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Hole In

By: eveinlymbo



January 1, 2011

Being that this is my first story, I guess I should explain a little about my character. You remember back in high school the girl that scared you because she smoked, wore black and was too smart for her peers? That's me. Tattoos, piercings, leather jacket, tore jeans. I was never afraid of anything. In fact, most of the things the population at large is afraid of, or calls taboo, is just that much more appealing to me. Not because I revel in deviance, but because most deviant things are more intellectual than the mainstream. If you know a younger me, we're not bad kids, just frustrated and needing society to grow into something it never will become: worth while.

So, that's me. A brief introduction.

Since this is a first story, on January first, two thousand eleven, I'm thinking I'll stick with firsts.

I was nineteen years old. I had been with this guy Jay for a little more than a year. We had gotten into a fight about something that didn't matter, as young couples tend to do, and my therapy for these situations is a woman named Lynn.

She's a piercer a the tattoo parlor I hang out at all the time. She's everything I wanted to be when I was sixteen. Had the awesome job, the reputation, the charisma... let's not forget she is totally fuckin' hot.

Five foot eight, long black hair that hangs just above her hips, white bangs, gauged ears, everything pierced that could be, the whitest complexion, tits that respected no bras limitations, the perfect hour glass figure, legs that went on forever, until forever got caught in the lases of her combat boots. She has it all. She's smart too, hence always going to her for consolation.

But back on track. This day was a little cliche. It was raining. as I sat there on the leather love seat, we shot this shit, complained about men, their egos, their inconsistencies, their penises, the usual. It got to be about six and it was dead. "Hey, babe," she smirked to me. "I have an idea about how to kill the time."

"What did you have in mind?"

"A round of 'hundred needles,'" and she smiled devilishly. For those that don't know, she was referring to a box of play piercing needles. They come one hundred to a box, hence, a 'round of hundred needles.' They are usually used for photoshoots or shows, you can Google it, I have faith in you. ;)

"lol," I'm that nerdy, I spell it out loud rather than just laugh, "Ok, get the stuff set up. I'm game."

"Ok, don't run away on me," and she strutted herself back to her room. I had never done this before. We had talked about it, but it just never came up. Oh boredom, the inventions you birth unto us.

Just a couple minutes later she returned, "ready?"

With anxious excitement I nodded, "mhmm."

Back in her room, it was all laid out. Not that there was much to lay out. Camera on tripod, needles on a sterile surface, ready to go.

"You trust me, right?" She interrogated.

"What do you mean?"

"Yes or no; do you trust me?"

"umm... yess," I drew out.

"Good," again with her devilish smile as I undressed down to my bra and thong. As I stepped over to her modified exam table she halted me mid stride, "nope, take those off too."

I must have blushed because she had never seen me naked before. Luckily, a girl is always prepared... whichh just means I always shave before leaving the house.

With a stupid look on my face I unclasped my top and slid the bottom off and climbed up to the table. It was in the upright position so I wasn't laying down. I was positioned perfectly in front of the camera. The room was cold and the sheet beneath me did nothing to save me from the twenty degree vinyl.

Lynn walked behind the table, and as I heard her moving things behind me, "put your hands together and raise them over your head," she ordered from seemingly no where. I smiled for the camera some little sexy smile and brought my hands up. I felt nylon rope lace between my wrists and she pulled it taught before tying it off to something I couldn't see. "Good girl," my would be mistress praised.

By now, the barbells in my nipples were freezing, and my nipples stood erect, begging for warmth.

A couple steps later, she was tying her hair back, gloving up, and reaching for the first needle.

"Ready baby?" she consoled. With a smile I rolled my eyes and nodded. "Good, close your eyes for a moment," and I did.

She gently started to trace lines up my left thigh, going slower as she moved up my limb. Over the soft skin of my stomach - hurting as much as it tickles. Slowly she glided up between my breasts, mapping out my collar bones, then on to my neck, where she pressed just a little harder and moved a little slower. Up near my ear, then forward over my face, just staying above the cheek the whole time. Then through the end of my eye brow, in one sweet, quick, seamless motion.

I gasped and suppressed a brief moan when it went through. I felt it with my whole body.

"Hmmmm," she hummed in satisfaction.

The next one came in quicker succession. The other eye brow, the skin where the neck meet the under-jaw, the outside of each lip, through each ear lobe, one by one making waves of endorphins and pleasure torrent through my body.

My eyes were still closed. I hadn't even thought to open them.

Her fingers worked loops down my middle, and she slid one more through the bottom of my belly button. "Savour this," she whispered in my ear. Just then I realized my bodies shakes, its trembles and the thrust of my hips to no where. I was so turned on it hurt. After a few short breaths, her touch on my breasts sent a shiver through me. First it was light - just her gloved finger tips dancing from the outside of my breast until my erect nipples were so hard they wanted to bleed for attention.

Then it was all taken away. I laughed nervous laughter as I could hardly stand it much longer. Then, like the mercy of a fictional God, she groped as much of each breast in each of her hands as she could fit... I have more than a handful to say the least. Kneading and rubbing my breasts with her full attention, it drove me mad yearning for her touch and affection in other places. "There you go... I needed to put some warmth on your tits. Your nipples were too hard to make this work." I felt myself stop and almost open my eyes, but I restrained myself immediately... this was more fun in the dark.

My right nipple was being pinched and rolled between her fingers, then stillness. I waited for it, inhaling deeply, hold it, then exhaling slowly as she started a vertical penetration behind my horizontal barbell. She did it slow, or at least slow enough that it felt like eternity. I didn't inhale again until the needle came through the other side. I was panting and high on this moment.

Then there was the familiar pinching of my left nipple, which was now so sensitive it was like electricity to touch me. Motionless, then the cold fourteen gauge rod began its way through my pink flesh. I was so turned on at this point, I could smell it. I must have been wet, really wet. I didn't know if I should be proud or embarrassed, but I didn't care about those emotions right then, just feeling.

Ten needles down, ninety to go.

Next would be the left arm. She started toward the elbow, following down my tricep, piercing the most sensitive part of the skin as she could. God, it hurt so good. Then the right arm. Ten in each arm, stopping just about the breasts. Then under each breast she wove fifteen more needles, following their curve and shape, going down my sides. Forty more.

I heard her pull over a chair and sit in front of me. With a firm hand on each knee, she thrusted them apart. Massaging and worshiping my thighs, working her way closer from the knee with every rub and caress. She knew how wet I was. She could see the effect of the cold air on my glossy lips, the swelling of my clit - it was all there, for her.

On each thigh she started half way up. One needle on the left, one needle on the right, alternating sides. Each jolt of pain, each piece of steel was a step toward the pleasure I had wanted so badly. When the needles were as close as they could get to my pussy lips, it stopped.

I couldn't take it anymore, I needed her touch, I needed her. "Babe, open your eyes," in an angels voice, "I want you to watch."

Delirious and breath taken I opened my eyes to see the tapers and needles that adorned my body. It was a sight to see. There she stood in front of me with the excited, anxious smile I had at the beginning of this. "Good, now that I have your attention..."

She took her gloves off and tossed them in the waste. She turned her back to me and pulled her t-shirt off over her head with both arms, discarding it to the floor as her long hair collapsed on her back. She unsnapped her bra from the front, and as she opened it, I could see the outline of her perfect tits from behind. She undid her belt and dropped her cammo skirt around her boots. All that was left was a little thong, whichh she showed off by grabbing the counter and arching her back before she slipped that off too.

Her turning around to me was a sight to behold. Her pierced nipples, her pierced hood, the perfectly maintained landing strip, the way she was playing with her tongues bar bell with that gleam in her eye that just promised sex.

Back in her chair, she leaned in and smelt how wet I was for her. From between my thighs she looked up with satisfaction on her face. She pulled in closer. Close enough for her to extend her breast to my soaking pussy.

The warmth of her nipple was insane. She teased my lips, tapped my clit and gradually started working a littler harder. With her breast in bother her hands, she maneuvered it so force her piercing inside me - I promise you, an easy feat. She would use her barbell to rub my clit and lips, up and down my slit. Slipping in and out, and around my clit. With determination she moved and I moved against her, loving every second of her breast on my pussy. Feeling her hard nipple and steel move between my lips, and hit my clit just right, I couldn't hold on anymore. Not that I was trying. Moaning and struggling for air, tied down and pierced up, I came all over her breast. 

She kept it moving, helping me back down from my experience, but still keeping me excited.

"What a good girl," came to my ears. Looking down at her, she held the same breast to her mouth and started to lick it clean. "God, you taste amazing," and I smiled like the dumb-struck girl that I was.

She leaned in and started kissing my swollen lips, just barely placing her mouth on my clit... it was so hot I could have been fire. Her tongue explored me with eager movements, finding its way inside me, licking in long, slow strokes keeping her barbell pressed against me. All very slow, but building up speed.

She put two fingers inside me, pressing in all the right ways as I let out a moan. For a moment she left her hand stationary, allowing me to fuck her fingers with my grinding hips, her licking slow and dedicated all the while. She let me build up speed and she met my speed every time. Licking a little harder, clinching her fingers as they ride my g spot. My breathing got heavier, my moans deeper, feeling her inside me, feeling her tongue on me, feeling the hundred needles in my skin, the endorphins, all of it, rushing to one point of excitement between my thighs - 'inhale deep, and exhale,' I remembered her voice from some memory, and as I did, I came again, all over her mouth and hand.

She stayed with me, kissing me, bringing me back to reality one second at a time, one kiss on my clit at a time.

I opened my eyes again... nothing felt better than that.

She stood up and put her other fingers in her pussy. She was wet too. She put her taste in my mouth and I loved it. "You'll have your turn later," she promised with real satisfaction on her face. She put her clothes back on, gloved up, pulled the needles out and untied me. With a kiss on the lips she left the room, leaving me to reclaim myself.

That was the first time I was with a girl, but definitely not the last. 

Eve

Hole in One



It was raining sideways. Our golf cart bounced down the path as we searched for shelter. Traci, an 18 year old with a terrific body, was completely drenched. We had just met. I had been matched with Traci and her parents after showing up by myself to play golf. Somehow we had separated from the golf cart her parents were driving. We pulled under the overhang of a utility shack. Traci gave me an evil grin.

“You know what I love? To get naked and dance in the rain.” 

Traci pulled off her blouse and bra. Two perfectly shaped melons bounced free. Next went her shorts and panties. She jumped out of the cart and twirled around with her arms outstretched and her head facing up. I gawked at her rounded ass cheeks, flat stomach and the neatly trimmed mound puffing out from between her legs. When she returned dripping wet her eyes locked on the bulge in my shorts.

“Oh my, what do we have here? I think you were peeking.”

Traci quickly freed my cock. Before I could react, her mouth enveloped me. She teased the swollen tip with her lips and tongue before taking me all the way down her throat. Her head bobbed up and down while her throat gripped me each time each time my cock buried itself. Her hard nipples pressed against my thigh. Cum was churning in my balls. 

“Oh god, Traci,” I warned, “I’m gonna cum.”

She moaned an affirmative and nodded with my cock still planted between her lips. My cock swelled. An explosion of thick cream splashed off the roof of her mouth. Traci crammed my cock down her throat and pressed her lips against my pubes. She milked me dry as I continued to pump hot cum into her body. She held me deep in her throat swallowing and massaging me until I was completely drained. 

Traci raised her head and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She smiled at me with her big brown eyes and smacked her lips.

“Mmmmmm… yummy. Hey, lets go fuck in the rain. Come on.”

Traci ran to a nearby putting green. I stripped off all my clothes and followed. She threw her arms around my neck and shoved her tongue in my mouth. Her wet skin and soft breasts slid against me. Rain poured down on us as we stood there kissing and groping. My sagging manhood quickly expanded back to full length.

“Get on your back so I can ride your cock.”

Facing me, Traci straddled my hips and slowly lowered her cunt onto my engorged manhood. Her swollen pussy split open as my stiff meat pushed into her body. She steadily impaled herself until I was deep in her belly. 

Traci leaned back on her arms and slowly fucked me. Her hard clit poked out just above the stretched lips of her pussy. Her pear shaped tits glistened in the pouring rain as I watched the length of my cock move in and out of her cunt.

Traci moved a hand between her legs and rubbed her clit until she squealed with an orgasm. She turned around with her ass facing me and guided my cock back into her dripping pussy. I watched her creamy cheeks lift up and down as my cock stabbed into her split peach hanging between them. 

“Put a finger in my ass… aaaaahhhhhh… yeeeesssss… ooooohhhh… another one… uuunnnggghhhh…”

Traci ground against my hard meat deep in her belly while I pumped two fingers into her tight asshole. She screamed with another powerful orgasm. She crawled forward on her knees and looked back at me, her eyes locked on mine as water streamed down her face.

“I just love getting fucked in the ass.”

She tilted her creamy cheeks in the air. I stared down at the tight nub of her dark tunnel and guided the tip of my cock to her sphincter. She looked over her shoulder at me and smiled while pushing back against me until I was inside her asshole. I pushed while Traci slowly rotated against my cock until it was buried deep in her bowels. I pulled out and pushed back in several times until I was sure she was comfortable. Then I reached around and grabbed her tits as I fucked her dark chamber.

“Come on baby… fuck my ass… that’s it, slam that big cock up my asshole… ooooohhhhh… fuck yes… cum for me baby… cum in my ass…”

I felt her shove two fingers up her cunt and rub her clit. I pinched her nipples hard as she recklessly pushed back onto my pounding cock. She came hard and screamed so loud that anyone nearby could certainly hear. 

I couldn’t hold back. My cock swelled inside her tight passage just before it exploded, pumping hot cum up her asshole. I thrust up into her and continued pumping stream after stream of cum into her bowels until I was completely drained. I collapsed onto her back while my cock slowly deflated inside her. The rain had stopped.

We ran back to the cart and pulled our on wet clothes just as we saw her parents coming towards us from the other side of the fairway.

“Well you two look like you weathered the storm.”

“We’re fine,” Traci replied, “Although I'm still dripping from the storm.”



Hole In One



“Birdie! Do you know what that means? Not only was I one under par, but I also won the game. Time to pay up, little man!”

Robbie had always been the better golfer. People sometimes say golf is a “man’s” sport, but this definitely did not apply when it came to Robbie and Greg. For the past couple years, Robbie and Greg played a bimonthly game of golf. It was just eighteen holes of friendly competition, and this time was no different. The stakes were generally lunch…that is, until Robbie had another idea.

It was about 3 PM on a Saturday afternoon. Robbie and Greg took their usual table below the Hollywood Blvd. sign at the Chili’s on McSweyn. As on most Saturday afternoons, the restaurant had only a few people in it. The lunch rush had subsided and the dinner rush was not quite ready to start. This was perfect for Greg and Robbie; they always enjoyed their quiet, post-game chats.

“Ya know, I almost had you, Robbie. I was only two strokes shy. Next time is going to be different – mark my words!”

“Oh really? I think this is the 5th time you’ve said that in as many months. We’ll see.”

“We will!” The last Greg said with a sort of childish arrogance. Greg didn’t really think he was going to win; he was simply a sucker for competitive sport.

Lunch continued with the same old banter as usual. Robbie asked about Greg’s sister in Alaska and about his job. Greg inquired about Robbie’s dating life. It was more out of jealousy than genuine concern or interest. Greg had always found Robbie attractive. It was that attraction that sparked their friendship to begin with. Robbie’s shoulder length auburn hair had a wave at the bottom that let it tuck under her cheekbones. Her chipmunk like features seemed mousy to some, but incredibly sensual to him. Of course, the 36 C’s she was hiding below that beautiful face was nothing to be ashamed of either. Robbie was definitely hot. 

As soon as it began, Robbie’s victory lunch ended. They parted their ways with the promise that the following Friday night they would meet for drinks at a local bar. 

The week passed slowly for Greg as he anticipated his evening with Robbie. When the night finally came, he was greeted to his delight by a tight pair of black pants and blue mid-drift shit wrapped around a gorgeous brunette. 

“My you look stunning tonight!”

“You’re not lookin’ to shabby yourself, Greg. I like the new shirt – silk?”

“Yep!”, Greg replied. 

The two drank the night away and even danced a bit. As Robbie drank more, he noticed her dance moves getting more risqué. A friendly distance between the two shrank to the point where Greg felt Robbie was almost freaking with him. The vulnerable appearance of her droopy eyes and small outfit gave Greg a massive hard on. Thankfully, Robbie did not seem to mind or notice. It was about 2AM when the two decided to leave the bar. Greg had to be up to meet some friends in the morning; otherwise he would never have left Robbie’s presence. 

“Ya know, I was thinkin’…” Robbie slurred “Maybe we should up the ante for next weeks match”. 

“What do you mean?” asked Greg.

“We always do lunch. Lunch is fun, don’t get me wrong…but I think you need a little more to lose than just a few dollars to force you to get your game better.”

Greg was not quite sure what Robbie was insinuating, but in her current state, it sounded like it was going to be good.

“Whoever loses the next match has to give the other person a strip tease. Whatya think of those stakes, buddy?”

All Greg could do was blink a bit. Was he hearing properly, or was his hearing distorted from all the alcohol? He figured he’d go for the long shot and assume that he heard correctly.

“Strip tease sounds fine. I’ll see you on the green at 8 next Saturday?”

“Yupper!”

Robbie wobbled a bit as she attempted to shake Greg’s hand. The both parted ways and went home for a good night’s rest. Unfortunately for Greg, his night’s rest didn’t come until he had first.

It was Saturday morning and the birds were chirping. Greg and Robbie gave each other a friendly hug as they met near the first hole. For most of the game, it went pretty much as usual – Greg was close, but Robbie was still doing better. 

As they finished up the 11th hole, Robbie commented, “I hope you wore some cute undies, Mister,” and winked. 

To Robbie’s dismay, the 18th hole ended with Greg ahead. Robbie pouted a bit about losing, but it was all in jest.

“So, I’ll meet you at ‘Friday’s in a few, right?” Robbie said quickly as she dashed for her car. 

“Oh, no no no. You said strip tease, so I want what’s coming to me. My place, 30 minutes?”

Robbie blushed, “I didn’t exactly expect to lose, Greg…”

“Fair is fair and a deal is a deal. It’s time for you to pay up!”

Greg felt like the luckiest man in the world. Robbie’s bluff had come back to bite her, and he was about to have one of the most gorgeous asses in the world bare in front of him. He was about ready to start masturbating in the car, but he knew better. 


Robbie had showed up at Greg’s door about 20 minutes late and her breath had the hint of beer on it. When Greg commented, Robbie’s only reply was that she had to loosen up a bit for her performance. She was a bit giddier that she had been when they left the course, and her clothes had changed. Robbie had donned a tight, black mid-drift with a slinky black miniskirt. She looked sexier than ever and the bulge in Greg’s pants grew in appreciation. Greg moved to sit down in his favorite chair and placed his hands in his lap. 

“Before you start, Robbie, I just want to let you know you don’t have to do this if you don’t feel comfortable.”

“A deal is a deal – I’m just going to have to live with it.” 

Robbie then put on the sexiest grin she could and sauntered over to Greg’s chair. She slowly slid her arms around his neck and slid herself forward. For a moment, she let her hot breath tickle the side of Greg’s neck before pulling her arms away and sliding her bare-topped breasts into Greg’s face. Greg blew a kiss in appreciation after Robbie had pulled away. She then slowly turned away and danced a bit to an imaginary tune, letting her hips gyrate and her rear swing sensually in front of Greg. Greg took the moment he had without Robbie’s eyes on him to stroke himself over his jeans for a little relief.  Robbie’s head turned and she looked over at Greg and gave him another smile. Grabbing the bottom of her shirt, she slowly lifted her arms and peeled it off revealing her bare back. Robbie tossed the shirt over her shoulder and crossed her arms over her breasts. 

“You tease!” was Greg’s response to seeing Robbie’s barely covered body revealed in front of him. Robbie gave a pout look and uncrossed her arms to reveal her dark aureoles. Shortly after, she gracefully peeled down her skirt, leaving her in a sheer, black thong. With a sexual gate, Robbie moved back to Greg’s chair and this time sat on his lap. She could feel his hard member through the fabric of their garments and found herself getting even more aroused than she was.  

Robbie rocked her hips back and forth slowly, pressing herself firmly against Greg’s covered cock. “Feels like someone is enjoying themselves…”

Greg’s eyes had closed and his head had tilted back at Robbie’s movements. Between their dry sex and the alcohol, Robbie was fit to burst with frustration. 

“How about we let the big guy free, eh?” Robbie slid herself down Greg’s front until her face was between his legs and her hands had a grip on his fly. She unbuttoned and zipped Greg’s jeans and tore them away, taking his boxers with them. Once free, Greg’s cock sprung to life. It was not anything huge by any means, but it still maintained a modest 6 ½” staff. Greg almost came instantly watching Robbie lick her lips and then take his member in her hand. She stroked it slowly up and down, as if milking it. Her eyes were transfixed on the meat in front of her. 

She glanced up at Greg to ask, “Enjoying yourself?”

“Mmm…yes…please, don’t stop.” Greg moaned.

“As you wish…” the last part was slightly muffled as Robbie’s lips wrapped themselves around Greg’s firm penis. After a few cycles on his member, Robbie let her lips and tongue dance on his head, teasing him to the point of madness. She smirked to herself as she watched Greg’s face contort with a mixture of pleasure and frustration. She made the decision of releasing him from his misery and worked herself into a frenzy of sucking and stroking as she molested his cock. Greg’s breathing became heavier and his moans more urgent as he neared climax. A large grunt was the only warning Robbie had before a stream of warm semen sprayed down the back of her throat. Robbie let Greg finish before sliding her lips off of his now decaying erection. 

“Was the prize worth the win?”

Greg puffed a reply of “Yes…yes…”

Robbie looked up into Greg’s eyes and replied “I’m glad. There’s only one problem…”

“What’s that?”

Greg knew the answer. A question like that only leads to one answer.

“I’m going to be stuck with the taste of your jizz the rest of the day.” She said with a frown. It wasn’t the answer Greg was expecting, but he shrugged in response. Robbie shrugged herself and stood up and wandered to the bathroom. 

For the next few minutes Greg simply sat in the chair quietly, reflecting on the past few moments. He had always fantasized about a sexual experience with Robbie, and now his fantasy had come true. The part that was different from his fantasy was that Robbie didn’t seem to care. She had bounced off to the bathroom like it was any other afternoon. This left an unsettling feeling inside of Greg. It appeared on the outside that this bet truly was only that – a bet. No emotion, no great sexual passion, nothing. Just a bet. A mixture of hurt and anger built up in him. Greg’s boiling point was reached after a few moments and he stormed off to the bathroom – he wanted answers.



Hole in One



Martine Duncan has been our friend for many years, and talks with my wife at least a few times a week. So far as I know they share everything. Martine is a very attractive Blonde who is smart, has a warm disposition, and is fun to be with. She also is hospitable and very kind. Her husband Melvin runs a very successful medical supply house. He on the other hand is aggressive, and is motivated by three factors. His business, investments, and Golf. He is verbally abusive to Martine, and from what my wife had told me may have been physically abusive too. Under other circumstances and had there not been such a close relationship between Martine and my wife I am sure that I would have been very much attracted to Martine. Perhaps I even may have had ideas about trying to establish a relationship with her. This was because she had always been extremely warm to me personally, and more than I would have expected from our social contact alone. But nothing progressed further than idle and pleasurable speculation on my part. 

Not long ago there was a conference in Palm Springs which I was planning to attend. When Martine heard from my wife that we were going to be there she insisted that we stay with them at their home. In the past we had successfully avoided their repeated invitations because of our dislike of Melvin, but this time we had no excuse to refuse the invitation. 

We drove down on a Friday afternoon to their home. This was in one of the many country clubs that had its own championship Golf and Tennis facilities. In the morning I went off to my meeting, my wife and Martine went off shopping, and Melvin played Golf. That evening we went out to a local restaurant for dinner. Melvin insisted on bringing wines on which he had conspicuously left the price tag. After a couple of cocktails and several glasses of wine he was feeling no pain. He was quite upset when the parking valet suggested that someone else drive home, and became furious when his wife took the wheel. On arrival back at the house we could hear a loud altercation between Martine and Melvin, but we soon fell asleep. 

The next morning I decided to do nothing. Melvin went off to play Golf, and my wife went to meet a friend who lived in a close by community. When I finally got up I found Martine sitting at the kitchen table dressed in a Terrycloth robe. In spite of not having on any make up she still looked very attractive, but obviously had been crying. I asked her what was wrong, and if there was anything that I could do. She thanked me, and answered that there was nothing that I could do. Then she started to cry silently again. I leaned over towards her, and took her hand in mine. At that moment I couldn't help noticing that her robe had opened. A very shapely and attractive breast was revealed to my eyes. 

To my embarrassment I rapidly developed a pronounced erection. Martine now began to cry openly so I moved my chair next to hers and put my arm about her comfort her. Whereupon she buried her face onto my shoulder, and so we sat for a few minutes. I asked her again what distressed her so much, and finally and reluctantly she told me what had happened last night on our return from dinner. 

As I indicated, after dinner the previous evening Melvin was not only intoxicated, but verbally abusive, My wife and I had heard some of the latter. After we all went to bed Melvin wanted to have sex with Martine. When she demurred he became more abusive and tried to force her. However he was so intoxicated that he soon fell asleep, only to awake this morning having forgotten the entire episode. There really was nothing that I could say except to sympathize with her, and I chastely kissed her cheek to demonstrate my sympathy. 

"If only you had been with me last night, it would have been different." said Martine. "Don't you know how much I feel for you?" I was astounded, delighted, and somewhat frightened at the same time. I told her that I too was attracted to her, but about my concern over her intimate friendship with my wife. She in turn indicated to me that I had apparently ignored every signal about her own interest in me that she gave over the years of our friendship. "But now you know" she said, and at this point she took my hand and placed it inside her robe over her breast. 

Melvin would be finished with his game in about 2 hours, after which we were all supposed to meet for lunch. My wife was due back about then too. I suppose the prudent thing for me to do would have been to disengage myself from any further entanglement, but Martine was a very attractive woman, and we apparently both were in heat. 

I caressed her smooth, full breast and found that her nipple was already erect. Within moments we were kissing and wildly probing each other's mouths with our tongues. My Hard on became even more pronounced, and when I stood up it pushed out the front of my robe like an erect tent pole. I gently slid Martine's robe off her shoulders and she stood there in all her glory, clothed only in lacy red panties. In an instant my own robe and T shirt were off. I kissed her neck, shoulders, gorgeous firm breasts, and worked my way down to her Umbilicus. She didn't resist or move except to thrust her abdomen forward in response to the touch of my lips and tongue. She eased off her panties which revealed that she was a natural Blonde. The curls of her Pubic hair formed a perfect V that surrounded a prominent mound. She spread her legs for me, and pushed her pelvis up so that I could reach her vaginal lips with my tongue. 

Her Vagina had a feral odor, and her Vaginal juices which already had begun to flow had a mixed salty and sweet taste. I parted her Vaginal lips with my fingers and extended my tongue up and inward. As I probed and licked she began to squirm and to moan. With my other hand I caressed her smooth firm buttocks, and reached between and behind in the cleft to her Anus which I very gently fingered. At the same time my tongue found, played with her very prominent Clitoris. She grasped my head and pushed it against her mound, and for a moment I had trouble breathing. She was getting very excited and close. She finally gasped "I'm coming, Oh I'm coming." Her whole body shook for what seemed to be several minutes, until finally she sank to her knees next to me. Her eyes filled with teared, this time of joy. She held me, hugged me, and kissed me over and over again. 

After a while she took my hand and led me to their bed room. I noticed that one wall was closeted, over which there were full length mirrors, and above the bed itself mounted on the ceiling there was another mirror. Martine told me that Melvin especially enjoyed watching himself during intercourse. She also suspected that he sometimes brought other women to their desert home when he made "business" trips alone. 

This time however she told me that she was going to enjoy the images of our love making. She showed me bedroom drawers belonging to Melvin that contained a mask, chains, leather clothes, and a collection of porno magazines that belonged to him. Melvin was in to S/M, and Martine would not go along with his games. She did have a collection of very sexy lingerie, including garters and stockings. These she willingly modeled for me, and we finally selected a lacy red garter belt with red, fully fashioned stockings that perfectly showed off her long and sexy legs. 

We lay on the bed and played with one another for a while. We kissed, licked, touched, embraced and held one lovingly for several minutes. Martine gently held my penis in her hand as she began to lick and to nibble at my scrotum, while she stroked the shaft above her mouth. When I warned her that I was about to come she pinched the base of my Penis until the urge subsided. Then we began all over again. This time she took the head of my Penis into her mouth and gently sucked it using used her tongue to caress its crown. This went on for several cycles until she finally had most of my Penis in her mouth. Again I warned her of my closeness to coming, and again she relieved my tension. 

I was about to get up to position myself to enter her from above when she pushed me back on the bed. She turned around on her knees facing me and slowly lowered herself on my Penis. She allowed its tip to rest against the entrance to her Vagina and positioned herself so that the tip stimulated her Clitoris. Of course this was a sweet torture for me, specially since I could see every movement that we made reflected in the mirrors to the side and above. While she did this she encouraged me to reach for her breasts whose nipples I nibbled and sucked. She loved that. Finally I could postpone no more and I pulled her down towards me. I entered her as completely as I could. I felt the warm, slippery clinging lips of her Vagina conforming to my Penis as a glove moulds to a hand. In and Out, Up and Down, Left and Right we both moved in harmony. Time seemed to remain still. It seemed that we were in orbit joined together somewhere outside this planet racing to the stars. Finally we arrived at, and entered the gates of heaven together. We both came together with loud cries of pleasure. I never realized how much I came until I saw that much of my discharge had leaked out around my Penis. The latter remained hard and in place for several minutes. Every breath we took or the slightest movement we made produced continuous waves of pleasure for both of us. We remained locked in each others arms. 

Time was getting short and Melvin might come in at any moment. We reluctantly broke apart to shower and dress. Of course we decided that we would see each other in town as soon as possible, and made plans to be together. 

An hour later Melvin came in jubilant. He had had a great round of Golf, and he had Birdied. I smiled inwardly because I had Aced.



Hole In One



All events started around the previous holiday and everything had gone quickly. Tore picked me for a management course and already in the middle of October I got a separate group of technicians and engineers.

Helena and I lived together now. We fucked like never before both orally, vaginally, anally and everything seemed possible with Helena.

Tore seemed to have it better than ever with his wife Catherine and he continued to occasionally send a movie to me even when I did not ask for one. Tore had got his wife to drop her limits by pushing her slowly and systematically. Sometimes I called on Tore's command to threaten her and Catherine seemed to like of the kinky fact that someone else could see her on film.

Halfway into November when I and Tore had a meeting we socialized very often as colleagues. This helped us in our profession in many ways.

"Next week I and my wife will go to Malaga to work on the golf handicap." Tore said in the middle of the meeting.

"Malaga?" I said questioningly.

"Yes and it is located at the south of Spain. The weather on this time of year is perfect. It's not too hot but you can take a dip in the pool without freezing and the golf courses are the best. The city is really beautiful because it was Arabic for centuries and it's visible on the houses." Tore said.

"Is Catherine coming along?" I asked.

"We are both playing and have been there before. This time it was her idea and I take advantage of it." Tore continued.

"Oh!" I said and raised my eyebrows.

"Well, I was going to tell you earlier and she suggested that we could stay a week there. A golf trip is always good relaxation. When she suggested that I said that we probably could not afford it." Tore continued.

I knew that Tore had lied to Catherine about the money and had secretly put a small amount every month on another account.

"Ok continue." I said.

"She came with the suggestion that I might be able to negotiate with the persons whom got the movies that they could pay for the trip on their terms."

Tore looked happy and said:

"Believe it or not but she even wanted to be abused! I waited a day before I said OK and told her that we would be informed about the details when we checked in at the hotel"

"But I can't remember that I got this question." I said.

"I arranged it on my own." Tore said delighted.

"What's going to happen?" I said curiously.

"You'll see." Tore said and refused to tell me more.

It was a Sunday, 10 days later, and someone had put a padded envelope in the letterbox during the night. Tore had apparently delivered it directly when they drove home from the airport.

Helena had found it on the morning when she checked the mail. We sat on the couch watching TV and were going to play the movie while we ate breakfast. This was going to be a cozy morning.

When we made breakfast in the kitchen I told Helena about what Tore said to me before they went and this made her excited.

The film began with filming from the balcony of their hotel room. The outlook was stylish and Tore's voice explained to us what we saw. His arm and hand reached out from behind the camera to point out how close the nearest golf course was.

He swept around 180 degrees and filmed the balcony where Catherine sat with a wine glass.

Catherine waved and flirted at the camera before she pulled up her skirt from the knees to show the clean shaved pussy.

"In Spain this year's fashion is panty less. Believe it or not." Tore said.

Then they went out on a golf course. Tore and Katarina played golf while they talked about the holes. They had no caddy and drove around with a golf cart. Sometimes Catherine's skirt slid up so her ass and pussy were exposed.

They had a lot of fun together.

The film continued inside their hotel room and the camera was set on a tripod. Tore practiced putts with a golf club and golf balls had been placed in a pile.

Catherine sat on the floor a few feet away wearing only a sexy white lace dress. She was tanned and there were no marks after any bikini. She parted her legs and the oiled pussy was the target of Tore's putts.

He putted and commented his progress. Sometimes they went straight on but most of them missed. When the ball stopped about half a meter from Catherine's pussy, he shot the ball hard against her thigh. She screamed and moaned when the ball hit her.

"God damn it! If he hits her right into the pussy she will faint!" Helena commented.

Maybe Catherine was lucky or Tore was skillful with the club, because no ball hit her where it could really hurt but the inner thigh became red in several places.

The film made a cut and showed Catherine's lower body in close-up. She lay down on the floor and Tore's hand massaged her pussy. There was oil on her pussy but she was probably naturally wet because Tore's fingers brought strings of hornyness when they were taken out of her.

His hand disappeared out of the picture but returned quickly and now he held a golf ball in his hand, he rubbed it against her labia and clitoris. It became creamy wet and Catherine's groan was heard.

"I have played 18 holes today but did not get a hole in one. Now I will get one." Tore said.

Tore separated her labia with one hand to open her pussy. Then he put the ball against the pussy and pushed it inside. The ball disappeared relatively easily into her and Catherine's moans confirmed that it went into her. The cunt looked normal and the ball was gone.

Tore took a ball and stroked it against her sex and smeared it with pussy juice. Then he turned to the camera and pointed it at Catherine's face.

He placed the ball over her mouth.

"Open your mouth." He commanded.

Catherine opened her mouth but the ball was too big.

"More!" Tore said.

The ball passed her teeth and was like a cork in her mouth.

Muffled sounds were heard and she was breathing loudly through her nose.

"It went well." Tore said and it amused him to see Catherine with her mouth full. Catherine tried to find a convenient way to have the ball in her mouth.

The camera was turned back to her sex and another ball was stroked against her pussy. Tore lifted her leg and the anus was exposed. He pressed the ball against her anal. Very muffled screams were heard. One of her hands came into the picture and took the ball from Tore's hand.

"Mmbmmbllmbl" Catherine mumbled.

"What? You can't? Don't you think it is possible if press it down firmly?" Tore translated.

"Mmbmmbllmbl." She responded.

"Ok then. Let's do it this way." Tore said and seconds later he pushed up a second golf ball into her pussy. She now had two golf balls inside her pussy and both of them seemed to get enough space.

Tore had more things planned. He grasped his golf club and put the handle against Katarina's anus. He slowly inserted it by twisting and pushing.

Catherine's ass was probably already heated and oiled; otherwise it would have been more painful and difficult to insert the dry shaft. When it was pulled out it was shiny and smeared.

Tore sat down and parted her labia with one hand. Now he could easily lick her clit and the area around it while he fucked her ass with the golf club.

They were on the floor for a long time and there was no doubt that Catherine liked it despite her muffled sounds.

Helena and I started to caress each other's bodies on sensitive places.

Suddenly Catherine's body shook and a hand was laid on Tore's head. She pushed him against her pussy. The club shaft was pushed firmly inside her and she bended up like a bridge when the orgasm came. One of the golf balls flew out of her when the pussy muscles pulled together.

Tore licked her for a while before he stopped. The camera zoomed out and showed all of Catherine's naked body.

The film made a cut and Tore sat on bed with his back against the head board and Catherine stood on all four between his legs. The golf ball in her mouth was taken out and she massaged her jaws that have been stretched for a long time. She began to suck him and firmly leaned forward between his legs with her ass up.

Tore had grabbed his putter and swung it in the air above Catherine's back. We were worried that he was going to strike her with it and witness a murder.

After a couple of swings he put the club against her ass crack and stroked the cold metal back and forth. He turned the club and hooked her pussy with it. The club stroked back and forth between her buttocks and beat gently against her cunt.

He let his club slide up between her buttocks and stopped at her ass. He pressed the blocky putter into her sex.

He now changed his position in bed so he was sitting more upright on his knees and Catherine stood in front of him with his cock in her mouth. He had the club in his hand and hooked her anal with it. He put a hand on her neck and pushed the club in while the dick was shot into her mouth. He pulled up the club when his cock slid out.

He had gained momentum. Catherine was standing on all four when Tore humped his cock in and out of her mouth while the club fucked her anal.

The slobbering sound from Catherine's throat was heard when his dick fucked her mouth. She had difficulty breathing through the nose but continued giving Tore oral sex.

"She really likes to be abused because he has not forced her." Helena commented.

Her hand jerked my cock and my fingers caressed her labia when we sat on the couch.

Tore had stopped fucking her mouth and he was probably horny. He put the club on the floor and moved Catherine so she lay down in bed. He positioned himself between her legs and lifted them up. His hard cock went into her pussy. He laughed when it disappeared.

"Ha ha, I forgot." He said and took out his cock.

He inserted his fingers into her cunt and took out the last golf ball.

The rest of the movie was straightforward. Tore drove his penis in and out. After about three minute, he emptied himself inside her.

She kneeled and pushed out the cum into her hand. Catherine licked it up like she always did on their films.

Helena and I ended our foreplay when Tore suddenly came up close on the screen.

They sat on the balcony and drank wine.

"This is the last evening here in Malaga and I have saved the best to the end." He said and turned to Catherine.

"If you say so darling." She replied.

"Earlier today we were shopping and I will show you what we bought." Tore continued.

He directed the camera towards Catherine's skirt.

Catherine put down the wine glass and raised her skirt. She held her thighs together until the skirt was pulled all the way up and then she parted them.

The shaved pussy glittered and the lens zoomed in. It was a ring that went through both her labials!

"We bought ourselves a couple of intimate piercings." Tore said.

"Like you demanded when you gave us this trip." Catherine said.

The film ended with a very close view of the pierced labia when she played with the ring.

"I am jealous of Tore." I said when Helena were sitting next to me.

"I hope not!" Helena said.

Helena pretended to look offended and I had to force her to get the morning sex that we both wanted!



Hole In The Closet Wall



I have a story posted here entitled "Diana," about this redheaded gal who had an epileptic-type condition in which sex would trigger a seizure-like response. You may want to read it, as it dovetails with this story and contains a very detailed description of her and the sex we had. 

In that story, I told about my friend Tom, who had dated Diana. Well, the next girl Tom dated was Diana's roommate, Lynn, who was also a redhead. We now laughingly refer to that period of time as his "red phase." 

Lynn was the best friend of my former girlfriend Leigh, and I was friends with Lynn, as well, for several years before she and Tom were an item. I knew her fairly well, since she and Leigh hung out together all the time, and Lynn was a core part of my high school crowd. 

Lynn dated in high school but never had a steady boyfriend. She was about the most "normal" person I ever knew--friendly and nice and easy to get along with and not extreme in any way. She looked normal, too, fairly attractive, but never struck me as particularly sexy. 

I went to a different university from them my freshman year, but when I transferred my sophomore year to the college she and Tom attended, she was living in the dorm and was doing the sorority-girl thing. A Chi Omega, she was just the picture of the good college girl with perfect manners wearing her little plaid wool skirts and white hose and Mary Janes. If she got really mad, she might say, "Crap," "Darn," or "Shoot." You get the picture: straight-laced. 

I thought it incongruous that Tom, the horn-dog, was dating such a conservative girl, but he was doing the climbing-the-social-ladder thing, so I figured she was just a part of his new image, and the fact that he got occasional clandestine slutty-girl action on the side fit with the notion that they probably had a little-if-any-sex relationship. I wouldn't have been at all surprised if Lynn was still a virgin.

I can honestly say I never once had a sexual thought about Lynn. Until... 

Tom and my other good friend Hugh moved out of the dorm and decided to room together off campus, so I helped them move into their first apartment--a tomblike basement apartment so dank a book of matches would not light after you'd been down there 15 minutes. 

Before long, they were all moved in, and then Lynn arrived with some new pictures for the wall, so we nailed those up and the four of us proceeded to celebrate with beer and my brand new Toker II pharmaceutical glass water pipe. 

I loaded Tom and Hugh hits and sat the pipe back on the edge of the coffee table and was about to take my very first hit out of it when Lynn--who of course did not partake--got up off the couch to get us more beers from the kitchen. 

As she twirled around, her pleated skirt caught the pipe's mouthpiece, and knocked it to the floor. Wouldn't you know it, it fell right onto the thin strip of bare concrete floor where the carpet had curled back, and broke into 10,000 pieces. 

Without hesitation, she apologized, pulled $30 from her purse, and insisted I take it. In truth, where I had placed the pipe was an accident waiting to happen, but like I said, she was just so nice. Her pretty, genuine smile left no doubt that she would not be happy unless I took the money, so I did, thanked her, and marched right back down to the head shop and got another pipe just like the first one. 

When I got back, Lynn and Tom were nowhere in sight, so I assumed they had left, and I sat down with Hugh on the couch, where we cackled at Tammy Faye boo-hooing for dollars on the PTL show while breaking in the new pipe. 

Hugh began taking clothes out of a suitcase and putting some of them in the hall closet, and I thought I heard water running. He lingered and lingered there while I laughed at more and more make-up stream down Tammy Faye's face. Hugh shushed me, whispered, and motioned for me to come over. In the side of the hall closet was a hole in the paneling. That paneling also served as the back wall to the bathroom closet, which was open on the other side. 

And oh my God, there was Lynn buck naked stepping out of the shower with Tom! She was a total piece of ass!!! 

I'd known her since 11th grade, when I met her in Biology class, where she sat behind Patrice, the booby blonde cheerleader I and every other heterosexual male constantly drooled over. Not once had I harbored a sexy thought about Lynn, yet, now that I was seeing Lynn in a whole new light, she was every bit as foxy as Patrice. How could I have possibly missed that? 

Lynn was a true natural beauty. Though her shoulder-length dark red hair was wet, she had on no make-up, and she was in the harsh, florescent light of the bathroom, she was nevertheless absolutely gorgeous. I'd just never noticed what a lovely face she had, freckled and blemish-free with bright green eyes, and as usual, smiling. 

About a size six, she stood straight up with a beautiful curve from her perfect ass up her smooth back to her long, slender neck as Tom patted her dry. Her tits were perfect, too. C cups situated high on her lithe rib cage, they were tipped with bright pink nipples at the terminus of perfectly sloping, slightly upturned breasts. 

Tom began nibbling them, and they perked into hard points as she squeezed them together with the inside of her slim upper arms, forming exquisite cleavage. Still standing so straight and upright, now with a sultry drape to her eyes, you could see she was proud of her sexuality and not the least bit embarrassed. Never had I thought of Lynn like that! 

Besides some freckles across her upper shoulders and arms, the rest of her body was white as stone, punctuated by a few small, sexy moles. As Tom turned her around, we could better see her bottom. Absolutely no room for improvement there, either, and she had that rare kind of crotch that forms a heart-shaped gap between the upper thighs just below her pussy. 

Standing ankle to ankle, her smooth legs flowed down like milk to her feet, small, deeply arched, with delicate toes. If you had a foot fetish, Lynn was your girl. If you did not have a foot fetish, Lynn could quickly convert you! 

Hugh and I were agog, our jaws literally hanging open. We were dying to say out loud the obvious--that Lynn, the prim and proper young lady, was revealed before our very eyes to be a first-order hottie: A real-life female sexual version of Clark Kent/Superman. But we could not say a thing, as the basement apartment was so quiet but for the PTL TV show, and Lynn and Tom were only 10 feet away. 

I got to thinking about that hole. No, the hole in the WALL! More on Lynn's hole later. Its location was just perfect--too perfect. About five inches wide and 8 inches tall, it was rectangular, with the paneling still attached at the bottom, forming a flap so that it could be folded up to close the hole. When closed, the perfectly sawed edges were so flush with the rest of the paneling, and the seam so fine, that its presence was unnoticeable. 

The side-edge cuts were barely visible, and the horizontal top cut in the paneling extended to just above the lower edge of the shelf above it, so that it would hold the "door" shut when folded up. Had Hugh not bumped the bottom of the shelf with a sturdy wooden hangar heavy with his winter coat, which caused the flap to fall down, we would probably never have discovered that the voyeur hole was there. 

No, this was no accidental closet damage, far from it. I saw down lower on the side walls the old slotted wooden style brackets, the wooden clothes rod having been removed to allow clothes on the newer bar above to hang freely. The chrome brackets holding the current, higher-up metal bar matched the brackets supporting the shelf and the hardware for the folding closet door that had replaced the old side-swinging wooden door that would have annoyingly blocked the bedroom door when open. 

In other words, the closet had been redone, and all the changes had been made at the same time, including the voyeur door. Of this I was certain, for upon closer inspection, each coat of paint inside the bathroom closet had seeped onto the side edges of the peep door. Had the door been cut later, some or all coats of paint would not have been there. Further, whoever had done that painting from the other side was careful not to paint the little door shut. From the multiple coats of paint, the "improvements" had been done many years before.

Perhaps most telling was the fact that the hole was cut in the absolute ideal location for voyeuring folks in the bathroom, as you could see the shower in the corner, as well as the commode and basin on the two walls flanking it--places people would be. The only things on the other two walls were a radiator and the entry door on one, and, on the other wall, a clothes hamper and the bathroom closet, the open door through which we were voyeuring. 

If the bathroom closet door were closed, though, you of course could see nothing. I checked out this potential problem later, discovering that the latch on it would not fasten, and, the whole apartment being unlevel, gravity would simply pull the door wide open. Well, how convenient!

So, in my "elementary, my dear Dr. Watson," way of reasoning, I deduced that the owner—a small-time landlord who lived in the first floor of the house above, also rented out the upstairs, and did his own fix-up, clean-up—was the one who had crafted this "dooryeur." From above, he could easily hear the shower running, quickly come out his side door, let himself in the basement apartment with his key, and voyeur tenants through the dooryeur to his heart's content. 

The thing was, this basement apartment—being both dingy, and, as mentioned, so damp it was swelteringly humid in Summer and bone-chilling cold in Winter—was no chick pad. It was, in fact, barely habitable by the least picky guys. My bud's would have never moved in there had it not been so dirt cheap (emphasis on "dirt") and they desperate to get out of the dorm. 

I, therefore, concluded that the landlord, a never-married 50-ish man who considered himself formally dressed when he wore his nice robe instead of the grungy terrycloth one he usually donned, had crafted the dooryeur to secretly watch GUYS. 

Sure, there must have occasionally been girls in various states of undress in that bathroom, but that would have been when they were their male tenants' guests—while the dudes were most likely home. Unless everyone in the apartment were in the bathroom together at the same time for quite some time—a rare-if-ever occurrence—it would be foolishly risky for the landlord to sneak in for a peek. 

Alternatively and much more likely, he would listen and watch for a roommate to leave, wait for the sound of the shower, then secretly come in to get an eyeful of the other roommate and easily exit without ever being found out. Finally, in dramatic contrast to the otherwise run-down state of that apartment, it had a huge water heater with a nearly endless supply of hot water. There was good reason for that, as it allowed the landlord plenty of time to watch his tenants. 

So, I believed the landlord had fashioned the dooryeur to watch guys, not girls, and had been doing it for many years. Bold, but not really all that risky.

The male landlord secretly spying on naked young male tenants—a chilling thought. Yet, here Hugh and I were clandestinely voyeuring our naked male and female friends through the same little door. How different was that? I could make a decent argument either way, so it's debatable, but one thing was not: Lynn was dick-stiffeningly sexy. 

And our dicks did surely stiffen as the next events unfolded. After Tom dried her off and fondled her all over, Lynn carefully folded the towel, placed it at his feet, and knelt on it to give him a blow-job. Well, now, wasn't that thoughtful! 

The intriguing thing was that she gave head EXACTLY like my old girlfriend Leigh--Lynn's best friend--which is to say, fantastic. I would bet everything I owned that Lynn learned the art of giving great head from Leigh. I was waiting for total confirmation of Leigh's tutelage to observe if and how Lynn would swallow, but Tom pulled out before he came, picked her up, and sat her down on the sink. 

There, he kissed her from head to toe over virtually her entire body for what seemed like forever before he spread her legs and began to go down on her. She had a very thick, dark red bush that matched her head hair, and that, in combination with his face being in the way, kept us from getting a good view of her kitty. 

He hadn't even gotten started good, though, before he spit out several pubic hairs in succession. Tom got up, rummaged around in his dob-kit, grumbled something, then wrapped a towel around himself. Next thing Hugh and I know, he's striding fast towards the bathroom door. 

The bathroom door was RIGHT NEXT TO THE HALL CLOSET DOOR, and we literally jumped across the hall into the den where I fired up an empty bowl in the pipe and Hugh pretended to take a sip from an empty beer can. Had Tom not attempted to open the door before he unlocked it--buying us a couple of precious seconds--we would have surely been caught red-handed. 

"You guys happen to have some scissors? I need to do a little trim job," asked Tom, not mentioning the kind of trim job we already knew he was referring to. I fished the red-handled knife from the leather pouch on my belt. "Sure, use my Swiss Army Knife. It's got a pair of scissors, but they're real sharp, so be careful," I volunteered, opening out the sheers and passing the knife handle-first to him. 

"Thanks, man. That's right, you were a Boy Scout. Always be prepared, right?  Ooh, these are sharp; I'll definitely be extra careful," Tom said with a barely detectable smirk as he went back into the bathroom. I badly wanted to crack a joke about earning his "beaver" badge, but I bit my tongue. 

Hugh and I immediately resumed our positions, and watched Tom carefully snip Lynn's red pubes, gradually revealing more and more of her luscious pink kitty, the color and fullness of which echoed her sensuous facial lips and scrumptious nipples. 

The more he snipped, the more we could see, and she helped by using her fingers to pull taught the flesh around her pussy as he closely cropped the hairs around her clit. Their close proximity and the bright florescent lights in there enabled us to see extremely well. Just like Lynn herself, her cute little clitty looked so friendly and polite, as it and her whole pussy got ever more visible and moist. 

Tom picked up a brush beside the basin and gently combed out the snipped hairs. Hugh grabbed my arm and silently mouthed, "That's my brush." I gave him the two thumbs up sign, and we re-affixed our stares. 

Then Tom ate Lynn out expertly for the next half an hour. Since his face obscured the view, we could only catch an occasional glimpse of her gushing wet pussy, but we were not exactly bored, as the expressions on her face were priceless and her luscious boobs jiggled in plain view. He methodically worked her up to an orgasm, when she flared her nostrils, bit her bottom lip, flushed red, grasped her boobs hard, and pinched her nipples, hardly making a sound. 

Just as she was winding down from that, Tom stood up and presented Lynn his hard dick. She stroked it and his tight bundle of balls tenderly for a while with her slim fingers. She still sitting on the edge of the sink, Tom lifted her legs up into the air, pinned her ankles against the wall, and sunk his fat cock ball-deep in her wide-open pussy. 

Lynn gasped, at last making a clearly audible sound. In fact, she gasped on every stroke as she tightly clutched his buns with both hands. I'd been in group-sex situations with Tom before, and I tell you the man can FUCK. I have to gradually work up to fast fucking or I'll cum too quickly, but Tom could fuck fast, deep, and hard from the get-go, and that's exactly how he was doing Lynn. 

He fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked her, and Lynn certainly seemed to be in the outer limits of la-la land. To tell you the truth, it got a little monotonous, as her upturned right leg most of the time blocked the view of her face and tits, and Tom's motions were so repetitive. I recalled the words of my old girlfriend, Leigh, who had been to bed with him, "Tom is a fucking machine." Lynn was, however, no doubt enjoying his machinations. 

Hugh left for a moment to get us some cold beers, and I took a little break to clean some weed, load up the pipe, and brought it over to the viewing spot. Too bad we didn't have any popcorn. I mean this was first-class entertainment, and I sure couldn't complain about the price of admission!

After who knows how long, Tom finally came, he fucking her furiously fast, his ass nearly a blur. We couldn't really tell about Lynn, as she seemed to have been in one constant state of climax the whole time. 

Tom gave her a long kiss, and pulled out. Lynn just lay sprawled there in the sink, seemingly looking straight at us, and panting. She had had the shit fucked out of her, and her face and angry red, flared-out pussy lips sure showed it. We watched as gobs of cum oozed out of it while she lay there, breasts heaving, recovering. 

Hugh and I felt nearly as exhausted as she, but we did watch them clean each other up before we quietly flapped up the dooryeur, closed the hall closet door, and hastily got back on the couch. They emerged separately—remember, Lynn was such a NICE girl-- with towels wrapped tightly around them and got dressed in his bedroom. 

Hugh said he got to spy on her several more times, but never got to see them fucking again, so that first time was, by far, the best. Since I did not live there like him, and they only lived there a few months, that first time was the only time I ever saw Lynn. 

Hugh also confirmed my hypothesis about the landlord, who he said would come into the apartment after one of them left and spy on the other from the trusty dooryeur. Hugh said once, just for fun when he knew the landlord was watching, he masturbated. He was a theater major, so I'm sure it was a command performance! But, since Hugh didn't want to forego voyeuring Lynn, he did not tell Tom about the dooryeur or that the landlord was regularly spying on Tom through it, at least while they roomed there together. 

And I certainly never thought of Lynn the same. Not only was she one of the kindest, sweetest, most well-mannered girls I've ever known, but she was also incredibly good-looking and super sexy, and I'd been one of the very lucky few to have seen this hidden side of her. Disguised as a mild-mannered sorority girl, into a nearby bathroom, and SUPER SEXY CO-ED!

After they moved out, Hugh and I told Tom about our spying escapades, and, as expected, he was a good sport about it, saying that he, too, was surprised that the conservative Lynn turned out to be such an excellent lover. 

And, having been previously sucked by Lynn's best friend--my old girlfriend Leigh the blow-job queen--Tom confirmed Lynn's nearly identical technique and her probable learning from Leigh, though he did say Leigh was still the world's best. Would I have loved to be present for those classes! Better yet, get side-by-side BJs from both of them to decide for myself, then write a compare-and-contrast paper for English Composition class!!

Lynn had two younger twin sisters that looked and acted very much like her, though they were strawberry blondes. Having seen Lynn naked and in action, it changed my view of her sisters, as well. I bet they, too, are sexual dynamos behind closed doors, but, unfortunately, I never found out for sure. 

The next time I used those Swiss Army Knife scissors, I was in the mountains hiking with my girlfriend. We'd just finished fucking on a mossy rock when I opened up the scissors to cut open a bag of cashews. There, wedged between the blades, were a couple of curly dark red hairs. 




Hole In The Closet Wall



I was instantly horny again, and we immediately went for round two on the rock. My girlfriend was pleased that I was hard again so fast. I didn't bother to tell her why, as during the whole of round two with her, I was fantasizing she was Lynn.



Hole in the Wall



I was divorced for a few years when my life changed forever. My ex husband Stan had called me on the phone one night to invite me to his wedding. I accepted even though I was hurt because a part of me still loved him. We were married for 20 years. That's like a lifetime for two people to be married. I thought we would be together forever but boy was I sure wrong. 

I had finished a hard day of work when I was in the elevator going to my apartment. I got off the elevator and went to my apartment door when I noticed my neighbor trying to get his key out of his pocket. 

"Hey Zack. How have you been?" He has been my neighbor for almost a year now and I try and talk to him whenever I can. He is probably the most gorgeous man I had ever laid eyes on. I get so turned on whenever I see him let alone think about him. 

"Hi Victoria. I've been good. Had to go and visit my kids up north for a few days." He leaned up against the wall as he talked to her. 

"Well that's nice. I have to go cook dinner so I'll see you later."

"Would you like to have dinner at my place tonight? As friends of course." She smiled. Of course just as friends. That's all he saw her as. 

"Ok that sounds good. Let me take a shower and I'll come over at around eight."

"Sounds good. Do you like Chinese?"

"I love it." He opened his door before breaking the conversation.

"Alright see ya at eight." He closed the door behind him while smiling at her. I was so happy. I was going on a date with Zack. The man I have fantasized about for ever. He didn't feel the same way but hopefully I can make him feel something then friendship for me. 

Once I got into my apartment, I went upstairs to take a shower. As I was getting the shower ready I stripped down to nothing and looked at myself in the mirror. Who am I kidding? All I am is a middle aged woman. There was no way he would want me. My own husband of 20 years didn't even want me anymore.

I hate my curly blonde hair. My green eyes were probably my only good feature. I looked down and saw my breasts. At least they weren't sagging yet. There was no way Zack would want someone like me when he could have someone a lot younger. 

He was way better looking then I was. He had crystal blue eyes. Short black hair and a body to die for. He was tall and muscular. Why was he going to go for a woman like me. Oh well I thought to myself as I stepped into the shower. 

After my shower, I did my makeup and got my outfit together. Even if it wasn't a real date, I still wanted to look good. I decided on black pants and a red form fitting blouse. Even if I didn't think of myself as sexy on a normal basis, I felt like I was that night. 

I went downstairs to get a bottle of wine from my collection when I heard a noise. It sounded like it was coming from Zack's apartment. Since our apartment's were so close together, I could hear things that he did. Like if he broke glass or when his water was running. The walls were really thin. 

I went over to where I heard the noise exactly and stopped. I was right in front of a picture frame. Something told me to move it out of the way so I did. When I did I was in for the shock of my life. 

As I moved the picture frame I saw a small hole in my wall. It wasn't really big and it was the first time I had noticed it in the year I had been in this apartment. A good friend of mine had gotten the apartment for me so she probably covered up the hole with the picture and forgot to tell me about it. I was never the one to spy on people but I decided to look through the hole just to see. 

When I looked through the hole it looked like I was looking at a bedroom. I was looking at Zack's bedroom! Now I knew I was always going to think about this while I was sleeping. I felt bad about looking so I was about to stop when I saw Zack enter the room. I stood there and watched closely. The hole was too small for him to notice me I hoped. 

He had this look on his face as he sat at the edge of the bed. As he sat down he started to stroke his cock through his pants. Was he masturbating? That would be so hot if he was. I kept thinking about what his cock looked like. Was it big and thick as I thought or was it small? I didn't know but I wanted to find out. 

Zack pulled down his pants and I could see him grasp his cock in his hand. I couldn't really tell the size of it from were I was but he looked like he was a pretty blessed man. He started to stroke himself harder moving his hand up and down the shaft. He threw his head back and moaned deeply.

"My god she is so hot. I just want to fuck her brains out so bad." I heard him say as he picked up the peace. He was moaning like crazy by them and I felt the urge to touch my soaking underwear. He was moving his hand even faster until it was over and he came all over the place. His breathing had gone back to normal as he went into his bathroom and got a towel to clean up his mess. 

"God what I wouldn't do if I had a night alone with her." He said to himself. Who was he talking about I wondered to myself. After he was done cleaning up he redressed and left the bedroom. I moved the picture frame back and decided to do this again whenever I got a chance to. I felt like a voyeur but I didn't care. It was hot to see him masturbate. I loved every second of it and I knew I was going to think about it a lot when I masturbated that night. 

I looked at the clock and saw it was close to eight so I went over to Zack's. I knocked on the door and waited for him to answer. He answered the door with a huge smile and I just smiled back thinking about what I had just saw him do. 

"Come in please." He opened the door wider for me as I walked in and looked around his apartment. It was nice and tastefully decorated. He motioned for me to sit down on the couch and followed me to it. 

"I brought some wine for you."

"Oh well thank you so much. That was very nice of you." He smiled his gorgeous smile and went to go get some glasses. The doorbell rang while he was pouring the wine. 

"Could you get that it's the Chinese. The money is on the counter." I went over and got the money before answering the door. I handed the Chinese guy the money while he handed me the food. I thanked him and then closed the door. Zack helped me with the food and set it down on the counter. 

"Serve yourself please. Eat as much as you want." Once we got our food we situated ourself on the couch. 

"This is really good. Thank you for inviting me."

"Oh it's no problem at all. I get really lonely at times so I decided to see if you wanted to have dinner. So tell me something about you."

"Well I'm divorced and have two beautiful grown kids."

"I'm divorced as well after 21 years."

"20 years for me. I didn't see it coming."

"I did. We always argued never agreed on anything and our sex life lacked so much." Just talking about sex made me think of seeing him a few minutes ago. I could feel my panties getting soaked again. 

"Well my husband went through a midlife crisis and slept with his 25 year old secretary. They're getting married in a few weeks."

"Wow he is an idiot for giving up an incredibly beautiful woman like you." I could fell myself blushing and thanked him. We had finished most of the wine when he got the plates up and washed them. I felt a little dizzy and light headed since I hadn't drinken at much in a while. He noticed while he was washing.

"Are you ok Victoria?" I nodded my head.

"I'm fine. I think I drank a little too much."

"Well at least you don't have to drive anywhere tonight." I was lucky I didn't because I knew there was no way I would have made it home alive that night. "Do you need any help Zack?" 

"No I've got in under control. Thanks though." I don't know if it was the wine but I was so fucking horny. I think it was Zack though. Seeing him washing the dishes was such a turn on for me. He noticed me staring and turned off the faucet moving towards me.

"There actually was a reason why I invited you over tonight." He moved closer to me until he was face to face with me. I got fell my breath getting shallow. 

"Really what was that?" He leaned in and I could fell he breath my neck. He moved his hands to my neck and trailed down to my breasts before stopping. He leaned into my neck and kissed it gently. I couldn't breathe. My fantasy was hopefully coming true. He stopped kissing my neck and looked directly into my eyes. His eyes weren't blue anymore. Instead they were as dark as black. 

"I wanted to kiss you." He leaned in and kissed me deeply on the lips. Nibbling on my bottom lip gently. I have never been kissed like this before in my life. He pressed his body into mine and I could fell his erection sticking into my thigh. "You know I fantasize about this body when I masturbate." I gasped as he cupped my breasts and started to massage them. Then it hit me. I was the woman he was talking about while he was jacking off. I felt myself smile and he saw it. 

"I think of you too when I masturbate." He kissed me again as he took off my shirt and then moved to my pants as I fought with his clothes. When we were in our under garments, he picked me up and carried me to his bedroom. Setting me down on his bed he removed his boxers making my eyes bulge out of my head. There stood a nice hard 9 inch cock with pre cum glistening from the tip. I had never had a cock that big before. Stan was the only 7 inches. I knew I would enjoy it though. 

"Do you like what you see?" I smiled and nodded my head as I removed my bra and underwear. He looked like a kid in a candy store as he eyed me up and down. '

"I love what I see." He then moved on top of me and kissed me again before moving his fingers to my wet pussy pushing them in making me moan out in pleasure. I wanted him at that moment like I had never wanted a man before in my life. 

I groaned as he banged me faster with his hand. He kissed me one last time and then moved his head down to my breasts kissing them before kissing his way down my body. He stuck his tongue into my bellybutton making me laugh before descending to my pussy. I held my breath as I what anticipated would happen next. He looked into my eyes and smiled before he took one glorious lick to my pussy. Gasping in pleasure I grabbed his head and wrapped my fingers into his short hair. 

He started to tongue fuck me as he moved his thumb to my clit and rubbed it gently. I was getting so much pleasure I couldn't stand it anymore. I was about to come and come hard. He could tell I was close so he moved his tongue faster and faster before I felt my orgasm coming. I gushed so much against his tongue as I moaned in pleasure. he kept licking and sucking me making me come even more. 

"Oh god Zack." I said as I caught my breath. He looked at me and smiled since I was so satisfied. I knew he had to be dying though. Time for him to get his I thought to myself. 

He moved down to me and kissed me hard making me taste myself on his lips which turned me on even more. I flipped us over shocking him. 

"Now It's my turn." I winked at him before kissing him on his chest. I started to lick his nipples and biting them gently. he moaned as I did this which made me want to please him more. I kissed his rock hard abs before taking his cock in my hands and stroking it lightly. I then blew on the tip before taking it into my mouth. I hardly ever did it for Stan because it never appealed to me which is probably why he went to a much younger woman. But with Zack I really wanted to do this for him. 

I started to lick and suck him harder which he loved. I looked up at him and saw his lustful eyes staring back at me. He moved his hands to my hair and pulled on my hair gently. I could tell he was close so I moved my head quicker on his cock. He pulled me up and flipped us over again before pushing himself into me hard. 

"Oh fuck Zack harder baby please go harder." He thrusted the length of him back into me harder then the pervious time making me scream in pleasure. Never before had a man made me feel this way. 

"Oh god Victoria you feel so damn good." He pumped harder into me. 

"Fuck baby I'm gonna come. Come with me please." He pumped into me one last time before his hot cum went into my pussy. We both caught our breaths as he moved down on the bed next to me. 

"God that was amazing." He kissed my forehead before wrapping his arms around me tight. 

"I have wanted to do this forever."

"Me too." I started thinking about watching him masturbate and started laughing.

"What's so funny?" I moved up on my arm and looked at him. 

"There is a hole in my wall and before I came over here, I watch you jack off. It was really hot." He smiled because he knew that I knew I was the woman he was talking about. 

"Well hopefully I won't have to masturbate as much with you in my bed." He kissed me deeply before we fell asleep. 

Ever since that night we have been dating which will be a year soon. He makes me fell so alive and free I love it so I feel nothing for Stan but friendship and I know Zack and I's relationship will last for a while and who knows maybe it might turn into something more.



Hole in the Wall Gang



Kink does not even begin to describe this Halloween treat. 

If oral sex or water-sports aren't your thing, please be forewarned, there's a lot of one and a bit of the other in this story. It's also a bit tongue in cheek, so if you read on, I hope it brings a smile to your crotch. As usual, all characters in the story can vote. 

CHAPTER I - MOM AND DAD

I was excited. I was driving home from university and was looking forward to surprising my folks. They'd no idea I was coming and they certainly had no idea I had good news that I couldn't wait to share. You see, I'd been accepted into law school.

As the older of two children by a year and a half, my parents raised me to succeed on my own terms. I'd chosen my undergraduate classes by myself and for graduate school, I'd chosen law. It was the profession I'd dreamed of since I was a little girl when I watched TV lawyers put away bad guys. 

My parents thought it was a phase, but I stuck with it. Though they encouraged both my brother and I to pursue our dreams, I think they secretly hoped one or both of us would take over their lumber yard. Mom had inherited it from her own parents and that's where she met Dad. He was a general contractor and bought all his supplies from the yard.

Politically and socially, they were liberal. Fiscally, they were conservative. Though I knew they were open with their sexuality (nudity and frank discussions about sex were acceptable practices at our house), as I was about to find out, they were also very kinky. And so I was about to find out, was I. It was to be the surprise of my life.

As I pulled into the driveway, I saw Mom's car and Dad's truck, but not my brother's jeep. We live on the outskirts of town and often my father and brother would be out hunting or fishing. I thought that might be the case this afternoon, but knew Ben would be home for dinner. If there was one thing that big strapping kid loved to do it was eat. I guess he needed the calories to fuel his insatiable appetite for activity.

When I walked into the house, I didn't hear anyone talking and there was no television or radio playing. I walked to the kitchen and looked out the window that overlooks our backyard patio and pool. It was then I saw something that made my jaw drop down to my collarbone. Mom and Dad were kissing. But that was not all. 

They were in their bathing suit, which if you know my parents is itself unusual, as they are quite comfortable with nudity. But what was startling and surreal at the same time was what they were standing next to. By our patio bar and just in front of the diving board was a giant jack-o-lantern that looked to be made of orange and black crepe paper.

It had to be at least ten feet high and I knew right away, my father had built it. His hobby is building anything and everything that can be made from wood. 

Then Mom undid the top to her two-piece and let it fall to the ground. Dad grinned, bent his head, and took one of her nipples into his mouth. Mom cradled his head in the crook of her arm and closed her eyes. Though Mom's boobs are not as big as mine, god love her, they still point up and look to have a nice heft to them. I was just about to turn away and go up to my room, when Dad dropped his suit and Mom grasped his turgid cock in her hand. She pushed his head away from her breast and turned to walk up to the pumpkin's face.

When she got up beside the giant orb, she pushed Dad right up to the mouth of the jack-o-lantern's face and then walked around to the side opposite of where I was standing. I saw the big orange pumpkin move about for a minute like someone was inside of it. Then, the funniest thing happened. Dad stuck his hard cock right in the hole that served as the jack-o-lantern's mouth. He reached up with both hands to hold on to the edifice's lower eye lids and just stayed still for a minute.

After about 45 seconds, he started moving his cock in and out of the jack-o-lantern's mouth. Then I got it. Mom was inside sucking his dick. OH MY GOD. Dad had built a Halloween glory hole and Mom was inside sucking him off. I laughed out loud.

Just then, a big hand covered my mouth and a strong arm wrapped itself around my waist. My brother had snuck in and came up behind me quiet as a mouse. I squirmed, but it was no use. He was way bigger than me and much too strong to get away from.

"What's up big sis?"

He let me go and I pointed to the backyard where Dad was moving his cock in and out of the jack-o-lantern's mouth faster and faster. I knew he was about to shoot his load.

"Mom's inside the pumpkin. Did you ever see such a thing?" I asked.

"Not really," he replied.

We both stopped talking as it became apparent Dad was shooting his goo into Mom's mouth. When he slumped against the jack-o-lantern, we knew he was spent.

"Way cool," Ben said.

"Yeah, no shit. Who'd a thunk, the 'rents could be this kinky?"

"Oh, you've been away too long. Mom and Dad are way kinkier than this."

"How do you know?"

"Just ask them about their club."

"What club?" I demanded.

"Just ask them. I'm going to my room."

"Ben..." I whined.

"Oh look. There's Mom. God, she's got great tits."

I turned to look out back and saw Mom walk back around and up to Dad. She bent to one knee and took his softening dick into her mouth and sucked it clean. Then she stood back up and they both started walking toward the house. Dad was without his swim trunks and Mom was still topless.

Ben left the kitchen. I sat down at the table and waited.

"Surprise," I said in a loud and cheery voice.

"Jesus H.," Dad exclaimed, trying to stand behind Mom to hide his dick.

"Oh hi honey," Mom said in a voice huskier than normal (she'd just been through a bout of tonsil tickling). "When did you get here?"

"About three minutes before the show started."

"Oh. That. Well, we didn't expect you and you know how we are about sex."

"Yeah, Mom, I do. But being open about sex and being kinky are two different things. Where on earth did you get the idea to build a jack-o-lantern cum glory hole?"

"Oh, I like that," Dad chuckled. "A cum glory hole."

"No Dad. Not cum as in that stuff you just shot into Mom's mouth. But cum, used as a preposition meaning a connecting word combing terms. And what's this club Ben told me to ask you about?"

"Oh dear," Mom said. "We really didn't expect you to come home before Thanksgiving."

"Well, I'm here and, oh yeah," I remembered. "I got into law school."

"Oh my god," Dad exclaimed, as he pushed past Mom and picked me up in a giant bear hug. 

"Dad, Dad, you're naked. I can feel your dick against my knee."

"Oh," Dad said. "Sorry. I'm just so proud of you; I forgot I don't have any clothes on."

"You go girl, "Mom said, as she stepped forward and gave me a hug and a kiss. 

"Mom, Jeez. I can smell Dad's cum on your breath."

"Now don't go and get all uppity on me. I know you suck cock and I also remember you saying you liked the taste of cum."

"Mom. Not in front of Dad."

"Why not?" Dad offered. "I think you're forgetting it was me who caught you blowing your boyfriend on prom night."

"Oh, god Dad. I did forget. It's just, I dunno," I stuttered. "I came home to tell you guys my good news and the next thing I know, I'm watching you stick your cock in a giant pumpkin."

We all broke up laughing. 

"Honey," Mom offered looking at me, "let's have a celebratory drink and we can catch up on all your good news."

"Fine, as long as Dad put's that thing away before it goes off again," I said pointing to his rapidly inflating cock.

"It's all the talk about blowjobs and cum on your Mom's breath, that's got me this way," he explained.

Mom giggled, handed Dad the apron hanging by the oven so he could cover up, and then turned to get some wine glasses down from the cupboard.

Dad went to the fridge and got an unopened bottle of pouilly fume' and began to fuss with the cork. Mom got some crackers and sliced a pear for us to eat while we drank the wine.

After we toasted my good news we settled in to enjoy the wine and snacks. A minute passed before Mom spoke.

"How long are you planning on staying?"

"I don't know; a few days, maybe a week." I paused to think about my schedule. "I don't have any papers due before the end of term and I can take the exams whenever I decide to go back. Why? What's up?"

"Well, you see," Dad hesitated.

"It's like this," Mom continued. "Your father and I are hosting a Halloween party and, as we hadn't heard from you about your schedule, we figured you wouldn't be home until Thanksgiving."

"I can help," I offered.

"It's not that simple. You see," Mom went on, "this is a special kind of party, an invitation only party and I doubt you'd find it to be very much fun."

"Oh, come on now. I love your parties. Your friends are great and I'm sure I'll fit right in."

"Uh, don't be too sure," Ben's voice added as he walked back into the kitchen. "Mom, cover up your boobs. I'll get a boner if I have to sit here and look at those beauties too much longer."

"Jeez, Ben. That's Mom you're talking to. Show a bit of respect."

"Yeah, okay sis. Mom, please cover up your titties so I don't cum all over Janine's leg."

"BEN! God, you can be so obnoxious," I said, hoping to knock my brother down a notch or two.

"You think," Mom added. "Now Ben, don't tease your sister. She brought great news to this house today."

Ben turned to look at me cocking his head in a questioning manner.

"I got accepted to law school."

"Holy shit! That's great," he exclaimed picking me up from my chair and twirling me all around the kitchen. What's with the men of this household having to pick me up all the time? Oh well, deep down inside, I really do like it.

"Ben. Put your sister down. We've got some issues to discuss," Dad interjected.

Ben stopped spinning me around and put me back in my chair, standing over me with his hand on my shoulder.

"Have you told her about the club?"

"Uh," Mom began. "We were just getting around to that."

"Yeah, what's this about a club? Does it have anything to do with Halloween?"

"Oh, does it ever."

"Ben," Mom said raising her voice in frustration. "Let me try to explain in my own way."

"Oh no you don't," my brother interrupted. "You'll just beat around the bush. Sis, it's like this. Mom and Dad are part of a group that uses national holidays as excuses to have kinky sex using various thematic glory holes Dad creates."

I just sat there not comprehending what Ben was saying.

"It's true. They call their club "the hole in the wall gang", after those outlaws back in wild west days."

"The hole in the wall gang?"

"Yup. The hole's where you put your mouth on one side or your gentitals on the other. It's done anonymously so you don't know whose pussy you're eating or whose dick you're sucking."

I still hadn't caught up with what Ben was saying. I think he was saying something about Mom and Dad hosting a party where people put their genitals up to the mouth of the pumpkin, and someone inside the pumpkin uses their mouth to get them off. I said out loud exactly what I had just thought.

"Exactly," Ben acknowledged.

I looked first at Mom and then at Dad. They had this "I just got caught with my pants down playing doctor" kind of look on their faces.

"Dad. Is this true?" I knew Dad never lied.

"Mostly," he said softly.

"Mom?"

"Yup. I guess it is as true as true can be."

Then it dawned on me. 

"Ben. How do you know all this?"

Ben puffed up a bit and answered. "Cause me and Becky (that's Ben's girlfriend) got invited to the last party on Labor Day."

"You let Becky suck anonymous dick?" I exclaimed.

"Well no. That party had the guys behind the miniature factory wall Dad built in honor of the holiday. The girls, Becky included, sat in a special seat Dad built while we all took turns going down on them."

"Oh my god. You guys are kidding, right? Or maybe I'm still asleep back at school and this is all a dream."

"Nope," Ben said. "Ain't no dream. Here," Ben said taking my hand and laying it on Mom's boob. "Does that feel like a dream?"

"Holy shit. No wonder you didn't want me coming to the party."

"It's not that we didn't want you coming to the party," Dad started to explain.

"It's just," Mom interrupted taking my hand away from her breast, "it's just that we didn't think you'd understand."

"Oh right. You invite my younger brother to a giant pussy feast and you didn't think I'd understand. Hell. I want to come. I love to have my pussy eatin'. Please, I'd love to snuggle up to the giant orange alien's pumpkin head in the back yard and have a bunch of friends and relatives have a go at me."

"Well sweetie," Mom said, kind of squinting her eyes a bit like she was just about to deliver the news there was no Santa. "This party is for the guys. We trade off every other holiday."

"You mean, you and Becks and Aunt Jean are all going to get face fucked on Halloween night and you thought to spare me the details?"

"Sort of," Mom answered sheepishly. 

"To hell you are. I'm in. I'm here to tell you once, and only once. I'm in. I'm first in line, and last in line, and I'll be damned if you guys think you can out kink me.

Everyone just stared at me for a minute. 

"I mean it. By now you all know I suck cock and though I've never come right out and had a discussion about it with Dad or Ben, Mom you know I like cum. Do you really think I'd pass up the chance to have my face stuffed all night long? To hell with that."

Well that was that. I'd tossed my hat in the ring so to speak. What else could they do but acquiesce. There really was not much of a discussion after that.

After dinner, I asked Dad to take me out to the pumpkin so I could see what it was like.

"Uh, oh," Ben said. "Dad's going to get his second hummer of the day."

I glared at Ben. "I just want to see what it's like inside the pumpkin, dunderhead."

"Hon, go outside and turn on all the lights so Janine can see what the party's going to be like."

Dad went out while I finished my wine.

"If you want to maybe, you know, give it a trial run, it'd be okay with me," Mom said.

"You mean, blow Dad?"

"Well, yeah, I guess that's what I mean," Mom admitted.

"Cool," Ben added. "Dad'll love that."

"Goddamn people. Who kidnapped my family and replaced them with these three perverts. I just want to see what it's like inside. Maybe I'll not like it. Maybe I'll chicken out and go back to campus tomorrow. I just want to see what I'm getting myself into before I make my final decision."

Right. Actually the thought of blowing Dad had crossed my mind a few times since he caught me sucking my boyfriend's dick. 

Neither he nor Mom really said much about it and some may say, deep down, maybe I wanted him to catch me. You know, wanted him to see his little baby girl was all grown up. 

Yeah. Like he didn't know what those colored bracelets we all wore in high school were about. The only ones I wore were the colors telling those in the know, I'd get naked and give oral, but no vaginal sex. Maybe I clued him in even before it was time for prom. Who knows?

I walked to the window just as the lights came on outside. The jack-o-lantern lit up in the most amazing, deep orange color, sort of like a new and full moon had landed in our back yard. It was really cool.

I walked out by the pool. Dad stood there beaming.

"Pretty cool, huh?" he asked.

"Way cool. Can I see inside?"

"Yeah, the door is over here." Dad took my hand and led me to the side of the giant pumpkin.

Inside was even cooler than I thought it would be. There was room for three or four people to sit comfortably. 

Dad had built a bench with a padded covering that was covered with a very soft cotton sheet. This is where I'd sit or kneel if I went through with my overly bravado laden decision. This is where an unknown person's cock would poke through so I could service it with my mouth. Holy cow! Just the thought of a seemingly detached cock poking through the opening so I could suck it was making me wet.

Dad was explaining to me how he'd constructed the ribbing for the pumpkin out of balsa wood with glue and twine holding all the ribs together. As I watched him, I thought, even with something built for as kinky a purpose as this, Dad was still proud of his work. And I was proud of him. Oh, okay. I was proud of him and a bit turned on. 

"Dad, if I wanted to give it a trial run, could you maybe go outside and help me out?"

"Wh...what. You mean put my thing through the hole?"

"Yeah Dad. That's exactly what I mean."

"But honey. You don't have to do that. In fact, I'll not participate on Halloween night so you don't have to do me if you go through with staying here."

"But Dad, if I'm in for a penny, I'm in for a pound. Besides, if Ben and Becky come to the party, there's a good chance I might do him too." 

"Well, that's true. And your Mom and Aunt Jean both were in line when Ben was servicing the women."

"OMG. You mean Ben ate Mom's pussy?"

"Probably. If not your Mom's then Aunt Jeans for sure."

"That's too hot. Now I got to have a trial run. Go outside Dad. Go outside and stick that cock of yours through this hole so I can catch up with you guys and your kink."

"You sure?"

"Dad!"

"Okay. But I got to tell your Mom."

"You don't need her permission."

"Oh. I'm not asking her for permission, I want her to watch."

"Jesus H., as you are so fond of saying. You guys really are kinky."

"Yeah, huh? Ain't it cool?"

So here I was, sitting inside a giant jack-o-lantern, waiting for my dad to get my Mom so she could watch me suck him off. Wow. And I came home to tell them I had a surprise. 

Oh well. Sometimes you think you're going one way down the highway and then, just like that, a sign points to a national park you'd never seen and it's detour, detour, detour. I couldn't possibly describe this with any other term. It was a true detour on the highway I'd been traveling and the one I thought I was going take for the rest of my life.

"Hey hon," Mom said opening the side panel and coming inside the pumpkin. "You sure you're ready for all this?"

"God, Mom. I don't even have to think about it. I'm jumping in with my eyes wide open."

"And your mouth, don't forget."

"Yeah. And my mouth."

There was a gentle tapping on the rib outside.

"Ready when you are," I said through the pumpkin's mouth.

I could see just enough to realize my Dad was unzipping his pants. He reached in and hauled out his cock. Damn, I thought. He's got a beautiful cock. It looked like he shaved his pubes and his balls. Great! Just like I like it.

He pressed up against the opening and in flopped his dick. I looked at mom and she smiled a knowing smile. 

"Nice, isn't it?" she offered.

"It's beautiful."

I leaned forward and lifted it up for inspection. The only way I could describe it is that it's meaty. It had such a nice girth. I couldn't wait to feel it in my mouth. 

I licked the head and wiggled my tongue into the pee slit. It had a slightly acrid taste and I realized Dad must have taken a pee when he went inside to get Mom. I didn't mind. I thought it was fun and oddly, the word that came to my mind was scandalous. 

Can you believe it? Here I was, inside a giant pumpkin, licking my father's cock while my mother sat next to me watching. What a life. What a detour. What a scandal.

I heard my Dad moan and smiled at the thought he knew his daughter was about to suck him off, but, because the pumpkin hid me from sight, he could only feel it. 

I took him fully into my mouth, feeling his tube fill with blood. It was exciting. Taboo, of course, and that was a big part of it. But the real thrill came from knowing it was okay with Mom. No, I think it was more than that. I think the frosting on the cake, so to speak, was due to the whole kinky, bizarre nature of the encounter.




Hole in the Wall Gang



I'd come home to surprise my family, but it turned out the surprise was on me. Oh, I'd known they were open, almost loose with their love and love life, but I had know idea how absolutely depraved they were. It was delicious.

Dad's cock swelled more and started dripping pre-seminal fluid onto my tongue. I swooned. I knew I'd finish him off. I knew I'd swallow his load. Hell, as depraved as I felt I had a brief thought I might even let him pee in my mouth. Anything. Anything he wanted I'd let him do to show him I was just as depraved as he and Mom were. Oh, and I should probably include my brother in that little circle of debauchery. After all, it was he who gave Mom or Aunt Jean, or maybe both of them, head.

Dad swelled more. My mouth was stuffed. Now it was time to stop daydreaming about depravity and finish this act the only way it should be finished, with a drink of the stuff that helped get me into this world so many years ago.

I started to move my head in a twisting fashion as I moved back and forth along the length of his cock. I sucked. I licked. I used all my knowledge and experience of cock-sucking to make this great for Dad. I really wanted him to get off and get off in a grand way.

I thought back to that time he caught me blowing my boyfriend after the prom. I smiled wondering if he had thought about this moment as many times as I had. I wondered if it was as enjoyable for him as it was for me. Oh hell, who was I kidding? Dad's a man. Of course he was enjoying it. 

I began flicking my tongue on the underside of his cock as I moved back and forth. I knew he was getting close. I could feel it.

I guessed I'd been at it about ten minutes when I felt the tell-tale signs of his pending orgasm. His cock swelled more and then let go. 

At first I didn't realize he was coming. I just felt these warm jets of semen shooting to the back of my mouth. When I realized what was happening, I nearly fainted. 

My eyes were closed. My nostrils flared. My cheeks hollowed as I sucked every drop from his balls. I wanted it all. 

I don't even remember if I was breathing. I just knew my mouth was filled with cum and it was warm and salty, not as thick as I thought it might be, but that's probably because he'd just shot a load a few hours earlier.

When I sensed he was drained, I slowly withdrew my mouth along the length and kept the seal tight, so nothing could leak out. I'd not yet swallowed one bit of his semen. I had something I needed to do first.

When his dick slipped from my lips, it just hung there. I moved forward slightly and nuzzled its warm and sticky length all across my lips, nose, and eyes. Then I turned to look at my mother. 

She just smiled a knowing, conspiratorial smile as I opened my mouth to show her how much stuff Dad had shot. Then I tilted my head back slightly and swallowed with my mouth open.

I gulped down all Dad's goo. It was warm, runny, and slightly gelatinous. I felt it sliding down my esophagus on its way to my belly. I had to swallow twice more to get all of it on its way to its resting place. I licked my lips. Then I reached over and kissed Mom full on the mouth. I was definitely staying home for Halloween.

CHAPTER II - BEN AND BECKY

Later, after Mom and Dad went to bed, I went to Ben's room.

He was lying on his bed with his eyes closed, talking on the phone. He had his hands in his shorts, stroking his cock. I figured he was talking to Becky. I jumped on the bed and straddled his waist.

"Holly shit, Janine. You scared the crap out of me."

"Is that Becks?"

"Yup. Hang on." He put the phone back to his ear. "Janine just came in. Want to say hi?"

"Of course she wants to say hi," I said grabbing the phone from his hand.

"Hey Becks. How's it going?"

I listened to her talk. God she could talk. Then, when she ran out of steam, I lay down beside Ben and held the phone where we both could hear.

"So, Becks," I said. "Did you really let some anonymous guys in a miniature factory my dad built, eat your pussy?"

When she answered in the affirmative, I sighed.

"Did Ben tell you we saw Mom blow Dad at the giant pumpkin earlier today?"

She giggled and said he had. She also said she wished she could have been there to try it out.

"On Dad?" I asked.

"On anyone," she answered. "Your dad, Ben, the mailman. I don't care. Isn't that what being kinky is all about?"

"Sure is," Ben agreed.

"Guess what guys?"

"What?" they said in unison.

"I blew Dad."

"I knew it," Ben exclaimed.

"That's awesome," Becky added.

"And Mom watched."

"Holy fuck! You went from being a serious college student to a kinky little bitch, all in one afternoon."

"Ben. What makes you think I'm not kinky when I'm away from home?"

"Yeah," Becky added.

"I dunno. I guess I really hadn't thought about it much." 

"Well, I am."

"Okay. Then what's the kinkiest thing you've ever done?"

"Blow Dad."

"I mean besides blow Dad."

"I dunno. I let my boyfriend stick a cucumber in my ass."

"Whoa. That's cool," Ben said.

"I agree," I heard Becky say.

"Alright, then. What's the kinkiest thing you've ever done, lil' brother?"

"I don't really think it's my place to say."

"Becks. Is it something he did with you?"

"Oh yeah."

"Go on Ben. I told you what I did. What was it? It's only fair I know."

"I don't think so."

"Come one. I know you ate Mom's pussy or at least Aunt Jeans."

"Yeah. So what? That's not really kinky. And you blew Dad. So that kind of makes us even in the kinky department."

"No it doesn't. Come on Becks," I pleaded. "Help me out. What could possibly be kinkier than having a cucumber shoved up your ass?"

"It's okay Ben." I could feel the tension Ben was feeling as he listened to Beck's voice come over the phone. "Go ahead and tell her."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure. Go ahead."

"Go on Ben," I prodded.

"Well, one day, we were taking a shower and I had to pee."

"Oh god, Becks. You let him pee on you?"

"I didn't let him," Becky said.

"Huh?"

"I asked him to."

"On her boobs," Ben said.

"Jesus H. And I though a cucumber in my ass was kinky."

"It is kinky. Believe me, if I had a cucumber handy I'd stick it in my ass."

We all laughed at Becky's confession.

"Did you get any pee in your mouth?"

"No. Why?"

"When I started to blow Dad earlier, he tasted like he'd just taken a whiz. I had this bizarre thought that, if he wanted to, he could pee in my mouth."

"Wow," Becky said. "Now that's hot. Babe," she said to Ben, "you've got something new to look forward to."

"You want me to pee in your mouth?"

"Sure do. Then I'm gonna pee in yours."

All Ben could say was: "Cool."

"Damn. I wish I was over there right now," Becky lamented.

"Hey Becks. Do you guys do anal?"

"Of course. Do you?

"Occasionally. But I prefer it in my mouth. Even when I fuck,"

"When you fuck?"

"Yeah. When I fuck, I like the guy to finish in my mouth."

"Why?" Ben asked.

"I dunno. I think it has to do with pregnancy. I'm not ready to settle down and I sure don't want kids right now. Plus, I love the taste."

"Yeah. Me too," Becky agreed.

"Thank god," Ben said.

I could hear Becky giggling over the phone. I too, was smiling.

"Hey, Janine."

"Yes Beck's."

"Are you going to blow Ben on Halloween?"

"There's a good chance I will."

"Why don't you do it now?"

"Now? You want me to blow my brother now?"

"Why not? Plus, I can get off while I watch you do it."

"How are you going to watch me do it?"

"Ben can hook up the web-cam so I can watch."

"You want me to suck your dick, Ben?"

"I guess."

"I guess my ass," I said. 

"Ben," Janine said in a very commanding voice, "you let your sister suck your dick, right this instant. I got to get off before I'll be able to sleep."

"Wow. I guess I know who wears the pants in your twosome."

"Nah. She's just playing. I wear the pants and she knows it."

"Is that true Beck's," I asked.

"Yeah. At least I let him think it's true."

We both laughed while Ben made a face.

"Set it up little brother. I want your girlfriend to watch me, your very experienced and kinky older sister, give you a world-class blow-job. Now hurry, before I change my mind."

Ben scrambled to set up the web-cam at just the right angle. But I made him change the setting.

"Why?" Ben askd.

"I want to be on my knees. I want to service my little brother's dick on my knees like a very obedient little cum slut."

"Goddam," Becky said. "If you keep talking like that, I'm gonna come over there and let you eat my pussy."

"In the mood I'm in, I probably would do it too. In fact, why don't you come over early on Halloween and we can do each other."

"Can I watch?" Ben asked.

"NO," we both shouted and then we burst out giggling.

"Are you teasing me?" Becky asked.

"Beck's. Have you ever eaten pussy before?"

"No. Have you?"

"No, but you know what they say. There's always a first time."

"Way cool," Ben interjected. "Between you guys and Mom, I'm surrounded by kinky bitches."

We all burst out laughing. 

I started to get down on my knees.

"Wait a sec, Janine. I'll be right back."

"Where are you going?"

"I have to pee."

"Oh no you don't. You're not gonna take a piss without me there to hold your dick."

"Fuck," I heard Becky exclaim. "I knew I should have come over tonight. You better take the phone with you so I can hear."

"No prob, girlfriend. Now let's get this fella's pipe drained so I can suck another belly full of cum out his nads."

"Jesus," Ben exclaimed. "Where'd you learn to talk so dirty?"

"What, little brother? You have a problem with it?"

"Hell no! I love it. I just hope my boner will go down enough for me to pee, 'cause I really gotta go."

In the bathroom, I set the phone on the back of the toilet. I had cranked the volume as high as it would go and instructed Becky to do the same with her phone.

Ben stood beside me while I fussed with the phone. He was squeezing his dick, trying to keep it from getting hard.

When I thought I had optimized the volume on the phone, I asked Becky if she could hear okay.

"Yeah It seems like you're in an echo chamber."

"That's because," Ben explained, "the entire bathroom is tile."

I was tired of waiting. I yanked his shorts down and there it was. His beautiful, semi-hard dick just inches from my face. I kneeled beside him and pointed his dick at the bowl.

Nothing happened for a couple of minutes. I could tell he was trying hard to let go, but I think my holding his dick was too exciting for him.

"Should I not hold your dick?"

"Probably not. I'll try to get started then you can grab on."

"He always has this trouble at first," Becky explained.

"Always. Just how many times have you done this with Ben?"

"A few. But I guarantee you we're going to be doing it a lot more from now on."

Just then, a small spurt of pee shot out the head of Ben's dick.

"I think he's starting," I said for Becky's benefit.

His little trickle turned into a full stream of pee and I grabbed his dick and pointed it to the center of the bowl where it could make the most noise.

"Oh fuck. That's so cool," Becky said. "I can hear the pee hitting the water. I think I'm gonna cum just listening to it."

And pee Ben did.

His stream was strong and made a huge and continuous splashing sound as his pee continued to shoot into the bowl of water. I started squeezing my thighs together. Holy cow. This was really turning me on.

When his stream started to spurt and weaken, I told Becky I thought it was coming to an end.

"I know," she said. "I can barely hear it now."

Then it was over. I squeezed his dick and shook it a couple of times. 

"Is he done?" Becky asked.

"Yup," Ben answered.

I leaned over and licked the little drop that was oozing from his piss slit. Just then, he let squirt a little tiny burst of pee right on my lips.

"You shit," I said. "You should have given me warning."

"What'd he do?" Becky asked.

"He peed on my lips."

"Cool."

"I thought," Ben said, "after what you said about drinking Dad's pee, you'd be okay with it."

"Of course I'm okay with it. It's just that if you'd told me, I would have let you shoot it in my mouth."

"Oh god, girl, Becky said. "You really are as kinky as me. I love it. I can't wait to eat your pussy."

I giggled. 

"Now hurry and go back to the camera so I can see you suck a load out of my boyfriend's dick. Hurry. I've got to cum and cum soon."

We went back to where Ben had positioned the camera and I once again assumed the subservient position of being on my knees. I waited.

Ben adjusted the camera and asked Becky if she could see and hear okay.

"Sure can," she replied. Now hurry up and stuff that bitch's face. God I love this. I think I'm going to swoon with anticipation."

I already had.

Ben wiped his dick on my face a few times and I watched while it filled with blood and starting pointing more than hanging. I reached out and cupped his balls in my hand. God they were full.

"When was the last time you came?"

Ben thought for a minute. "Last night."

"Uh, Janine. It doesn't matter. He cums in buckets even if it has only been an hour since his last orgasm"

"Oh great. Dad already filled my belly once tonight. I hope there's room."

Ben lifted his rock hard cock up to my lips. I opened wide and moved my head forward as I felt my brother's cock on my tongue for the first time in my life. We really are one kinky fucking family.

I'd like to tell you he lasted a long time, but the sexual tension of the last hour had him ready to burst as soon as I swirled my tongue under the head of his dick. I'd only taken him into my throat a couple of times when the dam burst.

Now there's cum and there's cum. There's a lot of cum and there's a little cum. Each guy's dick shoots different amounts of cum depending on different circumstances. 

Some guys shoot hard. Some guys pulse. Some guys cum is creamier and some guys cum is a bit watery. Ben was all of these guys rolled into one. And I thought he'd never stop.

Cum was shooting into my mouth so fast and in such volume I couldn't swallow fast enough. And god did it taste good.

I coughed and cum ran out my nose and escaped the corners of my mouth. Still he came.

I thought I was swallowing a warm milkshake there was so much semen shooting from his dick. I coughed again and more cum went up and out my nose. But I was determined to stay with it.

Finally. Finally, I say, he started to shoot less often and with less volume. But it must have been at least fifteen or sixteen more spurts before he stopped completely. I was awash in cum.

I had to swallow over and over again just to clear the fluids from my mouth and from my nose. I was stunned.

"Damn little brother."

"He comes a lot, doesn't he?" I heard Becky ask.

I tried to talk but all I could do was clear my throat, over and over, until finally, I was able to catch my breath and speak.

"I've never, in a million fantasies, imagined I'd be at the mouth of a river of cum. Sweet, Mary, mother of god, that was the most intense thing I've ever experienced sexually."

I looked into the camera so Becky could see my fuck ravaged face. 

"Jesus," I heard her exclaim. "I wish I was there so I could lick your face clean."

"I can't wait for Halloween day. Becks," I pleaded, "you've got to come over early. We have so many things to do before the party."

"I'll be there at five in the morning."

We all laughed.

"In the meantime," she added. "I'm exhausted. I don't think I've ever come that hard masturbating before. I'm so weak I'll probably sleep all day tomorrow."

"Me too," Ben said. "I'm spent."

"So am I," I agreed. "I'm off to never-never land. Don't anybody dare wake me up until I've digested this ocean of cum I've just consumed."

I heard Becky giggle softly and then the phone went dead."

I looked up at Ben and extended my hand so he could help me to my feet.

When I was standing, I hugged him close. 

"Did you enjoy that?" I asked.

"What do you think? I loved it."

"Me too," I said.

"Just wait 'til Halloween."

"Okay," I said walking to the door. "Wake me when it gets here."

CHAPTER III - BECKY AND JANINE AND BEN TOO

The morning of Halloween broke beautifully. The sun was a warm glow in the late October sky. I got up, did my morning bathroom routine, took a very cold and invigorating shower to clear my head, threw on some old sweats, and walked down the hall to the kitchen.

There was a pot of coffee and the fixings for bagels and other light morning fare ready. I poured coffee and went out onto the patio to watch the day's activities unfold.

I was thinking about the coming night's festivities when my reverie was interrupted by the sound of the screen door sliding back and then closing again. 

Ben came out and sat down beside me. He too had a cup of coffee and a plate of bagels stacked up. God, that kid can eat, I thought.

"Are you going to eat all those bagels?"

"Uh-huh. I need my energy for today and tonight. Do you want one?"

"No thanks. I'm keeping my belly empty for tonight's feast."

"Ha-ha. Better think about all that protein upsetting your stomach and coat it with something solid."

"I'll be hungry in a while. I don't usually eat right away," I said. "Maybe I'll be ready in an hour or two."

"Good. That's when Beck's is coming over. You can eat her pussy and I'll watch."

"Not on your life."

"Why not? I thought you wanted to eat her pussy?"

"Maybe, but I'm not sure I want you watching."

"Why not? She got to watch when you sucked me off."

"Yeah. That's true. I didn't think of it that way. Okay," I said. "You can watch."

"Cool. Sis, you really are the best."

"Yeah, right. I bet you say that to all your cumsluts."

"And just who would they be?"

"Well for starters, there's Becks, me and Mom."

"Mom hasn't blown me yet."

"Yeah, but my guess is, if things keep going the way they are going now, it won't be long 'til you tickle her tonsils and fill her belly up."

"You got that right," Ben said.

As if on cue, it was at that moment, we both heard the screen door open and close again.

"Hey kids. You're up early. Can we join you?"

I turned around to see Mom and Dad coming up to the table with a plate of fruit and the pot of coffee. "Refills?" Dad asked.

"Sure thing Pops," I said, holding out my cup while Dad refilled it.

"How'd you sleep?" Mom asked.

"Like a log," I replied. "I can't believe how peaceful it is out here. It's not at all like my apartment at school."

"Noisy huh?" Dad said.

"Yeah, very. There's always something going on. I have to shut my windows tight if I want to do any serious studying."

"What have you guys got planned for the day?" Ben asked.

"We're going into town to pick up the costumes and all the refreshments and food for tonight."

"Do you need help?" I asked.

"Nope," Dad said. "Got it all under control. What are you guys doing?"

"Becky's coming in about an hour. I thought we'd just hang out by the pool and rest up for tonight."

"What about you Janine?"

"I'm not sure Mom. I think I'll rest up, maybe hang out with Ben and Becky, and then take a nap. If tonight's anything like the other night, I'll need all my strength for the line that's going to form at yonder pumpkin."

Everyone laughed and kind of sat silently for a minute thinking about the activities to come.

"Well," Dad said. "Time to scoot. We've got a lot of errands to run. See you at sundown. Oh yeah guys, we'll bring your costumes back with the others."

"You got us costumes?"

"Of course. Why wouldn't we?" Mom answered.

"I dunno. I just thought, if I was going to be inside the great pumpkin, I wouldn't be needing a costume."




Hole in the Wall Gang



"Well, don't forget," Mom said. "We'll be serving cocktails between seven and eight. Got to loosen up a bit before the real fun starts."

"Yeah, I guess you're right."

With that said, Mom and Dad got up and left for their errands. Ben and I just sat for a while, content to sip coffee and do nothing but relax. 

"Can I see your boobs?"

"Ben! Jeez, of all the things to ask me out of the blue. What brought that on?"

"I dunno. I guess I just thought since you swallowed an ocean of my semen the other night, it'd be okay if I got to see them. Plus, you already saw my meat. It only seems fair."

"Yeah. It's fair all right, it's just," I paused. "It's just that your simple request came out of nowhere. Do you really want to see them now?"

"Yup. And the request didn't come out of nowhere. I've been thinking about it for the last two days. You look like you got a couple of cantaloupes in your blouse."

"Ha-ha. Very funny. I bet Becky's boobs are as big as mine."

"Probably. But she's not here right now, and I've got a real hankerin' to see some boobs. Please, can you just lift up your shirt for two minutes?"

"Wow, baby bro. You sure are a horn dog in the morning."

"I know. I haven't even jacked off yet. I'm saving it for tonight."

"Oh shit. No you don't. When Becky get's here, I'm going to make her suck your dick and empty those container sized nuts of yours. I'm not drowning again, not with all the other cum I'm going to eat tonight."

"You're not going to eat it all. There's going to be other girls here, Becky included, that want some dick. What makes you think you're going to get all the cum."

"I got a plan. Don't worry. I'll share some with Becks if she wants. But, I guarantee, I'm going to get the lion's share of the prize."

"Okay. If you say so. Now, can I see your tits?"

I quickly raised my sweatshirt up and then just as quickly pulled it back down again. 

"Oh, come on now sis. That's not fair. You got to see me completely naked and, if I remember correctly, it was for at least twenty if not more minutes."

"Okay whiner. Here you go," I said as I pulled my shirt completely off and just sat there.

"Oh my god. Your boobs are awesome. Can I touch them?"

"Not now. The last thing I want is to have you near me with a hard-on."

"Christ, Janine. I'm hard as a rock right now."

"Save it for Becky."

"Okay. Okay. But please," Ben begged. "Just let me touch them for a minute."

"All right. But just for a minute," I said scooting over closer to him. "Here," I said, pushing out my chest. "Have at 'em."

Ben leaned over and kissed my nipples, first one then the other. They immediately became erect. When he started sucking on one of them, I had to push his head away.

"Why'd you do that?"

"Are you fucking kidding me? I haven't even finished my coffee yet. That turns me on and I don't want to be walking around all day with a flood coming out of my pussy."

Just then we heard a car pull into the driveway.

I started to reach for my sweatshirt but Ben stopped me.

"That's Becks. I want her to see your boobs."

"You sure?"

"Hell yeah, I'm sure. For goodness sake she watched you blow me the other night. I don't think she's going to be jealous. In fact," Ben continued, "I think she's going to get turned on, at least I hope so. I really want to watch you two do each other."

"Your call, 'lil brother."

Just then we heard the patio door open and close.

"Oh my god," Becky exclaimed. "Too cool. You're almost naked."

I turned around to see Becky walking towards us carrying an overnight bag. I puffed up my chest to make sure she knew I wasn't going to be shy with her around.

"Christ," she said. Those are beautiful. He babe," she said, leaning over and kissing Ben on the mouth. "You're not starting without me are you?"

"Nope," Ben answered. "I just needed to see some boobs and I couldn't wait for you to get here."

"How about two more?" Becky asked, removing her top and taking her bra off.

Fuck, I thought. Her boobs were perfect globes. Though they were about the same size as mine, and they sat high on her chest. Her nipples and areolas were small, not dark and half-dollar sized like mine. 

"Now I know what heaven's going to be like some day," Ben said as Becky sat down on the other side of him. She leaned in and rubbed her nipples across his arm.

"Take off your shirt Ben," I said.

"Why?"

"It's only fair you should be topless too."

As Ben took off his shirt, I looked over at Becky. 

She held my gaze and I knew right then, it wouldn't be more than a few minutes when I'd bury my face in her cleavage. I was so horny, nothing, not an earthquake or tornado or satellite falling in our backyard, could possibly keep me from making love with my Brother's girlfriend. I couldn't wait to see her pussy.

"So, Becks," I said. "Still want a taste of something new?"

She brought both hands up to cradle her boobs, pointed them at me, and ran her tongue around her lips.

"Can't wait," she answered.

"Hey! What about me?" Ben whined.

"Who are you?" I asked as I stood up and walked behind Becky.

I leaned down and crushed my breasts against her back, while I blew warm air into her ear. I reached around and cupped her breasts in my hand. 

"Let's go inside," I whispered.

It wasn't the first time I'd felt another girl's boobs, but it was the first time I'd felt boobs knowing I was going to be feasting on them in just a few minutes. I was weak with desire.

We made our way inside, dropped off the plates and dishes into the kitchen sink, then walked down the hallway toward the bedrooms holding hands. Ben followed like a puppy dog.

I pulled her into Mom and Dad's bedroom as they had a California King bed. I knew we were going to need a lot of room to maneuver during our love-making, especially if Ben was going to participate.

"Ben," I said, as I sat in Mom's favorite Queen Anne chair. "I'm Cleopatra, you're the eunuch and you've been charged with bringing me the most beautiful slave in Egypt. Undress her and present her to me."

Becky just looked at me and I could tell right then and there, she'd made the decision to be my slave. I'd never felt so powerful in any of my previous sexual encounters. My cunt was soaking wet.

Ben made a show of positioning her in front of me. When he had her just far enough away for me to see her and yet still be able to touch her, he kneeled and unsnapped her pants.

Ever so slowly he peeled them down over her hips. She was wearing a burgundy colored thong and I could see that it was wet through and through. This was turning out to be way better than I ever thought my first girl-girl experience would be.

After Ben finished removing her pants, Becky stood with her head bowed, getting into the role of the slave being offered as a sexual sacrifice. Her eyes were hooded and her breathing was shallow. Damn, I thought, role-playing is the ultimate fore-play.

I leaned forward, cupped my hand between her legs and pressed three fingers up, wedging the gusset of her thong into her pussy. She gasped.

I moved my fingers around, getting into the feel of her panty clad pussy. My hand was soaked with her juices.

I sat back, looked up into her eyes and nodded to Ben.

He pulled her thong down and off. Like me, Becky shaved all of her public hair. Her lips were full and there was a glistening trail of fluid running down the inside of her thigh where her soaked panties had rubbed as Ben pulled them off.

I nodded at Becky, made a gesture for her to separate her legs and leaned forward again.

She spread her legs. I reached forward and cupped her pussy once again. This time, I was so turned on, it was I who almost swooned. 

I brought my hand back to my mouth and licked my fingers clean of her pussy juices. I turned to Ben.

"Turn the slave around and bend her over," I commanded.

Ben turned Becky around and bent her over at the waist.

"Spread her ass for me."

Ben's big hands grabbed her cheeks and spread her ass open presenting her puckered anus for my inspection.

I leaned forward and licked the ring then stuck my tongue inside. Becky's knees buckled and she righted herself to keep from falling.

I smacked her on the ass.

"Don't move unless I tell you to move."

She nodded and bent over once again. Ben reached out and spread her cheeks even wider than before.

I ran my hand up and into her pussy lips, fingering her vagina with two fingers. I leaned in again, continuing to finger her and stuck my tongue back in her asshole, then I moved back to sit in my regal, queenly position.

"Eunuch, take the slave and put her on the bed for me. Make sure her legs are spread. I don't want to have to work to get down to the business at hand. Do you understand?"

"Yes your majesty."

Cool, I thought. Both Ben and Becky got right into the role playing. This was going to be great.

When Ben had laid Becky out on the bed, he spread her legs and lifted each leg until her knees were bent, displaying her pussy for me to gaze upon.

"Blindfold her," I commanded.

Ben found one of Dad's t-shirts and wrapped it around her head covering her eyes.

"Take off your clothes and wipe your dick across her mouth," I said to Ben.

I could hear Becky take in a deep breath.

"Don't move, slave," I said in as stern a voice as I could muster. "Lie still."

Becky froze.

Ben stripped off his trousers and kneeled on the bed. He bent over and wiped his cock all over Becky's face.

"Lick his slit," I told her.

She stuck out her tongue and ran it around the head of his dick. Ben stoked his cock and I could see pre-seminal fluid leak out the tip onto Becky's tongue. This was great.

"Now come here and take this chair over to the side of the bed," I told Ben. I stood up and walked over to the opposite side of the bed from where Ben was setting the chair.

"Now listen, and listen carefully. I'm going to enjoy this bitch and you're going to watch. Got it?"

Ben nodded.

"You're not to move unless I command you to move. You're not to touch your dick, or any other part of your body. You're to sit perfectly still unless I tell you differently. Do I make myself clear?"

Again, Ben nodded.

"Okay then. Sit back and enjoy the show."

I took off the rest of my clothes and climbed onto the bed. Becky took in a deep breath in anticipation of what I was about to do to her.

I reached out and cupped her pussy again. Then, with my other hand, I cupped my own pussy. 

Ben started breathing in a heavy but even breath. I could tell this was going to get to him sooner than later, so my timing had to be perfect.

I turned back to the bed and stuck a finger up inside Becky. When she opened her pussy wider, I repeated the process with my own pussy.

I stuck another finger inside her then again, put a second finger up inside my own snatch.

I started moving my fingers in and out of Becky's and my own pussies. I wanted her to be gushing, ready to cum when I willed it and I wanted to cum at that same instant. But first, I needed to get to those boobs.

I pulled my hands free and laid over her, pressing our breasts together. I stuck my hands in her mouth and felt her licking all the juices off my fingers.

"Now slave," I said, turning to look at Ben. "I'm going to feast at this offering. I want you to get behind me and put that beautiful cock in me."

Ben started to say, "Are you..."

"Just do it! Don't question my commands. You'll do everything I tell you to do when I tell you to do it. Understand?"

Ben nodded. But his eyes were wide with excitement. 

I couldn't take time to enjoy the fact I was going to let my brother fuck me. This was role-playing that had turned real. 

I was a queen and they were my slaves. I couldn't allow the mood to change one iota or the fantasy would not play out the way I knew it should.

I sucked Becky's nipple into my mouth and moved up to where I was in a kneeling position. I felt Ben climb onto the bed.

I squeezed Becky's other breast hard and bit gently on the nipple I had in my mouth. My cunt was filling with juice like a bay fills at high tide.

Ben moved up behind me and rubbed his cock over my ass cheek.

"Stick it in now and just leave it there for a minute."

He did and I was filled to overload with sensory input. This was all new to me but I had to stay in character.

I took Becky's other nipple into my mouth and sucked hard. She moaned.

"Take your cock out of me slave. Take your cock out and put just a bit of the tip into my asshole."

Ben didn't move. It was like he didn't understand what I was saying.

"Do it now."

He withdrew and I don't think I ever felt so empty. Then I felt him force a bit of the head inside my anus.

"Perfect, now take it out and come here and kneel by this slaves face."

Ben took his cockhead out of my asshole and moved up beside me.

"Now feed her. Make her lick all my juices off your cock. When it's clean, I want you to fuck her mouth. I'm going to be busy down here. And slave, don't you dare cum until I let you cum."

I slid down Becky's body and put my face between her legs. Her cunt gave off the most intensely sexual aroma I'd ever experienced. I wondered if my own cunt smelled the same, so I stuck my fingers back inside my pussy lips and then brought them to my nose. I too, was soaking wet and my juices were pungent with sexual undertones. 

I felt the bed start to move back and forth and knew Ben was fucking Becky's mouth. It was time for me to get to work. 

I spread Becky's pussy lips, bent my face closer, stuck my tongue out and licked her clit's hood. She instantly contorted her body in response to the touch of my tongue.

I smacked her on the pussy.

"Don't you move until I tell you to move," I said in a voice seething with challenge. "There's time enough for you to enjoy this, but not just yet. Do you understand?"

I felt Becky nod and try to say something, but with Ben's cock in her mouth, I heard little more than a guttural acknowledgement of my command.

I started licking her pussy up one side and down the other. I lifted her hips up and stuck my tongue back into her anus. 

I circled her clit with my tongue over and over again until I felt her lips swell even bigger. I knew she was close so I inserted one, two and then three fingers, until I had four fingers in her cunt. Then I stuck my whole hand up inside of her and started sawing my fist back and forth, the knuckles of my hand rubbing up against what I thought would be her "sweet spot".

"Now slave, feed her," I told Ben. 

I watched as he fisted his cock over and over, pointing the tip at her open mouth. I matched the rhythm of my own fisting of her cunt to the stoking of his cock. She pulled her knees up to her chest giving me an even better angle to fist her and then time seemed to slow down.

I watched as cum shot from the head of my brother's cock, straight into Becky's mouth. I pulled my hand out of her cunt just as she came. Her fluids shot out of her and drenched me. 

Ben kept cumming and so did Becky. Her face was covered in his slime and I was covered in hers. And it was all happening in slow motion.

To my dying day, I don't think I'll ever forget one second of what happened. I saw Becky swallowing over and over as Ben shot ropes of cum into her mouth.

I felt her own squirting pussy juice, warm and slimy, flow down over my boobs, across my belly and dripping onto my own pussy. I put my mouth around her pussy and drank my fill.

When it was over, I summoned all my energy to stay in character.

"Now slave," I said to Ben. "Move off the bed and go stand by the door."

Ben looked at me through squinted eyes. 

"Now," I commanded. "Move it now."

Ben got up and walked over to the door and turned back to face us. His cock was still hard and seminal fluids were stringing out from his piss slit. It was beautiful and I wanted to go over and clean him up but had a different task to attend to first.

I moved back up over Becky's body and started licking Ben's cum off of her face and neck.

I scraped some of her juices off my own chest and stomach and licked those off my fingers as well.

I was drinking at the fountain of sexual excess. I don't think I could ever feel more debauched. This was the best the human body had to offer. This was the elixir of the gods. 

But, as I started to return to reality, I remembered what tonight was going to bring. I thought, this then was a mere appetizer, a hint of more debauchery, a taste of things to come.

I removed the blindfold from Becky's eyes. She blinked and looked up into my face. I leaned in and kissed her full on the mouth.

Still not wanting to break the spell, I pulled back and rolled off the bed. I reached out and grasped her hand. I pulled gently, indicating I wanted her to get up.

"Come."

Becky stood up beside me. I led her over to my brother, still standing at his post by the door. Cool, he was staying in character. There was still a few minutes more before I was about to abandon this fantasy.

"Clean him up," I said to Becky.

She kneeled and sucked his cock clean of his fluids. When she was finished, I pulled her back to her feet and kissed her on the mouth once again.

"Now, both of you. Come with me."

I led them outside to the shower by our pool and hot tub.

I turned to Ben.

"Now slave. Clean her face."

Ben started to reach for the shower handle.

"No. Not that way. Use that magnificent hose you carry with you everyday."

Becky got it right away. She kneeled in front of Ben, lifted her face up, opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue.

"Good girl," I told her. "Now slave, hose her down."

Ben got it.

He aimed his dick at her face and let loose with a torrent of pee. He sprayed her hair, her boobs and finally, he sprayed pee directly into her mouth. Becky never flinched.

I watched as the pee ran out of her mouth and down over her boobs and finally cascaded to the ground. It was too much to take. I had to end the fantasy immediately or I thought I'd die.

When Ben's flow started to diminish, I knelt by Becky and put my face into the stream. I opened my mouth and let it fill. I looked directly into Becky's eyes and swallowed. Then I kissed her. 

Ben finished by spraying our faces as we kissed. 

When it was over, Becky leaned into me for support. We caressed each other with a love I'd never felt for anyone before. She was my first girl. I was her first. I knew we now shared a bond that could never be broken.

Ben stepped closer and stoked each of our faces.

After a minute, I stood up, walked over to the pool and jumped in.

I swam laps until my arms hurt so much I thought I just might not make it back to the shallow end of the pool. But I did.

When I stepped out of the pool, I walked up to Ben and Becky. They'd showered and were drying each other off. 

I stepped under the shower and washed away the chlorinated water from my hair. When I was finished, I stepped between them and let them dry me off.

"When do I get my turn?" I heard Becky whisper.

"Later. I've got to go lay down or I'll die."

"Me too," Becky said. "I'm spent."

So we each went to our respective bedrooms. When my head hit the pillow, I was out within seconds. I slept for three hours without even the thought of a dream.

CHAPTER IV - THE HOLE IN THE WALL GANG

The time for the big event had arrived.

Mom and Dad had purchased the exact same costume for each of us and then had them altered by Aunt Jean.

Both the men and the women were wearing the Guy Fawkes mask and black cape from the movie "V For Vendetta."

Aunt Jean had cut the crotch out of the pants for both the men and the women. I didn't know who anyone was except for Ben and Becky as we had all dressed together.




Hole in the Wall Gang



During the cocktail party, people moved from one group to another forming and reforming little cliques every few minutes. Though I'm sure I recognized Mom and Dad's voices, everyone looked so much alike. If I blinked, it seemed a different person was in front of me every few seconds.

At eight o'clock, Mom gathered everyone in front of the giant jack-o-lantern. Dad turned on the lights and there was much applause, oohing and ahhing.

I stood back from the crowd trying to guess who was who, but despite the obvious difference in size between the women and the men, I gave up trying to guess each person's name. I'm sure however, I recognized one of my uncles and thought maybe Mom's brother was there too. There were about 20 to 25 people all in all.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Dad's voice rang out. "Tonight's gathering of the hole-in-the-wall-gang, is about to commence it's purpose for this most auspicious gathering."

"A few of our fair damsels are going to sequester themselves inside "Jack" and attend to the business at hand, or more specifically, to the business at mouth."

There was a roar of approval at Dad's apt description.

"So please, fill your glasses as often as you like and line up as many times as you want and are able. When the last man is emptied for the last time, the festivities will be declared over. Until then, have a great time and enjoy."

As the applause rang on, I found Becky and grabbed her hand leading her to the side of the pumpkin. I wanted to be inside so I could take control of the situation from the first moment a cock came through the jack-o-lantern's mouth.

Once inside, I took off my mask, cape and clothes. I had a reason I wanted to be completely naked and I wanted Becky to do the same. 

As she was disrobing, Mom came inside and saw that we were already preparing to service the men. 

"Mom. Do you mind," I said. "Could you and Aunt Jean keep the others out. I really want to do the whole group myself."

Mom looked at me for a minute then turned to look at Becky.

"She's going to be my maid-in-waiting," I said, in response to Mom's unspoken question about Becky.

"You sure?" mom asked.

I nodded in the affirmative.

"Okay. Have fun. I'll get all the other ladies to act as fluffers for the men while they wait their turn."

"Don't let any of the men cum. I want it all," I instructed Mom.

"Don't worry," she said. "I'll make sure there are no accidents. Let me know if you need any help.

"Thanks Mom," I said as she stepped back outside closing the door behind her.

"Are you really going to eat all that cum?" Becky asked.

"Every drop," I answered, before taking a swig of my drink.

I'd brought in a couple cans of pineapple juice and a glass half full of rum. I figured, I'd need to wash the taste of semen from mouth from time to time and drinking the rum would help my jaw stay loose.

I'd only ever blown two guys in the same day once before; my Dad and Ben. When I'd awakened the next morning, my jaw was a bit sore. It wasn't too bad, but that was after sucking only two dicks in a four hour period. To suck off a dozen cocks at least once, and I'm sure a few would go more than once, was a formidable challenge. But Becky was here to help me, and I intended to use her help in more ways than one.

"How can I help?" Becky asked, as if she was reading my mind.

"Remember earlier today when you asked me when you could do me?"

"Yes."

"Well, after I've sucked the first three or four cocks, I want you to lay down under me and eat my pussy until the end of the night or until I die, whichever comes first."

"Oh fuck. You really are a lot kinkier then Ben or I ever thought you'd be."

"Did you talk about me?"

"A few times. I asked Ben if he'd ever done you or fantasized about you before?"

"What he say?"

"He told me he'd tried a couple of times to catch you fucking your boyfriend, but never really got to. But, trying made him horny and he'd run to his room and jack off."

"Wow. Really?'

"Yeah."

"What about you? How come being kinky is so easy for you?"

"Promise not to tell?"

"Sure. I promise. But if you'd rather keep it..."

"No," Becky interrupted. "I want you to know. Ben knows."

"Okay. Shoot."

"I fucked my dad."

"Oh god. You've got to be kidding."

"I'm not. It was shortly after I let Ben have my cherry, that I realized I loved sex. I masturbated constantly. I dreamt of fucking anyone and anything with a pulse."

"I'm quite sure I understand," I offered.

"Yeah, well one day , about three months after I'd started fucking Ben, I caught Dad jacking off. I couldn't believe it. I was mesmerized. 

Just as he was about to come, I walked straight into his bedroom, kneeled before him and let him finish in my mouth. I never even had time to think of it as incest. It was a cock, it was coming and I knew I wanted it in my mouth. It was only a few minutes later I realized I'd just swallowed my dad's cum."

"Fuck that's hot. What'd he do?"

"He just looked at me while he reached down, lifted me up and took me to his bed. He ate my pussy for an hour and then, without ever saying a word, he mounted me and fucked me 'til the sun came up."

"Is he here tonight?" I asked.

"He sure is. The only sex he's had since my mother left us two years ago, is the sex we had that night."

"You mean you've not been with him since?"

"Nope."

"Why not? From your story he seems quite the stud. I wish my boyfriend would fuck me all night."

"I don't know. I think it's because Ben keeps me pretty well satisfied. Plus, with Dad's work and my classes, we hardly see each other."

"But you would?"

"Would what? Fuck him?"

"Um-hum."

"Oh yeah. In fact, I think my first double penetration is going to be with Dad and Ben."

"You go girl. That's too hot. Maybe you guys can do a three-way later tonight."

"I doubt Ben will have the energy once you've finished him off a couple of times. Don't forget, he's already come twice today."

"Twice?"

"Oh yeah. I forgot to tell you. He fucked me ragged while you slept."

"Jesus H. He's a perpetual fuck machine."

"You got that right."

Just then there was a tapping at the outside of the jack-o-lantern. It was time to get this show on the road.

The first cock through was definitely not Ben's or Dad's. It was long and skinny. I had a feeling it belonged to Mom's brother as he barely weighed 160 at 6'1". But I was through with guessing and was ready to prove to myself I could take as much as was thrown at me (or in this case, as much as was shot my way).

I reached into a bag I'd put in the pumpkin earlier and took out a clean pint glass. Becky arched her eyebrows in a questioning gesture, but I put my finger to my lips and mouthed "wait".

Right before I sunk my lips down and around the cock sticking through the glory hole, I wondered if Mom and Dad had told everyone I was home. I'd parked my car around the block so there'd be room for guests' cars in our driveway, so there was a good chance no one but Dad and Ben knew. If not, my surprise later would be all the better.

This was my first skinny cock. To date, I'd sucked off my two boyfriends, a classmate in my sophomore math class, my Dad and Ben. They'd all been shorter but with much more girth. With this cock, I didn't have to stretch my jaw so wide. It was the perfect first dick for the night.

Because it was so skinny, I was easily able to swallow it and get it past my epiglottis. I milked it with my throat sphincter and just let it stay in my mouth without much moving back and forth. Plus, I was able to breathe easily so there was no need to pull it out.

I began milking it with my throat, slowly expanding and contracting the muscles so I could vary the pressure on the tube and hoped that would be enough to cause it to ejaculate. But something was missing.

I thought about it for a minute until I realized I didn't taste any pre-seminal fluid. I like the taste of pre-cum so I slowly slid his cock back out of my mouth until just the head was left resting on my tongue. 

The first hint of his fluid hit my tongue and I became instantly wet. Then I had an insight as to the nature of human sexuality. You can be turned on by the mere taste or smell of sexual fluids. This must be a physical mechanism tied in part to humans need to procreate. 

I took it out of my mouth for a minute to milk more fluids to the piss slit. When a big bubble of pre-cum appeared, I turned so Becky could watch and licked the fluids off the head. Then it dawned on me.

I wasn't sucking this cock and I wasn't going to suck any of the other cocks to bring them pleasure. I wasn't doing it to bring my own self pleasure, though both I and the recipient of my oral skills would receive pleasure for sure, I was doing it to turn Becky on. I was doing it to prove to her how kinky I could be. If Mom would have been in the pumpkin instead of Becky, I would have been doing it for her. In other words, I was performing. 

I was performing like I did the night Dad caught me blowing my prom date. I was performing like I'd done earlier in the week for Mom when I sucked Dad off. I was performing for Becky again, like I'd done while I sucked Ben's dick and she watched on the webcam. Damn. I was a true exhibitionist. Somehow, this realization made me redouble my efforts. I really wanted old skinny dick to shoot like it'd never shot before. I wanted another river of cum.

My efforts paid off.

Within about three minutes, I felt the swelling that precedes ejaculation. I pulled back so just the head was in my mouth and stoked the cock for all I was worth. Boom. It worked.

My mouth was flooded with semen. So much so, that I reached for the glass and let some overflow my lips and run down inside the glass. 

When it finished pulsing cum, I withdrew it from my mouth and milked the last few drops into the glass. I watched as it ran down the inside of the glass to mix with the first other bit. When his cock was completely milked of residue, I kissed it and pushed it back outside. Then I raised the glass to my lips and let the cum in my mouth run into the inside to mix with the rest that I'd milked.

"What are you doing?" Becky asked. "I thought you were going to eat it."

"Just wait Becks. Just wait." 

Then I took the glass and put it between my legs, up against my crotch to keep the fluid warm. Another cock came poking through the hole. Damn, I thought. These fuckers are sure anxious to get blown.

I winked at Becky and went to work on the second dick of the night. This one didn't take any time at all and within four or five minutes, it was shooting it's stuff into my mouth. 

When I'd drained it, I repeated the process with the glass that I'd used on the first cock. I spit all the semen into the glass and returned it to between my legs. When I was done, I pushed the limp dick back out into the night air.

Just then the door to the outside started to open so I hid the glass. Mom came in.

"Honey," she said. Ben's next and I want so bad to suck his dick. Please. Will you please let me do Ben? I've really wanted to ever since he ate my pussy. Please. I know you want to see if you can suck everyone off, but it would mean a lot to me."

"You're right Mom. I do want to suck every cock, but more important, I want to eat all the cum. If I let you suck his dick, can I finish him off when he's ready to cum?"

"Really? You really want to eat his cum?"

"I do. Is that okay? I'm more interested in the cum than I am in how many dicks I suck."

"Okay. Oh, pardon my manners. Becky, do you mind if I blow your boyfriend?" Mom asked turning to look at Becks.

Just then, Ben's cock came poking through the glory hole.

"Go ahead," Becky told Mom. "I'd be delighted to watch you suck your son's dick. But please let Janine have the cum."

"Oh thank you dears," Mom said to us both while turning her head and kneeling next to me. 

She leaned over and began to suck Ben right away. No preliminaries, no gentle ministrations, just a hungry cocksucker going to work like a starving hyena that just came upon a dead gazelle on the Serengeti plain.

I watched, curious to see if Mom's technique was any different to either mine or what I thought would be Becky's technique. But it wasn't. It was like every other blow job I'd seen in porn a thousand times. It was base. It was carnal. It was beautiful.

Then Mom started to face fuck Ben. 

Now usually it's the guy who ravages the girls face. But because the glory hole restricted Ben's movement, Mom had to skull fuck him using her own movements. And skull fuck does not even come close to describing the way Mom used Ben's fat cock to abuse her face and mouth. I almost came watching her and saw Becky was every bit as turned on as I was by Mom's performance.

"Get ready Janine," Becky said. "He's going to shoot."

"Okay Mom. My turn. Now go outside and watch his body language as I finish him off."

Mom kept sucking. It was like she was in a trance. I pulled on her shoulder.

"Mom. Let me finish him off. Now go outside and watch as he shoots."

Reluctantly, Mom got to her feet and looked back at Ben's cock, twitching and bobbing through the glory hole. She sighed, wiped her mouth and exited the pumpkin.

I grabbed Ben's cock in my hand and began fisting it for all I was worth. I bent my head closer to the cock-head and started licking it. I felt it swell.

I crammed the full length into my gullet and sucked. Ben came.

For the life of me I don't know what this kid does to recharge, but this, the third orgasm of his day was no small effort on his part. It was a deluge of cum.

I sucked, licked and twirled my tongue and still he came. I jacked, squeezed and tickled the underside of his dick and the flow did not diminish. If he didn't stop soon, I'd either have to swallow or...

As I turned to try to reach my glass, Becky grabbed it and handed it to me. She was just in time. I pulled my mouth off Ben's fire hose dick while it continued to fire volley after volley into the glass. When he was finally finished shooting, I squeezed the remaining fluids out the end of his cock. As I pushed his dick back outside, I put the glass up to my lips and spit the cum I'd kept in his mouth into the glass. It was enough to double the volume. Becky and I burst out laughing.

From then on for the next six cocks, I repeated my ritual. Suck, jerk, milk and spit cum into my glass. That was how it went for the next hour. 

Then, a new cock came through the glory hole. Becky grabbed my shoulder.

"That's my Dad."

"You sure?"

"Oh, yeah. That plum sized head of his battered my cunt enough for me to remember it for the rest of my life."

I gestured for her to take my place.

"No. You do it. Just make sure he enjoys it. And Janine, save just a bit of his cum for me. Before you spit it all into the glass, let me put my tongue in your mouth. I haven't tasted his cum since that night I caught him masturbating.

So I did just as she asked.

After he shot a copious amount of semen into my mouth, I spit all but a couple drops into my glass. Then I turned and kissed Becky with a full on tongue kiss. I never let go of her Dad's cock either. When she'd tasted the residue in my mouth, I pushed her head down to where her Dad's cock still stuck through the hole. 

I watched her clean his dick with such reverence it almost made me cry. She truly worshiped his dick and wanted him to know whoever was inside the pumpkin was really glad he'd put his dick through the hole.

And that's how it went.

I counted twelve dicks I'd sucked, including Ben's, when the skinny dick showed up for its second go at my mouth. 

As I started to suck the skinny dick for the second time, I stopped for a minute and told Becky it was her turn.

She came over to the side of the glory hole and waited for me to take the dick out of my mouth. I just grinned and pointed down to my cunt. She understood right away.

She had me scoot up to the edge of the bench so she could eat my cunt and that's just what she did while I sucked off three more cocks after skinny dick came.

I think I sucked dick for two more hours after that before no one else stuck their cock through the hole. I had to have a couple shots of rum just to keep my jaw loosened. I drank a can of pineapple juice to keep my mouth from having all the residual cum I couldn't spit in to the glass, coagulate.

Becky and I waited but nothing else happened so we started making out. I was fondling her breasts when the door opened and Ben came inside.

"Cool. Damn sis, don't you get enough?"

"There is no such thing as enough on this most hallowed eve. I'm insatiable."

Becky giggled and took her hand from out of my cunt. She licked her fingers clean.

"Get dressed. Everybody's waiting outside to see who the mystery fellatrix is that's serviced a block o' cock tonight. Hey. I like that. A block o cock. Ben laughed at his own little joke.

Becky and I got dressed and went outside. 

"Ladies. Gentlemen. Give me your attention please. I'd like to introduce you to the newest member of the hole in the wall gang. Young lady, please watch while each of our guests reveals their identity."

With that, Mom walked up behind each of the guys. She pulled off Ben's mask. Ben bowed.

Then she pulled off the mask of the guy with the skinny dick. I was right. It was Mom's brother.

Then I saw two uncles, three cousins, Becky's father, Dad, my grandfather, holy cow, I'd blown my grandfather, and two of Mom's cousins. I was close. I'd sucked off twelve guys in one night and some of them I'd sucked two and three times. Wow. I was impressed with myself.

"Now assembled ladies, please remove your masks so our special guest knows who kept all this cock happy for so many years."

One by one the women removed their own masks. I saw Aunt Jean, another aunt, cousins, wives and various girlfriends of the assembled men. Becky took off her own mask and went to stand between Ben and her Father.

"Now, my honored guests, may I introduce you to the guest of honor. I can tell by all the flaccid dick hanging around, no pun intended, she did her job and did it well. Young lady, will you please remove your mask."

With that introduction, I curtsied and removed my mask.

There were gasps and outcries. "Oh my god. It's Janine." And, "Oh look who it is," and so on. 

After the shock of revealing my identity was over everyone, started to applaud. But I raised my hand to quickly quiet the crowd.

"Friends," I said. "I'd like to say a couple of things first."

Everyone got quiet.

"First off, I didn't yet finish my task."

There were murmurs in the crowd but again, I held my hand up to stop the speculations as to what I meant.

"Also, before I finish my task, I'd like you all to give a round of applause to our hosts and to the talented carpenter who made this the absolute most memorable Halloween in history."

Mom and Dad took a bow while we all applauded.

"And now, in honor of the great Japanese ritual of Gokkun, I'd like to finish the task I stayed home from school to achieve."

There were blank stares as I prolonged the mystery of what I was talking about. Only Becky realized what I was saying.

Then, with a flourish of my cape, I took the semen filled glass from my waistband. It was still warm from my body heat and filled to nearly the top.

I raised the glass to the moon and then to the great pumpkin.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"Almost midnight," my grandfather stated.

"Perfect," I said as I brought the glass to my lips. I kept eye contact with Becky while I slowly tilted the glass and started to finish the job I'd been at for the past four hours.

Ounce after ounce of semen found its way from the glass to my mouth, and from my mouth to my belly. I swallowed for nearly three minutes straight until all the cum had been drained from the glass. I swear my actions caused me to go into a trance. I wasn't even able to articulate what I'd just done. It would be later the next afternoon before the enormity of my gesture sunk in.




Hole in the Wall Gang



There was applause and all kinds of hoots and hollerin'.

People came up to me and gave me hugs and kisses. 

The women kissed me with tongue, getting a taste of the cum residue in my mouth.

The men hugged me.

My grandfather grabbed my breast while he kissed me. Jesus, I guess I really did come from a line of kinky people.

As the guests began to leave, I watched Becky whisper into her father's ear. He smiled and nodded.

She came over to me and gave me a hug.

"Ben and I are going home with Dad. Do you want to come with us?"

"Damn girl You're one thoughtful bitch. But no. This is your night now. Enjoy the two of them. But you better come back tomorrow and tell me all about it."

"I will. And thanks Janine. Thanks for everything. I can't wait 'til you come home for Thanksgiving."

"Me neither. Believe me. Me neither. And Becks, if I bring my boyfriend home, can he stick a cucumber up your ass?"

"You bet he can, a cucumber and anything else he wants as long as you're there to watch"

"Count on it girl."

As Becks walked away with her father and Ben, Mom came up to me and put her arm around me. We watched the last of the guests leave as Dad turned out the lights on the giant pumpkin and we made our way into the house.

"Well sweetie, did you ever think..."

"Never. Not in a million years did I ever think I'd do what I did tonight."

"Are you surprised at yourself?"

"Yes and no."

"I get the yes," Dad said, "but what's with the no?"

"You see Dad. Once I saw you stick your cock in that glory hole two days ago, I knew my life was changing and changing in a way it was meant to change."

"Are you sorry?" Mom asked.

"Not a bit. But I'm dead tired. I need to go to bed and sleep for a decade or two."

Mom and Dad both smiled and hugged me. I backed out of the kitchen watching two of the most important people in my world look back at me with the same love and wonder I felt for them.

In my room, I undressed, washed my face, but didn't brush my teeth. Somehow, to wash away the vestiges of semen from my mouth seemed a sacrilege after the celebration I'd just been through.

When I finally did get to sleep, I dreamt for fourteen straight hours. I dreamt I was drowning in the warmest, tastiest ocean anyone could ever imagine. It was bliss.