little slut is really enjoying this, isn't she? Look at how wet your pussy is getting. As I said, the wetter you get, the harder I spank," he said as he harshly pulled back the hand she was now grinding against and then spanked her harder. The sting felt even worse to her, but she was beginning to give in to what he was doing to her in a way she had never felt before. He kept spanking her for what felt like hours as she just got wetter and wetter. Again, he stopped spanking, and spread her ass. He slid his fingers into her slit and harshly inserted one into her wet cunt. She began to buck against his hand, again, and he stopped what he was doing and spanked her as hard as he could. 

She was still not crying, but was feeling an amazing sense of cathartic release when he stopped spanking her. "Turn around and sit up," he commanded, and she knew that it was now time to take his cock in her mouth and give him the pleasure he desired. He grabbed her head and ripped the blindfold off of her and her eyes opened wide as she stared at his huge cock. She licked her lips and used her hands to direct it to her mouth as she took it in. She began to suck on it, only pausing to lick it up and down. He held her head as he started to fuck her mouth and stiffened as he climaxed and shot his load into her mouth. She swallowed his come greedily and stood up to walk to the table where his belt lay waiting for her. 

She grabbed in and approached him, "Please take this belt from me and whip my deserving ass. I have been a very bad girl and need to be severely punished." He took the belt from her and whispered "good girl" as she turned around and bent back over the bed raising her ass high as she waited for him to begin. The belt came crashing down on her ass quickly and she grabbed the bed tightly. "One!" she cried out as the second blow came down. The pain was almost unbearable on her already sore ass as he continued his punishment. When he was halfway finished, she could not hold back anymore as she fully gave in and began to cry. As she cried, she felt a continuous release and floated higher and higher. She was not even counting anymore, and he did not care. He knew that this is what she had wanted in the first place, to be completely and fully broken in and dominated.

When he finished his beating, he entered her from behind swiftly. They were no longer two strangers in a hotel room, they were two people fulfilling their desires as they reached climax together before drifting off into a blissful sleep.

Fulfillment



While you were sleeping last night, I was dreaming. I like dreams. Do you know why? In dreams there are no rules. No limits. Dreams take something or someone you know and explore it for you in a place where there is no judgment, no repentance, and no retribution.

My dream brought me your face, with that amazing, beautiful skin, with those eyes clear and bright, with that exciting hint of mischief, soft lips lightly colored, slightly parted in a pretty smile, gently inviting the caress of a loving, sensuous kiss.

My dream brought me images of you I have not seen in reality, and clothed it in things known and imagined. From somewhere, my dream conjured up silk pajamas that shimmered in soft caresses over your body, touching your flesh briefly, then softly retreating from the touch, and touching you elsewhere as you moved. The color is one of those only in the vocabulary of artists and women. The unfettered flow of the fabric suggests the freedom of nakedness beneath it.

My dream allowed me to watch you, unaware of my presence as you attended to your morning routine. A routine that is well known and automatic. It is hard to know if you're thinking, or just going through those necessary motions. No matter.

My dream let me watch you.

My dream gave me courage, and desire.

There are no rules in dreams.

First you felt my warm breath on the back of your neck. Then, soft kisses, placed just beneath the soft hair that rests there. That's when you stopped. Not moving. You didn't turn though, didn't try to look behind.

In my dream, I wondered if your stillness was fear, or acceptance.

In my dream, I kissed you gently, slowly moving down your neck. My arm slowly embraced you. Still, you did not move. My body almost touching yours as my kisses traced the collar of your pajama top, the beginning of your shoulder-line under my gaze.

In my dream, the arm embracing you, moved slowly and easily upwards over the soft fabric of your garment, located the top button, and twisted it open, loosening its own embrace of your skin.

In my dream, I thought I felt you shudder slightly as the top opened minimally. As the length of my body touched the length of yours, and my rising passion, could be felt against the soft, yet firm, curve of your rear...

My kisses move over your soft, warm flesh newly revealed by the opening of your jacket. They explore your shoulder traveling slowly and deliberately, almost to the end. Then, move back, retracing the warm, wet steps of my growing desire. The arm enfolding you gently pulls you tighter to me. You can feel my growing hardness against you. My kisses move up your neck, my lips part, gently taking the lobe of your ear into my mouth. My fingers twist the second button of the three that keep the soft, silk jacket on your body free from its buttonhole, and the sheer fabric slides further over your skin. My, mouth releases your ear, and I kiss down the side of your neck and along your other shoulder. 

My hand slips inside the loose jacket, touching the taut skin of your tummy. My kisses return to your neck. The air invades the open jacket caressing your breasts, arousing the nipples. My hand moves upwards over your warm skin, cupping a breast. The thumb reaches up and teases your nipple, urging it to hardness.

You can feel my warm breath on your skin. Hear it quickening slightly, as I touch and kiss you. My mouth pushes the fabric over your shoulders and the jacket slides part of the way down your arms, brushing the skin as it descends. My kisses begin a slow journey down your spine, as my thumb excites your hardening nipple. Then, I move my hand down your body once more. My fingers find the third, and last, button of the jacket and flick it from its mooring. The jacket slides slowly from your upper body as my mouth pushes it down with each soft kiss that travels down your spine. My knees bend slightly, as my hands and mouth caress their way down your body. The silk garment floats to the floor as my mouth kisses at the nerve cluster in your lower back. My tongue traces the horizontal line of the pajama pants, as my hands rest upon your hips...

Slowly, I slide the soft, silky fabric down over your hips, my kisses following the descent of the pants over the firm curves of your rear. Inch by inch more of your beautiful nakedness is revealed to my eyes, caressed by my mouth. You jump slightly as I kiss that nerve cluster that resides at the base of your spine. You have not yet turned around. Savoring the moments? Are you absorbing yourself in the soft, sensuous, unexpected sensations? I hope so.

Gentle bites punctuate the warm kisses placed on your firm, well-rounded buttocks. I slide the soft pants down another inch. The beginning of the deep, exciting crease that separates your cheeks comes into view less than two inches from my face, and I kiss you there. My tongue flicks into it once. I think I hear a soft, short sigh escape your mouth. I look up at your slightly flushed skin as my eyes adore your body, surveying the journey my mouth, teeth and tongue have made down it. Another inch of flesh is revealed, and my mouth welcomes it softly, gently, lovingly. The kisses cover first one cheek and then the other. Then, my mouth kisses the form defining crevice between them. Do I hear another, slightly louder sigh?

My hands have only moved in concert with the slow revealing of your body to me. They hold you firmly, yet adoringly as though you were sculpture, some work of art, appraised carefully.

Now, they move again, and the full, exciting beauty of your behind is before me. The pants stay up, resting in that slight upwardly curved indentation that defines where your gorgeous ass meets the top of the back of your strong thighs. Once again, my mouth and tongue trace the rolled waistband of the pajama pants. On returning to the middle, my tongue flicks, once again, into that delicious crevice, sliding upwards, leaving a warm moist trail to mark its exploration.

My fingertips push coaxingly into the front of your thighs, pulling outwards slightly. Your feet move fractionally in that direction.

My tongue flicks out once more, deeper this time. It finds that sensitive cluster of nerves encircling that oft forbidden opening between your cheeks, teasing it. Was that a flinch? Did I hear another intake of breath? Then, returns to my mouth. I kiss you again, this time slightly harder. My hands slide down your thighs taking the silken pants with them. They drop down your legs, caressing them, falling to the floor.

My hands slide up your body, my fingertips never breaking contact as I rise behind you. Then, one hand leaves you as the other once again encircles your naked body, cupping a breast, the thumb and forefinger finding your taut, excited nipple. The other hand quickly removes my own clothing, then, returns to your body, coaxing you to bend slightly bringing your body closer to mine. You can feel the rigidity of my excited cock against your warm, fleshy up turned ass...

Our body heat rises. I can feel you breathing. My hand slides gently down your spine. It then caresses the warm skin of your buttocks. I step back slightly causing my erection to slide over your ass before separating from the fleshy contact. My fingers slip between your legs and touch your moist sex. They begin gently exploring you. Your labia slowly spread under my insistent touch. My fingertips are moistened by the growing wetness. I slide them along your warm, wet crevice, reaching under you and upwards. They are feeling for that small center of joy that resides there. Finding it, I apply gentle pressure. This time, I feel you shudder as your clitoris reacts to my touch. You allow me to excite you. Your breath is audible now, and quicker. I insert, first one, then a second finger into your womanhood, masturbating you, feeling the muscles begin to contract around them.

My other hand still caresses your breasts, toying with the hard nipples. After a few moments I slide my fingers from your vagina. Lifting them to my nose I inhale the scent of your excitement. Then, suck the sweet sexual nectar from them. My hand drops downward and encircles my erect cock as I step closer to you. I position it between your legs, the head just touching the soft, sensitive flesh of your wet sex. I feel you tense slightly as I push forward and my cock invades you. The penetration is slow, until you feel my testicles between your inner thighs. I hold you there for a second impaled by my cock and my desires. Then, I move my hips in slow, rhythmic movements. My cock slides easily in the lubrication of your sexual juices. My hand leaves your breasts and joins the other on your hips. Do I feel you push back at me now?

My breath quickens with my strokes. Each one is long, deep, and complete, reaching for your cervix. The flesh of my thighs smacks softly, yet audibly, against your ass as we reach symmetry of motion. My cock plunges into you, my hands pulling you onto it on each inward stroke. I feel your vaginal muscles grip me as my hard rod retreats from your hot, moist sex. My balls tighten as I near ejaculation. I slide an arm around you and find your clitoris pushing on it, wanting you to come with me. Thrusting deep into you, I feel you tighten and your sighs tell me that you are reaching orgasm. 

Almost savagely, I bury myself in you. My cock spasms inside you as your muscles squeeze it. I gasp aloud, and release the first hot jet of fluid against your cervix. I continue to pump as I feel your release, your breaths short and urgent. My sperm fills you as it spews from my hard cock. I hold you close against me as we luxuriate in the moment of fulfillment. After I while, I withdraw from you, bend and kiss your sex from behind. Then, I stand, and turn you to face me. With your face in my hands, I look into your eyes, and kiss you deeply. You can taste us on my lips as we hold each other.

...and another day begins. 



Fulfillment



He'd watched her from a distance all his life. He had to stay on the outside looking in. What would the family think if they knew that their golden-boy, Ian, had these feelings towards his twin. How could he not, though? Tera had been throwing herself at him since they were young. Unlike him, Tera didn't give a shit about the blood they shared. She knew what she wanted, and she always took without care.

Still, Ian remained the one thing she couldn't attain. Everything else came to her with ease over her twenty five years, without challenge, except the one she wanted most. It was his upper-hand in their lives, but that never stopped her from trying. She just never got.

But, oh, how he wanted. How he always wanted.

So many occasion he could have caved. All it would have taken was the right touch...the right smell. She brought him to the brink of giving her all she desired, but for some reason it never came to be. Perhaps it was fate intervening. They both had bright futures ahead. A more-than-sibling relationship could ruin all they had built for themselves over the years.

Still he wanted. He yearned for a taste of her. 

Ian had gotten an eye full of silky, olive toned skin that afternoon by the pool. Tera stretched herself out on one of the chairs wearing nothing but her thong bikini. She was still slick from her early morning swim which gave her flesh a sort of glimmer in the warmth of the sun. Ian watched her from the porch, keeping away. He had to. His mother was just inside, fixing them lunch just like she did every Sunday. But wanted to touch her. That skin looked perfect. He could almost feel her...his big strong hands over that smooth skin, gliding effortlessly along her body. 

She looked at him standing on the porch, hidden in the shadows. Her brilliantly blue eyes were calling him to her, but he resisted. If Ian got too close...No, he just couldn't. Instead he simply waved at her. The disappointment on Tera's face pulled at him, but the look soon turned disgruntled. Her gaze went back to the book in front of her.

With a sigh, Ian turned back to the house, going inside to help their mother with lunch. She was getting on in years, but was still very capable for her age. He enjoyed assisting her though, since work demanded more of his time that he would have liked. So these Sundays when the three of them could get together made him feel better.

"Ian, honey," his mother said as he began setting the table for three, "Run upstairs and get the photo album from my closet. I got some new photos of your cousin and her baby she wanted me to show you."

Ian smiled at that.

"Sure thing, Mom." he agreed 

He sat the last dish down on the table. A moment later, he moved out of the dining room, then went upstairs. Ian walked into his mother's neat and tidy room, then into the closet. It was a tiny space, but filled nearly to the top of family memorabilia. His mother saved every little trinket since as far back as he could remember.

"Photo album...photo album..." he mumbled as he started the nearly impossible search, "It's going to take me fucking forever to find it!"

It was too true. It would take forever. Thankfully, this chore took his mind from that beautiful woman stretched out by the pool. Well, only so much. The imagined taste of her forever stayed on his tongue. If only....

Fifteen minutes of searching produced no results. It wasn't that surprising to Ian. Worse yet, only a fraction of the closet had been searched. It could take an hour. Why that woman hadn't give him more specific place to look was beyond him.

"You know, you take forever to find anything. I have to wonder if that applies in every aspect of your life." A soft, sultry voice cooed from behind.

Ian went stiff. The voice sent a shiver down his spine. In public, she kept it causal. In moments like these, his sister spoke in a low tone made for seduction. Damn her...

"Hey, there is nothing wrong with taking your time." Ian half turned his face to her with a smirk, then went back to his search.

"I heard that." she agreed with a wide grin as she moved up closer, "But you know, I'd rather you show me."

Ian felt her breasts pressed against his back, rubbing against him in methodical strokes. His breath held in his throat as those soft orbs touched him.

"Damnit, woman. Stop that." he said with a slightly strained voice.

She laughed that flirty laugh of hers. The very laugh that broke the men she brought to bed and told him of the conquests later.

"Why?" she practically purred, "You know you like it."

"It's not whether or not I like it."

She sighed and moved away. Already she grew weary of the game. Tera always did. Ian was too hard headed. Of course, this was only a brief pause. Soon she'd start up again.

"Yeah." she said with evident exasperation, "If you say so, brother dear."

Ian finally looked at her. She pouted those sweet, kissable pink lips at him. Most women annoyed him when they did that, but not Tera. It somehow suited her face.

His eyes swept her features as though looking for the first time. She had an exotic look, his sister. Her dark hair cupped her face soft round face in deep waves, flowing passed her shoulders. Her olive skin always seemed silky smooth. Her blue eyes were larger than most, forever having a twinkle of mischief. 

"Why the hell are you looking at me like that? Aren't you supposed to be getting something?" she said, putting her hands on her hips.

Ian's eyes went wide.

"Oh yeah..." he mumbled, then turned around.

She laughed again. Ian had to take a moment to contain himself.

"You goof." Tera laughed as she pushed his shoulder

He continued to search, but stayed very aware that his twin watched as he did. After a few moments, she moved further into the closet with him. She pulled out a few boxes and opened them. 

"Here it is!" she said in triumph, holding the book above her head.

Ian's head whipped around and gapped. Damn! She laughed and did a little dance for him.

"That's just not fair." he grumped.

Tera shrugged, then opened up the book. She wasn't terribly interested. He could tell. Eventually she tossed the book at him with a yawn. Tera had never been big on the whole "family" deal. When it came to family, she only cared about him and their mother. The extended bunch didn't blip on her radar.

"Alright, I found the book. Now, I want a reward." 

Ian raised a brow at her as he crossed his arms.

"Oh?"

"Oh, yeah! You better believe it!" she said excitedly

She licked her pouty lips slowly as she deliberately eyed the length of his body. When she got her eyeful, she looked back into his dark grey eyes, "I want a kiss."

Ian scoffed at her. 

"You want a kiss? Are you crazy? Mom's downstairs. What if she came up here?"

"You think I care? I demand payment for services rendered."

Ian shook his head at her. The face she returned was dead serious. She must have lost her mind. Not that he didn't want to. He couldn't help feeling the shame in wanting to.

"I don't think so, Tera."

"Oh, but I do." she purred as she reached out for the closet door and shut it, "Now, come on and give it to me, Ian. Just a little kiss."

In the darkness, she reached out for him. She grabbed the waist of his jeans, pulling him to her, right against her. Ian swallowed hard as, once again, he felt the softness of her body. It was enough to drive him mad. His hand moved to his head to run his long fingers though his thick black hair.

"Tera..." he said with warning

Her hand was on his face before he could even register any movement. Her thumb brushed against his lips.

"Just one...? Please? For your sister."

"Because you're my sister, I'm not going to do that."

The thumb brushed his mouth. Ian's hot breath poured over the probing digit from the slight part. 

"If I weren't?"

Ian blinked slow. His eyes were starting to adjust to the darkness. Only a little light came into the confined space, thanks to a crack between the door and the floor. It was enough to see her slightly lowered eyelids. He could barely see her eyes thanks to her lusciously long lashes.

"If you weren't." he repeated but as a statement.

"Pretend I'm not." there was a need in her voice that hadn't been there before. It made Ian's mind just a little fuzzy. 

She licked her lips. In turn, so did he. Just afterwards, her finger brushed his mouth again. This time, however, he sought out her with his teeth, bringing the thumb further into his mouth, grazing it with his teeth. All the while, his grey eyes were ablaze with mounting lust.

He yanked her hand away then placed his on her face, pulling her up to him. The move caused her to clutch her teeth. Her breath moved between those perfect teeth raggedly as Ian's face lowered towards hers. His mouth brushed her pouting lips, barely touching the skin. It was almost like he was touching her soul instead. Tera trembled beneath his hands with anticipation and longing. 

They stayed this way for a few tortured seconds. It was too much for Tera, who whimpered once as she pulled on the waist of his jeans again, pulling his hips to hers.

"Ian...!" she begged.

He tried desperately to push passed the blood between them. All of his being wanted the simple union, but his mind couldn't make it alright. It was wrong. So wrong.

"I can't....." he groaned, ever so slightly grounding himself into her

She pulled on him harder, pressing him in more and more.

"Fuck you, Ian. You will! Kiss me!!" she said with frustration

Her hand wrapped around the back of his neck then brought his face to hers. Their lips met, finally, for the first time, just lips pressed together.

Ian pulled back, breathing heavily.

"Heaven help me..." he mumbled, then dove back in this time more assertively, forcing her mouth open with his tongue then pushing it inside

Her mouth tasted sweet like cotton candy and was hot as the sun. Ian probed deeper and deeper until he thought for sure he might choke her. He had her pressed against the wall, holding her up with his body. One of her long legs bent around him allowing their hips to meet even more. His hand slid down her torso to that leg to feel the silk like smoothness. It continued to move upward until he cupped her skin, just below that beautiful tight ass of hers.

Their mouths parted but their faces stayed close. Their hot ragged breathing echoed off the close walls of the overstuffed closet. Their hips continued to meet, gently rubbing until Ian's pants got tighter in the groin.

"Fuck me, Ian...Fuck me..." she whispered in that aching tone.

His mind was fuzzy now because of the taste of her and the feel of her. Still, he had enough left to remember that fucking his twin sister wasn't something appropriate. Of course, the fact that she was now nibbling along his neck wasn't helping the situation any.

"Tera, please don't do this." he groaned

His plea went unheard. Her hands roamed his body while her mouth touched everything in reach. The stiffness between his legs stretched to the point of nearly bursting. He had to take it out. He needed the release. 

As though she heard, her hands slipped between then and undid the jeans, pushing them down his hips. Her hand wrapped around the thick and long manhood. The touch immediately caused him to groan out. He was already slick with his own juices, allowing her hand easily slide along the erect cock. 

Unconsciously, his hand moved to her shoulder and pushed off the strap of the spaghetti strapped dress she had thrown on since the pool, then her bikini top. Her left breast was now free for the taking. His mouth dipped down, taking the beautiful pink brown nipple into his mouth. It was already stiff, but the moment his hot and wet mouth touched it, it became even moreso. He sucked on her gently, teasingly. She moved closer, bending her back so he could take in more of her. Ian obliged by licking the areola, spiraling in slow circles.

"Oh, Ian, fuck me..." she requested again. 

Somewhere inside, he knew better. Honestly he did, but this once, he couldn't resist. His hands moved between their hips until he found her bikini bottoms. His fingers ran over the material between her legs, finding it to be warm and wet. Tera grinded herself against them, until he moved them further up her leg. He fisted the flimsy strings at the sides of the thong and pulled roughly until it ripped. He growled as he heard it fall to the wooden floor. He brought his fingers back to the now bare, moist folds, dipping his fingers between them. Tera's back arched as he ran leisurely circles around her swollen nub. And the mewing moans that came out of her mouth as he touched broke down every defense he had left.

"Ian...please..."

He pressed her more into the wall, fully supporting her body while she wrapped those long legs around his waist. It didn't take him long to line himself up with her very center. As soon as he did, he plunged into her body with ease. She was so hot and wet inside, and surprisingly tight. Ian groaned as the entire length of him drove in. Tera, too, called out as she clutched onto his muscular shoulders and arms. He moved in and out with even measured thrusts while she continued to hold onto him, using her legs to bring him back in with warm welcome. Their mouths crashed together, taking and giving what years of tension had built between them.

"Yes, ohhhhh..." she groaned as he moved, taking her at long last, "OH!" she threw her head back as he began swiveling his hips

"Is this what you wanted?" Ian moaned after bringing his mouth to her ear

"Yes..." she moaned back, "YES! Oh, fuck me just like that." she said as he started pounding her

She started clutching him inside of her. That extra tightness made him pound even more, shivering as the sensation nearly made him come. Luckily, he managed to hold off. It took every ounce of strength, since it could have been so easy just then. So easy.

"Ian? Tera? Where are you guys?" they heard their mother distantly call from downstairs. "Guys?"

Ian slowed down for a moment as he stared into Tera's face, which was contorted into agitation. Then they heard the first footstep fall on the stairs.

"Shit..." Ian grunted, "She's heading upstairs..." he moved to pull away.

Tera latched on even tighter to Ian with a threatening glare.

"No..."

Ian started to move again, faster and faster, pounding harder and harder into his sister. She spread her legs wide to give him easier access. His hands grabbed onto her legs to keep her from slipping.

Another footstep.

He was close to coming, but the way Tera gasped, he could tell he wasn't alone.

"That's right..." he whispered, "Come for me."

She grunted, but quietly. He watched her bit her lip hard and arch her back.

Another footstep. And another.

His movements got faster. A loud slapping sound bounced off the walls of the closet. Her wonderful juices dripped down his cock.

Another.

"Fuck, Tera, fuck...." he grunted. Almost home now. He felt her wet hole clench on his pole.

Another.

"Ah OH! Yes, I'm coming! Yes! Shit!" she gasped out as he slammed into her

Ian pumped three more times, then he spilled into her, coming so hard that he shook.

Another. "Children?" 

The pair went limp as they held onto one another. Both of them were drenched in sweat and gasping, but both wore a smile. 

Then they heard their mother getting closer. 

Tera seemed nonchalant about it, but Ian was in a panic trying to fix himself. She placed her free breast into her bikini, then opened the closet door. With a little bounce in her step, she moved to their mother's bed and sat with crossed legs. Ian ran his fingers through his hair, trying to play it cool.

Their mother walked into the room. She smiled at Tera.

"Wow, you're in a good mood for a change." The older woman said noting the glowing grin the girl wore.

"We all have our good days, Mom." 

Their mother nodded, then looked to Ian. She shook her head with a playful laugh.

"You take forever to find anything. And look the book is right there on that box. I swear boy, you probably couldn't even find the nose on your face."

Ian laughed nervously, picked up the book, and handed it to his mom.

"Come on down for lunch. It's done."

"Alright, Mom." both Ian and Tera said together while their mother walked out of the room

Tera turned to Ian with a smirk. He was red in the face. 

"I dunno if I have room for lunch," she said thoughtfully, "I already got stuffed today. You better be careful, Ian. You could break someone on that thing." she cackled as she stood up and walked over to Ian. She ran one of her fingers down his chest, "Mmmm...you were everything I've ever dreamed, and I've dreamt quite a lot."

He could barely look her in the eye. He hated to admit it, but that was the best fuck he'd ever had. It wouldn't be something he'd ever forget about......or ever stop craving for. Though, he'd had a long time to deal with craving like he had.

"Speechless? Mmm, that's alright, hon." she slid a hand down between her legs to wet it, then rubbed her taste onto his lips, "Something to remember our little moment. I'll see you downstairs" she laughed then sauntered out of the room.

Once she was gone, Ian licked his lips and savored the taste of his twin sister. It was everything he imagined and more.



Fulfillment



Kerri dragged herself up the last flight of stairs to the door of her fifth floor walk-up. She fumbled for her keys, causing one of her grocery bags to crash to the floor.

"Fuck!" Of course the can of tomatoes would have landed on her toes.

Jamming her key into the lock, she jiggled the stubborn thing and finally got her door opened. She kicked the stray bag inside figuring she couldn't do much more damage to the items inside.

The first thing she noticed as she used her hip to shut the door was the key to her neighbor's apartment lying on the nightstand. She let out a disgusted sigh. She'd been planning to collapse in front of the TV and try to forget the hell of a day she'd had. She'd forgotten she had to feed Nick and Allen's cat.

The two men were commercial photographers, and they'd been out of the country on a shoot. They were due back tomorrow. She considered putting her duties off, knowing she'd been giving Sasha, their grey Persian, extra treats all week, but she hated the thought of the little furball going hungry.

With an annoyed snort, she stuffed the milk and eggs into her crowded refrigerator and grabbed Nick and Allen's key.

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Kerri bent to pick up Sasha's bowl and froze. Someone was in the apartment. She grabbed the phone off the kitchen counter and crouched behind the bar. She'd started to dial 911 when she heard a low chuckle that could only have come from Nick. Peeking out from behind the bar, she saw her two friends. They were in the living room, wrapped around each other in the midst of a hungry kiss. Kerri couldn't take her eyes off them. She couldn't even breathe.

Nick's hands gripped the front on Allen's shirt, snapping buttons as he ripped it open. Allen released his lover long enough for Nick to push the shirt from his shoulders. Lowering his dark head to Allen's chest, he began making long strokes with his tongue. Allen groaned as Nick licked at his nipples, and his hands tore at Nick's long dark hair, pulling it free from its tie.

Kerri's nipples tightened to painful points and dampness coated the thin silk of her panties. She'd secretly fantasized about watching Nick and Allen together ever sense they'd moved in. She found them both wickedly sexy and the idea of their perfectly sculpted bodies rubbing against each other had filled her head many a night as she'd lain in bed with her vibrator. Now that she was seeing them for real, she couldn't bring herself to walk away.

Nick continued laving attention on Allen's chest as he worked the buttons of his own shirt and shrugged it off. Allen gasped when Nick's teeth dug into the dense muscle above his nipple. Nick gave a throaty laugh and stood.

Kerri's eyes remained glued to the men as Nick unbuckled his pants and let them fall to the floor. He wore nothing underneath, and his cock sprang free. Its thick, rigid length reached nearly to his navel. His hands cupped the side of Allen's face. "Suck me."

He pressed Allen down to his knees.

The sight of the Allen's mouth engulfing Nick's cock made Kerri moan. She brought her hand to her mouth to try and stifle the sound.

She watched the well-defined muscles of Allen's back flex as his head moved back and forth on Nick's shaft. One of Allen's hands wrapped around the base of his lover's shaft while his other hand cupped his balls, rolling them through his fingers. Kerri wanted to kneel behind him and lick his tanned skin.

Her clit was throbbing with need. Hoping not to make a sound, she slid down zipper on the side of her skirt. Her fingers snaked through the opening and under the waistband of her tights. She bit her lip to keep from gasping as her fingers slid against her soaking wet pussy. She sucked in her breath as she her fingers rubbed circles against her clit. Her eyes remained glued to Nick and Allen.

Nick fisted his hands in Allen's short blond hair, holding his lover's head still as he fucked his mouth, forcing Allen to swallow his entire length. Allen groaned and held onto Nick's hips as they pumped against him.

Kerri looked up, wanting to see Nick's face when he came. She gasped. He was staring at her. She jerked her hand out of her pants, scraping her fingers painfully. against the metal teeth of her zipper. Heat rose to her face. "I'm sorry. I-"

"Would you like to take his place?"

Kerri's heart pounded. Had she heard him right?

Allen let Nick's cock slip from his mouth and turned to look at her, a wicked smile on his face. "Please. Be my guest"

Kerri's feet started walking toward them before her mind had worked up the nerve to go through with her fantasy. She stopped a few feet from them.

"Come on, Kerri. You know you want to fuck us. "Nick's low, smooth voice pulled at something deep inside her. She nodded. Both men smiled at her.

"Strip for us."

Kerri's lungs constricted. She couldn't breathe; she couldn't think. But her body knew just what to do. She grasped the bottom of her sweater and pulled it up and over her head. She tossed it onto the floor and then reached behind herself to unhook her pink satin bra. When it had fallen to the floor as well, she summoned the courage to look up.

Nick licked his lips at he stared at her small high breasts. "Beautiful. Show us the rest of you."

Allen moved behind her and brought his hands up to caress her breasts as she wiggled her hips, trying to get out of her skirt. "Mmmm. They feel as lovely as they look."

Nick smiled. "I knew they would."

Kerri's heart pounded. Both men's voices oozed sensuality. Her body was on fire, and in that moment, she knew she'd do anything they asked. She stepped out of her skirt as Allen's hands slid down her sides and pushed her tights to her knees. "Oooh, our naughty little girl isn't wearing any panties."

Nick laughed. "I bet she loves feeling like a slut when she goes to her prim little office job."

Heat rushed to Kerri's cheeks and she knew they were bright red from both embarrassment and excitement. She lifted her feet one at a time, removing her high-heeled shoes and pulling her tights the rest of the way off. She gasped when Allen fingers delved between her pussy lips and slid inside her. Her knees buckled, and he pulled her back against his body.

She looked up to see Nick staring at her body. His eyes wide and his hand working his cock. "Is she ready for us?"

Allen slid his fingers from her ,and she groaned at the loss of pleasure. He held his hand out toward Nick. "Taste."

Kerri sucked in her breath as she watched Nick suck his lover's fingers, licking every drop of her cream from them. "Mmmm, delicious." He smiled at her, looking wild and dangerous She wondered if she could survive sex with both of them or if the pleasure might just do her in.

He kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his pants. Then he sat on the couch behind him, spreading his legs invitingly. "Suck my cock, Kerri."

Her clit tightened painfully as she sucked in her breath. She sank to her knees and crawled the last few feet to his lap. Then she reached for him, grasping the thick base of his cock and licking her lips.

"Don't make me wait." His voice was strained with need.

She smiled as she reached for him with her tongue, giving him a long swipe along the underside of his shaft. He gasped. The knowledge that he wanted her so desperately gave her courage. She took his head into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it. He groaned and she sucked him deeper, loving the warm, spicy taste of him on her tongue and the way he thoroughly filled her mouth.

Allen's hands grasped her hips, pulling them back. She supported herself on her elbows on the edge of the sofa as she let Allen walk her knees back. Shamelessly, she tilted her hips up, silently begging him to give her pussy some more attention. When she felt his cock press against her wetness, she groaned.

Allen thrust hard, seating himself completely. She cried out and Nick's cock slipped from her mouth.

Nick gripped her head and slipped himself back between her lips. He held her still as he had Allen. Nick fucked her mouth as Allen shafted her pussy. Over and over again, the two men filled her with their cocks. She felt her orgasm gathering deep inside her. Then Allen reached around and touched her clit, squeezing it between his fingers.

Hot starbursts of pleasure exploded in her body. Her climax was so intense she couldn't control the wild thrusting of her hips. Allen held himself deep inside her, letting her body spasm around him. But Nick kept fucking her, his cock surging into her mouth. She whimpered around him as her orgasm faded.

"Are you going to let her taste your come?" Allen's hot words brought heat racing right back to Kerri's pussy. She groaned.

"No, I'm going to save it for you." Nick released her then. And despite her body's intense explosion, she couldn't help being disappointed. She wanted more.

Allen slapped her ass as he pulled out. "On your back. On the bed. Now." Her breath caught, and she turned to face him.

His lips curled up. "We're not done with you yet."

Nick chuckled as he stood. "I'm not sure if our friend can walk so soon after that climax." He bent and scooped Kerri into his arms. A surprised yelp escaped her, but she relaxed against him as he carried her to the bed. His hard body felt so good.

He laid her on the mattress on her back. Allen had followed them, and he wasted no time in crawling up on the bed and positioning himself between Kerri's thighs. He pushed her legs until they doubled on her stomach. She gasped as he filled her once again. Then he leaned forward and took her lips in a fierce, hungry kiss.

She heard Nick opening a drawer and then felt the mattress dip as he climbed on the bed to join them.

Allen's lips left hers to trail down her neck and across her chest. When he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, she jerked, arching up off the bed. He sucked hard, and a line of fire raced from her breast to her clit.

She glanced up at Nick and became mesmerized by the sight of him fisting his cock in his hand as he applied a thick coating of lube. Dear God, was he really going to fuck Allen while Allen was inside her?

Nick gave her a feral smile just as Allen bit down on her nipple. She sucked in a breath, and her hips slammed up. Allen growled and ground himself against her.

"Lift her hips so I can fuck you both," Nick ordered.

Kerri lifted her hips, rubbing herself from side to side, trying to get the contact her clit craved. Allen grabbed a pillow and slid it under her hips, lifting her to an angle where he could sink even deeper.

She watched as Nick wrapped one arm around Allen's waist. He used his other hand to position his cock. "I hope you're ready."

Kerri watched Nick flex his hips and thrust hard. Allen gasped and fell against her, his balls slapping against her wet lips. Kerri whimpered as Allen ground himself against her while he fought to adjust to the sensation of Nick's cock in his ass.

She glanced up at Allen. His eyes were closed, and his mouth hung open. His breaths came in pants. Nick's cock was huge. She could only imagine how much it would hurt driving into her ass.

She glanced back at Nick. His lips curled up. "Your ass is next."

Dear God, had her read her mind? Her heart hammered in her chest, but hot writhing lust curled through her at the thought of Nick taking her as he was doing Allen now.

Then Nick grasped Allen's hips, and began pulling him back and forth, using him as a conduit to fuck Kerri. She lost the ability to think. Her whole world narrowed to the sensations building in her cunt.

Allen pushed her wrists down to the bed, holding her and grinding against her as he fought to hold himself deep while Nick tried to pull him back. Nick growled low in his chest and began thrusting himself into his lover, harder and faster each time.

Allen was being slammed against Kerri. Her hips rose, bucking and rotating, desperate to take Allen's cock as deep as she could. She'd never felt so out of control in her life. She wanted both men to come, wanted to see them lose control as they fucked her.

Nick leaned over Allen's back, pressing his lover down against Kerri's chest. Allen writhed, fighting to move, but trapped between Nick and Kerri. The side to side rotation of his hips caused his cock to rub over the special spot inside Kerri that could send her flying. She gasped, trying to hold back, afraid of the intensity of sensation inside her.

"Come for us, Kerri."' Nick's low voice was filed with command. He pulled himself out and then thrust deep into Allen. That last deep stroke and the wild look on Nick's face was all Kerri needed to go over. She cried out as spasm after spasm wracked her body.

Nick grabbed hold of Allen's hair, jerking his head back. "Take my come," he growled as his body flexed in a series of short thrusts. Then he tensed and held still.

His orgasm sent Allen over. He held Kerri's still pumping hips tight to the pillow beneath her as hot jets of come spurted deep inside her.

When the three of them could draw breath again, Nick rolled to his back on one side of Kerri. Then Allen slowly eased out of her and collapsed on her other side.

"Jesus, that was good." Allen's voice caught as he tried to slow his breathing.

Nick laughed and the sound seemed to travel all along Kerri's over-sensitized body. "Definitely worth the wait."

Kerri turned to look at him. Suspicion curling in her belly. "What do you mean?"

"We've been wanting to fuck you since the day we met you. Or haven't you noticed?"

Heat flooded Kerri's cheeks. "This was a set up, wasn't it? You knew you'd be home tonight."

Nick smiled. "And we knew you'd slick and hot and ready for us if you got a chance to see us in action."

"But that's not fair. I-"

Allen curled himself around her from behind. "What's not fair about it? We all got what we'd been wanting."

She looked over her shoulder at him. "But why didn't you say something before now?"

He laughed. "We tried. Numerous times. You just didn't take the hint."

Kerri remembered all the times she'd thought they were flirting with her but had dismissed it as the product of her own lascivious imagination.

Nick's stroked her stomach and slid his hand between her legs. She gasped when he touched her well-used pussy. "It hardly matters how we finally came to this. All that matters now is that you realize we're not finished with you yet."

Kerri smiled, her embarrassment forgotten. "I'm all yours." 



Fulfillment



Kizzi looked into the big brown eyes that she loved so much. She was happy to just lie in bed with Marco all day.

Then a car drove up.

Marco jumped up, barking, swinging his tail in wide arcs. Kizzi sat up and sighed. She knew she'd get no rest today, God forbid everyone leave her alone on a Sunday. She put on her silky purple pajama top over her very sheer tank top, needing some cover, and walked barefoot across the carpet to the front door, where someone was knocking. She opened the door, snapping at her big dog to shut up.

A strange man stood in the doorway. He was strikingly good-looking. His skin was a smooth reddish brown, like the skins of certain cherries, and his eyes were a clear ocean blue. His hair was as dark as it possibly could have been, and it was pulled back into a tail, with loose strands framing his face. There was a tiny sapphire stud in his lower lip, which caught her gaze and held it.

"Are you Kizzi?" he asked. His voice was rich and deep, like dark chocolate flowing from his throat. Speechless, she nodded.

"May I step inside?" he inquired, already stepping inside. Marco was still barking furiously, but the stranger put a hand on his big shaggy head, and the dog instantly quieted. 

Finding her voice, Kizzi asked, "Um, who are you?" He smiled and laughed, an amazing melodic sound, that made her think of sweet peppers. 

"Who am I?" he repeated. "I am a man of a place forgotten to the world. I am a man of a place who has never known the luxury of satellite television, or microwave ovens, nor have we needed it. I am a man who has traveled a very long way to stand before a very beautiful woman, and I am going to tell her a story.

"Kizzi, a few generations ago, a young English woman was found in the desert near our village. She had had her tongue cut out by raiders, and was dying of blood lost and thirst. The young woman was taken to our king at that time, and he fell in love with her. She was held as a favored guest, but a prisoner all the same. The king would go to her and talk to her for hours on end in our native tongue, telling her our history and stories. He was gentle and kind to her, but any touch from him would find her crying with terror. After spending months in his home, listening to his words, she had fallen in love with him as well. However, she still resisted his advances. Eventually he could no longer bear her rejection, and had her sent to her own country. There she was unhappily married, and bore a daughter. Our king was driven mad. All the concubines in the world could not slake his lust. He was the father of many children, one who succeeded him after his death. For generations, the males of the royal family have been driven mad by eternal lust. The female progeny of the Englishwoman fared no better, satisfied by no man."

Kizzi stared, dumbfounded, at the man before her. She knew she was one of those women. She had never had an orgasm, never been truly filled. She yearned for a man to take her, one she could give herself to completely. 

"Kizzi, I have come to break the curse my ancestors instigated. I have come to rekindle a dead romance, to ignite passion in my bloodline."

With that he took her face in his hands and kissed her. She felt as though her body was aflame, her every nerve ending burned with desire. She deepened the kiss, putting her arms around him and feeling his hands fall to her waist. Their tongues mingled together, each finding the perfect flavor in the other. Without breaking the kiss, the stranger swept her off her feet and carried her to the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

He lay her down on the bed, finally letting his mouth leave hers, only to bring it down upon her forehead, cheeks and chin in a series of sweet, light kisses. He moved his hands to her chest, unbuttoning the top button of her pajama top. He looked into her emerald green eyes, seeing nothing but her love for him, and her hunger. He unbuttoned the second button, and kissed her breastbone. As his mouth lingered between her breasts, he swiftly undid the third, fourth and fifth fastenings. Pulling open her shirt, he exposed her small yet supple breasts. His lips touched her nipple, lightly sucking the hard pink tip into his mouth. Kizzi moaned and arched up, sliding her arms out of her sleeves, leaving her topless. he firmly but lovingly pushed her back down on the bed.

His mouth found her other nipple, and he kissed it in much the same way. He left her breasts and began to kiss her stomach with soft touches of his lips, his lip ring cold on her belly. Kizzi was moaning softly and squirming on the bed. He put his hands on her hips and kissed her right below her navel, then began to go lower, moving the waistband of her pajamas down as well. His lips reached her labia right as her pants reached her feet, sliding off onto the floor. She was fully naked now, her pale skin bright from the sunlight penetrating the room. The beautiful man kneeled between her legs and kissed her lower lips as thoroughly as he had kissed her mouth. As she whimpered and moaned, he stood and removed his own clothing. He slid his shirt off over his broad shoulders revealing a dark and muscular body. As Kizzi watched him, she was unbearably aroused by how sensual and exotic he was. When he finally revealed his penis, her entire body shivered at the sight. It stood proudly erect from his body, long and thick and the same beautiful color of his skin. She moaned aloud at the thought of him thrusting into her tight pussy. He moved to lay on top of her, sliding his arms under hers and gripping her shoulders. He stared into her eyes as his head pressed against her wet entrance. She brought her mouth to his in a fierce kiss, giving him silent permission.

He thrust into her, their bodies fitting together perfectly, filling her fully, he buried to the hilt in her wet softness. They gasped into each other's mouths, savoring the moment of completion. Her hips began to rock and he moved inside of her in unison, both of them feeling sensations never felt before. He slid in and out of her so easily, yet she was tight around him in a way he had never experienced. She was amazed with each thrust, feeling him touch her innermost places, so completely inside her. They rose to orgasm together, years of sexual frustration building into one perfect release. When they finally came, it was in perfect harmony, he pumping his hot cum into her cunt and she flooding wetly around his shaft.

Later, when they lay together, completely spent, he turned to her with love in his eyes and spoke.

"My name is Aijahd." 



Fulfillment



Keys in hand, Lanie stopped by the door and checked the mirror one more time. She twisted back and forth to look at her ass, examined her teeth, fluffed her hair. And then she stopped to really look herself in the eyes. Expressionless, she gazed at her reflection. The woman in the mirror looked pale, and her eyes were huge and dark. She had put lipstick on, which accentuated her small mouth, what Kelly affectionately referred to as her Clara Bow mouth. Leaning closer, Lanie noticed her lips were trembling a little. She looked frightened.

Fuck it, she thought, opening the front door and slamming it behind her.

She elected to forgo listening to music on the way, opting instead for a cracked window with the heat blazing. She kept to surface streets and drove like a homing pigeon, wending her way over to Kelly and Jeff's. Twice she found herself rooting around in her purse for cigarettes, cursing each time she forgot about quitting. She had been driving this route for 10 years. She had driven it with her husband dozens of times, she had driven it drunk, but she had never driven it with such giddy apprehension. Fear and excitement warred in her belly as she absently cruised through town.  Lanie kept remembering all of the suggestive conversations over the years and spooning with Kelly while they shared a joint. Jeff walking in and sitting on the edge of the bed, slapping Kelly's ass and rubbing it through her jeans as they all talked and laughed. So many nights like that, while Evan was away.

She had always left just in time, scooting out at 2 in the morning and toddling home mostly uncompromised. Stripping down to just her damp panties and throwing herself on the bed, imagining Jeff's cock in her mouth and Kelly pushing 2 fingers up inside her, both of them fucking her all night. They knew she had always wanted it. They flirted and they teased, but in the end had always respected her wishes. She, in turn, burned with jealousy each time they took someone home. Kelly, of course, had to tell her all about it the next day.

Lanie allowed herself to imagine what it would feel like to be fucked by another man, by Jeff, whom she had wanted before he and Kelly even married. And there was so much unfinished business with Kelly, from years and years of drunken kisses, sweet girl-whispers, and giggling in the dark. Lanie pulled up into their drive feeling wired, like she'd just drunk six cups of coffee.

Kelly came running out in a sweatshirt and jeans, mugging at her and making hurry up gestures. Lanie couldn't help it, she started laughing and gathered her stuff. It'll be fine, it'll be fine, she muttered under her breath, steadying herself and launching out into the cold. Kelly was jumping up and down next to the front door, arms folded across her chest. But as soon as Lanie got close, Kelly leapt toward her and pulled her in the house.

Laughing, we burst into the room with a blast of cold air. Kelly shut the door behind us and chided me for being late.

"Jeff was saying you were gonna chicken out, Lanie!", she teased.

I laughed and hid my eyes for a second by pulling my scarf over my head. I had been trying to summon courage; that's why I was late. Opening my eyes, I started to shrug my coat off when I realized Kelly was already behind me to take it. 

"Oh, look. She's already takin her clothes off!" Jeff. Leaning against the kitchen wall with one hip cocked, jeans riding a little low. Cigarette smoldering in one cupped hand. I felt a pang in my pussy as I turned around and met his smile with my own.

"Don't worry. I have lots of layers yet." I lowered my eyes and threw my gloves on the table. Kelly popped up next to me with a glass of wine. She pointed at my shoes and I slipped out of them.

"You just drink some of that wine. And come in here and warm up some!" Jeff pushed away from the wall and sauntered over to me, putting his hand in the small of my back and offering me his cigarette. I took a long drag as he pushed me gently in the direction of the den.

He'd built a fire, and the warmth pulsed out from the hearth like pressure from a hand. Kelly had arranged the wide sectional close to the fire with several blankets piled on the floor. I blinked and swallowed. Jeff went up to the fire and began poking at it, mumbling something about heart of pine. Kelly walked towards him and pulled her sweatshirt off, revealing a tank top underneath. Taking a breath, I did the same. I couldn't help but glance at her breasts, larger than mine and stretching her top a little. Her nipples were hard, and their large, dark outlines were faintly visible through the fabric. She must have seen me looking, because she was kissing me before my sweater even hit the floor.

She'd been standing a couple of feet away, but suddenly she was so close to me I could smell her shampoo and feel her breath against my mouth. I gasped in surprise at her sudden proximity, still a little nervous, and she smiled. "I have wanted this for so long, Lanie...", she whispered, smoothing my hair back away from my face. My vision narrowed as the excitement inside me roared; nothing existed but Kelly.

She took my face in both hands and gently pressed her soft, wide lips to mine. Once, twice, and my mouth opened under hers like a flower. Immediately we had our arms around eachother, entwined, her tongue in my mouth and my hands in her long, black hair. She felt so fragile and familiar in my arms. I could feel every inch of her pressed against me, breast to breast, belly to belly, pelvis to pelvis. I may have moaned, I don't know. And at my back, I felt someone take down my hair.

My heart jumped when I realized Jeff had abandoned the fire and come up close behind me. My hair loosened and spilled down my back, and Jeff moved it aside. I felt his lips graze my neck and thought I would cum right there. Shivering, I kept my eyes tightly shut and my mouth on Kelly's mouth, losing myself in the kiss. My mind was whirling with sensory input, and for a moment I was bewildered as to how this could actually be happening, my nipples erect and painful from Jeff's lips on my neck. Kelly pushed against me slowly until my back was up against Jeff's bare chest and my ass against his hardening cock.

Releasing my hair for the moment, Jeff slid his hands up and down my arms, fingertips occasionally brushing my breasts, pressing against me steadily as Kelly and I eased into comfortable necking. She bit my bottom lip and I finally relaxed, giving in, leaning back against Jeff and pulling Kelly with me. I held her close to me with one hand at her waist and the other guiding the back of her head in our continuous kiss. I sucked gently at her lips, nipping her a little with my teeth, tracing the outline of our kiss with my tongue. 

Jeff slid his hands underneath my arms and slowly palmed my breasts, immediately finding the nipples and pinching them once, hard, before gently rubbing his palms against the very tips. That time I definitely cried out in Kelly's mouth, and she pulled back for a breath. I watched her look up, over my head, and smile into Jeff's eyes.

I heard and felt his voice rumble against my back as he directed Kelly to strip. I had never heard him address her this way. I began to move away, but he pulled me back against him, whispering, "Oh, no. You're not going anywhere, Lanie." One hand held my right breast, and the other slid down and pressed against my lower belly, just barely grazing my mound with his fingertips.

It was different when Kelly broke contact and began undressing. I couldn't see him, but Jeff held me now, in a way that we had never touched before. My faith in him was absolute, my lust for him reaching newer heights with each passing moment. And I was more than a little afraid of him, which just made it more arousing.

As Kelly slowly pulled her top over her head, sillhouetted by the fire, Jeff began to pull mine off, too. She and I locked eyes as she took every piece of her clothing off, taking her time, with Jeff standing behind me and undressing me at the same pace. Kelly and I emerged in this way.

Naked now, I could feel his cock throb against me through his jeans. Kelly was nude, not three feet away from me.  My arms were up behind me holding Jeff against me, breasts thrust out toward Kelly. The nipples were hard and standing out from Jeff's rolling and pinching. As Kelly walked toward us, Jeff gathered my wrists behind me in one hand and slid the other down my abdomen to cup my pussy. My mind was frantic, but it lost the battle when he slid just one finger between the swollen lips and barely grazed my clit. I cried out, and heard – felt – him laugh. Kelly walked up to me and bent to one breast, engulfing my nipple and teasing it with her tongue. Abruptly Jeff withdrew his fingers, leaving me aching.

Overcome with emotion and desire, I sank to my knees on the blankets. Kelly joined me and pushed my shoulders back toward the floor, taking one of my breasts in her tiny hands and closing her mouth over the nipple, biting gently, rolling it back and forth. My eyes were closed now, my hands in Kelly's hair, one knee bent, turning toward her. She pushed me down again and kissed me hard. I heard a rustle above me and cool silk fluttered down to my face as Kelly disengaged. I reached up to move it, but she said, "shhhh" and smoothed it against my eyes and forehead. "Raise your head up a little", she whispered. And I realized that Jeff had circled around behind me and they had just tied a scarf around my eyes...

My breathing quickened even more as I felt movement around me. I was completely exposed for the moment, flat on my back and naked in front of Jeff for the first time, spread out at his feet. I had originally thought my anxiety would prove difficult to overcome, but all fear had left me with the application of the blindfold. Now all I wanted was to be fucked.

Jeff's zipper sounded incredibly loud over the crackling of the fire, and Kelly's warm, soft breasts began sliding up my smooth legs. I could feel her nipples against my skin, surely as hard as they could get. Her long hair brushed my sides as she kissed my thighs. Involuntarily I widened my legs a little, giving her access, new excitement blooming inside me. And then I felt Jeff kneel next to my head, smoothing my hair away from my face. A small pillow was placed underneath my neck. I moaned with anticipation and opened my mouth invitingly.

Kelly parted my thighs a little more and placed small kisses here and there, avoiding my pussy. Frustrated and dizzy with sensation, I gave up and spread my knees wide, wanting to feel her mouth there. Another pillow was placed under my ass. Kelly wrapped her arms around my thighs and lay between my legs, her breath hot against my swollen cunt lips. I dug my fingers into her hair and tried to wait for her. Sensing movement behind me, I became aware of Jeff's naked scent, clean and musky. He adjusted the pillow under my neck and tilted my head back, and then his long, hard cock slid into my waiting mouth. I groaned in my throat, shocked and pleased at the size of it, my mouth stretched to its limits around his width. I felt his wet thumb at my lips, rubbing them and then pushing into my mouth with his cock.

At that moment, Kelly gently ran one finger down the front of my pussy, gathering wetness on the way down. And then her tongue traced the same path like a feather, barely there. On her way back up the slit, her tongue caught the underside of my clit and I jerked, briefly pulling her toward me with her hair. She didn't resist, instead gripping my ass with her hands and taking my entire clit in her mouth and sucking hard on it. Jeff started pumping his cock in and out of my mouth, his hands holding my head on either side. It was too much; my back arched and I started cumming. As my hips began to rock underneath Kelly, she deftly slid 2 fingers straight up into me and I shouted around Jeff's cock, my voice muffled. Jeff slid one hand down and pinched one of my nipples, twisting it a little, never breaking his stride.

Kelly continued to fuck me with her fingers, her mouth a tight seal around my clit and her tongue flicking it back and forth. I guided her head with my hands and groaned continuously around Jeff's cock as he fucked my mouth. Slow, measured strokes at first, then faster and faster. I was certain he was going to cum soon, I wanted him to cum, but then he pulled his cock out of my mouth slowly until just the head rested on my lips. I immediately reached up to feel him, I wanted to hold him in my hands, and I turned my head slightly to kiss and stroke the head with my tongue. My mouth open slightly, I sucked in just the head of his cock and held the base firmly in one hand. But when I tried to take the length of him, he pulled back out of my reach. 

Without warning, Jeff bent down and put his mouth on mine for the first time. It was a rough, deep kiss, his tongue teasing mine and then thrusting deep, and I could taste tobacco and whiskey on his breath. It seemed like our mouths fit together perfectly in this position. Keeping one hand in Kelly's hair, I reached up and put my other hand behind Jeff's neck, holding his lips in place and sucking on his tongue. But he broke the kiss and pulled away, causing me to cry out in frustration. My cry was cut off by his cock entering my open mouth again.

Kelly had spread my cunt lips apart and was licking up my juices from bottom to top, pausing each time to suck on my clit. She withdrew her fingers for a moment, leaving me empty and aching, and then I felt something cold and hard press against my core, teasing the opening. As Jeff pumped in and out of my mouth, Kelly pushed and I was instantly filled with what I knew was her glass dildo. As soon as it hit bottom, she pulled it out almost completely and then pushed it back in, over and over, her mouth still sucking on my clit. As my hips began to move again beneath her and Jeff's thrusting increased in pace, I knew I was close to cumming again. I whimpered around the cock in my mouth each time she thrust into me below, and I became aware of the fact that Jeff's cock was beginning to swell even more, stretching my lips. Oh god, I thought, he's cumming, he's cumming, I'm cumming! Jeff held my head tightly and shoved hard into my throat, finally spurting hot jets of cum into my mouth. Kelly must have looked up and seen him reach the brink, because she began fucking me in time with his final thrusts. As soon as he grunted and came in my mouth, she tilted my ass with the pillow and shoved into me harder and faster, immediately bringing me to orgasm again. I arched and spasmed, forgetting that I was trying to swallow all of Jeff's come, and a tiny rivulet began slowly making its way down my jawline from around his cock. I could see it all in my head, even though my fantasies had never been this detailed. My naked body stretched out on the floor with my legs spread and Kelly fucking my cunt with a giant glass cock, Jeff kneeling behind me and fucking my mouth, I never thought it would actually happen and he's still cumming in my mouth, oh god...

As Jeff slowly pulled his slick cock out of my mouth, pausing to linger on my lips, Kelly gave me one last thrust, causing me to arch once again. Evidently satisfied, she pulled it gently out of my pussy and set it aside, sliding up my body until I could feel her breasts against mine. I wrapped my arms and legs around her and embraced her tightly, reaching for her mouth with mine. So sweet, the taste of myself on her lips. She smelled like me, and I devoured her mouth, one hand cupping her jaw and the other in her hair. Our tongues met and lingered, not flicking but teasing and fucking. Kelly cupped my head in her hands, kissing me back hungrily, and began to grind against me. She was taller than I was, so her pelvic bone hit just below mine, pressing against my clit and swollen lips as I squirmed beneath her. I crooned in my throat as we alternated between sucking and biting lips and fucking eachother with our tongues, our bodies pressed tightly against eachother. She worshiped me with slow, wet kisses that resonated deep within my womb, causing my still throbbing clit to twitch as it plumped again.

Our legs were spread apart and entwined, Kelly's weight delicious on top of me, and she moved against me in slow sensuous circles. I began to lose track of time. Her mouth and her hot cunt against mine were almost unbearable, as if the heat from the fire had enveloped us. My eyes were shut tightly under the blindfold, and I existed only through sensation: I could feel feathers of her hair hanging down and brushing against my cheeks as she kissed me. Her body felt like it was radiating intense heat, almost burning my skin. Her fingers never stopped moving in my hair as she supported my head to follow the kiss. Her nipples were hard against my breasts as she continued to push and grind and slide up and down, never stopping, our juices mingling; we breathed in sync and never had to come up for air.

Days later, Kelly pulled away from my questing mouth just long enough to whisper against my lips, "Would you eat my pussy, Lanie?"  I moaned and squeezed her, taking her sharp chin in my mouth and sucking, moving my lips down her neck and nipping the skin there as she inched forward above me. Gradually her shaved pussy slid all the way up my abdomen and between my breasts, leaving a damp trail which was cool on my burning skin. I could smell her coming as Kelly pressed her clit against my chin for a few seconds. Then her pussy reached my lips, and I swooned beneath her, opening my mouth and stretching my head upward to suck in as much of her as I could.

She straddled my mouth, leaning forward with her hands holding mine above my head on the floor, our fingers linked and squeezing tightly. Her pussy was closer now, brushing my lips with a slick kiss, and my cunt clenched in response. I found her clit with my mouth, sucking it in. She moaned above me, and I could tell from the sound that Jeff's cock was in her mouth. The resulting instantaneous mental image caused me to spasm again, and I pushed my tongue up into her as hard as I could, gratified at the muffled groan I could hear above me. I began exploring her clit with the tip of my tongue, maintaining pressure and stroking the hood and the underside, always coming back to stroke the tiny engorged little cock nestled in her folds. I took it in my mouth and rolled it around between my tongue and my teeth, and then fluttered downward to stab my tongue into her cunt, fucking her with it. 

Soon she began to grind against my face as Jeff fucked her mouth and I fucked her with mine. She was so wet, her lips sliding against mine made me feel like I was kissing her mouth again. I was overcome with Kelly, all I could taste or smell was Kelly, only Kelly existed now. I stroked and pushed and sucked with my tongue and lips, my hands struggling a little at being restrained, knowing only that I wanted her to cum as I kissed her. I wanted to feel her lose control.

Slowly Kelly began to swivel on my mouth, turning around on my face until she faced my breasts. Not once did her cunt break contact with my mouth. But now she could reach down and squeeze my tits, pinching the nipples cruelly and then rubbing them gently. Blowing on them as they throbbed from her touch. She pulled and twisted, and I sucked at her pussy without really even being aware of my surroundings. Never in my life had I escaped so completely into sex. I was groaning over and over in my throat, my aching cunt flush with new moisture as Kelly began to move her hips rhythmically, pushing her pussy against my open mouth and writhing above me. My hands free, I eased my middle finger up into her ass, startling her. I heard her say, "oh god" just under her breath, and had a moment of near prescience as my sensitive cunt felt the air move seconds before Jeff 's cock plunged into me.




Fulfillment



I screamed against Kelly, overwhelmed with pleasure, wanting to swallow him up inside me until I was full. The shock of it caused me to clench down on him and he grunted, pushing against me until he was in to the hilt. Kelly cried out above me and came in my mouth, on my mouth, swallowing me with her cunt. I found her clit, sucked it into my mouth and pummeled it with my tongue, holding on as she bucked.  I'm sure it was watching Jeff 's cock disappear into my pussy that pushed her over.

Her cries faded into whimpers above me as I was filled with cock. She rode my mouth and held each of my nipples in her fingers as Jeff pushed into me and pulled out slowly, almost leaving me completely before pushing again. He was bigger than the dildo, and I felt myself stretch around him, wanting him to slam into me but afraid he might hurt me. He took his time, moving in and out of me without urgency, pushing a little further in, pulling out completely with just the head resting on my swollen lips, pushing.

Jeff reached down and pulled my legs up, holding them against his chest and plunging into me deeply. I imagined he and Kelly locked in a kiss above me as I continued to suck on her clit and lap slowly and methodically now, eager to make her cum again. She reciprocated by slowly twisting my nipples, which caused intense blasts of heat to travel straight to my womb. Unable to see, with Jeff's cock finally impaling me and Kelly pinching and rolling my nipples between her fingertips, I was completely hypnotized by sex. I held on to Kelly's ass and met Jeff's thrusting cock with my hips in perfect rhythm, pushing up against him and whimpering against Kelly's cunt. I didn't even try to hurry his measured strokes, even though I thought I would go mad from the sensation of being fucked so ruthlessly. Over and over he pushed his thick cock in to the hilt and pulled back out until all I could feel was the head. Each time he shoved into me, it felt like he was further and fatter than anyone had ever been.

Through the haze in my mind, I thought I heard Jeff say something. Kelly gave my nipples one last twist and rose from my mouth, bending down to stroke my clit with one fingertip. And then her warmth was gone for a moment. Jeff continued to fuck me, a little more gently now, one of my legs pulled up against him with my ankle in his grip. With his other hand he began to alternately brush and grind against my clit with his rough thumb. I panted and moaned and raised my ass in the air, one hand braced against the couch. With my other hand I reached up and pulled the blindfold off. I wanted to see him fucking me. I wanted to see his eyes. 

Jeff was smiling insolently and watching my face, his cock rock hard but beginning to move even more slowly now. I had a flash of all the moments in the past when I had found it difficult to meet his eyes. How strange, I thought, to be naked and open before him yet unafraid.

I didn't say anything, and neither did he. We moved together instinctively now, our eyes locked. I felt unable to look away from him, captured by his gaze. Kelly had disappeared. I began to lose time again. All that existed was this moment in which I had finally achieved abandon. But the body is greedy, and a cry left my throat unbidden as I threw my head back and began to cum again from deep within, a soul wrenching orgasm that ripped through me in powerful waves. I screamed out repeatedly, animal cries, each time my hips bucked and another wave hit. Jeff drove into me harder, fucking me with calculation and satisfaction. Suddenly he dropped down so that his body covered mine and our faces were close, his elbows on either side of my head. I immediately sought out his mouth, even as I came, and we kissed for the second time. The taste and feel of his lips and tongue on mine pushed me even further over the edge, the sudden intimacy on top of the unbelievable pleasure blowing my mind until my eyes were wide open and I was still unable to see. 

"Lanie?" Soft, singsong tone from his lips, bringing me back to consciousness. My eyes, which had been closing, slowly opened again. I smiled. Jeff was still on top of me and still hard. He looked down at me and smiled into my eyes. "We aren't done yet, sweetie..." 



Fulfillment: A Family Tradition



As always, this is a work of fiction and any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidence. All characters exist only within the confines of my imagination. I hope everyone enjoys this little fantasy. Please offer some feedback - what you liked or hated or what makes this story stimulating. Feedback has slowed down the last few stories...hell, comment on that to if you like. As always, enjoy!

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As I was driving my son and myself across the Brooklyn Bridge into New York City, I couldn't help recalling the saddest time in my life. Almost two years ago, I stood vigil with my husband as the cancer he'd battled for several years took him from us. We spent the last few days discussing his triumphs and the things he'd failed to do in his lifetime. 

Charles was a good man. We'd met in college and married my senior year, me already six months pregnant with our son, Chad. I had a difficult delivery and we wound up having only the one son, although we tried for more children over the years. Charles was a good looking man, light brown hair and brown eyes, a stocky wrestler's build (he went to college on a wrestling scholarship), a winning smile and the confidence of a man who knew what he wanted and was able to get it. Mostly, it turned out, he wanted me. I fell in love with him the first time I saw him. We quickly became passionate lovers and then married with Chad on the way.

We had several wonderful years together. Chad was twelve when the cancer first appeared. Over the next four years, my Charles fought it valiantly before finally succumbing to the disease. Chad, now sixteen, stood by my side at the funeral, the spitting image of his father who would have been proud of the man his son had been forced to suddenly become. Over the two years since we buried Charles, my son and I have become very close. I doubt I could have gotten through my mourning period without my son to lean on.

I've become very attached to my son. One could almost call me a jealous woman. I haven't liked any of his girl friends and am almost ashamed to admit I am happy he is currently unattached and even more pleased that he has kept a promise to his father to remain chaste until he turned eighteen.. For his part, he's been urging me to return to the dating scene...to find a friend and possibly a husband. When I've scolded him about it, telling him I'm too old for such nonsense, he just laughs and tells me what a beautiful woman I am.

"Christ, Mom, you're only forty years old. And you're a great looking woman. I bet there are lots of guys who would give an arm and a leg to marry you!" he would tell me. I don't know, maybe he's right. I'd like to think I'm still kind of pretty. I've always been blessed with good skin and I've kept my figure. My boobs aren't sagging much, despite the weight of having 36 DD breasts. At one hundred-eighteen pounds and five foot-two inches, I've kept my 36-24-34 figure. My legs still draw a whistle when I get brave enough to wear a short skirt or go to town in my jean shorts. And I am very vain and proud of my hair, long black tresses that fall to the middle of my back.

I love it when Chad tells me how pretty I am, even though it makes me feel kind of naughty to hear my own son talk that way. My friends have teased me about how I need to cut the apron strings and quit being possessive and jealous over Chad.

Which make today's visit to the city even more difficult. Today, I am fulfilling one of my husband's last wishes. Today, I'm taking my son to visit the city's most luxurious bordello. My heart fluttered as I thought of the ornate business card in my purse that carried the words, "Fulfillment, a Tradition Since 1850," followed by a phone number.

I had long known about the tradition in Charles's family about the father taking his son to Fulfillment, New York City's oldest and finest whorehouse, for his first sexual adventure. Charles had been taken there by his father who had been taken there by his father and so on. Charles said the legend was that his father's male ancestors had been among the first patrons of Fulfillment way back before the Civil War. 

I was also aware that occasionally Charles visited Fulfillment during our marriage. We both had grown up in promiscuous times and in our younger days had done some swinging with friends in the neighborhood, trading partners for an evening or even a weekend. Otherwise, I had never had an affair or even a one night stand, I knew Charles wouldn't have minded but I was never really tempted. It never bothered me that Charles went to Fulfillment on occasion, it even excited me when he'd describe some exotic beauty he had fucked and we always had great sex afterwards.

As Charles lay dying, he asked me to follow through on the tradition with Chad when he turned eighteen. I was both horrified and amused, a mother taking her son to a brothel for his first fuck? Charles pressed me on it though, making me promise that the tradition would continue. I couldn't refuse my husband and I finally agreed. Charles explained how things worked at this exclusive whorehouse. For a specific fee, one had lifetime privileges at Fulfillment. When my husband told me the fee, I had gasped, but Charles just laughed and said his own father had set aside money just so Chad could continue the family tradition. He gave me their business card and I tucked it away until a few days before Chad turned eighteen. I thought about it often, struggling with my own jealousy and the sheer weirdness of it. I was sure that Charles would have found my thoughts amusing.

I took the card from my jewelry box and while Chad was out with friends, called the number. A young sounding, very feminine voice answered. "Fulfillment, this is Alexis. How may we please you?"

"Um, my name is Diana, Diana Martin. Charles Martin was my husband."

"Oh yes, Mrs. Martin. Please accept our condolences on the loss of your Charles. He was a good man."

"Thank you," I almost whispered.

"I guess you are calling to make an appointment for Chad, yes, Mrs. Martin or might I call you Diana?"

"Please. Um, yes, my son turns eighteen next week." I was astonished that without a pause, this woman was talking as if she'd known us all our lives.

"Wonderful," the sexy voice chuckled. "Have you asked Chad for his preferences?"

"Uh...preferences, Alexis?"

"Oh yes, Diana. Fulfillment will grant his wish as to the type of women Chad prefers. His family legacy is to be with one of our finest ladies on his eighteenth birthday. We will provide the lady of his dreams, be she an eighteen year old cheerleader or the sexiest grandmother in New York City, Caucasian, African American, Hispanic or Asian."

I was almost speechless. Charles hadn't informed me of this. "I...um, I honestly don't know, Alexis. This is all so new to me."

Alexis giggled over the phone. "I understand, dear. You should talk to Chad. Get him to tell you what his fantasy woman is like. Just make sure you call us back over a day or two before his visit so we can make the appropriate plans."

We ended the call and I spent the next three days trying how to get the necessary information out of Chad. I mean, how do you ask your own son, "Honey, describe your dream fuck!" I wanted this to be the wonderful night that Charles would have provided his son, but it was going to be difficult. Chad had dated some in high school, but hadn't gravitated to any particular type of girl as far as I could tell.

I finally broached the subject while Chad and I were out to dinner at our favorite Italian restaurant. As we ate, I kept prodding Chad about various young ladies in the restaurant. His responses were of the usual, "I dunno...I guess," variety when I'd ask if this young lady or that young lady was pretty.

Chad finally put down his fork and looked at me quizzically. "What's up, Mom? Why do you keep asking me about girls?" This after I'd asked him if he thought our waitress, a pretty, buxom blonde, was pretty.

I could feel my face redden as I stammered, "Well...uh, I was curious. I wondered if there was a particular type of girl you found attractive. Maybe your old Mom is trying to fix you up!"

Chad looked at me with a surprised expression. "Are you serious, Mom? You really want to know the kind of woman I think is hot?"

"Well, yes. I am curious."

Chad nodded, a little amused. "Okay, Mom. Let's see..." He turned and looked about the room. Finally, he gestured a particular direction. I looked over to see a family of four sitting in a booth. Next to a woman about my age, was a teenaged girl maybe sixteen years of age with long red hair and a pretty, innocent face.

"Oh Chad, she's lovely. I bet she's about your age, too."

Chad snorted and said, "Not her, Mom! The woman next to her...her mother."

I almost gasped. "Her mother!" I studied the woman. She was my age or maybe a little older. Taller than me, but heavy breasted with dark, red hair. I turned and looked at my son. "You're telling me you prefer older women?"

It was my son's turn to blush. He shrugged his shoulders and replied, "You asked me, Mom. Yes, older women turn me on!" For some reason, his words sent a thrill through me.

"Look around some more, honey. See anyone else that uh, turns you on?"

Chad stared around the room some more, finally settling his gaze on a couple dining at an open table; a husband and wife, both in their mid forties. The woman was very lovely. A blonde with large breasts, her dress revealing a serious amount of cleavage and most of a shapely leg peeked through a long slit in her dress. "She's pretty sexy, Mom," Chad stated seriously.

"Anyone else?" I asked. A shiver traveled through my body, ending up between my thighs. I realized with a bit of surprise that my pussy was wet. I shivered again as I relished that sweet sensation of my labia lips rubbing together, becoming slick with my own juices.

Chad studied the crowded restaurant. He grinned and waved. "Look, there's your friend, Mrs. Brown. I think she's really hot!" I looked around and gasped. Just being seated across the room was my best friend, Jill Brown and her husband, Tom. A lovely woman, about my height and weight...her hair almost the same color as mine and our figures were so close, we could and have, borrowed each other's clothes. I managed a feeble wave and smile at the woman many people say resembles me so much that we could pass for sisters! Jill was wearing a off the shoulders summer dress.

I turned, barely able to look my son in the eye, feeling my face flushing...my skin like it was on fire. "You really think Jill is sexy, huh?"

Chad waggled his eyebrows in a lewd expression and replied, "Oh yeah! A woman that looks like Jill is about the sexiest thing alive, especially wearing that outfit! I think bare shoulders are sexy!" I stifled a groan as I felt my juices almost shoot out from my pussy. I was sure my panties were becoming soaked and wouldn't be surprised if I left a puddle on the leather covered bench in our booth. I realized that I was wearing a shell blouse myself that left my shoulder's bare and bared the upper portion of my breasts.

"I can't believe what you're saying, Chad. Good grief, all these women are my age." I tried to hide the sudden nervousness in my voice.

Chad grinned and said, "What can I say? I reckon I just want to find a girl like the girl dear ol' Dad found!" His eyes seemed to crawl over me and then he blushed and suddenly found his linguini very interesting.

When our conversation resumed, we drifted on to safer topics. Our dinner passed pleasantly, but we were both aware that we were giving each other funny looks now and again.

The next day, I again called Fulfillment and spoke with Alexis. I described what I hoped was Chad's preference, embarrassed as I described essentially myself to the woman, adding his likes in clothing. "Mmmm...very interesting, Diana," purred Alexis. "I know who would be perfect for Chad. We'll see you Friday evening at eight!"

The next few days, I was filled with all sorts of mixed emotions. I constantly argued with myself that Chad had meant nothing when he had been commenting on his tastes in women. Another part of me, the part that was responsible for my constantly wet pussy, argued that Chad had been flirting with me...his own mother! That he was sending me a message. Another part of me was filled with jealousy at the thought of another woman...any woman introducing my son to the world of sex. Through it all, only one thing kept me on course and that was my solemn pledge to my late husband to see this through to the end...to keep up the Martin Family tradition!

Friday, Chad's birthday, he and I drove up to New York City. It was a two hour trip and I finally broke the news to Chad of what his father's great gift was and of the long established family tradition. My son was dumbfounded...totally speechless for the longest time. Finally reality set in and a big grin broke out on my son's face. "Wow!" he kept saying over and over.

Chad suddenly sobered up and said, "Are you okay with this, Mom? You don't mind?"

I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs that of course I minded, that my son's heart and body should belong to no one but me, but I smiled and replied, "Of course not, Chad. This was your father's last wish for you, son."

He seemed satisfied with that and we lapsed into silence for most of the ride. I know he was thinking about his impending evening though. A bulge began to grow in Chad's pants...a sizable bulge and I had a hard time concentrating on traffic.

Finally we reached New York City and drove to the address Alexis had given me. It was a posh, old mansion. An attendant took our car while an elegantly dressed butler walked us past Grecian statues of Gods and Goddesses and inside to a sitting room. The place reeked of money and power and taste. Erotic paintings hung on the wall and here and there were placed art objects, intensely sexual in nature. We waited just a few minutes, both of us trying not to giggle from nervousness, when in walked two lovely women. 

"Good evening, Diana. Good evening, Chad. We're so thrilled to finally meet you. I am Alexis." Alexis was a beautiful Eurasian woman. She was wearing a Christian Dior suit that hung perfectly on her lovely form. Her short, black hair was perfectly in place, except for a thick strand that hung attractively over her right eye. She approached us and kissed me on the cheek and then shook Chad's hand. "We're thrilled to finally meet you. I know Charles would be thrilled to see your family tradition continue!"

Chad was almost speechless and I managed a quiet thank you. There was a moment of awkward silence and then Alexis continued. "So, Chad I know you're anxious to get started. There are some formalities we need to take care of." She turned and gestured to the other woman, a short, gorgeous redhead, with an attractive zaftig figure wearing a white medical coat. "This is Doctor Claire. Chad, you'll need to step out with her. She's going to take a little blood test and check you out a little while your mother and I have a little chat, okay?"

Claire stepped up and took Chad by the hand. "I'm so pleased to meet you, Chad...Diana. Shall we, Chad?" She led my son away while Alexis gestured for us to sit.

She reached out and took my hand. "So, how is Mom doing? Are you okay, Diana?"

I let out a nervous laugh. "I guess so. I can barely believe I'm here, bringing my son here for his first...um..."

"Experience?" suggested Alexis. "I understand. I know it's difficult, filling in for your husband, but I'm sure he'd be so proud of you. It's not every woman or every mother who could be so open-minded." She squeezed my hand and her touch seemed strangely reassuring and a little more. Her dark eyes seemed to draw me in. I've rarely felt attracted to a woman, but I felt more than a little tingle from her touch and from her gaze. I felt my nipples begin to harden against my bra.

"Well, lets get the formalities over with. You have the fee?"

I reached into my purse and took out a thick envelope. This night would be expensive, but Charles and his father had planned this well. If this place was everything Charles had said it would be, the money would be well spent. Alexis took the envelope and slipped it into her jacket pocket.

She picked up a file folder and handed it to me. Here is Doctor Claire's medical report on the lucky lady that will be with Chad tonight. She passed her medical checkup as well as tests for STD's earlier today. Here at Fulfillment, we check each of our ladies every day that they are working."

"Wonderful," I replied, amazed at the clarity of the report. 

Alexis leaned in again and squeezed my hand. "We find most of our clients prefer not to have to deal with condoms...you know how men are." She grinned and continued, "And I'll confess, many of our ladies also prefer it, sans condoms...it raises the level of intimacy. Of course, Chad can opt to wear protection."

I felt my skin heat up. "Um...it's his choice, but he's in such a state, I expect he won't even think about it."

Alexis laughed and then continued to fill me in. Chad and his future lover would have the next twelve hours to do...well, whatever Chad wanted as long as it didn't involve violence. We took a tour of the mansion. Alexis showed me the kitchen and introduced me to their cooking staff. "If your young man requires nourishment to keep himself going, he or his lady can simply call down to the kitchen. My lovely guide held hands with me as she led me up the winding staircase and showed me Chad's bedroom, a lavishly furnished suite with the biggest bed I have ever seen. Large mirrors decorated each wall.

"Most of our clients like a lot of playroom," Alexis chuckled, winking at me. She showed me the closets, full of fantasy clothes, various leather, vinyl and plastic instruments and toys. "Just in case any little fantasy needs to be carried out," said my guide. Alexis picked a long two headed, rubber dildo up off a shelf. "This is one of my favorites," she whispered coyly, winking at me again.

"Oh! So you also do...uh," I trailed off...my naïve upbringing showing up.

Alexis laughed and said, "Well, these days, I'm primarily management. But now and again, I like to spend time with special clients." I felt a spurt of my juices, soaking my already moist panties. I was amazed at how my body was reacting to this lovely woman.

We returned to the sitting room to await Chad's return. We drank coffee and idly chatted, mostly about Charles. "Of course, we didn't see much of him after he married you, but when he did visit, he talked about you constantly. I've wanted to meet you for a long time," Alexis said.

"Well," I stammered in reply. "He didn't mention any of you by name, but he told me about your...his adventures, and well, we always had great sex afterwards!" That seemed to please her.

She seemed about to say more, but a chime rang and Doctor Claire walked in with my son. He was flushed, obviously aroused judging by the large bulge in his slacks. Again, I felt a shivering delight spreading wetly between my legs. "Well, this young man is as clean as whistle and ready for love!" announced the doctor.

"Wonderful," cooed Alexis, glancing over at me. She pressed a button on the table and then stood up and walked over to Chad. Putting an arm around his waist, she said in a sultry voice. "Are you ready to meet your dream date, darling?" With her free hand, she palmed the bulge in his pants. She grinned over at me and said, "Oh my! I guess you are ready!"

Chad was beet red now and virtually speechless. Not everyday a madam rubbed his cock in front of his mother. He was spared answering when a woman entered the room. Chad and both gasped as we took in the beautiful, mature woman.





Fulfillment: A Family Tradition



A black haired woman of maybe forty-five well aged years walked over and kissing Chad on the cheek. "Hi, Chad, I'm Eve. I've been anxious to meet you!" Her eyes were green and she had a cute, button nose, but otherwise, we might have been sisters. Her figure was a mirror of mine, displayed to best advantage by the short skirt she was wearing with a pullover sweater that left her shoulders bare and exposed so much of her breasts, that the very edge of her areolas' were peeking out. Her nipples, already hard, were poking out against the soft material of her sweater. Her legs were well toned and exquisite. She seemed to exude sexuality...I could even swear I could smell her arousal.

Eve closed in on Chad, blatantly rubbing herself up against him, her breasts mashing up against his tense body. A surge of jealousy ran through me even as I felt my own excitement increase as Chad's cock visible swelled inside his pants, making me wonder which would explode first, his cock or his pants!

Alexis laughed and said, "I don't know who is more excited, Chad or Eve?" She took my hand and said, "C'mon, Mom! Give your son a goodbye kiss and let him have some fun!"

Feeling very awkward and shy, I let myself be led forward to my son, leaning into him from the front (feeling the heat being radiated from him and his soon to be lover), and gave my son an almost shy kiss on the corner of his mouth. "Um...have fun, son," I said in a strained voice.

Chad looked ready to explode. "Thanks, Mom...for...for everything!"

Alexis gave a signal and Eve led him out of the room. I stood there for several seconds, torn between jealousy and excitement before Alexis broke me out of my trance. "Alright, Mom. Now let's get you situated."

I looked at her curiously. "Situated? What do you mean?"

Alexis's eyes went up in surprise. "You mean Charles didn't tell you?" she laughed and winked at Doctor Claire who was chuckling. "Oh, he was such a naughty fellow. You have a surprise in store for you!" She tugged at my hand. "C'mon! We'll need to hurry!"

She led me out another door and up a small set of stairs. It opened up into a large room, complete with a bed and a huge, adjustable lounger (like an immense hospital bed). Both were situated in front of a large window. I gasped as I realized we could see into another room...the room that Alexis had showed me earlier.

"Diana, dear. Part of your family tradition is that each young man's father was allowed to watch his son's first time with a woman. He could watch and if he so chose, he could enjoy things as well." 

I stared in disbelief at Alexis. "You mean I can watch Chad fuck that woman?"

Alexis nodded. "Yes!" She smiled wistfully. "I was barely nineteen when Charles's father brought him to Fulfillment for the first time. I sucked Charles's father's cock while he watched your husband lose his virginity."

"Oh my God!" I was stunned and aroused at the same time. I felt strangely dizzy and set down on the edge of the lounger. I looked up at a noise, through the window and saw my son led into the room by a laughing Eve. She showered him with kisses. I watched with mixed emotions as Eve ran her tongue over my son's lips, grinned and then pressed her tongue into his willing and open mouth. She had her hands up under Chad's shirt, caressing his strong, stocky body.

As I watched, Alexis came up and placed a hand on my shoulder. "Of course, Diana, you can choose not to watch."

"Oh no! I want to stay!" I was shocked at how quickly I refused her offer. "I mean...I..." I couldn't explain myself. How can any mother explain that she is suddenly overwhelmed with the desire to see her son fuck someone?

Alexis leaned over and kissed my cheek. "I understand, Diana. This is terribly exciting, isn't it?" Absently, I noticed her sit down beside me.

I wasn't paying attention any more. My total focus was on the scene unfolding before me in the two way mirror. My eyes widened as I watched Eve end their passionate, wet kiss...a stringer of saliva strung between hers and Chad's lips. Slowly, the dark haired beauty sank to her knees. Eve quickly undid my son's belt and pants and slowly pulled them down to pool at his feet. She pressed her face to my son's crotch, inhaling his scent through his white briefs. "Mmmm! I can feel it throbbing, Chad. It feels so hard!" she said in a lust filled voice.

She tugged down Chad's underwear, freeing his very swollen cock, which immediately jumped up against his stomach. My gasp joined that of Eve's. My son was fucking huge! I instantly recognized Chad's cock as being longer and thicker than his father's penis, which had been the biggest I'd ever experienced.

Eve moaned with desire as she eyed it. "That's a really big dick, Chad," she giggled as she reached out to stroke it.

Chad moaned happily, his body weaving, trying to maintain his balance.

Eve wrapped her hand around it and slowly stroked, rising up slightly to bring it close to her lips. In a teasing voice, she said, "I know someone who's about to blow! I think we need to take care of this, so we can get down to some really serious fucking!"

Chad cried out with delight as the dark haired woman ran her tongue up and down his long shaft before whispering, "Let Momma take care of this big dick," and taking his huge swollen head into her mouth. She barely began to suck Chad's cock when he cried out, "I'm cumming!"

Eve gulped and then choked, unprepared for the massive explosion of my son's semen. He slipped from between her lips, cock jerking and hosing her face with a thick spray of his white, creamy spunk. Another streamer of thick sperm splashed across her pretty face before she got Chad's penis back in her mouth and began swallowing his cum.

Eve laughed and smacked her lips, unashamed that thick blobs of semen were splattered across her cheeks and chin. "This big cock knows how to cum!" she giggled! Chad was barely managing to stay on his feet so powerful was his orgasm. And I was close to orgasm myself. My panties were a sodden mess, pussy cream was pouring out of me so heavily. I ached with need, not having seen, touched or been fucked by a cock since long before Charles died.

In front of me, Eve eased her mouth off Chad's cock, his ejaculations now down to a few week spurts, streamers of cum stringing out between her lips and my son's cock and then breaking and splattering on her uncovered upper breasts. "Yeah...baby," she squealed. "I love the taste of your spunk, Chad!" Eve moved back in and sucked the last dribbles of semen from his cock. 

Chad's cock, shrinking slightly was reinvigorated as he watched Eve scoop splatters of his jism off her face and enthusiastically sucked them off her fingers. His cock again stood pointing upwards, thick and monstrous. "Ah, youth," sighed Alexis beside me. Wrapping her hand around Chad's erection, Eve led him over to the bed.

With little urging, my son began tugging her sweater off of her, revealing Eve's meaty, voluptuous breasts. I gasped a little when he ran his hand over her areole and said, "It's just like Mom's!" He was right. My areoles were the puffy kind that stood out from my breasts, my button nipples then standing out from them another half inch. And I was shocked. How did he know that? Had he been sneaking peeks at me?

Eve laughed and undid her skirt, letting it swirl down to the carpet. "Well, how does the rest of me match up to your mother?" she asked coyly.

Chad was staring slack-jawed at the dark haired muff in front of him. I held my breath as we all waited for his surprise. With one hand still groping her heavy breast, my son ran his other hand up and down her thick mat of pubic hair. "I...I think Mom is hairier...there's more up to here." He ran his hand upwards above her V-shaped muff. My face burned with embarrassment and desire. The evil little...he had been spying on me! Then Chad gasped as his roaming hand suddenly found her wet slit and his middle finger slipped into her wet pussy. Eve pressed herself forward, forcing his finger deeper.

"Mmmm, that sounds sexy and nasty to me!" said Eve in a husky voice. She kissed my son and said, "Can I be your mommy for a while, Chad? Do you want to fuck Mommy? Do you, son?"

Chad moaned as the women led him closer to the bed. Eve eased herself back on the bed, spreading her legs wide for my son, revealing in her hairy muff, a glistening wet pussy!

Without hesitation, Chad moaned, "Yes!" and climbed between Eve's thighs, eagerly hunching himself against her, searching for the wet warm opening between her legs. Eve took hold of my son's hard cock, guided him into her wet pussy. His sobs of joy were matched by my sobs of excitement and jealousy as he cried out, "I love you, Mom!"

Tears ran down my face as my juices flowed down my thighs. I was incredibly aroused and in anguish as I was confronted by my own naked desires for my own son! My hands fluttered anxiously around my lap. My pussy was on fire and needed serious attention. It needed my son's attention! I cried in frustration, calling out to Chad.

"It's alright, Diana," whispered Alexis in my ear. "I understand." Suddenly she was in front of me, on her knees, a hand slipping up my skirt, long nails dragging along my thigh. "Let me help," she said softly as she pulled my skirt up, exposing my wet, sodden panties. I cried out with orgasmic delight as she pressed her palm against my aching, hungry mound.

"I...ohhhh, I can't," I gasped while thrusting my pelvis reflexively towards Alexis's hand. "I've never done...ummm...with a woman before," I sighed even as I lifted my ass up to let Alexis pull down my panties, exposing my soaked, hairy muff, spilt in the middle by my thick and aroused labia lips which had blossomed to display my pink, juicy cunt flesh.

Alexis smiled knowingly. "Does it matter, Diana? Just relax and enjoy it. If it had been Charles here, he'd be enjoying himself. Just watch your beautiful son pretend to fuck you." Alexis smiled up at me, her green eyes shiny with desire. "You can pretend its Chad doing this to you if you wish!"

The beautiful woman pressed her face into my hairy snatch, her warm breath making me gasp before her long tongue began to make me moan as she ran it over my sensitive lips before thrusting it inside my steamy pussy and doing all sort of delightful things that had me crying and squirming.

My cries joined that of Eve who was lost in rapturous delight as my son fucked her with all the youthful vigor a man of his years could provide. Chad's ass was a blur as he thrust his cock in and out of the older woman as fast and as hard as he could. As Alexis's tongue licked me towards orgasm, I watched in awe as my son fed Eve his massive log of cockmeat, now slick with her pussy cream. My son's lover had an expression somewhere between pain and pleasure, biting her lower lip with each deep thrust of Chad's cock. 

I let out a sudden scream as Alexis rolled her evil tongue over my clitoris, working it further out from its hiding place and teasing me, taking me upwards till I thought I might explode.

I plucked at the buttons on my blouse, exposing my chest and rolling a heavy tit out of my bra, so I could tease my nipple just as Chad leaned over and took Eve's nipple into his mouth. "Oh, Chad," I moaned as I hefted my breast upwards and bent my head, taking my nipple between my teeth and biting it lightly. That combined with Alexis's talented tongue and her sudden insertion of three fingers into my pussy sent me over the edge and I screamed as my orgasm swept over me.

Erotic fire swept through me, carrying me to some almost forgotten sweet place. The world retreated to jumbled images...Alexis's face smeared with my juices, Chad's cock hovering over me and then inside me, a jumble of bodies that seemed to be me, Chad, Charles, Alexis, maybe others, all writhing in some kind of carnal dance. Pleasure seemed to build inside me and then explode and then repeat again and again. I screamed with the sheer erotic delight of it all until it seemed to build again to a place I couldn't contain...becoming so much pleasure I couldn't take it!

I came to myself again, still caught up in mind blowing pleasure so powerful it bordered on pain. I opened my eyes to find myself stark naked on the lounger, legs spread wide and Alexis licking my clitoris while her hand, buried inside my cunt was gently thrusting against my womb, each soft thrust giving me an intense orgasm. My heart felt like it was about to explode and I couldn't seem to catch my breath.

"St-stop...puh, puh, please!" I sobbed. "Can't. Can't take itttt!"

Alexis raised her face, my cream dripping off her chin. Smiling, she nodded and stopped. As gently as she could, she slipped her hand out of my clutching cunt, making me scream when I finally released her with a wet plop. I screamed one last time in orgasm and collapsed. Long minutes passed. Alexis curled up beside me, now naked as I was. She softly massaged my heaving breasts and cuddled and kissed me until I could talk again.

"Oh my...I think Mommy needed that," she said teasingly before rising up and kissing me on the lips. It felt strange to taste myself on her soft lips. Strange but exciting and I like it! I also found it pleasurable to feel her warm skin pressing against my sweaty, quivering body.

"That was...incredible," I finally managed to gasp.

"You were primed and ready, Diana," replied Alexis. "I can't blame you. I got just as wet as you when I watched one of my ladies here take my son's virginity. You really find your son arousing, don't you?"

I glanced through the mirror. Sometime in the middle of my orgasm, he'd switched positions. Eve was on her knees, face screwed up in an expression of cock born ecstasy while my son fucked the mature black haired woman doggie style. Eve looked to be emerging from the throes of a major orgasm. My lookalike was making almost animal grunts in rhythm with Chad's thrusts into her wet pussy.

"Chad's beautiful," I whispered. "I can't stop thinking about his cock. How big it is...how thick he is. He's so much bigger than his father!"

Alexis's hand stroked my body, running down across my stomach and slipping into my thick pubic hair, wet with my juices. "You keep thinking about how it would feel, don't you, Diana?" purred Alexis. "You're wondering what it would feel like to have your son's cock stuffed inside you...wondering could you get that magnificent penis all the way inside you."

I nodded. "I felt the same way," continued Alexis. "Watching some other woman spread her legs, taking all of my son's cock inside her and aching to have him feed me that big hunk of cock...splitting me wide open with his cock!"

I groaned as her fingers caressed my swollen labia, still gaping open after the fisting she'd given me. "Did you? Did you and your son...?" I couldn't bring myself to finish the question. Alexis just smiled and grinned at me. She stood up and walked to a closet. She milled around in it, searching for something. She looked over her shoulder at me, amused at my distracted attitude...my trying to admire her perfect butt (I am so jealous), and watch my son fuck Eve at the same time. Her mewling was taking on a louder, shriller tone and I knew she was approaching orgasm again.

"Ah, here we go," said Alexis, emerging form the closet carrying a long, rubbery object. I groaned as my cunt tingled in sudden anticipation. It was identical to the huge two headed dildo that she had shown me earlier. Like a cat stalking its prey, Alexis walked towards me. She was lovely with medium, pert breasts, her body showing no sign that she was older than me. Between her legs, her vagina was bare, clean shaven...her labia slightly parted and wet with her own arousal. She waved the dildo at me. 

"Are you ready for some more fun, Diana?" Alexis asked me as she climbed back onto the lounger. She eased me back. "Make yourself comfortable. Make sure you can watch Chad." We both glanced over at the carnal scene in the next room. Eve had collapsed. She was laughing and crying at the same time, tears rolling down her face. Chad, his eyes wide and glazed with lust was crawling again towards Eve, his cock huge, dripping with cunt juice. 

"Your son shows uncommon control, Diana. He's not cum since Eve sucked him off, said Alexis admiringly. "Wouldn't it feel great to receive that big load of spunk when he finally explodes?"

Alexis deftly inserted one head of the rubber toy into her pussy, making little satisfied noises as she worked a few inches of the dildo into her slick cunt. On her knees, she spread my legs and climbed between them, one hand holding the other end of the dildo. She ran it up and down my spread slit, making me quiver.

"Do you think this is what Chad's cock feels like, Diana?" cooed Alexis, pressing the dildo's head against my wet opening. We both glanced over at Eve, throwing her legs over my son's shoulders, his cock about to thrust into her hungry cunt!

"I love you, Mom," cried Chad as he slammed his meat deep inside Eve. Simultaneously, Alexis pressed into me, sinking several inches of rubber dick into my steamy pussy while at the same time pressing down with her pelvis and driving the other end deeper into her own womb!

Three women screamed in carnal delight. Eve's body spasmed in almost instant orgasm induced by Chad's frantic pounding of her well fucked and sensitive cunt. Both Alexis and myself flailed about, our own bodies' out of control actions, driving the two headed dildo deeper into each of our wet twats until her bald labia were rubbing against my furry bush. Our hips thrust back and forth as we held on to each other. Alexis's eyes were full of passion and determination as we fucked each other. All I could manage was a continuous, nonverbal series of sobs and groans while Alexis taunted and teased me. "Watch him, Diana! Imagine itss his cock inside ummm yesss, you!"

She ground her shaved pussy against me, her hands squeezing and mauling my heavy breasts. "Say it, Mom! Tell your son to fuck you! Tell Chad to fuck his slut, cock-craving Mommy!" Alexis frantically thrust herself against me...sweat flying off her near perfect body. Her voice rose with her rising excitement. "TELL YOUR SON TO FUCK YOU, MOM!" 

I flung my pelvis upwards against Alexis, driving more of the rubber cock inside me and I let go of all inhibitions as I screamed, "FUCK ME, CHAD! OH GOD, PLEASE, BABY, FUCK ME FUCK MOMMY!" Alexis's laughing, lust filled face disappeared and it was my son on me...in me, filling my aching, needing pussy with his big cock. Eve's screams of orgasm were mine as my words trailed away to a hoarse drawn out cry of desire, need and pleasure. I was throwing my ass upwards, seeking more and more of my son's cock and through tears of pleasure saw his plunging in and out of Eve's cunt, her face becoming mine in the throes of orgasm.

Suddenly Chad flung himself deep into her pussy and he cried out, "I love you, MOM!" Eve's body went rigid, her blood engorged nipples on the verge of bursting and her eyes widening and I knew that Chad had reached climax. The expression of sweet pleasure and fulfillment on his face sent me over the edge into climax, even as part of me ached for my son's massive load of hot semen!

Alexis's lips were on my nipples even as she ground her hairless cunt mound against me, the rubber prick buried inside our steamy, wet pussies. Her fingers slipped down to our joined crotches, fluttering over my flowered cunt lips and doing things that sent me even higher with my orgasm. She cried out in orgasm as well and her lips left my nipples, teeth dragging over my swollen nubs and then we were kissing, Our tongues dueled and I tasted myself and my world exploded, pleasure taking on physical form...an intense brightness that enveloped me and then faded to darkness. I was falling into the darkness even as the ecstasy increased until it overwhelmed me and I blacked out, wrapped up and smothered by sexual pleasure.




Fulfillment: A Family Tradition



I woke to see Alexis's smiling face. She was wearing a silk robe, her nipples still engorged and pressing against the fabric. Her hair was sweaty and wild and she glowed as only a well fucked woman can glow. She stroked my face. "Ahhh, you're back, Diana. For a minute, I thought I killed you. Forty-five minutes, you've had a nice nap!" She sighed. "That was the best orgasm I think another woman has ever given me." Her hand dropped to my breast, slowly circling my erect nipple. "Was it good for you, too?"

I tried to speak, but a little sob came out so I nodded instead. I felt weak and excited and wonderful and astounded...and full. It took a moment for me to understand and then as my pussy muscles flexed, I realized that I still had several inches of the thick dildo inside me. I swallowed and tried again. "Thank you," I replied in a hoarse whisper. "That was...I didn't know it could be like that with a...woman."

Alexis leaned over and kissed me gently on the mouth, her tongue barely brushing my lips. "Well, I don't think it was so much me as that well hung son of yours. Seeing him fuck Eve really aroused you." She licked her lips and added, "A lot!"

I turned my head to look into the next room. Chad was flat on his back asleep. Eve was curled up against him, her head on his chest, a shapely leg draped protectively across his legs. His penis, half erect and shiny with her juices rested against her thigh. Eve was asleep, her body still shiny with sweat, her hair bed-tousled. She looked beautiful and I envied her to the point of hatred. I sighed and realized that the sight of my naked son was making my pulse begin to race again. My pussy muscles throbbed and flexed, sending an aftershock of orgasmic pleasure coursing through my body.

"Oh my god, I want to fuck my son!" I whispered, awed at my own frank confession.

Alexis kissed me again. "Yes, I know. I understand."

I took her hand and squeezed it. "Alexis, you said you watched your son lose his virginity? You said it excited you?" 

Alexis looked at me, an evil grin on her face again. "Oh yes. Doctor Claire was with me. I absolutely raped her I was so turned on watching my Louis fuck his chosen lady! She had to go fetch her favorite strap-on and she must have fucked me a dozen times before I tuckered her out."

"Then you didn't...I mean with your son... You didn't fuck him?"

Alexis blushed slightly, but her grin never wavered. "Are you kidding? I walked out of here, down to that bedroom and I fucked his brains out!"

My pussy contracted around the massive play cock in my pussy. I could feel my juices flowing again. I wiggled my butt around, seeking the delicious friction a cock provided. "You did! Do you still? Are you and your Louis lovers?"

"Oh yes," she sighed. "I still enjoy the occasional adventure here, but when I go home, I go home to my handsome son and his hard cock!"

Again a little orgasmic aftershock thrilled through me. I glanced again at my son and Eve. I so badly needed to be her...to feel my son's cum in my pussy! I wanted it now. I wanted Chad's beautiful, thick penis inside me...filling my womb, making me cum, making me a baby, making me complete!

Alexis laughed and took hold of the dildo, still slick with her cream. Slowly she began to ease it out of my pussy, saying, "I think you've had enough of this. I think it's time for the real thing. Are you ready?"

I nodded and then began to squirm and shiver as orgasmic sparks rippled through me as my clasping pussy grudgingly surrendered the thick rubber cock. I closed my eyes as the pleasure made me dizzy and it was several minutes before I could open them up again.

When I did open them, Alexis was standing before me wearing a sheer robe which did not conceal her lovely, trim body. "Recovered enough to go visit Chad?" she asked.

I climbed off the lounger on shaky legs and looked around for my dress. Alexis laughed and said, "Just come as you are. There's a direct route to their bedroom. No one will see you naked...which is a shame. You have a lovely body, Diana."

I blushed as I felt her eyes roaming admiringly over me. "Thank you. You're beautiful too!" I replied, feeling like a lovesick schoolgirl, fumbling words of admiration to a would-be lover.

Alexis gave me one last long kiss and then took my hand and led me out a door. True to her word, a short hallway that opened up into the bedroom next door. My breathing became more rapid as we approached the bed, my son and his first lover embracing and asleep. I glanced up at the huge mirror and wondered...would somebody be watching me. My mind felt giddy as I realized I was about to crawl naked into bed with my son. Was I brave enough, crazy enough to make love to my own son?

"Eve," I heard Alexis whisper. Eve opened her eyes and looked upwards. Alexis put a finger to her lips and in a scant whisper said, "You were wonderful, Eve, but Chad's mother will take over her son's education now."

Eve turned and looked at me, her eyes widening as she looked at my nakedness. She smiled at me and carefully disengaging herself from Chad, stood up. We faced each other, our bodies so similar that we could be twins. Apparently this situation was exciting her, as her nipples were swelling again.

"Oh, you are so going to love your son's cock, Diana. Chad's a wonderful lover!" Eve exclaimed.

I blushed more, convinced my skin was beet red as I stammered in reply, "Um, uh thank you! I just hope I can...um, be as great a lover to my son as you were!"

Alexis slid in and slipped an arm around Eve's waist. "Eve was magnificent, but there's nothing like a mother's love!" She kissed Eve while her other hand caressed the dark haired woman's hairy pussy. Then she crossed over to me and kissed me again. "For good luck," she said and then she held up three fingers. "And here's a little incentive, Diana. Imagine how good it will be when it's your cunt cream mixed up with Chad's spunk!" 

She pressed her fingers against my lips. I opened my mouth in surprise and tasted my son's cum and Eve's juices. It was soooo good! I moaned as Alexis slipped her fingers out and sucked as much of the delicious mix off them as I could.

Alexis waggled her wet fingers at me and whispered, "Have fun!" and walked off hand in hand with Eve, disappearing through the door we'd just came from. 

I stood there for long seconds after being left alone with my naked, sleeping son. I couldn't take my eyes off his beautiful body...so much like his father's when he'd been a young man. Muscled and stocky with a shock of my black hair above and below! Out of his thatch of black pubic hair, his cock emerged, thick and half erect and still bigger than most men erect! It made my knees weak and my pussy hot just to look at it.

I glanced once more at the large mirror and then didn't give it another thought. I eased into bed, curling up against my son's warm, firm body as Eve had done. I draped my leg over his upper legs, rubbing my hairy, wet thatch against his thigh. My breasts dragged against his skin, my nipples hard, rubbery and throbbing, aching to be taken in his mouth and sucked and bitten. Chad pressed back against me in his sleep, giving a contented sigh. 

I slowly trailed my hand across his flat stomach and down into his pubic hair. Scarcely believing I was doing so, I wrapped my fingers around his cock, now slippery with a thick coating of his own semen and Eve's pussy cream. My heart was beating so hard I thought it would explode. I was so excited and it felt so...so right to have my son's penis in my hand. It was if it were meant to be! I could barely get my fingers around his cock. Slowly, I began to stroke Chad's cock.

Chad sighed happily in his slumber. His cock began to grow in my hand, extending, becoming huge and long. My cunt muscles began to spasm...hungry for my son's thick cock. I could smell my own scent now, mixing with the fragrant smell of Chad's jism and Eve's pussy.

"I love you, Chad," I whispered. "Mommy loves you and needs you. Mommy needs your cock!" 

Chad smiled in his sleep and mumbled, "Love you, Mom."

I eased downwards...making my way to my son's crotch, unable to take my eyes off his now towering erection! I felt compelled to get closer. My nostrils flared and my senses reeled as I inhaled the scent of sex...semen and pussy cream, a scent becoming stronger and stronger as my face neared my son's hard penis. I couldn't help myself. I flicked my tongue out and licked the shaft of Chad's cock. The taste of sex just fed my lust. Chad sighed as I licked it again and again. I stretched out along side my son and took his swollen cockhead in my mouth, allowing my tongue to dance and flit over his spongy, but firm flesh. Chad's cock pulsed in my mouth. I began to suck him, barely able to contain my desire for him. I wanted to possess my son in every sense of the word.

Chad shifted and moaned softly, "Mom! Mom, I love you." I almost answered him, but couldn't yet bear to release him from my mouth. Slowly I took more of him...old talents beginning to come back to me.

I started as I felt his hand grip my ass, pulling my crotch towards him. I groaned around a mouthful of erect penis as I felt his breath on my sopping wet muff. I sobbed as I took more of him down my throat and I felt my own son's fingers ruffling through my hairy mound, sliding between my already blooming labia and slipping into my hot cunt. My body felt like it had caught fire as Chad's fingers swirled around inside my creamy pussy!

Just as my lips brushed Chad's pubic hairs and I was feeling immensely satisfied having successfully deepthroated my son's cock (oh, how Charles loved me doing that to him!), I almost choked on his flesh as I involuntarily gasped as I felt my son's tongue roll sloppily over my cunt lips and slip into my wet slit! Oh my god! My son had his tongue in his mother's pussy!

I bucked my cunt up against my son's face as I began to wetly and noisily sucked his throbbing cock. Chad had no experience in pussy eating, but he was an eager student and appeared to be listening to my muffled moaned and squeals as he sloppily lapped at my quivering, juice drenched twat, learning my magic spots

I felt an orgasm begin rise inside me and although I was enjoying his enthusiastic muff diving efforts, I wanted his cock inside me the first time my son would make me cum. I moved away, despite his protests and let his cock slip from between my lips...a string of precum stretching until it broke to splatter against my heaving breasts. I turned and gazed at my son, my hair down in my eyes. "Mommy needs her baby's cock deep inside her!" I growled in a husky voice.

Chad started to sit up, but laughed as I put my hand on his chest and pushed him back. "Oh wow...Eve...you seem so much like my Mom!"

He didn't realize Eve had been replaced with the real thing, but as I straddled him and my thicker, more unruly bush came into view and I hovered over his cock...my pussy lips trying to clasp and swallow his cock head, I think he started to realize it wasn't Eve about to fuck him. I whipped my head around, making my long hair fly away from my face. Chad's eyes widened as I lowered myself down on his thick pole. "I said, Mommy needs her son's cock and I meant it...son!" I said as my pussy enveloped his cock. Despite being stretched by Alexis's big dildo, Chad's monster dick was tight inside my cunt, stretching my flesh even more to allow him to cram his meat inside me. As wet and open as I was, I could only slowly work my way down, amazed that for all the cock I took inside, there was more to accept.

"Mom? Mommy, is this a dream?" Chad gasped as he tried to fling himself upwards, trying to bury more of himself in his mother's womb. His hands reached up and took hold of my heavy breasts, palms rubbing and teasing my erect, button nipples. "Oh Mom! I love you!"

"I love you too, Chad!" I replied, my voice rising as I worked more of his cock into me. "It's no dream, darling. Mommy's going to fuck her little boy and make him cum and cum!" My last words were a scream as my furry bush brushed his pubic hairs and I took all of my son's long, thick cock inside me...the head pressing deep against my cervix. My cunt muscles pulsed and massaged the length of his penis. I wanted him. I wanted to fuck my son and I wanted his seed. I rolled my hips, beginning the oldest dance in the world...the mating dance of a man and woman. Suddenly I knew I had to have his seed. Suddenly I wanted my son's child!

I ground my cunt against my son's crotch and leaned over to kiss him, reveling in the sensation of Chad's cock pushing deep into my womb as my heavy breasts dragged across his hairy chest. My lips found his and I sighed with contentment as our tongues danced for the first time. He wrapped me in his arms and continued to thrust upwards into my pussy while I sought to keep all of him inside my steamy wet snatch. We began to rock together as if we'd been lovers for years. We moved together so well, our bodies quickly becoming slick with sweat. I opened my eyes and found that Chad was looking at me. Our kiss ended with us both whispering, "I love you," to each other.

I felt so incredible. As wonderful a lover as Charles had been, our son was something more. All those half considered feelings of the past few weeks now blossomed into full blown love and lust for my son. His cock filled me as I have never been filled, the sweet, erotic pleasure it gave me spread through my entire body. Orgasmic fire flowed through my veins, growing in intensity with each thrust of Chad's lovely cock. 

I sat up, arching my back as I dropped my weight on my son, feeling his erection slide upwards, scraping my insides, cramming me full of young cock. I imagine I looked like the very essence of incestuous, motherly love...my mouth open in raw, orgasmic pleasure, my nipples swollen and aching, my stuffed pussy on fire and flowing a river of pussy cream that thickly coated my son's long, thick shaft. 

A massive orgasm took me by surprise, wracking my body with shock after shock of erotic delight. I sobbed, "I love you, Chad!" as he added to my orgasm by raising his hands to my heavy, hanging breasts and began massaging them and pinching and squeezing my hard button nipples.

I gasped for breath as my orgasm waned. Chad paused and I shook my head quickly. "No!" I pleaded. "Don't stop. Son! Mommy's needed this for a long time!"

Chad grinned up at me. "Don't worry, Mom. I'm going to be in you a lot from now on! I love you! This is my greatest fantasy come true!" For emphasis, my son thrust powerfully upwards as I was sliding down his cock, making me tremble with pleasure.

Our coupling became more violent now, more frantic! Our bodies slapped together with wet, smacking sounds as sweat and pussy juice mingles at our joined crotches. Chad's thrusts become more rapid and he put more into each thrust, making me tremble with little orgasms each time I accepted his cock. I leaned over and he raised his head and began sucking my breasts...the sensation of his tongue rolling over my hard, throbbing nipples making me cream even more. Without warning, my son suddenly bit my left nipple, making me scream with pain and pleasure and amazement. His father used to surprise me in the middle of lovemaking the exact same way!

Another orgasm crashed over me, sending me into a frenzy of nasty bed talk as my body convulsed with the pleasure my son was giving me. "YESSSS! OH YESSS, FUCK MEEE, CHAD! FUCK MOMMY! BURY THAT FAT COCK IN MOMMY'S PUSSY! MMMM, BITE MOMMY'S TITTIES! OH GOD, MAKE MOMMY CUMMM! MOMMY LOVES YOU! MOMMY LOVES YOUR BIG HARD DICK, SON!" I was now bouncing frantically up and down on my son's cock, swept up in orgasmic fury, seeking to get more and more of Chad inside me.

As my orgasm again receded, I became even more aware of the massive hard-on my pussy was clenched tightly around. Alexis's words, "Your son has uncommon control," came back to me. Chad had fucked his mother into two orgasms and showed no sign of reaching climax himself (although he had a beatific smile on his face as his mother massaged his cock with her cunt muscles). We smiled at each other, not speaking, our eyes alone conveying our love and devotion to each other. We savored the sensation of being joined together, cock, pussy and souls

Finally, my breath eased up and again I started to fuck my son. "Just lie back and enjoy this, son!" I said softly, my hands caressing his strong chest. Slowly, I began to ride Chad's cock, easing myself up and down his erection, working my pussy muscles to massage his massive column of cockflesh. Up and down, always slow...agonizingly slow. Sweat poured off my aroused body as I rode my son. Erotic bliss waxed and waned inside me, each time bringing me closer and closer to the brink of unprecedented pleasure. Chad began to moan and sigh as I worked his cock. As I rode my son, I heard echoes of a rock song from my youth, "Slow Ride," and I rocked my body in rhythm to that almost forgotten tune.

Sweet minutes that seemed like hours passed. Pleasure began to build again, reaching a peak and then going higher. I felt my own control begin to slip and I started to speed up. My pussy tightened around Chad's cock as I slipped down on him one last time and like a dam bursting, my orgasm detonated. I began to cum, my pussy juices bathing my son's penis in liquid heat. 

Chad gasped as well and began to buck up into my womb and my orgasm went nuclear as for the first time my son flooded my pussy with his white hot semen and I mean flooded! I can't recall ever receiving the gift of so much spunk at one time! I lost grip on the world then as everything went away except for my son's face and his passionate cries of, "I love you, Mom!" and even that faded as pure orgasmic bliss of such intensity that I'd never experienced before took me away. If there is a heaven, this must be what it's like.

I came back to myself eventually, discovering myself on my back and my son between my sprawled legs, still thrusting his cock into my cum drenched-semen soaked pussy. Finally, his cock slowly deflating, Chad slipped out of my clasping cunt and fell over to my side. We both panted words of our love to each other. As we both began to succumb to exhaustion, I noticed the lights dimming and almost felt modest enough to blush realizing that Alexis and maybe others had watched my son and I make love. 

I woke to the feeling of fingers touching me, caressing me, exploring me. My son's lips found mine and we kissed deeply like lovers always should. My hands found his cock, now impossibly hard again and I marveled at Chad's recuperative abilities. My son shifted on top of me, spreading my legs and then lifting them to his shoulders as he thrust forward, guided by my hand, into my sodden cunt. In the twilight of sleep, my son fucked me till I begged him to cum in me...to give me his seed and make me a baby! He liked the sound of that. I realized that the idea of me swollen with his child excited Chad as he again flooded my womb with another massive load of his semen as I writhed in orgasm beneath him.

Basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking, Chad talked quietly of his long secret crush on me. "I've been in love with you forever, Mom! Even before Dad died, I've known I loved you." Chad confessed that his father, my Charles knew how he felt. "Dad caught me masturbating to a picture of you in a bikini. He didn't get mad or anything." Chad squeezed my hand as he said, "Dad told me he was happy knowing I'd take care of you after he was gone!"

We both had tears in our eyes and I kissed my son's cheeks clear of his tears and replied, "I know he loved us both and is smiling down at us right now!" It boggled my mind to think that perhaps Charles had this ending in mind when he first asked me to take Chad to Fulfillment...that even as he was dying, he was making plans for my happiness. And I was happy. Now in the arms of my son, his semen trickling from my pussy, I was as happy as I'd ever been.




Fulfillment: A Family Tradition



My son and I fell asleep again only to wake up to the smell of bacon and eggs. A beautiful young woman clad only in a wispy apron was setting a tray full of food down for us. In a lyrical Irish accent, she said, "Compliments of Madam Alexis." Both Chad and I watched her walk away, both of us appreciating the tautness of her firm butt. A tingle stirred feelings deep in my loins and I wondered silently what other hungers had been awakened in me by this place and by Alexis.

We ate ravenously and then my son and I began eyeing each other, anxious to continue what we had started when our hostess stepped into the room. Alexis was once again dressed, this time in a lovely dress that clung to her shapely form. She was carrying our clothes which had been cleaned and ironed.

"Good morning my dears," she said smiling. She leaned over and kissed me, long and slow and then walked around the bed and kissed Chad in the same fashion. "Mmmm, your son is a wonderful kisser, Diana. He must have had a good teacher," she said, offering me a wink. "I hate to say it, but it's time for you to go home. Of course, I imagine things will continue on at home."

Home! Suddenly all sorts of fantasies began to explode in my head. Fantasies of all the things my son and I could and would be doing as soon as we were home! We couldn't thank Alexis enough, but she kept handing the credit back to us. "This is what this house is all about, dears. Fulfillment of what we need and desire."

We dressed with Alexis's help. Chad stood goggle-eyed as Alexis knelt and helped me with my panties, pausing to press her face into my hairy puss for a moment. He was then struck dumb when Alexis helped him with his underwear, taking a moment to lick his again hard cock and then saying, ""Ah, your mother's creamy pussy cream, such a sweet taste on such a lovely cock!"

Alexis walked us out to our waiting car. She told us that she hoped we would return soon. "Chad's membership is paid in full, Diana and you...well, you are always welcome here." She kissed me again and then whispered in my ear as she deftly palmed my breast. "You make me wet, darling and you've not even tasted my pussy yet!" I knew immediately that we would return. That there were many more bridges to adventure left to cross. 

Then we were gone, driving back across the Brooklyn Bridge. Chad and I could scarcely say a word. We just kept glancing at each other with the goofiest of grins. We were driving home to a new life and to fulfillment today and everyday for the rest of our lives.