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Tea Time

By: Hercules_unleashed



Naked, Rosa stood in the marble and stainless steel kitchen brewing tea. Beyond the panoramic window, across the divide, that long ago may or may not have been a river servicing the town, but now separated her property from the modern six storey car park opposite, she saw the slightest of movements in the shadows.

Still facing the window, for effect, she stretched languorously cat-like, allowing herself the briefest of smiles. Raising supple arms above her head Rosa groaned inwardly knowing that this simple act would lift her breasts high as flexing arms drew their bounteous beauty upward. A slight tingle started in her nipples making them come erect, sending the briefest of messages careering towards her pussy.

At barely five feet tall on a good day, she tended a little towards being plump, her breasts a very pleasing 36B were full but firm, soft but malleable and still slightly up tilted. Silken tawny hair cut to shoulder length framed a pretty, cherubic face, full lips and a petite nose almost completing the picture. Her eyes however, were outstanding, a beautiful green, shot with yellow giving her a predatory look, that of a tigress hunting a mate.

Of Italian descent she had the slightly darker complexion of the race which added to her beauty. Born Rosalina twenty three years ago, she had never desired to marry and only ever hooked up with one guy long term, although there had never been any shortage of partners, if only for one night.

Glancing toward the window she saw that he was there again, her own private Peeping Tom, now drinking in her naked beauty, she knew that shortly he would be rubbing his cock as he watched her. Thoughts of him responding to her loveliness and total lack of shame caused twinges in her pussy as nipples became more erect by the second. 

Two or three times a week they played this game, he spying and her going about her business pretending that she didn't know he was there. In the beginning she had been surprised and perhaps a little shocked to think that someone might be watching her going to and fro naked as she did things in her kitchen. However she was damned if she was going to change her habits because of a Peeping Tom. Once having grown used to the idea of him being out there the thought began to amuse her, eventually causing her to indulge in erotic fantasies about him, secure in the knowledge that he was out there, and she, safely indoors.

Now, she smiled, as thoughts of him out there slowly rubbing his cock made her want to be daring this night. Bringing her arms down Rosa easily filled her small hands with her sumptuous breasts, gently tweaking already erect nipples to stiffen them even further, while hoping that he would be able to see the response in them.

'Tonight,' she thought, 'tonight would be for him, tonight she would put on a real show, a show that would leave him gasping.' For the first time she had become horny and she wanted to see him, wanted to watch him pumping his cock, wanted to see his cumm spurting from the single eye, tonight she would masturbate for him.

Running one hand down her body she lightly brushed over the neatly trimmed heart shaped area of pubic hair above the 'V' until reaching the rapidly swelling lips of her now hungry pussy. Gently she allowed the index finger of her right hand to slip between those lips and into the wetness of her desire before drawing it through them in a gentle downward stroke to where juices had quietly begun to bubble.

'Yes,' she thought, 'I am wet, very wet, come my phantom lover, show yourself, let me see what you are concealing out there in shadowland.'

Stretching out one leg Rosa carefully hooked her foot around a chair slowly drawing it across the floor toward her. When she felt that the position had become just right for his optimum advantage she placed the foot on it, thus opening herself up for her nocturnal viewer. Swollen lips parted easily, now dripping with unconcealed desire as the wanton passion of the moment mounted inside her.

Gently she began to rub her clit, feeling it too beginning to seek out passage from under its protective hood. All the while she gazed through the window at the spot where she knew he would be watching and rubbing his cock She willed him to come out from his concealment, wanting the visual stimulation that she believed his cock would draw from her very depths. Knowing that to be able to see him would at least make one of her fantasies about him become a reality.

Eventually he did step from the shadows and what she saw almost made her jaw drop. In his furiously pumping hand was perhaps the biggest real cock she had ever seen, Rosa figured that it must be around eight inches in length and could also see that it was quite fat.

"Oh my god!" she exclaimed, "that is enormous," her fingers then began to blur as using two of them she literally assaulted her now turgid clit with renewed vigour. Tension building inside as messages triggered synapses from eyes to brain and from brain to fingers and pussy alike.

She knew that her orgasm would be swift and prayed that he might cumm with her. Rosa knew that there could be no holding back as she rushed headlong toward the eternal bliss that the French call The little Death. "Oh lover, cumm just before I do, please let me see you cumm!"

Almost as though on cue she saw him stiffen and rub more slowly as his cumm shot from the little eye to spurt some distance in front of him. She saw at least four large spurts before her own body submitted to its needs making her climax with a loud cry as the force of her orgasm tore through her, making her knees go weak and almost collapsing with its intensity.

Eventually able to look up she saw him still standing there, he mouthed the words thank you and vanished back into the shadows. Rosa grabbed up a couple of kitchen towels that she used to wipe the juices from the inside of her thighs, her body still trembling from her hard cumm. She was pleased that this night one of her fantasies had indeed come true.

The remainder of the evening was dull by comparison, she made her tea taking it into the living room where she tried to watch the TV. Finding it impossible to concentrate, as images of her phantom lover and the elephants trunk that masqueraded as a cock driving her out of her mind so she decided to go to bed.

However, bed proved to be no consolation either, tossing and turning, sleep just would not come, Rosa was still hot and horny from the experience and found that she had to masturbate once more to ease the dull nagging ache that persisted in her pussy.

Now sleep came to her and exhausted she drifted off relatively quickly, the time was around 3am.

The next evening he wasn't there, nor the second, believing that the spell for him might have now been broken, that he had achieved the ultimate. Disappointed Rosa resigned herself to fate, went back to her computer with yet another mug of tea tried to work on the erotic poetry for her third book of poems.

She found working difficult, the image of him still dominating, thoughts of him flashing through and visions of what to her was a most magnificent cock flowed without the slightest effort, continuing their journey through the maelstrom that had become her waking mind.

Almost at the end of her tether, a knot in her stomach that positively ached, desperately wanting to see him again, wanting to see that magnificent specimen once more she was about to shut down the computer when the bell rang. Getting up from her chair she threw on a robe that was kept on a hook close by and opened the front door.

'O my god, it's him.' Standing in her doorway with a huge smile her shadow man stood holding what seemed like a bouquet. About five feet eight or nine, tight blue jeans and a tightly fitting pale blue T shirt that accentuated his pecs and flat abdomen. He was everything Rosa had ever fantasised about. Hazel eyes and a shock of thick and very dark brown hair that extended to his broad chest and a well trimmed beard, she felt her heart go bump. Unable to sort out the jumble of thoughts running pell-mell through her head she managed to stutter a greeting of some kind as he presented her with a tasteful bunch of red roses, thirteen in number.

"I want to invite you in," she stammered, gratefully accepting the blooms, "but I'm not dressed."

"Oh don't worry about that, the robe will do and I've seen pretty much all that you have to offer anyway, your body is no stranger to me, but now that I see you close to, you are more beautiful than I could ever have hoped." He paused to take in the affect that his words had on her before continuing.

"Well, are you going to invite me in or just stand there slack-jawed?" He asked looking at her as though she had lost her mind.

Indeed, that was the crux of the matter, seeing him at her door had completely rocked her boat.

"Please, won't you please come in."

"Gesturing with her hand she invited him into her home, not for one moment thinking that this was the guy who had been watching her, had masturbated over her goodness knew how many times and three nights ago had finally shown himself and a most magnificent cock. Rosa never stopped to think that he might be a rapist or worse, a murderer."

"You had better put the roses in water, oh and I'm Jack, nice to meet you," he said proffering his hand.

"Err yes, they are beautiful, thank you so much, and I'm Rosa. Would you like some tea," she replied noting the firmness of his grip? 

"Thank you Rosa, that would be nice, but only if I can watch you while you make it," he chuckled. His voice flowed over, around and through her, if it could be described as a material it would have been a deep brown velvet, quite the sexiest voice she had ever heard. He spoke slowly, deliberately and so very low.

Rosa blushed through to the roots of her hair, remembering that he had seen her making tea in all her naked glory and so many times. She was glad that only that morning, before her bath, she had decided to shave and trim her little heart. 'Oh my,' she thought, 'why am I thinking that, I need to get my mind above my waist and concentrate on making the tea.'

Quickly, without uttering another word she turned, heading for what she believed might be the relative safety of her kitchen, soon busying herself with preparing to make the tea and putting the roses in water.

With the kettle on the go she began cutting the stems and relieving the flowers of some of their leaves. Satisfied that they had been properly prepared she turned to a high cupboard to take down a vase for them, as she did this the robe fell open, exposing her nakedness to his view. Rosa glanced over toward the kitchen doorway and yes, there he was, watching her every move.

Hurriedly she tried to cover up while holding the vase, but found the simple task all but impossible.

"No," she heard Jack utter in his soft and sexy but commanding voice, "don't cover yourself, you have a beautiful body and I love to look at you."

Without really knowing why she left the robe open, knowing that Jack saw nothing that he hadn't already seen, she felt no qualms at letting him see her more closely. Filling the vase with one third water she soon had the blooms arranged and continued with making the tea. The whole thing felt surreal as she kept herself busy although knowing that he watched her every move, taking in every glimpse of her body and the fact that her nipples were rising of their own volition.

Perhaps a little grudgingly Rosa now accepted that having this man in her home made her want him inside her body too, she had seen his hard cock and now she wanted it. His voice had made her feel calm, she sensed no reason to fear him and liked the way he had spoken to her strongly. She felt that here was a man in control of himself, a man who just might be able to control her too. Whatever it was, it was eating her up inside, she wanted Jack to take her, and fuck her without any preamble.

No man had ever made her feel so utterly abandoned, she wanted Jack to know how she felt, that he just had to say one word and she would be down on her knees for him. She felt prepared to do anything at all for him, anything at all, but he just sat there quietly drinking his tea. Her nipples had become hard spikes now, her pudenda swollen, her pussy was wet, Rosa knew that had become hot, her body fired up, she had become a woman in heat.

At last he set aside his empty cup and came over to where she sat on the chair opposite him.

"You are horny Rosa, you want me to fuck you, you want to feel my fat cock in your hand, in your pussy, in your mouth, or perhaps in your arse. Be patient little one, all will come to you."

Kneeling between her legs he roughly pushed her thighs wide to expose her gaping pussy. "You belong to me now," he said softly but with that underlying firmness in his voice. I will have you whenever and wherever I want, I phone you and you will come to me, I will own you and everything you are, you are my cunt, my piece of human flesh, whatever you are doing when I call you will come."

"You will be whatever I want and do whatever I want, I am your Master and you are my slave. You will only ever speak when I give you permission to do so and you will always call me Master. Are you clear on your role Rosa, do you understand me?

"Yes Master," she answered softly although not really knowing why, Rosa wondered if this could be what had been missing from her life, a perverse need to be controlled, dominated, used.

Once again his voice broke into her thoughts, "I know that you like to walk around the house naked, that's fine with me, in fact I like it, but from this day forward when with me you wear what I want you to wear and nothing else, is that clear too?"

"Yes Master, I am your slave and will dress accordingly." As she spoke the words Rosa felt that it was someone else speaking them, that she was outside her body looking down on this scene.

She sat there completely open to him, nipples spiked, pudenda swollen and pussy gaping like some kind of whore or concubine, she just couldn't help herself. She felt him push something into her and realised that it was a finger, in perhaps a couple of minutes it was joined by a second finger and then a third. His thumb pushed hard against her clit the sensation making her groan as she pushed hard down on his hand.

This wasn't quite what she had expected, or what she had wanted, but at least if he kept this up he would get her off. Rosa completely abandoned herself to the moment fucking his hand like a wild woman, becoming so involved that perspiration ran in rivers down her face, trickling between her breasts. Hair sweat streaked and matted to her head.

"Play with your tits," he commanded, "squeeze them, pinch the nipples, hard, pull on them, stretch them."

His fingers pistoned in and out hard and fast, the thumb pressing and rubbing her clit, she groaned, she was going to cumm and nothing on earth could stop this mighty express that drove her toward oblivion. 

"Now," she cried out, "oh mercy but this is sooooo good," and with that her climax followed swiftly, lifting her bottom from the chair she thrust upward, a strangled scream issuing from her throat that turned into a whimper. Tears ran from her face to mingle with the sweat, she shook and shivered and realised that he was holding her, soothing and stroking her, bringing her back down to earth once more.

She tried to smile through her tears, but the salt in them burned her eyes, she tried to say thank you, but found she could not speak. Instead she drew her legs up onto the chair and curled up into a little ball resting her head on her arm, body wracked with quiet sobs.

Jack stood up for a few moments before pulling her into an upright position on the chair where his groin and a massive erection were just inches from her face. "My turn now Rosa, suck me, undo my trousers, take out my cock and suck me," he commanded roughly.

She had to obey, wanted to obey and reaching out, lowering her eyes to the massive weapon coiled like a snake in his trousers she mumbled, "Yes Master."

"Louder slave," he ordered, "I can't hear you, any more mumbling and I will be forced to punish you."

"Yes Master," she answered more clearly and louder, not wishing to incur his wrath or punishment and being unsure if he really would punish her and if the answer to that were to be yes, she wondered also what form that punishment might take. Either way, she really wanted to taste that snake.

Deftly she unbuckled his belt, drew down the zip to find underneath a pair of black silk boxers. Pulling both down to his knees she almost swooned on seeing his magnificent cock at close quarters. It was hard like the finest oak and at least eight inches in length, but what astounded her most was its massive girth. Rosa didn't think that she would be able to get it into her mouth, certainly not all of it, but she determined to have a damn good try.

Slowly, tentatively she put out her tongue to lick the tip of this monster while her small hand closed around its length to begin gently stroking. Surprisingly, the movement of her fingers up and down its length caused it to grow just that little bit longer and soon she was able to lick the pre-cumm from its tip. Gradually her fingers became faster and without too much of a struggle Rosa found that she could get the whole of that purple, dangerous looking head into her mouth. 

She wondered at the feel of this huge cock, it's silkiness, the vein that stood out along the top, visibly throbbing and the unbelievable heat that came from it. How could it be so hard yet feel so soft?

Pleased now that she could do this, Rosa set about sucking this beautiful creation with love and affection, now she knew that she would be able to please her Master by making him cumm and swallowing his sperm. Her number one priority in her life had now become to please him and she determined to do everything in her power to make this happen, however large or small his wish might be.

As Jack came closer and closer to his own impending climax he moved his hips in time with her, literally fucking her face. This action caused his cock to burrow more deeply with every stroke, bringing the head closer and closer to her throat.

Eventually he hit the opening to Rosa's throat and felt her gag as the massive head tried to burrow in. "Relax your throat bitch or I shall force it in, you will throat my cock."

Hearing theses words Rosa flinched at being called a bitch but fearing his wrath pressed on, demanding that her muscles relax, gradually they did so until able to take the entire gargantuan head in.

"That's better," he cooed at her, "I knew you could do it and with a bit of practice it will become much easier for you."

Now the thrusting became harder and faster, Rosa sucked hard as his cock slid in and out of her mouth wanting him to cumm for her.

"Yes Rosa, that's it, don't stop now, I'm gonna cumm for you," he bellowed. Unbelievably she felt him swell just a little bit more and then with a cry that sounded like a wounded bull elephant the first jet burst from his cock like a fire hose, straight into her throat, the second in her mouth. Jet after jet of hot cumm followed with Rosa avidly striving to swallow every last drop and game girl that she was and so eager to please that she wasted not a drop.

She stood up now, looking him straight in the eye, "Master that was wonderful, you tasted so very different and I didn't waste a drop."

"Down on your knees slave," he answered almost angrily, "I didn't give you leave to stand up, and you never look a Master in the eye, that is one of the worst breaks in etiquette that you can ever be guilty of, it will incur punishment if it happens again. As this is your first time ever as a slave I shall overlook it in this instant, but take care that no such oversight ever occurs again."


Tea Time



It was another of those amazing dinners, at L, this bistro we knew from last year and promised to return when we all would have reason to be in town at the same time. Carla was clearly still in love with him, but since I had a thing for him as well, it didn't really bother me much, particularly given our collective history. I had a bigger thing for Carla, I just couldn't get enough of her, and I really never believed she knew this. We were here at a large foodie conference that she had to attend to promote her restaurant and her new book. I had some free time at home and with my husband away, the kids at college, I decided to tag along. Red coincidentally came to a big art auction this same week and we all agreed to meet for dinner. It wasn't a giant overstuffed meal, but a languid few hours of many interesting small plates and lots of very expensive wine. Carla seemed to fade first, not exactly nodding off, but looking deliciously woozy. 

"I've got to get back to the hotel, I have meetings tomorrow at breakfast, it's late," she said.

Red said he had to meet with a bigshot dealer across the room at the bar for a drink and would we join him at our hotel bar in an hour. I agreed and looked at Carla, who ,while searching my eyes, seemed unsteady on her feet. 

"We'll walk back and see you in an hour," I said. 

At the hotel, a few blocks away through the biting snow, Carla got in the elevator first and pressed our button. She nearly crushed me as she fell into my fluffy coat, unaware of her weightless state. I caught her from behind and drew her tight to me as we ascended. I breathed in the scent of her hair as I held her and whispered,

"It's ok love, we'll get you right to bed, you'll be fine," as I stroked her cheek. 

The doors opened and we walked sloppily down the hall. In our room I threw our coats over the chair and she fell heavily on the large couch, finding comfort in the soft pillows. I went to the bathroom to get her some water. When I returned, I found her pouring two generous glasses of bourbon from the bottle we had opened that afternoon.

"Carla, love, no more, you could hardly walk."

"Oh don't be a prude, Di, you're just worried I'll fall in love with Red because he's here and you know how I feel about him."

"Oh, come oh, don't be a slut, lover, I think by now I know where I stand."

She smiled warmly and handed me a glass, pulling me to the couch. I nearly spilled the liquor as I flopped down beside her. Her hand eased around the back of my neck and pulled me to her, our mouths brushed and our lips touched teasingly. She pulled back and took a long swig, staring at me intensely. She raised herself slowly and gently pushed me down on my back, my head burrowing into the soft cushions, I closed my eyes. I felt her lithely climb over me and felt her lips on mine again, this time stronger, her tongue immediately probing my mouth, a little trickle of bourbon seeping from her. I licked at her tongue and our kissing became hot, beginning to thrash, I just loved kissing this woman, I could go on forever with her dancing tongue. 

Her knee was undulating in my crotch and it felt warm down there, my own world became slightly dizzy. And then her hand was lifting my dark skirt, a little wet from the snow, fingers gently but skillfully curling around my panties, pulling them down. 

"I know you lover, I know your buttons, cunt, watch me, you think I'm drunk?" she swooned at me, kissing me ever more passionately. By now I was crossing the boundary between the sane world and the flesh world of Carla and Diana, that world which glows with the powerful heat and scents of two fiercely naughty and loving women.

My white lace panties were now down my legs, attached only to one ankle, skirt turned up over my waist and she entered my moist slit with her middle finger, tickling its way in. My pink lips, getting wetter by the second, admitted a second finger and the two started dancing a little tango, twisting within my slowly gyrating folds. I pushed into her rhythm, meeting her motion like a synchronized machine and my nerves began flooding with pleasure, my hole opening wider. Her thumb then began pressing my button in circles, sending sensations in a radial pattern, which made their way up my belly and down my thighs. The gyrating soon became desperate and my breathing became short pants and I started moaning into her mouth. 

With each sigh, she drank my mouth and tongue deeper into her inviting kisses and increased her finger activity. I was writhing. The first wave trembled from my womb outward, grasping her fingers into me, to which she responded by adding two more. Now pumping hard, I lost it and started shaking. At that moment, she quickly detached her mouth from mine, withdrew her fingers and slammed her mouth onto my swollen, shaking vulva. Lips enveloping my steaming cunt, I came into her gaping mouth, heaving wetness, scent and fire into her. But she didn't stop, instead this was her starting position. Before I was allowed to slow my motions, her tongue took up and slathered my now slobbering gash, up and down. It traveled each cranny and corner and she sucked hard on my flaps. 

Circling my clit, she then bit it hard, evoking a scream from my throat. But the sensations kept increasing in intensity, oh I was going upward, going higher. She somehow managed to remove my skirt by now and with her free hand was unbuttoning my blouse. Blindly I complied and assisted. Now completely naked and vulnerable, she pushed my legs high above my head and dove into my purse, then tongued me vertically from my clit down to my ass. My brownie was open to her mouth and she circled the delicate rings, layered like a rose. 

My moaning became deep and dirty, "Oh you fuck Carla, go in me, fuck my ass, bitch love!" I quivered in anticipation of her delicious tongue, that mouth I've come to know so well. It didn't disappoint. Her tongue entered slowly, parting the rings, opening them. I was loose and waiting and she went in almost immediately. 

The feeling of your lover's tongue entering your most sacred orifice, your most private hole, is one of ultimate delight; the nastiness of it just added to the tingles that were electrifying my lower body, sending subtle jolts into my pelvis. Now the thick was wedging into my opening, trying to burrow deep. I met her thrusts by pushing my sphincter into her lips, feeling like I was going to dump, but just jamming her tongue as deeply as it would go. She then began spitting her drool into and around my bud, "you taste like a dirty flower, love, I want to eat you forever, open up, slut," she continued her love slobbering.

She withdrew that bewildering mouth and slowly slid an index finger into my wet butt, up to the first knuckle. "Feel that, whore?" she whispered.

"Ummm, Carla, oh, go, go," I couldn't wait.

It went in now quickly all the way and she began her jiggling and twisting, first up to brush the top wall of my breathing rectum, then the bottom, then she punched in me deeper, the finger stabbing my gut. She slid another finger alongside, not waiting this time for slow penetration, but eager to meet my hunger. She was repeating her cunt technique inside my hot bunger.

"I feel something crazy in you, Di, your fudge," and she began to knead her two fingers around, searching for treasure, my ass beginning to fill with the dancing digits. I heaved my rectum down into her pulsating fingers and they popped out. Carla quickly replaced her fingers with her tongue, whose gyrating tip went in and all around with a lewd slurpy sound. Simultaneously she pushed both fingers into my mouth, moaning all the time. I hungrily sucked them in and tasted the chocolate coating, quite thick along her perfect nails. I licked and smelled my shit, my paste brought to me. I cleaned her fingers and slushed the slurry around my mouth. Good as it was, I wanted hers more, I needed her mud.

"Oh Di," she cried, "it's covered with your fucking brown, I love it, push for me, lover, push!" She was lapping up the brown residue along my folds while trying to gain impossible entrance to my pucker. Now slobbering the entire track between cunt and ass, up and down, I was getting dizzy and swimming toward a second orgasm, deep between my womb and my gut, somewhere so deep, it gurgled with anticipation. 

The rise went higher and higher and my tongue traced her fingers, still in my mouth, leaving a film on the insides of my teeth, I bucked my hips high and let out a wail as my ass opened up wide and tried to take in her mouth. As I came, my cunt sloshed some juice onto her chin and my ass heaved out a four-inch log I had no idea was in there, it just slid out.

Carla let it slide into her mouth and as I pumped my explosion she tried to fuck my ass with the turd a few times before it broke, some stuck in my steaming hole, a piece down on the couch, and the rest in her mouth, which she began to chew. Carla moved to climb on my jellied body and began kissing me feverishly, mashing her shit piece into my mouth, 

"This is from your body, doll, taste it, I love you, slut." 

And we mashed and mixed our tongues, saliva and shit, these were kisses of ecstacy that I have little ability to describe. I couldn't wait to service her, my queen, and as soon as I came up for air, my hands were tearing off her clothes. 

Her dress caught her knees and almost ripped but we slid it off in one piece. Her top was much easier and soon she was lying on me, us still making out like a couple of teenagers, lapping up each other's mouths, only with chocolate chunks falling off our lips. I lay back down and positioned that beautiful cunt above my head in my favorite 69 pose. 

Without prelude she sat square on my face, her sodden cunt swallowing up my waiting tongue; all this playtime had moistened her plenty. She moaned gently and forcefully engulfed my mouth with her vag flesh. Gyrating around my chin, a hot stream exploded like a fountain from her dainties, the yellow shooting into me before I can move away. She breathes out deeply with relief as she fills my mouth and it overflows. I try to drink fully as it comes but between my position and the sheer volume, I gag and erupt in a coughing fit, spraying her golden liquid all over the place. 

I lick out the briny wetness and probe her quim as she returns he cunt on my mouth, my tongue finding each of the familiar triggers. It seems like her entire weight is keeping my head on the couch, as she grinds her nethers on my face. I know her flesh so well it is no time before she starts her rise with quickened breathing, "Di, oh Jeez you're so good, go, go, go... Ohhhhh," she whimpers as her come envelopes her. 

When Carla comes like this, it's always the same; she blabbers in a higher pitched moan and raises her cunt, only to crash it down on my mouth several times in the sequence. Her grinding increases and our mouth-cunt sandwich is like a mash of wetness and tingling organs dancing in unison. As she crests, she expertly dives into my own gurgling vijayjay, still trembling from its recent battering. Her orgasm crashes into my mouth and I taste her fishy essence, so ripe and musty, all while her tongue stabs my gash. I meet her lusciousness and suddenly shake as a few fingers unexpectedly ram my starfish. She laps my cunt and pistons my ass with two, then three fingers, suddenly pulling them out and licking them feverishly through her come.

Her cunt is breathing slower now, still slimy on my mouth, but her fingers continue and before I can respond, there are four fingers in my butter hole. Sitting on me is a control thing for her and in our 69 position, she tries to pull my legs back, her trying to lay on my feet, stretching my holes to the ceiling, giving her ass access to the max. Four fingers slam out, replaced by her mouth and she spits furiously in the widened stinker. She tongues her work, and electricity dances all around the shitter.  

The fingers return almost at once, and then, as I then knew to expect, the tucked thumb pushing hard against my resistant tautness. But she doesn't shy away, pushing firmly, me moaning, 

"Carla, love, no, it hurts, it's too big, no, no...," I plead. 

But my lover ignores my pleas and pushes further, folding her thumb in and finally popping the fist in me, 

"Di, it's there, slut. You like that feeling, all shit tight in you. You like that?"

"GGGhhhhhh...ugggg," I moan and blabber in a mix of pain and ecstasy. I begin relaxing as she gently rocks back and forth, pumping it gently in my behind. I am so horny with her sopping cunt still on my mouth and the two of us doing this intimate dance. The rocking gets harder and her pumping gets deeper, going in and out easier with each thrust. 

Now, with her other hand, she flogs my clit and tries to tongue my shimmering red vag; it's almost impossible to contort adequately to meet all physical points we want to taste and touch, but somehow we do, writhing around like the bitches in heat that we were. I feel my bowels absorb each thrust in its entirety, filling me up with a sense of tremendous fullness... in, then out, then in again, repeating each cycle with a deliberate teasing slowness. 

In the middle of this ass pounding, she shifts her cunt position and situates her shiny chocolate eye over my mouth, mushing it down. Embroiled in my contorted anal stretches, I instinctively drink her pucker in, tongue thrashing to search her rim and curves. She responds by heaving downward onto my face and quickening her fisting. I am in both pain and heaven and fear this absolute rhapsody will come to an end soon. Her freshly cored velvet slut door opens to my face, now dilated to the size of a ripe plum, shimmering juicy red on the inside. Her anus is bright and beginning to sing as I deeply tongue it, seeking its fragrance and substance. 

My whole mouth, tongue, tasters, and lips go on autopilot to please her while I concentrate on achieving a full anal orgasm from her deep punching. With each exit my flower grows bigger, exposing more of my shimmering red rim. She tries to lick it when her hand emerges, now coated with chunks of brown, and she attempts re-lubricating the city-state she is conquering. Then the most surprising thing happened. 

Without notice, without nearly a sound, I hear a soft voice, 

"I'll take over from here, Carla, my love. You girls weren't in the bar, I figured you went straight to a fuck-fest... I was right."

Red is naked, his beautiful hard cock longingly pointing high above our love folly. He obviously has been there watching in silence for awhile; no one heard him enter or disrobe. That's Red; very calm, very cool, very sexy and sly. 

He faces Carla, who now, asshole still glued to my mouth, sits up and meets his mouth with hers for a languid kiss. I'm on my back as he pushes my feet back, knees hard against my ears, the base of his turgid blaster alongside my sopping cunt, my now enormous asshole gasping for breath below his sack. The attention Carla has been paying to me shifts to her French kissing this sexy man and I am both jealous and curious as to the next move. 

Without so much as a hesitation to gauge my compliance, he gently pushes his weight on me, readying himself to fuck my swollen ass with his beautiful horn, but unexpectedly, with one hand, he begins to shove his scrotum into my size-XXL bunger. He has little trouble pushing the whole bag into me. This wonderful sex object began ass-fucking me with his nads. An anal teabagging... I'm sure it's never been done. All the while he has not left Carla's mouth, the two of them moaning in ultimate pleasure. 

Then the fun really begins. He moves slowly up and down, trying to hump me with his balls, his hand alongside to keep everything inside. I aggressively dig into her bum hole, tonguing, twisting, and probing and she is shimmying as if on the dance floor, her entire weight sitting on my face. Red's balls are now covered with my residue, the fleshy hairy things now shiny, wet, and brown. His dick still sticking out below their kissing. 

Carla grunts suddenly and my mouth feels her spasm and a hot piece of bittersweet chocolate pushes out into me. I am now growing crazy and just let it in, slowly mashing it with my teeth, tasting her recent meal, tasting her salt, her honey, her soul. Her gut is heaving deeply as I give her the oral enema of her dreams! I feel the turd flatten and squeeze between my tongue and the roof of my mouth as I slide it down around my tonsils. It goes in and more comes, almost choking me. 

His bollocks are deep in me, my ass toward the ceiling, his weight keeping my legs back. Carla releases his mouth and sucks in his hard-on, quickly taking it to her throat. In the most sensual and perhaps even unnatural act of strange sex, Red begins fucking her mouth with his dick while pounding my asshole with his balls at the same time, while my lover empties herself of her fragrant delicious rectal mud into my gaping throat. There are no words to describe the multiple sensations as he ram-fucked my stinkpot.

He pumps her harder and quicker, all our breaths pacing faster and faster and I feel him about to cum, his balls billowing up inside me, filling with his hot sperm ready to shoot. At the last moment, he pulls out of her dripping mouth, and pops his aching rocks out of me. There is little pain, but an immediate vacuum. Still heaving, he burrows his lips in my shitter, licking the slime hole shiny, tonguing it inside and around, hungrily groping my deepest nest with expert care. 

"Diana, I have never expressed my love for you," he murmurs, "but you are a total sex sensation."

I should mention that when my asshole is touched, it ignites my entire gut, whether a kiss, a finger, a dick or anything, and whatever I have seems to come out. If I want to shit, all I have to do is sit on the toilet and gently stroke my wrinkles, touching the spider, and a dump emerges. Even with the log I gave Carla, I had more further up, just waiting to emerge. His crazy asshole attention just turned me loose and I felt an unexpected spasm, then another. 

Before I could move, Carla, feeling abandoned, firmly pushed his head back, and replaced his mouth with hers, back to 69-ing my battered buttercup. My legs were now tightening in a painful cramp, locked in a very uncomfortable position now for what seemed like hours; I had completely ignored the gymnastic pretzel I had been bent into for all this filth play. She deep tongued me, sloppily tasting and titillating every inch she could gain, which was a lot, given the distended enormity of my Betty. Her kisses set me off without any control, and still in this muscle-wrenching position, my thighs, back, and abdomen starting to throb, I let loose a sudden gush of steaming fudge, brown soup bubbling all over my back, pushing her mouth off me. A long withering blast of wind followed. 

The smell was terrible and rough, raw from the innards of human biology, hugely strong but amazingly still sexy. Carla gasped in shock and Red seized the opportunity and plunged his rock solid torpedo into me, penetrating me to the hilt through the muck, covering his balls, the brown sauce pouring everywhere. He was packing my shit cavern, swimming around in its filthy wash

"Squeeze tight Di, I can't feel your insides, it's too big," he moaned, "Make me feel it, oh shit."

I contracted my sphincter the best I could since I had little control after this round of anal abuse.

"Oh yeah, Di, I want to... ugh..ugh," he murmurs and finds Carla's mouth again with his own and they deep tongue each other in a crazed frenzy. 

His explosion rocks the three of us, all feeling every tithering pulse of his cum; he shot and shot and shot, emptying his sacks, sluicing gallons of man cum into my screaming bowels. Red is proudly gasping for air, the life sucked out of him momentarily, the pleasure for all of us too much. 




Tea Time



He remains deep in me as he lovingly kisses and caresses Carla, me watching from below in my dazed state through a haze of ultimate lust. Then I feel the warm wetness filling me. Red is peeing deep inside my intestines, washing me clean from within, a calm satisfaction and relief on his beautiful face, the jet growing stronger and stronger as he regains his bearings. Moving up, he opens up even more, his bladder emptying into my hammered rectum. He is bursting me and without any control, I cannot take anymore and reflexively eject him. The pee arcs over our bodies for a brief moment and I drop my legs finally on the bed, relieving my muscle tension and watch in glee as he shoves the half-hard squirter back into Carla's shit encrusted mouth, which receives it warmly. She slurps with thirst and greedily receives everything he gives, swishing it loudly, gurgling. He finishes his drain into her and she swallows every drop, that love bitch of mine. 

Carla, overwhelmed by this last gift, grinds her cunt back onto my face and comes a graceful climax, packing my mouth with her absolutely delectable girl cream, briny and fresh, scented all over with her wonder shit. The violent rocking of our three interfucking loosens a final chocolate lump which softly worms onto my wet lips tongue curling around it. I savor the depth and aroma tingling with bitterness. I'm still gasping for breath, my come down beginning to slow everything down a notch. 

But lovely filthy Carla still not content, she returns a final time to my assaulted and tortured mudpie. Not aggressively, seeing the raw damage up close, she lovingly purses her lips around the bloated rings, and forming a vacuum, sucks Red's come out, seeking his ooze. I help by gently bearing down and pushing out. A soft wet slurpy sound emits, joined by a burst of gas and a splattering of brownish dribble. My Carla takes it all, continuing to tongue around and inside each flesh ridge to get her fill of Red's gunk. My tube is now pushed almost inside out, gleaming pink in the dim light. 

Red breathes a quiet contented sigh and wraps his arms around my legs, bringing my quim to his mouth. Carla rejoins my mouth and shares her bounty, a fresh bundle of thick man-come, mixed with her saliva and my shit, our tongues and lips mash it together and we swallow in tandem. Oh do I love her so, this fudge fairly goddess.



Tea Time for Binny



I think I had always been in love with Aunt Trina, she with the hair so black and eyes so piercing. She had always been beautiful. Only two years older than I, we got to be close as kids even though I was the bratty nephew. Sometimes people thought we were brother and sister, we were that close. She was fun to be with, and we never, ever fought. We chased each other around the block on our bikes for fun. I could never beat her, not with those long legs of hers, but man how I tried! Sometimes I could almost catch her, get within a couple of yards of those pumping legs and that beautiful long, flowing, hair, and then she would turn and look at me, a huge smile on her mischievous face and those legs would peddle harder leaving me far behind to wonder where she got all that energy.

We attended the same high school, my mom's sister and I. Sometimes Aunt Trina would see me in the hallways between classes, grab me from the flow of traffic and give me a big hug, planting a quick kiss on my lips and then taking me by the hand, we went to class together. Her forth-period classroom was right next to mine. She would hug me again before ducking into her assigned room leaving me to go on the extra twenty feet to mine. I loved it when she hugged me, she felt so good in my arms, her long hair smelled sweet, and her well-developed body firm in the right places, which was every place! Every now and again I noticed one or two of the senior boys looking like they wanted to rip me apart for being with her. That's when I made it a point to sing out, "Bye Aunt Trina!" That seemed to satisfy them. Kept me from getting my sophomore ass kicked for dating a hot senior girl. That sort of thing wasn't supposed to happen back then. Sophomore boys could date freshmen girls, or maybe the occasional junior, but that's about it. Never a senior, those were for seniors only, or for the college guys. That's the way it was. Of course that rule has changed now, even the teachers date the students these days, but that's another story for another time.

Anyway, Aunt Trina graduated high school, I got my drivers license, and we got together every once in a while for a movie or a concert somewhere. We talked about everything, including girlfriends and boyfriends and how far we went with them. She gave me advice on what to do to get a girl to like me, how to treat her once I had her, everything a horney high school kid needs to win over that hot, sexy cheerleader. I had the inside track from Aunt Trina. The best thing was that after our talks, Trina always kissed me goodnight. I never knew why she did it, but I never once complained. Yah, we talked about sex, at least a little anyway. Nothing too detailed, mind you, but we both got the idea, and there was always just the hint of sexual tension there between us. Not something you could put a finger on, so to speak, but you know, a little heat where there wasn't any just minutes before. The most disturbing thing she told me was that she wasn't really my aunt, not a blood aunt anyway. It seems my granddad married a woman several years younger than he after grandma died, and she had a daughter from her earlier marriage, Trina. It was something I never knew about, but Trina did, and she had no problem telling me about it. Somehow that made it easier for me to be in love with her. Still, I didn't dare tell Aunt Trina. It just didn't seem right that I should be in love with her, even knowing the truth like I did.

That following year, Aunt Trina went to college. Not the local state college, one on the other side of the damn country. I lost my best buddy. It's not like I was lost without her, but I did feel like I was more alone when I wanted to confide in someone about, well, personal stuff. With no brothers or sisters to talk to, I felt more alone than ever before. I dated, even managed to date the hot cheerleader from the sophomore class as a junior. She was hot too, long, thick blond hair, big beautiful blue eyes, fantastic legs, and the most perfect round breasts I had ever had the pleasure to fondle through a sweater. That was as far as she would ever let me go with her. She planned to stay a virgin until her wedding night. I agreed to that, because I wanted to keep seeing her, but I gotta tell you, I had the worst case of "blue balls" in the history of that school. I also had the hottest girl in school too, so that sort of made up for it. The long and short of it was that I was still a virgin too. All the way through high school. Surprised? Yah, me too. It seemed that all my friends were getting laid, and to hear them talk, with every girl in the school. Including my All American Cheerleader Girl, which I knew was crap since we were still dating and I knew she wasn't "putting out" for anybody. Still, there was a bit of truth in all that bragging, I knew that for a fact since my buddy Jerry and his girlfriend got caught doing the horizontal hula under the bleachers after one memorable football game. She got pregnant from that little bit of fun and they got married to make an "honest woman" out of her. The baby died a few days after birth and they ended up hating each other. Their marriage wound up in the crapper after a year and a half. That was kind of sad because they really were meant for each other, and made a great couple.

None of that seemed to matter to me though. Since I'd never had it, I didn't know for sure what I was missing. And did I tell you I was still talking with Aunt Trina? Not like every day, but still pretty regularly, on the phone, until we discovered the computer. Then it was more. The e-mails fairly flew back and forth, especially after I took up with the smokin' hot cheerleader. I had a job after school and on weekends that was pretty flexible so I could still date some, and go out for sports. It paid well, for the time, so I was doing okay. Despite the All American Cheerleader Girl, I still missed Aunt Trina.

Graduation came, and Cheerleader Girl went off to some exclusive girl's college in the east. Two weeks later I got the inevitable "We can always be friends..." letter. I decided to go into the military, spent three years in the Army learning how to find the best whores, how to drink like a fish, and raise general hell. Did two years of college, between whores, as well. Oh, and some military stuff that nobody paid much attention to. Yup, you caught that, didn't you? I finally got laid by an almost cute girl from Mexico working some of the better hotels in San Antonio, Texas. My buddies even paid for it once they found out I was a virgin. They laughed for a week when they found out, and then took me to town and "rented" the most decent looking clean prostitute they could find for me. It was like an instantly addictive drug. My reason for being suddenly changed. Finding that sweet pussy became my goal. It was what I thought of on a pretty consistent basis from morning to night. Not that it did me much good, usually. The really decent looking W.A.C.s on post typically dated officers, even though they weren't supposed to, so that left the talent from town for the most part. We went through quite a few while I was there, but it was usually only on weekends so we were limited that way.

My tour in the military ended without me getting killed or otherwise being physically or mentally fucked up in any major way. With nothing better to do, and an Army taught skill that seemed marketable, I went back home. After dropping my bags in my old room, hugging Mom and Dad, and ceremonially burning one of my leftover uniforms, I went to find Aunt Trina. It was a nice, warm, summer day and so I decided to just walk there. Kind of a holdover from Army training , I guess, but at least I didn't have a forty pound pack on my back. Since we still kept in touch, I knew she had a boyfriend she was kind of serious about and I knew she didn't live with him. She lived in a nice condominium on the other side of town, and without even calling to tell her I was home yet, I rang her doorbell. It was just past noon when I got there, and I don't know if she was waiting for her boyfriend or what, but when she opened the door she was wearing the sheerest, pale blue, baby-doll nighty I have ever had the extreme pleasure of seeing on a woman before or since. Trina stepped back just a half of a step, realized it was me, half shouted "Davie, you're home!" grabbed my arm and all but dragged me inside, and kicked the door shut. She threw her arms around me and kissed me like she never had before, driving her tongue deep into my mouth. There was no way I was going to let this opportunity go to waste, so I wrapped my arms around her low, easing my arms up her back as we kissed, pulling that nighty almost to her chest. It wasn't much below her hips when it was where it was supposed to be. I knew she didn't care about that since her hips ground into mine as we kissed, and those magnificent breasts pressed into my chest like two bullets. My cock was a hard pole by this time and I could feel her moan as it ground into her stomach. It seemed she liked what she felt. Actually, that's what she told me when she was done sucking the tonsils out of my throat.

"Nice, Davie," she said, moving her hand to my crotch, stroking that beast in my pants. "I think we need to put that tool you got there to work." Then she began to unbutton my shirt, running her soft hands over my chest.

My hands weren't just sitting at my sides like a proper nephew either, they were up and under that pretty nighty, happily feeling those firm, beautiful breasts, rolling her hard nipples and feeling her chest thrust out to my touch. Just about the time I was really getting into the feel of those beautiful breasts, Trina started yanking that shirt down my arms. Once she got that off of me, she went for the pants, and her mouth went back to cover mine. How she managed to grind those firm hips into mine and still unfasten my jeans, I don't know. But she did, and had her tongue down my throat again too. Trina was the sexiest woman I had ever been with, outside of the All American Cheerleader Girl, but like I said before, Cheerleader Girl didn't ever, and wasn't now, getting naked with me, so that made Trina number one on the very short list of sexiest women. 

Just as she got my jeans unfastened I took the opportunity to slide that filmy nighty off of her. As knockout gorgeous as she was with that sexy nighty on, she was stop your heart, drop you dead beautiful without it. Once I caught my breath, I told her so, and she actually blushed a little. Trina never blushed.

"So why didn't we do this years ago when I first wanted to get my hands on you?" I asked as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of my jeans.

"Because you never asked, dear nephew, and because at fifteen years old you wouldn't have been able to keep your big mouth shut about it and my shady, at best, reputation would have been totally shot to hell." 

"You're probably right there," I replied. "I may not be able to now either." I said that just as she pulled down the jeans and followed them to her knees in front of me.

"Now, I don't much care, but then it made a difference to me," she said, and then took my waving cock into her incredibly soft, sucking mouth. I wrapped my hands full of that luxurious hair of hers that she had dyed auburn, and began force-feeding my pole into her throat. Instead of gagging on me, or backing away and punching me in the nuts, Trina took it happily, groaning with pleasure, while her tongue licked at my balls. Now, I have to admit to being fairly well endowed, not hung like the proverbial porn star horse, but not like a six year old either. "Old Bob" is about eight inches, give or take a smidgen, and I've never been with a woman who was ever able to take the whole darn thing into her throat. A couple of them tried, but none ever did, until Aunt Trina. I can't begin to describe how fucking sweet it was watching my cock slide in and out of that mouth, listening to her groan with pleasure as it eased down her throat, slurping like she wanted more. I knew it wasn't going to take much of that kind of attention to make me explode like Old Faithful, so I tried backing out of her. Besides, I really wanted to bury myself in her oh so sweet vagina, wrap my arms around that tight body, and feel those hard nipples stabbing me in the chest. Trina wasn't having any of that. She gripped my ass cheeks tight with her fingernails, and very gently bit the bottom of my skewering pole, shaking her head no. What the hell, I just went back to head fucking her. She liked that, it seemed, 'cause she stopped biting and let me stroke those beautiful lips. Long, deep, strokes.

Like I said before, I knew it wasn't going to take long, and it didn't. I remember grunting out the name of some ancient Roman deity, gripping her hair tighter and pulling that fantastic sucking mouth into my hips while my cock swelled and began pumping her throat full of cum. Some women I'd been with didn't seem to like swallowing cum, didn't like the taste, or the feel of it, or whatever, but that wasn't Trina. Her dark eyes closed in ecstasy, her fingernails raking the back of my legs and she seemed to suck even harder on my rod as it pumped the sticky fluid into her belly. Even after I stopped, she continued to suck me as though to be sure she got it all.

"Now that's what I call a welcome home," she said, scraping a drop of cum that had trickled down her chin with her finger, licking it off eagerly. "You know, I really did miss having you around, Davie. I've been wanting to do this to you since just after I went to college."

"I guess that's fair," I said, "I've wanted to do this with you since I was twelve and walked around with a perpetual hard-on for you."

"Ohhhh, you're so sweet!"

Yah, sweet," I said, scooping her off the floor and into my arms. "Which way to the bedroom?"

"Not so fast, big boy! I expect you to fuck your way to the bedroom. On every piece of furniture, and on every floor until we get there. The hallway is done. The living room is next with a couch, and two chairs, plus the floor. Get the idea? You're going to be here a while."

I didn't argue with her. In fact, I found the couch right away, set her down and bent her over it. She spread her legs wide and pulled her ass cheeks apart.

"Pick a hole and fill it," she said. "I'm up for anything you feel like doing, unless it calls for whips or something like that, 'cause I really don't like being beat up."

I had my hands on her hips by now, sliding my rapidly inflating cock up and down the smooth valley of her tight ass. She reached back and grabbed it, rubbed the tip up and down just inside her dripping pussy, then pointing the head at the entrance to her puckered anus, urging it in, pulling at the shaft. I didn't need any more encouragement than that. I pride myself on being a quick learner, and being able to figure things out for myself. I leaned forward and gently pushed the tip of my prick into her sweet ass, feeling the exquisite tightness of her bottom hole as it squeezed my aching prick. I could feel her flesh give way to me as I urged my cock deeper and deeper into her well, never stopping, feeling her squirm beneath me.

"Oh, Davie," she moaned, "That hurts so fucking good! Please don't stop, don't ever fucking stop!" She began to raise and lower herself on the balls of her feet, trying to drive me deeper into her, but I wouldn't let her. I matched Trina's movements, only letting my cock slide into her a little at a time, making her beg for it, making her want it more. I grabbed the shaft of my prick just so she wouldn't suddenly jerk back at me and ram the whole thing into her. I tried twirling it around a little inside her and decide that wasn't a good idea. It felt too good, and I wanted this to last a very long time, like maybe 'till the end of the week! So, with her squirming, groaning, and squealing, I continued to slowly feed my pulsing cock into that oh so sweet ass until after about five or ten minutes I felt my balls touch her dripping cunt lips. She felt it too; I know she did because she ground her ass into my hips, damn near raising me off the floor, trying to get every last bit of cock into her.

That's when I began pulling back out of her, very quickly, and then shoved back into her, hard, ramming her beautiful hips into the back of the couch. Then I did it again, and again, all the while she's begging me to fuck her harder, deeper, telling me she wants to feel my cock in her throat. Trina clutched at the cushions of the couch and I thought she was going to rip the upholstery, all the while grinding her hairless cunt against the fabric. I gripped a swinging breast with one hand and reached down her hard belly, rubbing her clit with the other. I knew she had climaxed so many times she had lost count. I knew it because she kept telling me she was cuming every time she did, and she said it a lot. Well, not so much telling me as screaming out the fact every few seconds. I didn't know who her neighbors were, but I was pretty sure they knew she was cuming too. Somehow that didn't seem to matter very much at the time. Anyway, I prided myself on always trying to be a good nephew, so when Aunt Trina begs me to fuck her harder, I tried to give it my all, but a guy can only take so much of even the finest ass fucking at that pace, and after only a half hour of steady bottom banging I could feel my cock begin to swell for the second time and another load of sperm laden liquid began to spew into her bowels while I gripped her body tightly against mine.

We both collapsed onto the floor, panting like marathon runners after a race, my cock still buried in that fantastic ass while her hole clutched, pulsing, at my staff. It's like she couldn't get enough of it.

"Does this count as the floor fuck?" I asked, still panting.

"No. Chair next."

"Rest."

"No. Fuck me or I tell your mother you're doing her little sister."

"Bitch."

"We've got twelve years of fucking to make up for, and you aren't leaving my pussy to itch for you until we do."

Like I said before, I don't argue with Trina. I pulled out of that butter soft ass and rolled her over, picked her up again and carried her to the chair. Then out of pure meanness, put her shoulders onto the floor, back to the chair, and her bottom on the cushions, legs spread wide in the air. That's when I discovered that despite what Auntie wanted, there was no way she was going to get it without a rest of some kind. She saw my limp prick and started to giggle. What the hell, so did I. It really was kind of silly, her in that really nasty position, and me with a limp dick. Trina slid off the chair and lay next to me while I sat on the floor, both of us giggling like kids

. 

"I think we beat the poor thing to death," she said, grinning.

"Maybe we can coax it back to life in a little while," I said, wrapping my arms around her tightly. She squirmed in my arms, her hips grinding into mine as she lay on top of me stroking my longish hair. Instinctively, I brought her head close to mine and eased my tongue into her fabulous mouth. She moaned quietly as we kissed, sending shivers throughout my body, and it seemed, throughout hers as well.

"I can't believe how much in love with you I am," said Trina softly.

I looked at her as though she had just kicked my nuts out. I never knew she felt that way about me. I had always thought it was pretty one-sided on my part that she had some guy she was serious about and I was just a diversion for her to play with. This could change everything, and that was a problem. As a play-toy, I figured I could get away with whatever I wanted and there would be no consequences, unless of course I went too far at some point and pissed her off. Then the fun would be over and I would just have to find another warm pussy to play with. While inconvenient, it wouldn't be the first time that had happened. The problem was, of course, she had said she was in love with me. Maybe it was just the passion of the moment, and maybe not. The trick was to find out without embarrassing her.




Tea Time for Binny



"You know I have always been in love with you, Trina," I said.

"I know. But what's worse, I encouraged it. I always thought we were destined to be together, ever since we were kids. Figure it out, Davie, what aunt mouth-kisses her nephew in high school, and then fucks him silly when he gets home from the Army, unless she's telling him and the world she wants him? Or weren't you paying attention?"

I thought about that for a few seconds, until the light of realization in my head came on.

"Maybe I wasn't paying the right kind of attention. More concerned with just being with you than what your feelings really were for me. It just never crossed my mind that you would feel the same for me as I felt for you."

"Dumbass," she said, covering my mouth again with hers, shoving that sweet, searching tongue inside to tantalize me. "You seem to be paying the right kind of attention now, lover," she said, referring to the fact that my prick was that very minute wriggling up between her thighs on its never ending search for some warm, moist cavern in which to hide. Trina spread her legs apart, positioning her dripping cunt over the head of my insistent cock. With a smile on her face, she sat up, jamming herself onto my pole, rocking back and forth on my thighs. It felt like she was going to tear it off of me. Like I said before, Trina always had a lot of energy. She flung her head back, that beautiful long hair brushing my legs, a look of pure lust on her face. I took a perfect round breast in each hand, gently squeezing her hard nipples between my fingers. She gripped my calves for balance and began to raise and lower herself on my cock, her vaginal muscles squeezing my shaft tightly while we both moaned in delight.

"Oh shit, this is good!" she groaned, "Fuck me, fuck me hard, Davie! Cum inside me, fill my pussy with your cum!" 

Her hips became a blur as she slammed her bottom onto my thighs, flesh on flesh, sounding like applause for a beautiful sexual performance. Trina's grunts and moans coming faster and louder as she reached orgasm after orgasm while I watched, in fascination, her beautiful face contorting with pleasure, the perspiration glistening on her body. Hot, sweaty sex is the best, I always say, the way your bodies slide together on that film of moisture is very sensual. The sweat rolled down her body in a little stream between her breasts, the very essence of her streaming toward her belly. I caught a drop on one finger and tasted it, that essence of Trina's passion. It was salty, but sweet. Musky. It tasted of her lust and it was quite an aphrodisiac. My cock seemed to get even harder as I tasted drop after drop of the heady water that poured from her body, and in my clouded mind I found myself believing I could live on that water.

My hips began jerking upwards, pounding into the body above me, my fingers clutching at Trina's thighs as though I were holding on for dear life, fearful of disappearing completely, forever inside this fabulous woman. Really weird kinds of thoughts seem to race through my mind, the closer I get to climax, as though my cock really is doing the thinking, like women say they do. Who knows, maybe they're right on some level. I mean, think about it; as sweet as it sounds, a man couldn't actually survive crawling up and living inside a beautiful woman's vagina. Where would you hang the plasma TV? What about the refrigerator for the beer, the coffee pot? Besides, no woman is going to allow you to smoke inside her pussy now, is she? It just wouldn't look right; smoke pouring out between her labia. People would talk. It's just not practical.

Where was I? Oh yah, I remember. Slamming hips, sweaty bodies, and Trina's shrieks of pleasure as she climaxes. Anyway, by this time I can't hold back any longer myself, and I do a quick sit-up, grab Trina's body and lay back down onto the floor while my cock literally explodes inside her. I can feel the cum gushing into her sucking cunt, can feel her muscles pull on my cock, drinking the fluids squirting into her body while she grinds her pelvis onto mine, taking me as far into her as she can. Again, we both call on those ancient gods of pleasure and passion, thanking them for their gift of raging lust as we climax, our brains full of endorphins, or whatever the hell it is that makes our heads erupt with pleasure. That's what makes for really good sex, making each other feel that supreme pleasure, knowing you made her climax, and her knowing she made you climax. It's more than just getting off, much more. A woman can "get off" with a twenty-inch dildo, and a guy with a handy vacuum cleaner. It just isn't the same as really great sex, is it? Again, I digress. Sorry.

Trina collapsed on top of me like a limp rag, her pussy still clutching my cock, squeezing from time to time, actually keeping me semi-hard.

"Why don't you just move in with me? It would save you from having to walk here every day."

"I couldn't handle you every day, Trina."

"Oh yes you could. I'll make you want me so bad you'll be here twice a day."

"I already do want you that bad. I just don't think I could keep up with your appetite."

"What? This? This is just a little morning snack. Wait until I really get horney, lover. There'll be vibrating things sticking out of every orifice, straps, chains, whatever comes to hand."

Trina scared me with that, to tell you the truth, because frankly it was impossible to tell if she was serious, and I wasn't too awfully sure she wasn't serious. Then again, really nasty dirty sex can be fun too, even though I had no actual experience with "tie 'em up, gag 'em, and jam things into 'em," kind of sex, it did sort of sound interesting. Scary, because of Trina's energy level for these things, but interesting. I noticed she wasn't grinning, or otherwise giving away anything concerning whether she was serious, and the more I thought about it the less scary the idea became, until finally, I was getting turned on by the idea of rough, nasty sex with sweet Aunt Trina. I must have begun to smile at the thought, and she picked up on that, because she grinned back and whispered in my ear; "I'm going to make Jell-o out of you, and I expect you to do the same to me. I can't wait."

"What's mom going to say if I were to move in with you?"

"I'll tell her I'm keeping an eye on you, keeping you out of trouble."

"And you think she's going to buy that line of shit for more than ten minutes?"

"She will if she sees you have your own room and a picture of some nice girl on your night-stand."

"Where am I going to get one of those if I'm spending all of my time on top of you?"

"I'll find one for you, don't worry. She won't be cute enough to make you want to do her, but good enough to fool your mom, and that's all that counts."

My god, she was serious about this. All of it, I could see it in those blazing eyes.

"What about Brendan?" That was her boyfriend, the one she was so serious about.

"That douche bag is history, a month ago. I didn't want to tell you before since I knew you were coming home and didn't want you to be upset for me. You always took shit like that so seriously. Besides, it was mostly my fault anyway that it didn't work out between us."

"Threaten to turn him into Jell-o and he got scared?"

"Something along those lines, but not quite on the mark. Better you don't ask."

"So I guess there's no reason I shouldn't at least give it a try." I couldn't believe the look on her face as I said this. It was as if she had just won a stuffed bear at the county fair. She jumped back on top of me and started kissing me again, wriggling her body all over mine. Oh crap, here we go again! "Old Bob" was waving his approval, struggling once again between those beautifully formed thighs.

"Time to change scenery," said Trina, rolling off of me and struggling to her feet. "Come on! Let's visit the kitchen." She put two of her kitchen chairs close together, hopped up on the dining table and put a dainty foot on the seat of each chair. "All yours, Davie," she said, "Do what you like."

So I did, getting down on my knees before that naked pussy and began licking at her marvelous clit. I knew she hadn't expected that, nor was she going to expect what was coming. For now she was happy enough, grabbing my head, pulling my face tightly into her. I nibbled at her firm labia, raking her clit with my teeth, biting at it ever so gently. Both of her hands were full of my hair, and she was pulling on me so hard I was fairly certain I was going to have a couple of bald spots when we were through. She thrust those strong hips into my face, which sort of hindered my game a little, but it didn't seem to matter to Trina. I just kept sucking at her, swallowing the juices she produced. Yes, I know what you're thinking; juices hell, it's his own stuff! Ever notice that you don't think of shit like that during sex? Or if you do, it doesn't matter? So don't judge. 

So anyway, Trina's hot little pussy is singing happy songs of climax, and "Old Bob" is demanding to have his fun again, so I get back to my feet again and lay Trina down on to the table so her head is at the other side, and just barely hanging off the edge. Just what I wanted. I casually walked to the other end of the table, brushed the head of my cock across her lips and said; "Open wide." Trina smiled a little and complied, opening her mouth as wide as she could. I eased my prick between her lips and was rewarded by feeling her suck hard on the skewering shaft as it searched again for her sweet, sucking throat. I decided I could give as good as I got, so I took her head in my hands and began to fuck her mouth hard, and I was surprised when she didn't put up any kind of protest as I pounded her throat. The first time, she had been in control, but now it was me in control, and she had nowhere to escape. In fact, she seemed to like that. She gripped the edge of the table, spreading her legs wide while she moaned on each out stroke. I could see her hips thrust, as though she were being vaginally fucked, and it was quite erotic. I think she sometimes enjoyed being used like a common whore.

I knew if I kept this up it wouldn't be long before I'd climax, and that would be too easy, so I pulled out of that ultra-sweet sucking mouth of hers and went back to the other side of the table. I aimed my now wet cock at her cunt and slid inside. Trina sat back up and wrapped those long legs around my waist, locking me inside her. I could feel her vaginal muscles ripple, pulling at my rod, milking it, fucking me without any hip movement whatsoever.

"You're very talented," I said, sweat dripping on her floor.

"You have no fucking idea," she returned simply.

I grabbed her by the waist and lifted her off of the table, holding each other tightly, I stood with my hands under her firm ass raising and lowering her onto my well worked prick, feeling her hard nipples rake my chest.

"I'll give you exactly two hours to stop doing that," she breathed.

"Tease!"

"Besides, we still have two rooms to initiate, not counting the bathrooms."

I had a feeling I wasn't going to make it through the day. Trina was going to drain me of all bodily fluids and leave my dried shell on the street for the trash guys to pick up on Tuesday. That was the picture I was getting in my head as I set her down on her feet again and led her to the kitchen sink. I turned her to face the sink and pushed her forward while sinking my cock back into that warm, moist pussy. I kneaded her ass cheeks like bread dough, luxuriating in the feel of that firm bottom, never wanting to leave that incredible body, always wanting to be inside her. That was the last thing I remember thinking before I could feel my cock swell, and the stars began exploding inside my head as I climaxed. I could feel the cum spurting into her, could feel her vagina milking it from my body, could feel her body stiffen and then shudder as she climaxed too.

"I think I'm done, Trina," I said as we sat on the livingroom chair, holding her in my lap. 

"I know. I think I am too," she smiled. "I'm not lubricating anymore. Then it starts to just hurt. I've got some nice oils we can use if you decide you want to play some more. Sometimes they make a bit of a mess, but I don't care if you still want to fuck me. It feels so good when you're inside of me, I just love it."

Another flash of my dried out husk of a body laying at the curb on Tuesday morning went through my brain. Then I heard my mouth say that the oils sounded like fun. Trina went to her bedroom and came back three minutes later, her legs in white nylons, high heels on her feet, with a little bottle of oil in one hand which she opened and dipped a finger into, and then another. Spreading her legs apart as she stood before me, she inserted the fingers into her cunt, spreading the oil around inside her. A third finger dipped into the oil traced the ointment onto her labia. Switching the bottle to the other hand she dipped a finger deep into the oil, and then turned away from me, allowing me to watch as she inserted the finger deep into her anus, pushing it in and pulling it out several times as though to thoroughly lubricate that fantastically tight hole.

"You can't be fucking serious!" I said, looking down at my crotch. But sure enough, "Old Bob" was alive and well. Not quite as stiff as he had been for the past five hours, but enough to use.

"I figured you still had some life in you, Davie."

Trina reached down and pulled a nine-inch dildo out of the band of her stocking. I hadn't noticed it before, being intent on what her fingers were doing. She poured a drop or two of the oil onto the sex toy and spread it over the business half of the smooth object that look surprisingly like "Old Bob", and then handed it to me.

"You pick the hole you want to use, and put this into the other one."

By now, the little fucker was as hard as a rock again as I took her by the waist and spun her around, sitting her onto my lap, easing my cock into her well lubricated anus as I lowered her. She leaned back into my arms and I gently slid the oily toy deep into her pussy. Trina grasped my hand forcing the dildo even deeper into her body until it disappeared inside her.

"Now, don't move," she said with a little groan. "We can talk for a while. It'll take your mind off of your big, beautiful cock being in my happy little ass for a bit."

"I get the distinct feeling that you really like sex, a lot."

"No, really?"

"That's not the Aunt Trina I remember."

"Aunt Trina discovered sex in college from a very good lover who taught me what sex could really feel like. So many of the girls I hung around with said sex was overrated and wasn't that much fun, but this guy made me a believer. I've been a fan ever since."

"Do I ask who that guy was?"

"Professor. Married, of course."

"Fuck you over, did he?"

"No. I knew it going in. I just didn't care. I wanted him, and he wanted me. It wasn't love, Davie, it was never about that. It was sex. Down, and very dirty sex. That's all it was."

"Miss him?"

"Not anymore," she said, giving my cock a healthy squeeze with her rectal muscles.

"I'm glad. I'd hate to think I was screwing you to the floor while you were thinking about some tweed-coated old fart in black socks and boat shoes."

"Now there's a mental picture that may not go away for a while! He was nothing like that. Don't worry. You are the one in my life now, and it's you I'll be thinking of when you're gone to work and I need to stuff something into myself."

Trina began to rub her nylon-covered legs up and down my legs. I loved that feeling. I also liked the feeling of her ass bouncing up and down in my lap, that oil lubricating her anus making my cock slide so easily in and out of her willing body.

"Don't cum yet, Davie. I want us to be this way for a long time. Just hold me tight. It feels so fucking good."

"Yes it does, it surely does," I replied.

Trina reached over and picked up the telephone that sat on the table next to the chair, dialed a number and waited a bit for an answer.

"Hi Binny," she said, in a perfectly normal phone voice.

You're talking to my mother on the phone? Now? With my cock up your ass, you're talking to my mother?

"Yes, he's here. Yes, he has grown up, hasn't he? He's been such a help around here in the short time he's been here, going from room to room doing things I just can't do. Binny, the reason I called was to invite you over for tea, yes, some of that really nice tea I got from England. I wanted to discuss having David move into that spare room with me. You know how I've been lately with Brendan stalking me like he was and all of that. Yes, that's just what I was thinking too." She put her hand over the mouthpiece so mom wouldn't hear and said, "Binny says you've become such a rock." 

"You'll come over then? Great. Tomorrow at tea time? See you then."

END

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WDX



Just My Cup Of Tea



Mum grew up in WWII England at a time when everything was rationed, which of course resulted in a flourishing black market. This was fine for those with money, but her dad was just an ordinary working stiff, and her Mum was a housewife and mother. 

One day in early puberty, I saw something that changed my perception of her completely. I don't remember the reason, but I was on my hands and knees looking for something under Mum and Dad's bed. It was one of those big wrought iron beds with exposed springs underneath, and in the shadows I noticed something hanging from the springs on Dad's side. A closer look revealed it to be a freshly used condom, presumably from the night before, and Dad had clearly forgotten to dispose of it before he left for work that morning. 

I knew about sex of course, or at least I thought I did, but like most kids it had simply never occurred to me that my own parents did 'it', but from then on I never again saw my Mum in quite the same light. Needless to say, Mum being Mum, she did what all mothers do and covered up whenever I was around.

When I was eleven I passed the exams to attend the high school where Mum was a teacher. Fortunately for me I was never in her classes, so none of the other kids saw the connection, other than remarking that we had the same surname. Something I hadn't expected was the way many of the older boys made lewd remarks about the lady teachers. It did annoy me a little when my Mum was referred to in such terms, but I soon got used to it, and at the same time I felt secretly proud that she was so attractive. 

There was one particular bully boy who was always trying to big note himself, and I came close to fighting with him a couple of times when I thought he was overstepping the mark, except that he was way too big for me to handle. On one occasion, a bunch of us were standing around in the schoolyard, and as usual the subject came round to sex. We all listened enviously when one said he spied on his older sister and her boyfriend once. Needless to say another boy had to go one better, and claim he had barged into the bathroom when his Mum was washing herself. Of course everyone wanted to know if he saw anything, but before he could say, the bully boy chimed in by boasting about his own mum. We all knew what he was like, so we all laughed, which only made him more defensive. That was when he said what almost made me smash him in the mouth. The only thing that saved him was that he didn't realise how ridiculous he sounded to all of us. 

According to him, my Mum, Mrs. Harris, had singled him out to help her tidy the stock room one day after school. He went on to say something about pink panties. Even though he was aware that we all knew it was all in his imagination, he tried to become a lot more graphic, but the way we were all laughing at him shut him up. Out of respect for my Mum I won't go into detail, except to say that 'filthy slut' was about the mildest term used. As soon as he stopped talking, he realised he had gone too far. Some of the guys became really angry, and told him to shut his filthy mouth, because in those days teachers were held in the highest esteem. There were teachers who may not be popular with some students, but every one of them was respected, so to even hint that one would act improperly was not only preposterous, but the gravest possible insult. It was tantamount to telling a guy his mother or sister was a prostitute.

I was so incensed that I almost blurted out that Mrs. Harris was my Mum, so I knew for a fact that whatever he was implying was a bald faced lie. Such a disclosure would raise questions which I most certainly did not want to answer. It was quite feasible that a boy might catch a glimpse of his mother, when dressing or showering or whatever, but saying so meant that questions would be asked. In the teenage mind, this might imply that I had seen more than I should, but I was not about to say one way or the other. 

This would show her in a bad light, and since teenage boys are as bad as girls when it comes to embroidering and spreading scandalous gossip, it wouldn't take long for word to reach other teachers. More questions would be asked, and If Mum was even suspected of interacting inappropriately with a minor, especially her son, police would be called and Mum would lose her job, or worse still have to answer the accusations in court. Regardless of the outcome, mud sticks, and Mum would have lost the respect of staff and students. Fortunately a couple of boys who were bigger and braver than me, told the bully outright that he had crossed the line, and in future he was to stay away from our group.

When I was nineteen, I injured my leg playing football, and needed surgery. In the hospital I hit it off with one of the nurses, a beautiful brunette named Andrea, and after I was discharged we started dating. Less than a year later we married and I left home. We had only been married fourteen months, when Dad succumbed to the lung disease that had seen him pensioned off from the armed services. It was a difficult time for Mum, being without the man she had married when she was only sixteen and heavily pregnant, and she found it hard to cope on her own. She was becoming more despondent every day, and when I suggested that she make her three bedroom government house available for a young family, in exchange for a small easy to maintain bedsitter, she reluctantly agreed. 

The move proved to be a catalyst, because although she never stopped mourning Dad's passing, away from the ghosts and memories she began to regain her old zest. 

Her new place was not far from where I was living, so I dropped in for a cup of tea and a chat several times a week after work, and to check she was OK. When she was in her early to mid forties she started having chest problems, so I convinced her to see her doctor. Three weeks later she was admitted to hospital for a coronary bypass. After she was discharged, I brought her home with me, so that my wife Andrea and I could monitor and manage her recovery, but within six months she began yearning for her independence. Against my better judgement I agreed to let her move back into her flat, although I insisted on keeping up my visits.

Some months later during one of these visits everything changed. She was now fully recovered, and we were sitting chatting over our customary cups of tea, and I had just broken the news that I was to become a father. As they had so often, my eyes were drawn to the slowly fading scar that started just below her throat, and disappeared into the neckline of her dress. She noticed my stare, and pulled her ever present housecoat closed to hide the blemish. "I'm so glad this happened after your dad passed on" she said quietly. "He so loved looking at what he called my 'perfection', and I think it would break his heart to see these ugly scars."

"It's not an ugly scar Mum." I touched a fingertip to the mark and traced it as far as the top of her cleavage. "It's a badge of survival, and Dad would be every bit as proud of it as you should be." She smiled gratefully, and then something occurred to me. "Anyway, what do you mean by scars? You only have one."

She shook her head. "No, I have another from where they stripped a vein from my leg to use for the bypass." Without thinking, she pulled up the hem of her dress to show me, and my eyes popped. Starting just above the knee, the scar ran in a thin line the whole length of the inside of her thigh, to a couple of inches short of her crotch. Whether or not she had inadvertently pulled up her skirt further than she intended I had no way of knowing, but for the first time since my early teens I had a clear view of her still beautiful, still bald pussy. As I had with the one on her chest, I ran a fingertip lightly along the cicatrix, stopping before I went too far. Something struck me as strange, and I blurted it out without giving it a thought.

"How come you still shave, all these years after Dad died?" My bluntness seemed to amuse her, because she gave her familiar tinkling laugh. 

"I've never shaved. It must be something in my genes, because I've never had hairs there, or anywhere else apart from my head. At least nothing more than bum fluff."

My disbelief must have shown in my face, because she didn't flinch when keeping my forefinger on the scar, I extended my thumb and ran the ball gently across her mound, just above her slit. It was just as she said. There was only a very light fuzz, much as you would find on a teenage girl's arms, but apart from that there was nothing. Definitely not the stubble you would expect from shaving. Other than a slight tremor she showed no reaction to my touch, and I carefully closed my fingers, parting the lips from each end until my finger and thumb met on her clit. Mum drew in a sharp breath and held it, but otherwise she didn't flinch, and taking this as a good sign, I stroked gently, surprised to discover her going suddenly from being bone dry to enticingly slippery. 

I won't flatter myself by saying that I knew Mum wanted me, because I didn't know what she wanted. I only knew what I wanted, and that was to get my cock into her before she got cold feet or an attack of conscience.

Not wanting to spoil things by speaking, I lifted her from her chair and took the two or three steps to her bed. She did nothing to encourage me, but neither did she offer any resistance. She merely kept her eyes locked on mine, and allowed me to lay her on the bed and part her legs. Her gaze still didn't waver when I slipped a finger into her pussy, then freed my cock from my pants and moved between her thighs, but her eyes widened as I entered her. I figured it was because she hadn't been touched since Dad passed away, but Mum was a lot tighter than I expected, and after a few tentative thrusts, she began to respond by raising her hips a little. 

The thing that sticks in my mind most about that first time was that there was none of the bullshit you read about in fiction. None of the 'it's so sinful and wrong' ... 'I'm your mother' ... 'we shouldn't be doing this but it feels too good not to'... none of the yowls and howls of 'fuck your slutty mommy' ... 'harder big boy' ... 'shove your big hard cock in your mommy's nasty cunt' ... and unlikely rubbish like that. Mum just lay with her arms by her sides, staring into my face as I pushed in and out. After a little while she started to thrust her hips to match my rhythm, and then her arms went around me and she whimpered softly as her orgasm took control. She shuddered when I came inside her, then seconds later she came too, and when she did it was the wettest and messiest climax I could ever have imagined.

After I withdrew she rose from the bed and went into the small bathroom. Moments later the toilet flushed, followed by the sound of running water, and I guessed she was cleaning herself up. She returned and handed me a wet washcloth, looking away discreetly until I had wiped the mess from my cock and balls, and then resumed her seat. There was a long awkward silence that seemed to last for hours, during which neither of us looked at the other. I honestly don't think it was embarrassment or guilt, it was more that we didn't know what to say, so we said nothing rather than say the wrong thing. 

I know I certainly didn't feel guilty. For years I had dreamed of fucking my Mum, and now that I had, the only thing I could think of was how unexpectedly tight she was, and how good it had felt to have my cock inside her. I replayed in my mind the gentle shudder that ran through her when I shot my cum deep into her, and the wet warmth as her cum bathed my cock and balls. After a while the silence began to get to me, get to us both maybe, so I washed the empty teacups, and giving Mum a quick kiss on the cheek I left.

On the drive home I reflected on how I had just committed the most intimate act a man could commit with a woman, and the wonder was I had done so with my own mother. And the strange thing was that I hadn't seen or even tried to touch her breasts. Now I felt a sense of loss, because after the uncomfortable silence she may have decided the whole thing was a spur of the moment mistake, and not only would I never have another chance to know how her tits felt, I may never get to fuck her again. The mere thought was almost unbearable to me, and only made me want her more, and by the time I arrived home I had another raging hard on.

Fortunately Andrea was her usual demonstrative self, and flashed me a saucy grin as soon as I walked through the door. "About time. Another ten minutes and my toy would have been where you belong." Her laugh was deliciously wicked as she leaned back against the soft cushions of the couch and hitched up her skirt. "See how much she wants her best friend?"

One thing about my gorgeous wife was that she wasn't half hearted about anything she did. When we had first started seeing each other, she had steadfastly resisted any attempts I made to do more than kiss her, but when after about three months I finally got to feel her boobs -- on the outside of her clothing, because that was as far as I believed she would let me get -- she held nothing back. Without hesitation she had undressed completely, and we had fucked with an intensity that was almost frightening. When we married she threw the same enthusiasm into her relationship with my parents. She had grown up in a succession of foster homes, so now that she had a 'real' Mum and Dad, she was determined to give them all the love she had been unable to give the natural parents she had never known.

Now I glanced at the darker blue of the wet patch on her pale blue panties, and pulled up her tee shirt and bra. Because I hadn't seen Mum's tits, I looked at Andrea's with a new appreciation, shaping my hands to their firm roundness and teasing the already hard nipples, before taking one between my lips as she fumbled to free my erection. I pushed her sopping panties off and brushed my hand across her short wiry bush, then spread her pussy lips and drove my stiff cock deep into her wetness. For the next hour or more we fucked with the same intensity as we had the first time, changing positions often and finishing with her kneeling on the cushions, her cum running down her thighs as I grasped her boobs and poured my thick jism into her cunt.

I was apprehensive about visiting Mum again, because I was not sure what sort of reception I would receive. The last thing I wanted was any form of confrontation, so I put off seeing her for as long as I could. By the third day after I would normally have visited, I forced myself to accept I would have to face her sooner or later. Preferably sooner since the longer it dragged out the harder it would become. Steeling myself to face the worst, I dropped in on Friday after work. 

Mum smiled when she answered the door and saw me, and I assumed that she had decided that once was more than enough, because her usually loose housecoat was buttoned to the throat. Waving me to my usual chair, she set about making tea, and with cups in hands we sat chatting about trivia, carefully avoiding any reference to what had happened last time.

When her cup was empty, she set it on the small occasional table and went into the bathroom, returning almost immediately and spreading a large bath towel over the bed covers. She stood for a moment, her eyes flickering nervously around the room, looking everywhere but at me, and then slowly unbuttoned her housecoat, shrugging it off to reveal her totally nude figure.

I swallowed a sudden lump in my throat as I looked at her breasts, sagging slightly from age and gravity, but still amazingly firm, with hard brown nipples. Strangely the scars on her thigh and chest, and the faint stretch marks on her abdomen, seemed to add something special to the beauty of her nudity, and my cock stiffened instantly. She looked meaningfully at my clothes, and as I undressed hurriedly, she sat on the edge of the bed and held her arms out to me. As I came to her she lifted her breasts, and with a tremor in her voice she whispered. "You forgot these last time." It was only five short words, but they broke the tension, and I sat beside her fondling the wonderful soft globes. Her breathing quickened when I took a nipple into my mouth, and holding my head firmly she lay back, taking me with her and swinging her legs onto the bed.

For what seemed like forever I sucked first one glorious tit then the other, lashing each nipple with my tongue, until she grasped my hand and pushed it against her wet sex. My finger slipped in easily, and I pressed my thumb against her clit, causing her to arch upwards. I only stroked for a few seconds before she pushed my hand away. "Now, Normie." 

Her use of the diminutive form of my name made me smile. She had only ever called me by my given name of Norman, except as a child if I hurt myself or did something that particularly pleased her. Now as I moved between her thighs she grasped my cock and guided it into her. Her orgasm seemed to start almost immediately, and she clung to me, setting her own rhythm with gentle thrusts of her hips. She continued to cum the whole time I was fucking her, the whole time she was fucking me, the whole time we were fucking each other. I could feel the wetness of her secretions seeping out over my balls and soaking into and through the towel, and she pushed my head down onto her tits, giving the delightful little shudder as my cum poured out of me and into her.

We lay silently side by side, mother and son, replete and sated, lost in our own thoughts, and I turned on to my side to say something, but before I could speak she put a finger against my lips and shook her head. "There's no point in recriminations. Nothing happens that isn't meant to happen." She paused, as if trying to find the right words. "You know, when your dad died, I felt that part of me died with him. I hardly ever ever thought of sex since that awful day, because he was the only man who ever touched me. When I showed you my scar, that was all you were supposed to see, but then I figured that since you had seen what I had plenty of times when you were younger, once more wouldn't matter. It was the anniversary of your dad's death and I was missing him really badly. When you touched me here," - her fingers traced the point above her slit that I had first touched, " -- it awoke feelings I thought I had forgotten. It didn't matter to me that you were my son, I just wanted you inside me more than I ever wanted any man apart from your Dad. In a way maybe even more than I wanted him. Then when you stroked my pussy, any doubts I may have had about you wanting me vanished, and I didn't dare hold back in case I never had another opportunity to feel you inside me. When you came into me, and then came inside me, it was as if you had given me more than your semen. You had given me my life back. I cried a little after you left. Not because of what we had done, but because I was afraid we might never do it again." 

A single tear ran down her cheek and I kissed it away, surprised to find my own eyes filling. What she had just told me certainly explained one thing I had wondered about. Why she had offered no resistance and let me fuck her so easily the first time. It also raised another question that had always puzzled me. "Seeing as you knew I used to look at you, how come I never saw you wearing panties? Was that deliberate or not? Did you leave them off so I could see?"

She shook her head and laughed. "Goodness no, it was more practical than that. Growing up during the war everything was rationed, and your grandparents thought it was more important to use our clothing coupons on warm outer clothes and shoes, rather than waste them on underclothes, which would never be seen anyway. When rationing ended years after the end of the war, we were so used to not wearing knickers we didn't see any point in starting again. Except for once a month I've never bothered with them since."




Just My Cup Of Tea



She drew in a deep breath before returning to our original subject. "When you put it in me the other day it was so good that I knew once could never be enough. I started watching the clock, and when you didn't arrive at your usual time I grew afraid you wouldn't want me any more. That's when I decided to take off my clothes and only wear my housecoat in case you did turn up, so I could open it and let you know it was OK to fuck me again." She grimaced at her use of the unfamiliar word, because Mum was never a one for profanities. 

The whole time she had been talking she had her fingers curled loosely around my spent tool, and as she fell silent she tightened her grasp and began to stroke slowly. "Do you think you will be able to do it again before you have to go home?" The way my shaft stiffened turned it into a rhetorical question, and I moved over her again, thrusting into her gently, enjoying the more-than-warmth, fucking her not just with my cock, but with the full power of all the love I had ever felt for her, first as a son, now as a lover.

I knew I would need to take things carefully with Mum. We were from two different eras, and some things which were commonplace and taken for granted now, might seem shocking, or even alien, to her more conservative generation. I was seeing her two or three times a week, and she was gradually coming out of her shell at her own pace, beginning with trying different positions, and slowly moving onwards. I was amazed how little a grown woman and mother knew about sex, and it seemed a little strange for me to take the role of teacher. The first time I persuaded her to let me fuck her doggy style, she was embarrassed at assuming what she called an undignified position, and even more embarrassed to admit that she enjoyed it immensely, but that proved to be a turning point. 

I still had a fascination for her tits, and more and more I was bringing them into play, pressing them together around my cock and fucking the warm soft valley. One thing she particularly liked was when I pushed her nipple into the surrounding flesh with the tip of my cock to form a depression, and filling it with cum which she then rubbed into both tits. 

About two months after our first fuck I decided it was time to take things a step further. She had removed her housecoat, and was lying on the ever present towel as I undressed. When I joined her on the bed, she gasped with a mixture of shock and horror, as I moved between her spread thighs and fastened my mouth over her hairless cunt. Her gasps took on a different note when my tongue found her clit, and soon she was holding my head and trembling as her juices poured out on to my face. 

When her orgasm subsided she pulled my face up to hers and kissed my wet cheek. "Oh god Normie, that was amazing. I never imagined anyone would do that, or that it would feel so good." There was one thing I would have loved her to do for me in return, but I didn't feel she was quite ready for that just yet, so I contented myself with sliding my cock into her and fucking her dripping pussy.

As time passed I was pleased and relieved to find that fucking Mum in no way diminished my 'performance' at home. The bigger Andrea's pregnant belly grew the more she enjoyed fucking, which in turn made her even sexier to me, then seven months after Mum had inadvertently revealed her slit, four things happened that made me the happiest man in the world. 

The first came at three o'clock in the morning, at the start of the school summer break, when Andrea woke me and told me it was that time. The second was two hours later, as I watched my beautiful daughter come into the world, kicking and screaming. Number three came completely out of the blue the next day, and gave me an even bigger surprise than seeing Mum's pussy months before. I had knocked off work early and gone directly to the hospital to see my family. (You know something? That simple word 'family' still gives me a kick all these years later.) Anyway, I arrived to find Mum sitting beside the bed holding her new grandchild, and she and Andrea were deep in discussion, but as soon as I appeared they went quiet. Oh yes, before I forget, there was one other little thing, so I guess that makes it five things that happened. In a tone that said the subject was not open to debate, not that I would have argued anyway, Andrea told me that our daughter would be named 'Gwen', after 'our' Mum. 

The biggest bombshell came ten minutes or so later, and shook me to the core. Mum and Andrea had been exchanging looks, and I felt sure it had something to do with what they were talking about when I arrived. Taking my and Mum's hands in both of hers, my beautiful wife looked me in the eye. "Normie Honey, please don't take this the wrong way, but there's something I need to get off my chest. I love you more than I ever thought I could love anyone, and I can't bear the thought of anyone ever stealing you from me." She shook her head to silence me as I opened my mouth to reassure her. "No, don't say anything. Let me finish. I know how horny you get going without for just one week a month, and now the doctors say I'm going to be out of action for at least six weeks. I talked about it with Mum, and she took a lot of persuading, but she says that if you're OK with it she won't mind too much if you want to do it with her occasionally. At least until I'm better." I was thinking to myself how little persuasion Mum had really needed, but Andrea must have misread the look on my face, because she looked at me pleadingly. "I know some people say incest is dirty, but Mum doesn't mind and I don't mind, so if you don't mind I don't see what's dirty about it. And I know Mum won't steal you away from me."

I had to put on a show of thinking about it, just as Mum must have, because I didn't want to seem too eager, but finally I leaned across the bed and hugged her. "If you're absolutely sure about this?" She nodded earnestly and hugged me back. 

"I'm more than sure. I've been thinking about it for a while, so it's not a sudden spur of the moment decision. And you have to admit she is still a very sexy looking woman."

I definitely couldn't disagree on that point, so I kissed her -- hard. "OK then, no promises but I'll see how it goes. Just for the record though, there's no danger of anyone ever 'stealing' me away from you, so even if I do fuck Mum you're stuck with me forever."

Now that it was settled we all relaxed, and for the next hour Mum and I fought over whose turn it was to hold baby Gwen. Eventually the nurse came and told us we had to leave, and Mum linked her arm through mine as we walked to the car. I was walking on air, hardly able to believe my adorable wife had actually given us permission to do what she had no idea we had been doing for months. My elation was increased by the realisation that now we could do the one thing that had been denied us. We would be able to spend a whole night together, which meant I would be able to relieve my usual wake up stiffy in Mum's warm cunt. On the drive home I kept looking across at her with a grin like a Cheshire cat. I stopped on the way to pick up some Chinese take away, and when we arrived home number five happened. 

We were seated side by side on the couch, watching TV as we ate, and as soon as we finished Mum reached across to unfasten my pants and push them down to my knees. I looked at her in surprise because this was the first time she had ever really taken the initiative, and my tool stiffened almost before she touched it. I sensed that this might be the time, so I placed my hand behind her neck and eased her head towards my cock. She resisted a little as she came closer, but when I pressed the tip against her closed lips, she opened her mouth and engulfed the bulbous head. Although I had licked her pussy more times than I could count, this was the one thing I had always held back on, and I sighed with pleasure, lifting my hips as I watched her lips slide up and down my shaft. 

It was obvious that she had never sucked a cock before, but it felt so good that I didn't care, and it wasn't long before I tapped her on her shoulder. "You'd better stop now Mum, I'm almost there." Rather than heeding my warning, she bobbed her head faster, sucking until my cock erupted into her mouth. She withdrew after the first spurt, and looked up at me with her lips pursed as though unsure what came next. I leaned forward to pick up an empty food container and held it out for her to spit into, but after looking at it she shook her head and swallowed. "I wasn't sure if I could ever bring myself to do that." I didn't know if she was talking about sucking my cock or swallowing cum, or both, but I was so pleased at how far she had come that I smiled rather than saying anything. "Actually it wasn't as bad as I thought." She looked at my still oozing cock. "Looks like I missed some." Lowering her head again, she sucked some more until I was drained, and then resumed her seat beside me with a self satisfied smile. 

I went to make a pot of tea, and when I returned she was gone from the living room. At first I thought she may have gone to the bathroom, but when I saw the door was open I checked the bedroom. She had spread a couple of towels on the bed, and was starting to undress. I thought it was still a bit too early for bed, but I wasn't about to argue the point, so I fetched the cups and stretched out beside her. As we sat drinking, I asked her how Andrea had approached her about me. 

Mum said "It came from nowhere actually. She was saying she didn't know how you would be able to cope without almost daily sex for six weeks until she was recovered from the birth. I think she was scared that she might lose you to someone else. Then she asked me if I had dated anyone since Dad died, and when I told her no, she asked did I ever miss it. Not knowing where it was leading to, I admitted that there were times I did, then she came straight out and asked me 'Why don't you let Normie fuck you? That would solve the problem for all of us.' 

"To say I was surprised is an understatement, but I managed not to appear too shocked. I had to put on a show of reluctance, and when she said how good you are in bed, I told her 'It would be nice to feel a cock in me again, so if it means so much to you OK, but you'll have to ask him if he's willing'... It just goes to show doesn't it? You never know what people are thinking. I was really worried about her finding out about us, so it couldn't have worked out better."

She drained her cup and set it on the bedside table before grabbing my cock again. "I want another taste." There wasn't even the slightest vestige of modesty now as she applied her tongue to the head, licking and sucking me to full throbbing erection, and then kneeling astride me, she sank down until my tool was buried to the hilt in her silky smooth snatch. Taking my hands, she lifted them so that her hard nipples brushed my palms as she rose and fell on my prick. With Mum on top I could see her creamy juices oozing out, coating my cock and balls with a milky film, and, closing my fingers around her tits, I thrust upwards, adding my cum to hers.

Panting from her exertions, and with my cock still buried in her pussy, she fell forward on top of me. Gradually her breathing steadied, and it took me some minutes to realise that she had fallen asleep. Very carefully I eased her off me and dropped the messy towel on to the floor, before snuggling behind her with my limp shaft tucked against her sticky slit. My last thoughts as I drifted off to sleep, were how snugly her bottom moulded itself to my crotch, and how perfectly her tit fitted my palm.

Sometime during the night, I'm not sure what time, I became vaguely aware of Mum fumbling the tip of my tool between the folds of her pussy, and as my rod stiffened there was only one place it could go. She pressed back against me, and in my half awakened state it was almost like a wet dream as I fucked her slowly, pumping my cum into her before dropping back into a contented slumber, with my cock still buried in her slot.

The late morning sun was streaming through the window when she woke me with a cup of tea, and once more she became the aggressor as she looked down at my usual wake up hard on. "We can't let that go to waste," she grinned, climbing on top of me. With my stiffy firmly tucked into her crack, she straightened until she was stretched full length on me, and it felt as though she was fucking me with her entire body, kissing my face and sliding her tits up and down my chest, as her cunt tightened on my rigid tool. 

It was as if having Andrea's blessing flicked some secret switch, because Mum seemed to have become almost insatiable, and I lost count of how many times I made her cum before it was time to visit mother and child in the hospital. Andrea was sitting beside the bed breastfeeding little Gwen when we entered the room, and she beamed when she saw us. She looked us up and down critically, and her smile broadened. "There's no need for me to ask is there? You two look as if you've been at it non-stop since you left here yesterday." She took Mum's hand. "Well? Did I exaggerate when I told you he was good?" 

Mum gave a bashful smile as she shook her head. "No. I'll be honest though, I was a little nervous when he put it in me the first time. Once he was in I was fine, it was just taking that first step. I don't mean letting someone fuck me after so long without it, I mean doing it with my son. Then when he started moving I realised I'd forgotten how good it felt, and how much I missed it. A year ago I would have said incest was disgusting, but when he put his cock in me it was like it belonged, and I didn't want him to take it out - ever."

I felt a little uncomfortable sitting there with my wife and my mother discussing me like a piece of meat, but I couldn't help feeling smug about which piece of meat they were talking about. There was a strange gleam in Andrea's eyes, and she licked her lips. "Did he make you cum?"

"Oh yes! Much more than his dad ever did." She looked wistful as she thought of her next words, then shrugged. "I adored Arthur, and he was a wonderful husband and father, but the truth is we only married because I was sixteen and seven months pregnant. There was no real passion in our marriage. Because of his lung condition he ran out of breath easily and most times he finished before I could climax, so until the first time with Normie I had never experienced good lusty uninhibited sex. Don't get me wrong, there was never any shortage of sex, but the spark wasn't there the way it is now." Mum looked at me and grinned sheepishly. "I think we'd better change the subject, because I'm getting horny again."

Right at the end of visiting time the doctor came to check on mother and baby, and told us that if they could be looked after for the first few days, Andrea could bring the baby home next day. I wasn't sure if I could take any more time off work, but Mum solved the problem by saying that the new school year was still some weeks away, so she would be happy to move in with us for a while.

During the drive home, I reflected how far Mum had come in just a few months, although it had surprised me that she had been able to discuss sex so openly, even admitting that our discussion in the hospital had aroused her. The biggest surprise was still to come though. All the time since we left the hospital she had sat quietly with her hand pressed against her crotch, and as we were passing the shopping centre she told me to pull into the almost deserted car park, and directed me to an isolated corner. 

Clambering over into the rear seat, she pulled her skirt up around her waist. "Let's do it here." Thankful of the growing darkness, I climbed over and sat beside her as she freed my cock. Without wasting time on unnecessary foreplay, she straddled me and sank down on to my rod. "I always wanted to do this," she panted, riding me furiously, "but your Dad never had the nerve." Her orgasm was fast and wild, which was just as well, because the sheer excitement and danger of fucking my mother in a public car park was more than I could stand, and within seconds I was pumping a fountain of thick cum up into her slippery twat.

We picked Andrea and the baby up next morning, and Mum and I spent a frantic few days fitting out one of the spare rooms as a nursery, something Andrea had made me put off in case anything went wrong with the birth. Working together carried an unexpected bonus, in that although Andrea supervised from the comfort of a chair, when she left to attend to little Gwen, Mum and I had plenty of opportunities to indulge each other without flaunting it in Andrea's face. As it turned out, our discretion was totally unnecessary, because on her third day home, it was Andrea herself who suggested that during the time she spent with our daughter, Mum and I may as well take a fuck break. The reason she gave was that it would make her feel better if she knew for certain that I was being satisfied, rather than just assuming, but although we knew there was more to it than that, we weren't inclined to argue the point.

We discovered her true motive a few days later when the after care nurse visited to check all was well. To my embarrassment, after the examination was finished, Andrea asked bluntly if swallowing semen could have an adverse effect on breast milk. The nurse looked at me reproachfully then laughed, before explaining that it was not only harmless, but there appeared to be evidence to indicate that in some instances the sugar, mineral and protein content might alleviate symptoms of post natal depression. 

The instant the nurse left, my wife grinned and reached for my zipper. "We can't have me becoming depressed, can we?" she smirked, and not caring that Mum was watching, she pulled my cock out and took it deep into her mouth, sucking greedily until my cum poured down her throat. Smacking her lips she smiled with satisfaction. "My pussy may be out of action for a while, but at least we know my mouth still works." 

Over the next two or three weeks, it seemed to me that life couldn't be more perfect. In addition to fucking Mum when Andrea was attending to little Gwen, most nights Andrea sucked my cock whilst I fondled her milk laden breasts. As much as I was tempted to suckle her swollen nipples, it didn't seem right to deprive my daughter of her nutrition, but I knew that once the baby was taking solid food there would be nothing to stop me. 

One afternoon when the little one was sleeping, Andrea was rubbing cream into her stretch marks, and bemoaning the way they marred the smoothness of her abdomen. Mum put a comforting arm around her. "I felt the same after I had Normie, but after a while they faded, and I got used to them." 

Andrea looked at her dubiously. "I don't think I'll ever get used to them. Can I see?"

Mum was wearing a knee length dress, and she leaned back on the couch and pulled the hem up to her breasts. Andrea glanced for a moment at Mum's unadorned pussy, and ran a palm gently over the faint stretch marks, then casually slid her hand on to the downy mound. "Wow Mum, this is so beautiful and smooth." Mum smiled nervously, but when Andrea slipped a probing finger into her pussy, she sighed and closed her eyes. As the finger moved gently in and out her legs parted little by little, and then her eyes widened in shock when she felt Andrea's tongue on her clit. She moved her hands down in a feeble attempt to push her away, but as the licking grew more insistent she opened her legs wide and surrendered to the sensations. 

The erotic sight and scent of my Mum being licked to orgasm by my wife had my tool straining to break loose, and unable to help myself I dropped my pants and knelt on the cushion beside Mum. Turning her head to the side I thrust my prick between her lips, and watching my stiff cock driving in and out of her mouth as her cum coated my beautiful wife's face, I knew with certainty that as good as this was, when Andrea was fully recovered from giving birth it would get even better.



Tea Time



"Now you may get up and write down your home and mobile telephone numbers for me. When I want you I shall contact you and remember, whatever you are doing or had planned you must stop it or cancel any plans as I am and always will be your first priority. Another point is, whenever you are with me, bra and knickers are not an option, you are never to wear them, is that understood?"

"Yes Master, no bra or knickers, I understand."

"Another thing Rosa is the way you dress, whenever you come to me, you do so wearing a skirt, length just above the knee and a crossover top, unless I direct you to wear something different. If you don't have these items, I suggest you go shopping tomorrow and purchase them in readiness."

With that he took the numbers from her, thrust them into his pocket and left her home without even saying good bye or giving her a perfunctory kiss.

Rosa was stunned at the way he departed and not a little disappointed at not having felt that magnificent cock in her pussy, but was happy with her new role in life.