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Bonding

By: golden smog



Scotland: 1558

In the cozy privacy of their bed that night, Margarete felt a sharp and deep desire for closeness with her husband. All that day, she had seen her own sadness mirrored on his face, and on the face of the kindly Father John. So much sadness and trouble had come from matters which should not be a source of strife. Colin had chosen to ally their household with the adherents of the Reformation against her wishes. Now, she felt weary and lonely. 

She had tried to school herself to acceptance of Colin's choice to reject the authority of the Pope and Catholicism, to see both its philosophical and pragmatic merits. She felt she had mostly succeeded, but, yearning toward Colin, she realized that she had been silently blaming him. When he did not receive her tentative nestling movements with warmth, she understood that she had offended him by her remoteness in the past weeks. 

Always, it had been he who led them into sensuality and passion. Now, she found him aloof and tepid. She experienced a pang of guilt. These matters were not his fault. He was only trying to act with caution and practicality to protect them all from the tremendous forces that moved around them. 

Lying in stoic silence, he knew what she wanted, but days and nights of her willful distance left him feeling mulish and uncharitable. She would have to do more than wriggle beside him in that shy but suggestive way she had. 

"Something troubling ye, lass?" he asked coolly.

"No. Yes. I... I want..."

He laid still and silent, not making it easy for her. Her tone spoke of hesitancy and diffidence, which he rather enjoyed.

"I have been... I have been so troubled by all these matters that I... I have been...I have not been... friendly toward you."

He let out a bark of cynical laughter. "Ah, ye hae been friendly enough, but it's nae mere friendliness a man looks for from his wife in their bed." 

She thought he would reach for her then, but he did not. His continued stillness confused her. She stroked his chest shyly, but still he did not move.

"I am sorry," she said finally, feeling her way through these treacherous waters. "I think I have been holding you responsible for the unease I feel."

"Aye, do ye think so?"

She couldn't help but smile at the sarcasm in his tone. His dry humor amused her, and she felt a rush of tenderness for him. She had no experience or wisdom to guide her, so she allowed the instinct of her tenderness to dictate her actions. She raised herself on an elbow and kissed his cheek fondly. "Your sarcasm is justified," she said, and he heard the smile through her words.

"Ye said ye wanted something," he remarked, his tone less frosty. 

"Aye," she replied, exaggerating the Scots' phrase as she rubbed her cheek against his, reminding him of a friendly barn cat trying to leave its scent on him.

For all the frenzied coupling they had engaged in, she was inexperienced when it came to leading them there. When he still did not move, however, she gathered her courage and kissed him tentatively on the lips. His lips moved under hers, and she thought that, at last, he would take an active role, and she could relax into her accustomed responses. 

Colin, however, intended nothing of the kind. Her remoteness had irritated him greatly, as had his own disinclination either to force the issue, or to seek release elsewhere. He lay supine and passive, enjoying her uncertainty, but not nearly as much as he was enjoying the feel of her body leaning over him, and her eager lips seeking his. 

The heat that always emanated from her skin was very pleasant, and her scent was like a draft of good wine. He was more than eager to take her, but he would not help her through her awkwardness. It was she who had introduced the distance between them; let it be she who bridged it. The experience would be good for her he reflected, as she ran a soft hand down the side of his neck, down his chest, and across his belly; and good for him, too. 

By his continued immobility, she understood that he was not going to assume his usual role of guide and initiator. Accepting this, she became more confident in her movements. By his kisses, and the erect flesh swelling beneath her seeking hand, she knew that he was willing, but she understood that she must extend herself, experiment as she had not done before with him.

She moved slightly away, quickly divested herself of her nightdress, then swung one leg over him so that she straddled his body with her knees. A vivid flash of herself straddling Lise in this manner came to her. Though fear and sadness lay behind the image, she resolutely dismissed these, focusing on the feeling of power she had tasted at such moments, the desire to bring pleasure, the gathering force that would call forth desire and ecstasy in another. 

She smiled as she ran firm hands over his skin. She shifted her hips experimentally so that his hard cock moved pleasurably against her. So enjoyable was this that she placed her hands firmly on his hips lest he try to move out of reach of her. She heard him make a sound of drawn out pleasure in his throat and her own pleasure deepened. 

Experimentally, she leaned forward so that her soft breasts rubbed against his chest. She enjoyed the friction against her hard nipples. His hands rose eagerly to touch her, and her smile became smug in the darkness; not indifferent after all. She moaned and writhed gently against him, actively seeking to rouse him in a way she had never done before.

Always, she had understood that her beauty, her femininity, her passion roused him without effort on her part. Now, as her breath came more quickly and she sought out his lips once more, she began to taste the pleasure of deliberately tantalizing him with her body and her sensuality. She shifted upwards to offer first one breast, then the other to be kissed and caressed. 

Feeling absolutely no desire to take a more active role, he followed her, kissing her lips when she would have him do so, welcoming her breasts as she proffered them. He was enjoying not only his own passivity, but also her growing boldness and curiosity. 

She shifted back down to rub against his erect penis once more. She was clearly enjoying herself enormously, but he found that total passivity was impossible. With a subtle movement that she was too inexperienced to anticipate, he moved so that his cock slid gracefully between her moist lips. Startled, she drew back slightly so that only the tip rested inside her. She found this utterly diverting, and spent endless minutes teasing them both with small, gentle movements of her hips. She wouldn't allow him to enter her any further, but played with the head of his erection, letting it almost slide out, then catching it again, tightening her inner muscles around it, then releasing to slide down just a little bit further. 

He knew a strong desire to seize her, roll her beneath him and take her with energy and vigor, but he restrained himself. 

"Do you wish me to go all the way down?" she asked playfully, knowing the answer, but desperate to hear him say it.

"Aye, I do!"

"Mm. I will, if you touch me between my legs until I can no longer stop myself."

He reached down to her center of pleasure with alacrity. He moved his fingers with practiced grace and slowness until she could stand it no longer. She took a deep breath and, slowly, sank down until he was fully inside her. She gave a drawn out gasping cry of delight. She held her body still and rigid, suffused with pleasure and a kind of awe. 

"Now move, lass," he said gently, "Up and doon." She was somewhat awkward and graceless at first, but her sincerity made up for it. He let his fingers fall away while she got used to the movements, then brought them back to renew the gentle, inexorable caress. 

"Oh, Colin! Do you think I can reach the peak of pleasure like this?" Her voice was breathless and surprised. 

He laughed affectionately. "Aye, I ken ye are able to reach it in many ways." 

She gasped as much with surprise as pleasure. Her entire body was rigid with tension, exertion, and expectation. Her hips moved with a deep and consistent rhythm. Taking his cue from her, he kept the movements of his fingers equally even. 

She felt herself swept irresistibly toward the peak of pleasure, carried like a boat on a swift river. When it came, she hovered above him, thrumming and vibrating with it. Her gasps and cries were of pleasure mixed with amazement.

When her paroxysms had begun to subside, he could control himself no longer. He knew that incredulity and exertion would leave her limp and incapable of continuing as she had been. At last, he did what his flesh had been crying out for him to do. He grasped her around the waist and turned her so that she lay beneath him, still gasping for breath, still quivering, wholly open to him, fully receptive to his driving need. 

He did not increase the speed of their joining, however. The rhythm she had engendered stayed with him, having drawn him into its slow deliberation. With deep, slow, even thrusts, he plunged into her eager flesh with a force and power that consumed her as much as her own orgasm had done. As so often happened, she experienced his peak as a reflection or recreation of her own. It reached her core as her own had done, and she opened herself fully to it, welcoming his seed and the explosive force of his pleasure. 

As they lay curled close and drowsy, she wondered, as she did after each of their couplings, whether this would be the miraculous time when a new life would at last be engendered in her womb.

Bonding



Author's Note: This is a sequel to my story "'Bout Damn Time," also posted here at Literotica.

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Bonding

Before they even reached the house, Troy knew he was out of his league. The place was fucking huge, a mansion. Gates at the head of the driveway; Jason had had to activate an intercom to get them opened. The cars in front of the place shone with ostentatious wealth--BMW, Mercedes, a Masarati, two Ferraris and a Porsche. Jason parked his royal blue vintage Mustang along the curb and gave Troy a grin.

"Here we go."

Troy shook his head. "I don't know about this, Jay."

"Don't know about what?" Jason reached over and laid a hand on Troy's knee, not quite as if to comfort him, because that would have pissed Troy off. It was just a touch, a contact.

"This party. These people. Not my scene, man."

Jason gave him a look. "You knew where we were going."

Troy cleared his throat and looked out the window, away from the cars and the huge house, into the darkness. He hated this shit. Hated hanging with people who made him feel small, just because he didn't bring his money home in suitcases, because he had to do quick and dirty math sometimes to make sure he could pay his bills. And now, if he walked in with Jason, they'd have one more reason to sneer. One more reason to look at him like he was something they needed to scrape off their boots.

"Yeah," he finally said, because that summed it up.

Jason let his head fall back against the headrest. "Shit, Troy, don't be a pussy. You know half these people. You met me at a party like this. What the fuck makes you think it's gonna be any different?"

Troy just looked at him, and after a moment Jason nodded. "Ah." His mouth thinned. "That's bullshit, Troy. Now, I'm going in. You either come with, or sit here and show me what a chickenshit you are."

Jason got out of the car, slamming the door behind him. Hard. He had to be pissed, to slam the door that hard, because he loved this car. Troy watched him stalk away, anger making his ass sway in his tight jeans in a way that made Troy clench his teeth.

"Fine," he muttered, and got out, and followed Jason in.

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Inside the house really wasn't any better. Troy felt big and clumsy and awkward, nodding as politely as he could while Jason introduced him around and a wandering waiter poured him a glass of champagne from a bottle that probably cost six months' worth of Troy's salary. 

He'd worn jeans and a button down shirt, as had Jason, as had most of the other men here, but somehow they wore them differently. Probably because they'd bought theirs somewhere that wasn't Wal-Mart. He signed and sipped his champagne. It didn't taste much different from any other champagne.

"You remember Troy." Jason touched his elbow, making him turn his head. A tall, blonde woman stood next to Jason, holding her champagne glass in long, immaculately manicured fingers. She looked Troy up and down, her persual almost predatory.

"I do," she said, and one corner of her mouth curled up in a smirk.

Troy wracked his brain. She looked familiar. "Pamela?" he ventured.

Her eyes narrowed. "Patricia."

"Patricia. Right. Sorry." He looked down at his feet, but Jason chuckled.

"Not like you remembered his name, Patty," he said, his tone not entirely light. Then his hand curled into Troy's, and he drew him gently away. Troy looked back up to see Patricia's gaze riveted to their joined hands. One perfectly plucked eyebrow made a slow movement upward, then she turned away.

"Bitch," Jason muttered.

"Thought these people were your friends."

"Yeah, so did I." Jason looked at him, his expression part mortified, part apologetic, but mostly just plain pissed. "You were right. This was a lame idea."

Troy shrugged. "C'mon. There's got to be one person here who's not an asshole."

"Yeah. You."

Troy regarded him a moment, taken aback by the comment, then reached out and grabbed him by the waistband of his jeans and pulled him up close. And kissed him. Jason chuckled a little as he pulled back. Troy didn't smile. "Want you to myself," he growled, and Jason sobered.

"Come on," he said, and headed out of the main room, toward a hallway. Troy followed. Murmurs rose behind them, or was that his imagination? Jason fell back a step, his hand falling to the small of Troy's back, and Troy decided he didn't care.

The bathroom was huge, in keeping with the rest of the house. Faux marble--hell, real marble, probably, in this damn place--covered the floor. He barely had time to take this in, to take in the vaulted roof and the huge Jacuzzi, before Jason grabbed him and shoved him against the sink.

He forgot all about why they were there, why he didn't want to be there--forgot about how uncomfortable the opulence of the place made him, when Jason's mouth fastened to his, his hot tongue pushing Troy's lips open. At the same time, Jason clasped Troy's crotch, and any thought that might have been left behind after the kiss dissipated, as well.

Jason jerked Troy's buttons open, slid his hand down between open fly and cotton briefs. Sure, insistent fingers clasped his erection through the cotton. They felt cold on his cock; he was hot, hard and ready. The contact made him shiver.

"Fuck, man..."

Jason chuckled. "Working on it." He peeled Troy's briefs down and went to his knees.

Troy braced himself against the marble countertop. "Fuck..." His vocabulary had become primitive and crude. He just couldn't think of any other words. "Fuck..."

Chuckling, obviously amused by Troy's inability to speak coherently, Jason fisted Troy's cock, sliding his hand along its hard length. His thumb slid over the slickening head. Troy bit his lower lip, barely able to hold back another incoherent exclamation. And as Jason's mouth slid over his slick, aching glans, his teeth on his own lip nearly drew blood.

Jason was an expert cocksucker. Troy knew this--he'd had plenty of chances to experience it over the past few weeks--yet somehow it always caught him by surprise. His hot mouth engulfed Troy, his tongue twirling. Troy had no idea how he did that, but shit, it was fucking awesome.

He braced himself on Jason's shoulders, aware of nothing but Jason's amazing mouth. He thrust into it while Jason's fingers clasped his ass, digging into the muscle. Then Jason shifted his grip, reached between his thighs to fondle his balls. Troy's body clenched, fire walking up the wmall of his back. He fought to hold onto his control as the intensity built, threatening to overwhelm him in spite of his efforts to prolong the sensations. Jason rolled and tugged his balls, gentle, then rough, sometimes rough enough to make Troy start to protest, until the pure need took over again and what he thought had been edging toward pain turned into ecstasy. God, but Jason knew how to play him.

Then Jason's finger moved back, and the tip slid into him. A quarter inch... half an inch... and Troy exploded. He coudln't hold it back anymore. With a chuckle that Troy could feel vibrating through the head of his cock, Jason pulled him closer and swallowed him down.

Troy clutched Jason's hair, his body pulsing and shaking with the intensity of the orgasm. For several long seconds, even after the last of his ejaculation had pumped down Jason's throat, he couldn't speak, or think, or even take a deep breath.

Finally Jason slid off him with a soft, wet sound and licked the head of his cock. Still too sensitive after the orgasm, Troy flinched. "Jesus..." Jason chuckled and licked him again, then slapped his bare ass and pushed to his feet.

"A little less tense now?" he asked, grinning.

Troy grinned back, chagrined. "A little."

"Then let's go back and see if we can find anybody reasonably normal to talk to.

Troy drew his pants back up, fumbling with the zipper. "You mean you don't...?" He looked pointedly at Jason's tented jeans.

"Nah. You can make it up to me when we get home." He watched Troy put his clothes back in order, then opened the bathroom door.

A couple of guys were waiting outside. One of them eyed Troy, taking in his disheveled hair, his untucked shirt.

"Dude," the man said, and Troy braced himself. But he went on, "Is that your Mustang outside? Man, that is a hot car."

Troy smiled. "Nah, it's his." He looked at Jason. "But I bet he'd be willing to let you take a look."

"You bet." The other man headed into the bathroom. "I'll be right back."

Still grinning, Troy looped an arm around Jason's neck and kissed him thoughtlessly on the temple. Things were definitely looking up. 



Bonding



It's late when we get home. The sun is down, the porch lit only by a nearby streetlight. It's spring, just the barest of chills left from winter, but I refuse to give up the Florida clothes. We have bags of groceries to bring in from the car. I run back outside for the last load of bags so we can settle in for the evening. As I come back inside, I turn to close the door.

Your arm wraps around my neck tightly and I drop the bags to grip your skin as I gasp. I close my eyes against the dark spots appearing in my vision, gasping and struggling as your arm forces me to stand straighter. I can hear your breath against my ear as I still against you. The chill of a blade held in the other hand grazes my face gently, causing me to shiver. You place the blade in your other hand and press it firmly against the skin beneath my ear. I whimper, feeling the edge biting against my skin. 

You reach around me and unbutton my shorts, pushing them to the floor before pressing my body against the door in front of me. Your knee holds my legs apart and I hear the familiar jingle of the steel balls before you press them against my pussy, sliding the first one deep before pushing the second one in behind it. You cup your hand against the warmth of my body, feeling the wetness in response to the rough treatment.

"Such a whore... already so wet. Filthy slut." You whisper to me, lips pressed against my ear. I shudder in response, the buzzing filling my ears as my legs grow weak from the dizziness. I can barely form words, my lips moving without sound as I slip into the darkness.

I awaken confused and groggy. I'm tied to a bed, arms and legs spread, blindfolded. I shift a little, testing the bonds and finding them tight. I can smell your skin, I know you are close and it makes my belly tighten, my skin shudder. I feel your weight as you climb onto the bed, settling between my thighs. You run your hands up my legs, just grazing my body, the goose bumps following like a shadow. You pause over my breasts, skimming my neck and face. I twitch when you touch my face, flinching away before I can stop myself. A quick slap to one of my breasts causes a short cry and I hold very still, feeling that blade again, tracing the path your hands just made. 

As you reach my collarbone, a short flick of the blade cuts my skin the tiniest bit. I gasp again, biting my lip to remain still and quiet. I can feel the slow trail of the first drop of blood and I know you are watching it. I can smell the iron, my muscles tightening in response. You rub the tip of your finger in it, bringing it to my lips and spreading it there. I cannot help myself and lick it clean, moaning softly and trembling. Another sharp motion of the blade causes another cut across the first. The pain is hot, searing against my body and I struggle, trying to twist away. A hand on my throat brings a snarl to my lips but you squeeze tightly, the dizziness returning. I whimper and breathe in short sharp gasps, laying still. Your hand does not move as you lean over my body to lick the blood from my skin where it has wandered during my struggle. 

Your mouth latches to my body as you drink deeply. The cuts are tiny but deep and the blood readily flows to the surface. I arch my back, pressing my body tighter against yours as I groan, feeling the euphoria from you as you feed. I'm lost in the pleasure and I don't notice you shifting until I feel your cock against my cunt lips. My skin is slick with my own juices, hot and ready. I strain to lift my hips, pleading for you to fill the cravings deep inside me. You trace my body, teasing my clit up and down, easing the head between my lips only to pull away before you even sink into me. Your mouth never leaves my skin as you drink, a low growl escaping your throat. 

With a single hard thrust you tear into my hungry cunt. I cry out, fighting the bindings to wrap my legs around you. You only stay deep within me for a heartbeat before withdrawing, thrusting hard again to fill me. Each thrust pushes the air from my lungs, leaving me gasping, writhing beneath you. Your hand grips my throat harder, cutting my air off completely as you fuck me. I'm helpless to stop you. You ease up enough for me to take the tiniest breath before closing my throat again. You hold me there, floating on the edge of darkness, as you fuck my cunt and drink from my body. I struggle weakly beneath your weight, clenching my muscles around your cock with every thrust. 

I am certain I am dying and I don't care. I only want more, to move with you, to feel you fill me up. You sit up for only a moment to slice my legs free. For a few shining seconds, I can breathe, the air burning my lungs. You grip my knees almost painfully, jerking them over my head to fuck me harder. You lean against them to hold them there, reaching around them to grip my breasts painfully. You fuck me with abandon, each thrust filling me almost painfully. I'm gasping, moaning, and pushing my cunt harder into your thrusts. I can feel the energy crackling like static through the room and I know it is fueled with my blood. 

You lower my legs, allowing me to wrap them around you and move with you. You lean in, your lips brushing mine, and I can taste the sharp sweetness of my blood on them. Your lips trail to my cheek and drift toward my ear. With a short sharp motion I lean my head up and bite firmly into the flesh of your neck near your shoulder. You stiffen quickly, beginning to pull away as I sink my teeth into your skin, hard enough to keep you from continuing to struggle. I can hear your breathing grow ragged, uneven, before the barest of snarls escapes you. I bite harder, feeling the skin part like silk beneath my teeth. The blood flows steadily and I swallow it down eagerly. 

I clench my muscles around you again, still moving slowly against you even though you have stopped all motion. If you pull away, my teeth will rip your skin further. You are, for a moment, as helpless as I was. You begin to move, fucking me again in short, sharp motions. I groan against your neck, eagerly meeting your thrusts as I swallow each mouthful of your blood. My skin is burning, my body is on fire as the energy in the room climbs. You grip my breast painfully, twisting the nipple sharply. I release your throat with a cry, arching my back and pressing my breast into your hand. 

"Please... Oh gods, please..." I'm begging, gasping, the animalistic need is overwhelming.

"What? Please what, cunt?" Your words are little more than a snarl and I can hear the last strands of control stretched impossibly thin.

"Hurt me... Take me... Fill me..."

Your fingers twist my nipple again, the other reaching up to give the same punishment to the other breast. I shriek, the pain filling me with a cold fire. I feel your breath on my skin before your teeth wrap around my nipple. My world shatters and I'm cumming, bucking up against you as my body spasms around your cock. With a groan, you bury yourself as deep as you can. I can feel you shudder, hear your breathing break as your cock pulses, filling my hungry cunt with your seed. The energy crashes around us in waves as we burn together.

It is several long moments before we both come down. You pull away, leaving me empty, and use a wet cloth to clean my chest and your neck. You release my bonds, curling me against you as a spent sleep claims us.



Bonding at the Beach



 [MG wants me to keep posting audio stories. I told her that listeners aren't voting, and my recordings just don't have the ratings of my text-only stories, so perhaps I'm in the wrong venue. She responded with:  I have a hypothesis as to why people don't vote on the audio stories. You make them cum so hard they don't feel like getting out of bed. Why not at the start of your next story use the following guilt tactic, "If you cum, vote. Cause only lousy lovers fall asleep without tending to the needs of their partners." Who knows it might work. Who knows, indeed ;)]

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"Why'd you start without me?" Marsha asks again. She sounds aggressively petulant and I wince. Please, please, please don't let her start whining, I think to myself. She rarely whines but when she does it really grates on my nerves. I hate whiny women. As a woman myself, I know there are so many other, more effective methods of getting what I want than whining.

She finishes walking up to us and stands just off the woven beach mat, her feet kicking up sand. When it becomes readily apparent that we've been busy playing and that it is going to be a while before either you or John is in any condition to pleasure her, she complains, and her voice takes on that annoying whiny edge. 

I look over at her husband and notice that the pleased post-orgasmic glow I saw on him just moments ago has evaporated.

I shoot you a meaningful glance. I don't have to say anything. 

You snap your fingers and point to a spot near you, and in a tone of voice that I recognize even though you have never used it on me, say to her, "Shut up and kneel here until I give you permission to speak."

Her mouth drops open and then snaps closed as you continue to watch her calmly. There is no arguing with you when you have that expression on your face. One simply complies. Or pays the price, and then complies anyway.

I knew she would obey you, but her husband did not. John is a mild man, intelligent and introverted. In their relationship, Marsha is the dominant one, the assertive one, the controlling one. But something in her craves being forced to submit, craves punishment and pain, which he cannot or will not give her in the measure in which she needs to slake her thirst. Hence, the lifestyle for them. 

Marsha ducks her head and trudges over to you, stopping exactly where you pointed. She kneels there, hands resting on her thighs, neck bent. She is conflicted, I can see it in every line of her, but she does as she is told. She knows that is the only way she is going to get what she wants from you.

We have this flow, you and I, this current of non-verbal communication running back and forth between us that others find uncanny. I usually know what you want without needing to be told, and this time is no exception.

Visions of paddles and ball-gags dance in my head.

I stand up and head down the beach to our bungalow. We always travel with a decent complement of gear, some of which has never been used on me. I flirt with bondage and submission, enjoying it as a form of erotic play, but it is not a kink for me, and so I leave the harder-core stuff to those who truly get off on it. But I love to watch you practice your art upon those submissive female forms, watching as they bend their bodies and their wills to you, seeking to please you, to be allowed to come again and again for you. It makes me hot, seeing you in action. It excites me to a fever pitch, leaving me quivering and on edge and hungry in a way that only you can satisfy. 

John is waiting for me on the path from our bungalow to the beach. I took longer than I should have, I know, but I needed a few minutes to freshen up, to brush my teeth and wash away the fluids that had begun running down my thighs. I notice that John is carrying rope looped over one of his arms. Red shibari rope. He is a patient man, John is, with an artist's hands and eye, and he can do things with rope and a body that few can rival. He takes my elbow in his hand and gently but firmly guides me toward the lanai between our bungalows. We don't bother speaking, as there is no need to make small-talk, and we finish the short walk in a comfortable silence.

As I step onto the lanai, I can see you and Marsha in the moonlight, her body glowing palely against your darker flesh. You are behind her, with a hand under her chin and your mouth near her ear. Her body is bowed, hips thrust forward, her shoulders pulled back by the tug of your other hand on the wrists you've pinned behind her. I can hear the rhythm of your voice speaking to her, and I feel a wave of giddiness at the sound of the wonderful velvety roughness that can enter my mind and drive me to orgasm on command. I can see her shaking her head, and I hear you speaking more firmly, though I cannot make out the words.

I place the items I brought with me on the picnic table nearby, separating them and setting them out so they are easy to identify in the semi-darkness: ball-gag, nipple clamps, dildos, flogger, paddle, cane. I walk over to you and trail my fingernails along the back of your thighs, then up, along your spine. You shudder and suck in your breath. Your hands must have tightened on Marsha, because she whimpers a little.

"You will be silent," you tell her, "or I will use the ball-gag."

I wince. I don't care for them, myself, and after the first few times you used one on me, you realized that it interfered with the noises I make. Noises which you very much enjoy hearing, and which I enjoy making.

You turn your head toward me and I know you want a kiss. I cradle the back of your neck and kiss you slowly, my tongue dancing against yours. When I'm sighing and making little frustrated noises, you break the kiss. "Go with John, baby," you tell me, and I dutifully turn around, my eyes scanning the darkness for him.

I find John near the edge of the lanai, in the center of what looks like a tangle of ropes tossed over a beam. My nipples harden even more and I feel that inevitable wetness flowing. I touch his bare shoulder and he takes my hand, kissing it before leading me to where he wants me to stand. He goes to the table and returns with nipple clamps and my butterfly. I wince. My poor sensitive nipples. He fastens them to me and immediately the pressure makes me want to whimper and squirm, but I take a deep breath and turn that dial inside me, converting the discomfort into pleasure. He straps the butterfly on me, but does not turn it on, instead, he sets about weaving a harness on my torso. I stand flawlessly still, passive but not limp, and cast my attention to what you are doing to Marsha.

I see that you have bent her over the end of another picnic table, her ass facing me, with her arms under her, fingers curled over her mound. Her feet have been tied apart at the ankles, and her torso is pressed flat against the top of the table with several loops of rope. She's not going anywhere, I observe. You run one of your hands over her ass and give her a good hard slap that surprises a yelp out of her and momentarily silences the singing of the insects.

John pauses in what he is doing to look over his shoulder at Marsha. Assuring himself that she is ok, he returns to his work on me, running nylon ropes down between my legs, creating a weave that presses the butterfly even more firmly against my clit. He ties my wrists behind me and secures me to the beam, then adds a weight to the chain running between the clamps on my nipples. I gasp and lean forward, trying to rest the weight on the ground, and as I do so, the tension on my shoulders and bound wrists increases, as does the pressure of the butterfly against my clit. 

A sheen of perspiration coats my skin, which is alternately tantalized and cooled by the faint ocean breeze. My thighs are slick with wetness, juices flowing from me like the tap on a maple tree. I moan and hang from the beam, the weight swinging from between my nipples, just a few inches off the ground. I stand on tiptoe and lean forward, and there! Ah, yes, there, the pain lessens in my nipples, but now my shoulders ache as my arms are pulled up behind me! John activates the remote control on the butterfly, sending an intense burst of pleasure through me. Gasping, I jolt back down onto my heels and the tension in my shoulders lessens, as does the pressure of the butterfly on my clit, but damn if the weight isn't pulling at my nipples again! It is intensely pleasurable and intensely painful and soon I am moaning and writhing in my bonds. How diabolical!

Meanwhile, you've fitted Marsha with a dildo and I hear you telling the whiny bitch that she will be spanked until she comes—but not without permission. Then there is the crack of a paddle against her bare ass and the sound of her crying out against gritted teeth. I watch in fascination as her fingers go to work, one set on her clit, the other on the dildo, holding it in place inside her as you instructed. She wriggles and rocks and yelps under your ministrations. The muscles in your back slide under your skin as you swing your arm, and your cock bobs at each moan from her. You pause for a moment to press your hardness against the heat of her ass, which I can see is pinking up nicely, even in the moonlight.

As you step back, you turn slightly to look at me, and your attention is riveted by the sight of me swaying from the beam in the shibari harness. My eyes meet yours in a silent plea at the same moment that John turns the butterfly up another notch. I close my eyes and grit my teeth as pleasure rocks me, making me tremble, escalating my whimpers into cries that erupt from my throat, crashing through my precarious balance and forcing me back down flat onto my feet. I gain relief on my arms and clit, but again, my poor nipples are stretched by the weight, and the pain is exquisite. I lose track of you and Marsha, my universe shrinking until it consists only of this intensifying pleasure, and the pain which distracts me from it.

Forced-orgasms is my kink, and John brings me to orgasm again and again, wringing one climax after another from me through an ever-encroaching haze of pain. My arousal peaks and at some point, I start begging. My calves are screaming at me, my nipples and shoulders are burning points of flame, and my clit is so sensitized that a simple flick of the remote control sends me into another weak-kneed, shoulder-wrenching orgasm. Rapidly approaching that no-man's land which lies beyond hyper-sensitivity, I would go away to escape but I am afraid I will damage myself if I take that dive and blackout, my weight hanging on my arms until John realizes that I'm gone and lets me down. 

And so I stay here, trapped in exquisite orgasmic pain, hovering just this side of rage, and beg John to use me however he wishes, if only he will end my torment. I will do anything, I tell him, anything. I offer to lick his feet, kiss his hands, tongue his balls, sit on his face, eat Marsha's pussy, fuck her with a strap-on, and finally, finally, desperate and at wits end, I beg to be allowed to kneel and spread myself wide so he can split my ass with his monstrously thick cock--anything, anything, whatever he wants--just please, please, please make it stop!

Suddenly, the ropes go slack and I am on my knees. My wrists, still bound behind me, thud down against my ass, and the weight that was suspended between my nipples drops down to the ground. Blessed relief! The butterfly still buzzes against my clit, making my pussy quake and my hips twist, but the intense pain has receded and I am flooded with a rush of endorphins. Tears come to my eyes and I raise my head to breathe, to catch my first good breath in what seems like forever, and you are there. You are there before me and your hand is fisted in my hair and you are pulling me forward, forward, your hard cock pressed against my lips and your voice above me, instructing me to take it all, to suck your cock until your balls are empty like the good little slut that I am.

I open my mouth and relax into it, grateful it is you who has ended my pain, thrilled to tears to serve you, the man I love, in whatever capacity you desire. Softened by pleasure and pain and love, I submit to your mastery and make love to you with my mouth, sucking you as you have trained me to do, until your cock is pulsing in my throat and you are crying out the agony of your own climax, my name on your lips.



Bonding With Baby Gurl



Daddies share a very special bond with their baby girls. It is a mystical bond that transcends all others and is beyond description.

In the father's eyes, his baby girl is his very world. She is his princess and even though she may have mild or sometimes sever character flaws, to him she can do no wrong. In short, the world revolves around his little girl and nobody better mess with her or there will be hell to pay and he will be the payment collector.

To the little daddy's girl, her father is the pinnacle of perfection. Her daddy is the best thing ever and he knows all and can fix all and will always be there for her. If you were to ask her who hung the sun, moon and the stars, she would look at you and say in a sweet little girl voice "My daddy did."

My sweet daughter Mandy and I share this type of bond and more. It is a bond that is deeper than words can even imagine to begin to describe and a bond that is almost mystical and spiritual and one that will never be broken.

Our bond began on her birthday which happens to be the same as mine and over the years grew stronger and stronger. Growing up my pet name for her was "Buttercup" but now as our relationship has evolved to a deeper more intimate level of soulmates and lovers, I call her my "Sweet Peaches n' Crème."

How did we cross the line from a regular father daughter relationship to one of intense passion, well it began slowly and gradually and before you know it we had crossed the line but without regret or remorse.

To give a better understanding of how it all occurred we need to go back to the beginning. Miranda, my wife and I met in college. I was studying to be a graphics design and advertising major and Miranda was studying to be a nurse. We had a whirlwind courtship and before we knew it Miranda was preggers and we were married when we were both about 20. Six months later, on my 21st birthday, Mandy was born. 

For nine years we had a wonderful life but unfortunately Miranda could not have anymore children. We were a very close and loving family and next to my loving wife Miranda, Mandy was my world. I was fortunate to have a good boss who let me do a lot of work from home so I was there for Mandy when my wife had to pull the long 7a.m.-7 p.m. shifts.

From day one, I doted on Mandy and she was my little princess. As she grew older our bond became stronger and Miranda thinking it was sweet, encouraged it. Never in my wildest or darkest imagination did I ever think I would be sharing my bed with my daughter. I just loved her like a normal father did and she loved me.

Also Mandy knew that she could come to us when ever she faced a problem and we encouraged her to be open and honest with us no matter what the issue and she was.

For all practical purposes, it was a storybook life but tragedy would strike shortly after Mandy's 9th birthday which would bring tears to her sweet little eyes and I would have to look into those sweet loving brown eyes and tell her that her mommy wasn't coming home that she would be "Walking with the angels and looking after us in heaven."

Miranda had been hit by a drunk driver after pulling a late shift on the weekend and as I took Mandy to see her mother, Miranda took Mandy by the hand and said sweetly and lovingly "You are going to be the woman of the house from now on. I want you to promise me you will take good care of your daddy and love him like I would and care for him like I do."

"I promise mommy," Mandy said as Miranda stroked her sweet dark chestnut brown hair in pigtails and wiped the tears from her eyes'

"Fret not little one," Miranda said with a soft smile. "I will always be with you and in you. All I ask is you love and take care of your father and be the best little girl you can be," and with that she closed her eyes and we were ushered from the room

Two days later Miranda was buried and from the moment the funeral was over Mandy knew she was now the woman of the house and from that day forward our relationship would become stronger.

I threw myself into work and looking after Mandy. She was all I had left and I was determined to hold on to her. If I could be faulted with anything for the next nine or so years it would be being an overly protective father, yet Mandy knew and understood I was doing it out of love and appreciated it.

From the time we were on our own Mandy was open and honest about anything that concerned her. The first big test of this was shortly after school started when she was thirteen. Mandy came home and wanted to talk to me about a problem that was bothering her.

"What is the is the matter Buttercup," I said with a sweet loving fatherly voice.

"I need to talk to you about something but I don't know how to put it," Mandy said looking at me with those big brown eyes. "I was scared and when I told the school nurse about my problem she just smiled and said it was normal and that I should talk to you about it."

"Well tell daddy what the problem is," I said stroking her brown hair making her fell comfortable.

"Well, I was", and she then got quiet and looked around as if to see if any one was listening and then in a soft whisper continued the sentence by saying "bleeding from between my legs," and with that she almost turned a shade of deep red she blushed so much.

"Oh I see," I replied smiling knowing that it was time to have "the talk" with my little girl so I explained to her that it was all part of growing up and that nature was just getting her body ready for when she gets married and has her own family. 

With a great sigh of relief she hugged my neck but then said the school nurse told her to get some pads and if I could pick her out some, so I did and with that little crisis solved she was happy once again.

The next three years would be pretty much uneventful except I would watch her go through typical teenager stuff. She would want to dye her hair purple then she out grew that, then she wanted to wear make up so I helped her with that.

In high school I also watched her go through a number of stages. The first one was when she went on a "meatless kick." She became a hard core vegetarian because a friend convinced her that it was the right thing to do so I honored it. However that didn't last two weeks and she broke that kick by bringing home a Big Mac.™

Also during this time, her hair would change and lighten as well as become curly(almost frizzy). It would lighten to a sandy brownish-blonde color she would joke that she resembled a poodle dog because of her curls, but she didn't care. 

The next big events in which my fatherly advise would be called upon occurred basically at the same time(within a week or so of each other) the autumn following her 16th birthday. 

She had come home from a party smelling of smoke and being the concerned father I asked her had she been smoking any thing. She tried to play it off but I had her look me in the eyes and tell me she hadn't been smoking. 

That is when I noticed she couldn't and she told me that she had tired pot and had started smoking cigarettes as she pulled a pack that was nearly ¾ empty from her jacket pocket. 

"So how long has then been going on young lady," I said in a loving but stern voice holding the cigarettes up. 

"About a week or so," Mandy said looking down sheepishly afraid to look at me.

"Look at me," I said in a loving voice putting my hand under her chin to get her to raise her head up. "Why didn't you come to me first if you wanted to start smoking," I said. "I wouldn't have liked it but I could have gotten you the cigarettes."

"Would you have really," Mandy said smiling

"Yes," I replied. "Believe it or not I am not some ogar. If you want to take up smoking I can't talk bad about it because as you have seen I do it too on occasion."

"There is however one thing you must know," I added. "The law says that in this state persons under the age of 18 cannot purchase alcohol or tobacco so all you need to do is to tell me what brand you like and I will get them for you."

"You will," Mandy said smiling. "Thanks. That's a load off my mind. I was worried about how I was going to get them. Angie's sister got them for her and Angie gave me this pack."

"Well sweetie, there is one stipulation I will make and you MUST agree to," I added.

"And what's that," Mandy said almost in a worried tone.

"You must agree that you will only smoke here at the house or when you and I are together somewhere" I said. "Agreed?"

"Agreed," Mandy replied smiling. "Thanks a lot You 're the best dad in the world and I am sorry I snuck behind your back and started smoking," Mandy said giving me a warm hug and going off to bed. 

With that I would have no more problems with her sneaking around doing things. However, would I be ready for what came next? The answer would be yes and no.

I was not ready for the fact that my baby girl was thinking about sex, what father is. There she was 16 years old and fully developed, her supple 34B-24-34 body, medium figure and her hair worn almost like a young woman. My baby girl was not a baby anymore, but I am glad that she decided to come to me with the issue.

It seems that she had begun experimenting with self pleasure. She pulled the dlido out that her best friend Angie had let her borrow.

"So tell me how far have you gone sexually," I asked concerned but nicely.

I haven't slept with a guy if that is what you are worried about," she said in an exasperated tone. "Don't worry, I am not ready for that," she said smiling. "I am saving myself for someone special, my prince charming and knight in shining armor." 

"When I find him you will be the first to know," she said assuringly putting her hand on mine. Little did either of us know that that statement would be a foreshadowing of our relationship to come.

After Mandy turned 18 the summer of her graduation, she now was of legal age and she began acting like an adult. When she was at home, she would wear little if anything and was now not afraid to let me see her naked and it seems like she went out of her way to let me see her that way.

Mandy also made it a point to try to see me naked. She always seemed to catch me when I was showering or changing clothes to talk to me and she would act non-chalantly about it standing there topless or in an open shirt and no panties.

Lastly, Mandy would begin acting more affectionate towards me especially when we were home alone. When we would be sitting around the couch watching television, she would want to curl up on the couch next to me wearing only an open shirt or topless wearing panties.

When we would be sitting like that she would have her sweet little body in my arms with my arms around her and her fingers interlocked with mine and our hands would be resting very close to her crotch. 

Surprisingly enough we never really did anything. I don't think either one of us were yet ready to but she was sure as hell sending messages that she wanted our relationship to become closer than it had before.

She also became more open sexually. She told me she wanted to go on birth control and was thinking about a special man she knew who was older and was waiting for the time to have sex with him. I told her then name of Miranda's OBGYN and she got on the shot once every three months.

I was hoping she was building up to introduce me to some college guy she had met in summer school but somehow I had the distinct impression that it was me she was talking about.

This cat and mouse game of pleasure as I call it went on for almost a year There were many times where the mood was right for us to cross that line but neither of us did. However we would cross that line one dark and stormy night and from that point we would never look back

I remember it like it was yesterday. It was the night before our birthday and we had been sitting around on the couch as usual watching a movie. Once the flick was over we went to bed. Mandy kissed me good night a soft peck on the cheek and went to her room and me to mine.

Around 1:30 in the morning or so I was awaken by loud thunder and steady flashes of lightning. It had appeared that the thunderstorm the weather forecasters were wondering about had held together and was just making its way into our area.

The next thing I knew, there was Mandy standing in the doorway in nothing but an open shirt and looking like she did when she was scared as a little girl.

" I can't sleep," she said in the little girl voice she used to have when she was really scared and had a pouty look on her face, standing there in a classic little girl pose with her head cocked to the side. 

"This storm has got me scared and I need to be with someone. Can I sleep with you daddy?" 

"Come on Buttercup" I said in a loving daddy voice and with that she smiled and came towards me.

The lightning flashes illuminated her body and made her seem to move in slow motion as she walked to me and took her shirt off. She then crawled into bed and got under the covers.

"You called me Buttercup." Mandy said with a sweet smile as she nestled her warm little naked body up against mine "You haven't called me Buttercup since I was a little girl."

"You will always be my little Buttercup no matter how old you get," I said as I went to hug her and give her a soft kiss on the forehead.

"Mmmmm this is nice," Mandy said as she had her back turned towards me and her hot little naked body nestled up against my naked body.

I couldn't help but have naughty thoughts about Mandy and it really became evident when my cock grew gradually and steadily erect and began pressing on her butt and the small of her back.

"Ooooooh," Mandy said with a lusty naughty little girl voice. "I feel something pressing me in my back. I wonder what it is," she added with a devilish grin putting her hand on my erect 8 inch cock and gently began stroking it.

"Oh my, is daddy having naughty thoughts about his little girl," Mandy said in a coy lusty voice.

I couldn't say a word and I knew I had been busted

"Don't worry," Mandy said reassuringly. "I find it quite arousing myself and must confess I like it, a lot," and with that she put her hands on mine and placed one hand between her breast and one between her legs on her warm wet pussy.

"Ohhhhh yes" she purred. "Rub your hands all over my hot little body."

I didn't know what to think but I wasted no time fulfilling her request. I started by caressing her soft supple breasts, cupping them in my hands and moved my hands up and down her torso until I reached her pussy where I would gently stroke it.

"Oh god yes daddy," Mandy crooned with delight. "Don't stop," and with that she put her arm around my neck and gently caressed the side of my face as our bodies rubbed together.

I kissed her on the ear and began to softly nibble on her the flesh of her neck.

"Mmmmmm," she purred. "That feels so good."

As we lovingly caressed each other's bodies, our faces turned towards each other and our lips met for the first time. It would be the spark which would ignite a firestorm of passion that would consume us and lead to a night of carnal pleasures neither of us would ever forget or regret.

The kisses were deep tongue probing tonsil swabbing French kisses, very intense and very passionate. Mandy turned over now so that she was laying on top of me and we embraced as we continued to kiss. Her warm, soft, sweet naked body felt heavenly pressed against mine. 

Our limbs intertwined and we rubbed our legs together and as we did, Mandy slowly grinded her pussy against my pulsating cock. Outside the winds, rain thunder and lightning were raging as the massive storm pummeled the house. Inside, a storm was raging as well: A hot, torrid, unstoppable storm of lascivious, carnal lust. 

I rolled Mandy over so that now she was on her back and began kissing and nibbling her neck as I began to make my way slowly down her sweet inviting body. I soon forgot that she was my little girl and saw her as a hot sensual young woman with whom I wanted to make mad, hot, passionate monkey love to.

"Take me," Mandy moaned with a breathy passionate voice. "Make me your hot little naughty slut."

This was a side I had never seen in Mandy although I must say she was a lot like her mother only more intense.

I moved my way down from Mandy's neck and zeroed in on her soft sumptuous breasts. I began to kiss and lick around her nipples and softly suck on them then I lovingly ran my tongue over her breast as she just crooned with delight.

After spending about five to ten minutes on her breasts, I softly kissed my way down her torso until I reached the top of her pubic region and gently gave her pussy a little lick up the slit.

"Mmmmm yes daddy," Mandy purred in a breathy voice. "Eat me. I wanna cum in your mouth as you savor my sweet nectar."

Mandy's legs instinctively parted and I dove into her pussy using my tongue lick a little cock and my fingers to bring her off to orgasm after earth shattering orgasm.

As I sucked on Mandy's sweet little pussy, she took my head and grabbed my brownish blonde hair and held my head there as she bucked up to meet my motions. In short, she was fucking my face.

I would make her cum at least twice in the fifteen to twenty minutes in which I ate her out and I savored every bit of her sweet honey dew nectar. She was sweeter than the sweetest Peaches and Crème and from this night forth I would call her that. 

After completely satisfying her orally, Mandy would want me to fuck her. I asked her how she wanted it first and much to my surprise she wanted to be on top as she rode me cowgirl style.

Mandy rolled her body on top of mine and eased her pussy slowly down on to my cock. It was evident that she was pretty much a virgin because it hurt as it went in but she wanted it all.

As soon as I was inside her she just laid there at first as she got used to having my manhood deep inside her. We kissed as she slowly pumped my cock to keep it hard on my advice.

After she got used to the feeling she raised her body up and began to slowly fuck me cowgirl style. I put my hands on her hips and guided her motions. Her warm soft sweet silky smooth pussy felt like the finest satin against the sides of my cock. It was like hundreds of little velvety fingers gently stroking and caressing the sides of my cock.

Mandy would eventually build up speed and soon would be riding me fast and furiously. It wouldn't be long until the flower of her virtue would be plucked and as her hymen broke, she crooned with passion saying in a lustful breathy voice "Oh god yes-s-s-s-s-s "I am a woman now." 

This would not stop Mandy, however; Instead, it added fuel to her fire and she begin riding me like I was a bucking bronco bouncing up and down on my cock. She pulled me up so that now we were both sitting up rocking back and forth as we fucked.

This would last for about five minutes and as it did we passionately kissed and caressed each others bodies and then she would lay me back down and continue to ride me.

It wouldn't be long until either of us would cum. I could fill my cock swell with cum and I felt Mandy's sweet little tight pussy quiver.

Oh yes-s-s-s-s- daddy make me cum," Mandy moaned in passion and with that she gasped for breath and I felt her pussy trickle its sweet juices over my cock. This signaled my cock to let spunk its load and I sent my hot manhood spewing forth into my sweet little girl. 

Mandy would not want to stop and sweetly begged for more so I turned her over and laid her on her back and embraced her as I lie on top of her. My rock hard cock sunk deep into her soaking wet pussy and Mandy wrapped those luscious legs around my back and locked her ankles. We began fucking once again except this time, instead of being fast hot and furious, it was slow loving and sensual. 




Bonding With Baby Gurl



As we fucked our bodies moved in perfect harmony and our flesh melted together like the finest fresh creamy butter on hot baked pastry. Our souls would become one and we would form a mystical spiritual and sensual bond that could never be broken.

Mandy and I soon became lost in our own little world. It was like time and space had been suspended and the only thing we could hear was the beating of each other's hearts. We knew the other's pleasure without uttering a word. The outside world had faded away and Mandy and I were in our own sensual universe.

The passion would rise higher and higher as wave after wave of carnal pleasure would overtake us. I could feel my sweet baby girl cum at least once during this time, yet we were so sexed up, we did not want to break the momentum. 

The storm that had been raging outside had pretty much blown over and only remnants remained; However, the storms of carnal passion that were brewing between us were far from subsiding and would only intensify. 

Eventually, we would both cum again and I would send my hot load spewing forth into Mandy's eagerly waiting pussy like a massive erupting volcano which had been dormant for centuries. 

Mandy and I collapsed together as we slowly came down from our orgasmic high. Soon the ordinary world would come back into view and we would lie together as we held one another.

"Oh daddy, you have made my first time everything I imagined it would be," Mandy said with a soft sigh. "I am so glad I saved myself for you. I never want it to end. You are the only man for me and I want us to be together forever."

I told Mandy I felt the same way and we lovingly embraced and fell together in each other's arms as we drifted slowly off to sleep. The next morning I would be awaken by the feeling of Mandy sucking on my monster cock and she would drink every bit of my hot sticky cum, not missing a drop. 

That evening we would go out and celebrate our mutual birthday with a nigh out on the town of dinner and dancing. Later that evening we would take a chartered boat I had arranged and spend from midnight to almost day break making love topside while the captain had parked and slept below deck. For the remainder of the weekend, we would stay in bed fucking and sucking each other taking time out only for eating bathing and other necessities.

Over time Mandy and I would fall deeper and deeper in love and would become regular sex partners making it together almost every night. Who would have ever imagined that Mandy and I would become lovers. I never would have but I am so glad that our bond has been formed.



Bonding with Big Sis



Hey hope you enjoy the story. Thank you allaboutne for the editing.

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I being a peeping tom, entreating on my own flesh and blood, can attest to the pleasures it brings. I'm a 19 year old guy currently living at home awaiting university. I'm 5 foot 11, athletic with a pretty toned physique, and sandy blonde medium length hair. I have an older sister who is a goddess in my eyes and everyone in town's as well. Ariel is 22, 5ft 2, short black hair, lip and tongue piercing, tatted, tan, beautiful figure with 34 b tits but a supple round ass to make up for her lack of bust. Honestly I never looked her in a sexual way until recently. Seeing how she's 3 years older than me we never really had much of a relationship. But she recently had to move back into the house due to her losing her job and finding out that the man she's been living with was sleeping around on her. So back to her old room she went, which is how I started my current profession as the peeping tom.

Within a week of her being home we started to develop a close bond. We would talk, hang out, go out and see the town, stay up late watching movies discussing whatever came to mind. I found out that her finding out that her ex was sleeping around caused her to have an emotional break down and quit her job. She then decided to move back home for the fresh start that she needed. I also learned that she had a wild side which was what caused me to begin to lust after her. I began to look at her in a different way, especially when she would walk around in nothing but a T-shirt and panties. And I have to say I admire her selection of panties. The more I admired the more I realized my sister's beautiful supple butt with a sexy tramp stamp to make it stand out. I pride myself on being professional at my peeping tom ways so of course I tried to look at that tramp stamp, nice thick rump and those pleasantly small breasts every chance she unconsciously gave me.

One particular night, as I like to call, 'that great night,' she came into my room which is located directly across from hers. She asked if I had any deodorant wearing nothing but a towel, hair wet obviously from the shower she just got out of. I took a deep breath pulling my blanket over my growing erection pointing toward my computer desk. She thanked me apologizing for the intrusion exiting my room. Before she left she stopped and commented on how I've grown up which made me blush a tad but I quickly shrugged it off like it was nothing. Once she left I quickly got up to lock my door to take care of myself. I proceeded to stroke my length picturing her lips gliding up and down my shaft. I then began to imagine sliding my thick cock deep into her entrance making her moan in pleasure. I furiously beat my dick off to 2 orgasms leaving myself in an exhausted state. I soon fell asleep to dream of further sexual ploys. That was literally the pivotal point for me to kick my peeping to the next level.

The weekend following that great night, my parents went out of town leaving me and Ariel alone. I was excited knowing I'd have her to myself for the entire night. I went upstairs soon after they shipped out to notify Ariel that we'd be alone. As I neared her bedroom door I noticed it was not all the way shut leaving a small vantage point. I quietly snuck closer hoping I could catch her dressing, to my delight she was doing just that. Stepping out of bed in nothing but her blue lace panties, her delicious looking nipples resting on top of her beautiful perky tits. The sight of her made my mouth sag open and my eyes pop open as wide as they could, to get as much of her as I could fit into my memory. Man did I want to spend a whole day savoring those nipples bringing her to climax.

I noticed she was finished dressing so I quickly retreated to my room just past my door to listen to where she was headed. She went downstairs to grab breakfast I assume. So I quickly but quietly headed for her room. I knew her laundry hamper was by the door so I grabbed a pair of dirty worn panties and creeped back to my room to take care of my throbbing erection. I immediately undressed and took a deep inhale of her panties. My nostrils flooded with her delicious scent I proceeded to furiously masturbate thinking of being buried between those beautiful thighs.

Right before I was about to cum when I heard a knock on my door with a cute. "Can I come in?"

I quickly hid her panties under my pillow and pulled on some sweats trying to compose myself as I said. "Come in."

She entered, the most gorgeous girl in the world, with a wicked grin on her face. "Where's mom and dad?"

"They are gone for the weekend." I smiled trying to turn sideways to hide my erection in my sweats.

To my embarrassment she noticed the tent in my sweats. "Oh... My... It looks like someone's been busy, sorry for interrupting."

I blushed so hard that I am sure I was red beginning to stammer. "I uhh... Ohh... Well... You see the thing is..."

"It's ok, you are a man, after all..." Her eyes moved down my body pinning my junk with a quick stair, and then she looked back into my eyes with a smile as she left.

I quickly finished, still holding my crimson hue as I bit into my lip pulling up the same sweats she walked in on me wearing. As soon as my foot touched the last step my eyes scanned the room to see her sitting on the couch with expectant giggling eyes.

"You're finished already? Hopefully not on my account." She laughs with the cutest voice that I've ever heard, after a moment of me silently blushing in place she waved me over to the couch. "So... Do you have any plans for tonight?

"No, I was just planning on staying in and maybe catching the game. Do you want to join me?"

"Yes, as long as you keep your little guy under control." We both laughed now as I continued to blush.

"Hey now I'm not little" I replied joking back.

"I noticed. My little brother isn't so little any more, I know the ladies must love that"

"Actually I don't really have the best of luck with women, always left with old righty" I chuckled making a jerking off motion.

We continued to laugh as we flipped on the game. I swear I could feel her eyes on me as we watched the game, I just dismissed it as my mind playing tricks on me.

During halftime she said. "I'm tired. So I'm going to head upstairs."

I said. "Ok, see u in the morning."

I watched as she moved up the stairs and put my attention back on the game. After the game went off I went upstairs to my room, but paused when I heard the faint sound of cries, I noticed that they were coming from my sister's room. I crept closer to her door to eavesdrop to find out that they weren't cries but moans. My dick immediately sprung to life and better even still the door wasn't fully closed. I found that out by accidentally putting too much pressure and pushing it open. Hoping she didn't notice I stayed still. Then I proceeded to push further till I had a clear view of one of the most beautiful sights I've ever seen: My sister on her back legs spread 2 knuckles deep into her dripping wet pussy.

My mouth began to water and I tried to stay quiet as I slipped my hand into my sweats to rub my erection. God she was so fucking beautiful, how I wished that was my head instead of her hand. I watched while furiously stroking my hog as she fingered and rubbed her pussy moaning and writhing about on her bed. I peeked my head in to inhale her smell which made me about faint. God how I wanted to fuck my sister delirious.

Then I got the biggest shock of my life when I heard her moan. "John, oh John fuck me with that monster. Give it to your sister. Show her whose boss."

Was she talking about me, if she wasn't who else named John is her brother? She wants me too, fuck yeah. I smiled but held back because there's a huge difference between fantasy and reality. I continued to watch but devised a plot to give us what we both wanted.

I went to my room to lie on my bed and made sure I wore the tightest smallest pair of underwear I could find, so she could see my arousal. I waited a minute then called out for her to come to my room. Five minutes passed then I heard her walking to my room.

She came and asked. "What do you need?"

I could clearly still see her arousal as the front of her panties had a wet spot, her nipples were at attention in the small tank top that barely held her all in. "I think I pulled something in my shoulder when I worked out."

Which was total bull shit but I needed her close to see my arousal. "Aww, you poor thing, how can I help?"

"Do you think you could like massage my neck and shoulders maybe that would ease some of the pain?"

"Ok." She agreed and came over.

I sat up scooting away from the head board to give her room to sit behind me. She did and soon started to lightly massage my shoulders. I know she noticed my cock because when she first got on the bed I heard her take a breath. She began to massage my neck which surprised me by how great she was at massaging.

"Damn, it's already being relieved. You really know how to use your hands sis"

"Yeah I know a thing or two"

"Maybe you can show me everything you know" I said chuckling as if I was joking, but I made my dick twitch in my undies obviously making my statement known.

"Mmhm maybe but I don't think some of my talents are appropriate or socially acceptable"

"Whys that, I'd accept you no matter what." I chuckled leaning back into her and rotating my hips slightly making my piston tremor from the friction of my underwear.

"You know why, don't think I haven't noticed you eyeing my body" She paused her hands.

"What?" I said knowing I was caught but knew I was in too deep to turn back, hell I know she wanted me to. Damn vixen teasing me.

"It's Ok bro. I like the attention and having a pervert for a brother isn't such a bad thing. But can I ask for my green panties back."

"Damn I thought I was being sneaky?"

"Well you failed." As she said this I began to notice her grinding against my back and how her hands were increasingly getting lower on my chest and more intimate.

"Damn you've grown up, I really shouldn't even be doing this. We both know it's wrong." Her breath is a whisper against my neck.

I push my back towards her, just in time with her grinding against me and I hear her gasp a little, I decides to switch tactics. "Sis my shoulders and traps are really killing me, let's just not even talk about that anymore. Do you mind sitting like in front of me, on the side or something to get these traps?"

Her hands pause on my chest as she looks down at me. "I'm not getting in your lap."

"Who said anything about you getting in my lap? Pervert, come on and sit right here next to me or somethin." I smirk as she blushes bright red moving to sit in front of me, off to the side of course.

"Fine, right here?" She seemed to actually be trying to massage my traps from the front, at the horribly awkward angle.

"I guess, it kind of feels ok." I let the disappointment clearly show in my tone as she doubles her efforts leaning up on her knees as she pushes against my traps.

"How about now?" She says leaning over me slightly as her breasts swing in my face, her fingers gripping tighter against me as I watch as little beads of sweat begin to show on her cleavage.

"I guess." I sigh exaggeratedly, "Maybe I should do it?" I offer knowing that she's not going to go for that.

"Wait... I can give a damn massage. Look, I need to be directly in front of you, so just relax." She says licking her lips and sitting directly on my lap.

My dick strains hard as her weight comes crashing down on it. Her gasp was enough to drive me wild. My hands grip onto her ass as I rock my hips forward sending my cock digging at her slit. She shudders over me and moans as my face pushes into her cleavage.

"Oh! Wait" She whimpers shoving her hips down into mine.

"You ok?" I ask hoarsely, trying to push the front of her shirt down with my chin, feeling the soft flesh of her breasts grind against my face.

"Bro." She moans out as she pulls her head back looking down at me.

"What? I thought you were about to fall... Sorry." I say keeping my hands griped tight on her ass.

"Come on, you know what I mean." She says gripping onto my hands pulling them up from her ass to her back.

"Oh. You mean this." I smile gripping onto her ass shoving her back down into my lap. My hips bucking up hard as I push back against her sexy little slit.

"Shit!" She moans gripping onto my traps beginning to massage them.

"Come on sis." I moan out softly, the tip of my cock beginning to peek out of the top of my undies.

I keep my hands gripping firmly against her ass as my hips slowly grind back and forward touching her precious sex through her panties. She whimpers out to me as she continues to grip and tug at my traps, her breathing coming out harder as she drops her forehead against mine. She bites onto her bottom lip looking directly in my eyes as I continued to shove back and forth against her panties. Her mouth moves closer to mine as her breath comes out against my lips, her breath holding the sweet smell of mint. Her lips graze right across mine and my hands dive lower against her ass, my fingertips touching her labia so gently that she let me for a few strokes.

"Oh, fuck" She whimpers grinding back against my fingers and shaft.

My heart was racing as the lust in my mind clouded all rational thought. My fingers slide from her puckered little anus to her snatch lips and back a few times before her head moves away from mine and she sits up taking in a deep breath. Her hands push into her hair and she shakes her head getting up from my lap. I watch in disbelief as she leans forward gripping onto my mass for just a second before releasing it and walking away.

"Wait!" I scramble up too late as she closes the door leaving me alone in my room. "Fuck!" I groan leaning back against the head board.

My cock twitching with anticipation as I hear my sister's door slam shut with a finality that had dread swimming up my spine. 'Shit did I push her to hard? Is she going to rat me out to our parents?' I bite nervously into my bottom lip feeling my dick quickly deflating as too many scenarios begin to play through my mind.

I stood up moving to my door and cracking it just a little, trying to hear if my sister was on the phone. I couldn't make out anything just low mumbling. I moved closer to her door, pressing my ear to it and that's when I heard it. Her beautiful voice moaning out my name, it was muffled but it was definitely my name. I pushed the door opened to see her pushing a pillow down into her face with her fingers pushing in and out of her soaking wet hole.

Her legs were in the air and her body arching off of the bed towards me as an invitation. I took it, without a second thought. I wrapped my lips around her clit so fast she didn't have time to respond. Her fingers pushed into my hair as she moaned out louder. Her hips bucking up to my face as I push two fingers deep into her cunt lips.

"Oh!! Oh... Yes!" She screams into the pillow as my rod gets harder and harder.

She continues to hump her hips up to me and scream her praise to me into her pillow. Her hands clutching tight to my hair as my thumb flicks over her clit. Her legs shudder as I ram my fingers harder against her cunt walls, sending my thumb over her clit again. She creams all over my hand in seconds as her toes curl hard and she yanks my hair harder to her. I grunt from the sting of my scalp and climb up her body. My pole pushing against the thin waistband of my underwear.

Her breathing muted by the pillow as my shaft grinds right across her puffy lips. Her legs spread wider allowing me to get more room to ride her. Her hands release my hair as the pillow falls away from her face. Her eyes shocked, sated, and lustful burn holes into mine. My throat dries out quickly as her hips shove up against mine, making me moan, and her hands push down my back as I continue grinding against the cotton of my underwear.

She nibbles at my chin slightly before kissing it, my hips continuing their tempo grinding in her welcoming thighs. I move my head down as my lips find hers, kissing her for the very first time on the mouth, tongues dancing and grinding against each other. My hips shoving harder at her as the tip of my snake finally finds an escape and grinds right against her soaking wet skin. We both pause for just a moment, my length soaking in her wetness, her legs spread for me and our mouths locked in a death grip trying to suck each other's face off.

I ease my hips back not wanting to scare her off again, her finger nails push into my skin slightly, her eyes going wide as she swallows hard. I could literally see the fight she was having in her mind with herself. I eased my hips forward and held still as my cock nestled right outside of her lips, snuggling hard with her clit as her head drops back against the bed. I lift my hips once more watching her and lower them quicker this time, feeling my tip shove her lips out the way, and pop right on the inside of her pussy walls.

My eyes close as my head falls inside the crook of her neck. Her hips seemed to pull away slightly as she moaned softly to me. 'Was that a go ahead? Fuck she's so tight' I hear a loud yelling in my head as I lift my hips once more, my cock shoves down hard as it digs roughly into her fuck box. She moans out loud as her hands push up at my chest. My shaft pulls out all the way and slams back into her making her moan even louder.

Afraid my neighbors would hear I cover her mouth and slide out grinding back into her harder, my balls slapping roughly against her ass as she claws at my back, her head tilting up and her eyes rolling back into her skull. My hips pick up speed as I begin smashing into her sweet naughty lips, her cunt gobbling me up whole as I moan into her ear, biting against her neck and pushing my hand roughly shoving at her mouth. She whimpers and moans out louder feeling my cock stabbing at her, grinding her guts together and fucking her deeper with each stroke.

I released her mouth and her screams of pleasure filled the room, I felt her vulva shivering around me, her fingernails digging into my ass as I gripped onto the back of her head. She moaned to me as my mouth covered hers, she consumed me as her pussy quaked her release. Her body went slack under mine, as I stopped my movements, pulling out of her and turned her over onto her stomach.

"Lift your ass for me." I whispered, her ass lifting just as quickly as the words left my mouth.

I pushed my underwear completely off and slid my cock deep into her frame in one stroke. Her back arched hard as she gasped low. My rod shivered at the fit of her gripping walls, my hand moved around and began to push at her clit. She whimpered digging her hands into the blanked pushing back at me as I began to dig in and out of her cunt. My hips smacking at the back of her thighs as I shoved forward harder. My hand ripped hard across her ass with a loud smack as she moans louder shoving back against me.

"That's it sis, take me." I groan to her shoving harder into her walls.

She looks back at me as her mouth hangs open, her eyes wide with shock and her cheeks blushing bright red. I lean forward gripping a hand full of her hair yanking her head back and smashing forward into her. She groans and yells loud feeling my tip digging deeper into her hole. I shove my elbow into her back making her back arch deep for me as I crushed my cock harder into her hole. My eyes close tight as I moan in sync with her yells. My balls tightening as her box gulps down whatever I threw at her.

My hips continued to smash forward as my cock shivered harder and harder. "Fuck! I'm about to cum again!" She yelled loud.




Bonding with Big Sis



"Cum for me." I ground out trying to hold back my seed until I felt her gripping me tighter.

Her shivering box walls tossing me over the edge as I came hard in her frame. My balls empting their entire batch of batter into her shuddering walls. I fold over her panting hard as her body slumped against the bed hard. Our breathing the only audible thing at this point. My eyes are closed tight as my cock shivers and spews its last jets of cum into her frame. 

"Oh...My... God! I cannot believe we just did that." Her voice came out to me low and unconcerned.

"Your pussy, is so fucken tight." I murmur into her ear kissing the shell of her ear and licking at her neck.

"You are so bad." She scolded me with no heat in her words.

"I'm going to show you just how bad I can be over these next few days." I chuckled kissing her lips feeling her tongue sneak out and push into my mouth. I'm not sure how long we laid like that, but what I do know is, this is going to last way longer than just a weekend.



Bonding with Mom



Breastfeeding. I have always found it sensual. My tits have always been hot zones for my lovers. Caressed correctly could cause several orgasms. Hell as my kids grew up and I nursed them I would have them. Some would call me sick, but the bond it built over time was incredible. After they were 4, I never nursed my twins in public ever again, and after they started public school I stopped it altogether. It was always in the privacy of my home. My husband always supported the nursing as it was healthy and he knew the bond it strengthened. With our active sex life, my milk production continued. I was worried about it, but the doctor said there was no harm in it. The only way it would stop would be if I dried up or my tits were left alone for about a month. Haha Like that was going to happen. Jerry, my husband, was always pinching my nips as we passed in the house. Once we were alone he attacked them with a vengeance. He loved watching the milk flow out of them and he loved feeding at the trough too. He would often tit fuck me and use the milk as lube.

Sadly, Jerry passed about six months ago. Just after Erin and Perrin turned 18. I was at home when I got the call he had been killed in an auto accident. I was distraught at first, but learned to cope. Erin and Perrin went to a local junior college so they stayed at home. The life insurance policy covered everything and left a healthy sum for us to get by. I invested the money and although it was not a lot they paid off and I was able to make the last payment on our house last week. The investments also equated to interest payments that were more per year than I made at my job.

Tomorrow was Friday and the kids didn't have school. We planned to go through Jerry's things that we couldn't use and donate what we had to Goodwill and other charities.

Erin was an engineering major, and she had earned a full ride with her academics. Perrin, her twin sister, was taking gunsmithing classes. She was more the tomboy that Erin. She went hunting and shooting with her father every chance she got. Erin had his brains. They both got their looks from me. Both had raven black hair and blue eyes. They were both tall like their father though standing 6' and both weighed about 150. They weren't heavy but neither were real jocks like their friends. Their 34 Bs sat nicely on their chest. Me, well that is a bit different. I am blond with green eyes. I was a 36 B until I started nursing. The milk production made them sag and look toward the ground, but Jerry never complained and the right bra kept men staring.

The front door closing took me out of my reverie followed by a, "Hey mom," from the kitchen.

"Hi, Erin, I am in here on the couch."

She came in and bent over the back of the couch and gave me a kiss hello. "Where is sis?"

"She hasn't made it home yet. She said something about stopping for snacks for us for our movie night."

"Ok, I am going to get comfortable and get a shower. You want a beer?"

"Sure," I said as I leaned to get up. Erin put her hands on my shoulders and told me to stay put.

"Erin, I have to go get into something else as well. I have been cleaning most of the day."

"Alright then, go to your room and I will bring the beer to you."

I had just finished changing into an old t-shirt when I heard the front door open and Perrin cursing.

"Damn baggers!" followed by a crashing sound. I quickly went downstairs to find salsa and chips on the floor. Luckily the salsa jars had not broken.

"Hey, sweetheart," I said as I bent over to help Perrin pick up the groceries that fell.

"Hi mom. Stupid baggers filled them too full again. Where is Erin?"

"Right here doofus. Mom, you are giving me a full moon!"

I turned around and stuck my tongue out at her. "You said we should get comfortable." I bet you don't have panties on either. She lifted her dress shirt hem and revealed her bare pussy.

"Nope," she said laughing, "Perrin, why don't you grab a beer and go get comfy mom and I will put things away."

"Sounds great!"

Perrin ran off to her bedroom and was not long before she strutted in with nothing on but a smile. I almost spit my beer out when she came back into the kitchen. She was carrying a box in her hands.

She smiled and said, "Well you said to get comfy."

Erin laughed, took the box from her, and popped her on her ass. Then ran quickly to the living room. When we got in there she had the lights low and the curtains pulled shut.

"Ok, mom, since we are going through dad's things we thought tonight's movie selection should be one from these old home movies," said Erin.

"Fine with me," I said. Little did I know which one they would pick.

When the DVD started playing Jerry was there on camera. Erin and Perrin were about 3 years old. "Here we see the mother lion in her den tending her cubs," Jerry was narrating. The dvd panned around from Jerry's face to show me laying there naked on the couch with the twins nursing each from one boob. He put the camera down on top of the tv so it showed the entire screen. His sister Jenny came in the room and helped me burp the kids, and then took them to the bed. All I could do was stare at the screen in shock.

"Mom, are you ok?" Perring asked looking at my mouth hanging open.

"Wow, mom, you look pale," Erin said.

Both girls looked back at the TV, and about that time Jenny came back in naked, bent over, and took my tit in her mouth. Jerry took the camera and moved it to the end of the couch on a table pointing at my shaved pussy. Jerry then moved into camera view naked and sporting a 7" erection. He pointed it at Jenny who engulfed his cock while playing with my tits.

"You want to fuck these tits, bro?" Jenny asked.

"That or your sweet mouth, sis," He replied. "Let's get the squirter going first though."

"Mmmmm sounds good."

They both moved over me and each took a lactating tit in their mouths and nursed and bit and sucked my tits. All I could do was moan. It wasn't long before my legs opened to open up my pussy lips. They both held my hands above my head so I couldn't touch myself and continued the assault on my tits. I whimpered once and my pussy exploded. My back arched and the towel was soaked with my juices. 

I was finally able to tear my eyes off the screen. I looked to my left and noticed Erin's shirt hem was wet and she was biting her lower lip. Over on my right, Perrin's hand was slowly rubbing her mons.

Well, if the video wasn't awkward enough seeing my girls getting off on it was weirding me out. I wasn't a neophyte when it came to girl on girl sex, nor incest situations as the video shows my husband and his sister was just starting to go after my orgasm, but I was very conflicted about allowing the girls to continue to watch their father fuck the both of us.

I leaned forward to grab the remote off the table when Erin kicked the remote off to the side past Perrin. Perrin quickly grabbed the remote and paused it just as Jenny bent over spreading her pussy for Jerry to plunge into her right above my face. 

"What do you think y'all are doing? You shouldn't be seeing this," I said. 

"Mom, this is so hot! I mean you, dad, and aunt Jenny fucking like porn stars. Did they really get you off by just sucking your tits?" Asked Perrin. 

Before I could answer Erin jumped in, "Hell yeah they did! She squirted so hard it almost knocked her out. We know dad is about to plow Aunt Jenny now too. Look at his cock. Not huge by any means but the vein work is beautiful. No need for a studded cock ring for more friction."

"Girls, I didn't realize this tape was still around we need to destroy it before it gets into the wrong hands. Jenny's hubby Bill never knew about your dad and Jenny's special relationship."

"Oh hell no!" both exclaimed in unison. 

"Mom you can either have another beer and drink through it or we can tie you up, but we are finishing this video," said Erin. 

"Yeah," Perrin agreed, and reached out and pinched my hardened nipple through my wet shirt. "Oh My! Your shirt is wet! You can't be still producing milk."

"Yes, baby, I am. It never stopped. Your dad always loved my milk and at least once a day he suckled to keep it going, and to make me cum. Even when it was the wrong time of the month he would get me off. He always thought if I was pleased everyday I would never leave him. He was right too an orgasm a day never hurt anyone."

"Um, mom," Perrin said timidly, "I want to remember what it tastes like."

"Oh yes, please, mom, me too."

"I don't know girls. You are a bit old for nursing now."

"Dad wasn't too old!"

Well there it was. They had me cornered. What harm could there be? I was their mother after all and they nursed until such an older age. I slowly took my shirt off and laid the couch to a reclined position.

"You girls are grown now let your seats back so we are leaned back then scoot down a bit." I lifted each tit and milked myself a bit to start the flow. "Ok girls. Be gentle with your sucking. The milk will come but don't force it out or you could hurt me. Put your tongue on the bottom side and use your top lip to put pressure on the full areole."

The girls did as I instructed and we're both soon nursing like little kids. 

Erin stopped first when she felt my breathing quicken and looked up into my glazed eyes. She tapped Perrin who also looked up. Both decided it was time to watch more TV.

"That was delicious, mommy," Erin said reverting to how she used to call me when she was little. 

"Yes it was and Erin you need to get naked like mom and me."

"Ok, but I need to run to my room real quick before we continue."

Erin came back with an old blanket from the closet. "Up you two. We don't need our couch smelling like pussy for visitors." We all three laughed as we made up the couch and got comfortable again. This time Erin and Perrin laid all the seats back again with me in the middle and them laying their heads on my tits. 

Perrin had seized the remote and started the movie again. Jenny was coaxing Jerry to fuck her from behind right in front of my nose. I had recovered by the time Jerry's purple head slid into Jenny and I leaned up and licked her clit. Jerry sank balls deep into Jenny with one quick thrust. Once he was all the way home I took his balls in my mouth. I gently sucked him until Jenny complained about her turn. Jerry slowly slid out of Jenny and into my mouth. He then slapped Jenny's ass hard enough to make her Yelp and push her pussy into my chin. He then pulled out and shoved into her pussy again. He alternated like this several times until Jenny was whimpering with each slap. He then started fucking her solely. She was soon crying out harder harder. I stuck my tongue out against her nub as Jerry pounded her. It wasn't long Jerry said he was going to cum. He pulled out as Jenny orgasmed her juices running down my neck and tits. Jerry put his head in my mouth quickly and emptied his load down my throat.

The tape went quietly to snow. My girls were both rubbing their pussies and softly moaning. I put my arms around their shoulders and eased their heads to my tits. They kept masturbating as they began nursing. They were moaning harder as they got closer to orgasm. I closed my eyes and let the memories wash over me. The soft moaning I realized was also coming through my throat. My twins we suckling and moaning. Erin was the first to tense up and her sucking intensified as she began her pleasure ride. She continued nursing and I felt timid hands begin rubbing through my soft patch of pubic hair. I began to moan more as Perrin reached her peak and clamped down on my nipple. I gasped sharply but was in ecstasy. As Perrin came down she began suckling again and I felt another set of unfamiliar digits probing my slit. Erin released me, bent down, grabbed something, and leaned back up and gave me a probing kiss. I opened my mouth and allowed her tongue to snake in and probe deeper. Perrin spread my nether lips and I felt a warm liquid run down my slit. Perrin began spreading the warming gel over my swollen lips and she teased my clit softly. She went back to nursing as she continued her manipulation of my sex. Erin stopped kissing me and smiled as she went back to nursing too. Between the warming gel and my natural lubrication dripping I was more than ready for deeper probing. I relaxed and just decided to go with what was happening. I felt a rather large vibrator start splitting me open. I tried to relax but it was really big. I couldn't imagine my girls taking something so big. I leaned up and saw a thick black vibrator in Erin's small hand.

She turned it on and the gentle vibrating allowed me to relax and the head slipped into my waiting hole. She let it sit there for me to get used to it's girth a moment before plunging it in as far as it would go. I screamed as they both bit down on my overly sensitive nips as the vibrator bottomed out. My pussy showed its appreciation by blasting a stream of juice almost to the TV. As on the video when I came that hard I just slumped down almost passing out. When my senses came back to me the girls were snuggled up to me and we all fell asleep. 

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I hope you enjoyed this first part. It has been a while since I have submitted anything. Depending on the feedback, I may continue the story.



Bonding with Mom Pt. 02



Thank you to everyone for the feedback in part one of this story. There were some negative comments pertaining to asking for feedback before continuing a story. I, and I know other writers as well, do not get paid for writing for YOUR enjoyment. The only way we know how a story was liked are from votes, written feedback, or both. If you, the reader, do not like part 1 of a story, there is no reason to continue. 

This story picks up where the last one left off, so I suggest you read part 1 here: https://www.literotica.com/s/bonding-with-mom

Cheers!

-Samantha

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Bonding with Mom - Part 2

I woke the next morning about eleven. An afghan was draped over me, the girls were gone, but the wonderful aroma of bacon and coffee were in the air. I stretched and grabbed my shirt but threw it back down then went to the kitchen to ease my growling stomach. Erin had an apron and nothing else on and Perrin was leaning against the bar with nothing on her lean frame. I stopped in the door admiring my beautiful daughters as they casually chatted about last night. Erin turned to answer a question and saw me leaning against the door frame and smiled. 

"Hello sleepy head."

"Hey babies." 

I walked to the coffee pot and poured a big mug. I added my sugar then set the cup down. I leaned over the cup and squeezed out some milk from my breast instead of getting it from the fridge. 

Perrin laughed, "I can't wait until I can do that. Milk is way too expensive in the store when you can get it free."

Erin sauntered over bent down to one and suckled a little. "Mmmmm, that is so good!"

I rubbed her back as she fed for a minute then went back to cooking. I walked over and gave Perrin a lovers kiss. "Morning baby, would you like some breakfast too?"

Perrin quickly bent down and began feeding as I drank some coffee. She stopped when she heard my breathing change. Erin also announced the food was ready so we sat down at the table. She had cooked eggs and grits to go with the bacon. Perrin had cut and peeled a cantaloupe to go with it. 

"Erin and I have decided that from now on there are new rules for our family. The house is a clothes free zone," Perrin announced, "We have nothing to hide from each other. If we have company we can wear whatever is decent for that guest. Also your king sized bed is no longer yours; it is ours. This includes any guy you or we may want to fuck. If you could share dad we can share you."

"Girls, don't get me wrong, last night was great and you can suckle almost anytime you would like, but this... Us... our lifestyle cannot get out. It would ruin any future you might would have."

"Perrin and I know the impact this could have on our lives, and we will be careful not to let it out. You and I have some shopping to do today. Perrin is staying here to clean up and arrange the master bedroom as our new room together. Give it a week and then, if you don't like it, you can move out into either Perrin's or my old room. The couple or threesome gets the master suite."

"Well it appears you two have had a lot of discussion this morning while I was sleeping."

"We have and our plans you will love. So, no more surprises for now (she winked at Perrin), let's finish eating and get on with our day!"

We finished our meal, cleaned up, and went to the master bathroom. We had a lovely shower with each of us washing the other but stopped short of having orgasms. The girls claimed that would come later.

Erin got out first and left Perrin and I to dry each other off. When I got out of the bathroom she was dressed in a flower print mid-thigh sun dress. She had a similar blue sun dress laid out for me. She allowed me a bra, but she said we would be going without panties. When I put the bra on I noticed it was one of my nursing bras with the opening for nursing removed. I complained I would soak the dress front when the dress rubbed my nipples and the girls consented to allow me to add the coverups for them. 

Erin and I left for a shopping trip and Perrin stayed to change the sleeping arrangements. Little did I know what was in store (no pun intended) for me.

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Perrin watched as her sister and mom left the house. Once they were gone she set their plan in motion. She ran upstairs and emptied their dressers and rearranged the drawers in the master suite. She mixed all the panties, bras, and socks for all of them into 3 drawers. She then laid out all the nighties and other lingerie on the bed. She found her mom's hidden sex toys in the back of a sweater drawer. She was surprised though to find a cat o' nine tails and a riding crop in the back of the closet. The were hanging with some thigh high leather boots and leather corset. She left them hanging there and filed that information for later. Perrin then organized the bedside table with cardboard dividers and grouped the various dildos and vibrators each of them owned by size. She thought about the horny sluts they were with how many there were. Erin had the most, their mom the least, but her's were the most varied. She had several sizes, and a couple of anal bullets as well. She ran downstairs and grabbed the one they used last night to add to the collection. She washed it off in the sink, dried it and put it away. Perrin then went through the "normal" clothes and arranged the closet by dresses, blue jeans, and various types of shirts.

Satisfied everything was in order she laid across the bed and popped another tape into the video player under the bedroom TV.

--

Her mom was standing there in the corset with the riding crop. Jenny was tied face down on the bed with dad laying under her midsection pushing her ass into the air. She could just make out her dad's cock pushing up between Jenny's thighs. Mom was berating them fucking without her. She brought the riding crop down hard on Jenny's ass and the end of the swat raked Jerry's hard cock causing him a bit of a sting too. Mom was speaking softly to them but there was an edge to her voice.

"How dare you two think you can fuck without at least telling me it was happening. You could have offered to let me join and give me the opportunity to decline," she hissed.

"I am sorry, Barb," Jenny tried to apologize, but the riding crop hit her ass again.

"Shut up slut, and take our punishment."

--

Perrin shut off the video as a thought hit her, and before she could get too oversexed. She reached over and grabbed the phone. After punching a few numbers she waited on the call to connect. Four rings in she almost hung up, but a breathless Jenny answered.

"Hello?"

"Hi Aunt Jenny!"

"Oh hello, kiddo, what are you up to this morning?"

"Not much. Erin and mom went out shopping and will be gone a while. I was wondering if you could come over and give me a hand with a surprise for mom."

"I don't see why not. Bill is gone for the weekend on a golf trip. I can be over there in about a half hour. See you soon, hon."

Perrin replaced the receiver on the hook and stretched lazily on the bed still formulating a plan.

--

Erin and I arrived at a little boutique at a local strip mall. Her phone beeped and she almost laughed out loud at the message. She looked at me with the grin of a predator about to devour it's latest kill.

"Before we go in mom, another rule for you. I am your lover not your daughter. From here on I will call you Barb."

The signs in the windows hinted at a lingerie shop. We went inside and I was surprised to see a man behind the counter reading a book and looking bored. He looked up, smiled, and offered to help should we not find what we were looking for. He then went back to his book. We looked around the shop. I asked Erin what we were looking for and she said when they found it they would know. She grabbed a few things off the rack and told me to go to the fitting room explaining she needed to talk to the shop keep about a few items.

--

"Hi, um..."

"Chris, my name is Chris," the shop keep said with an upraised eyebrow, "How may I help you?"

"Hi, Chris. I am Erin. Barb and I are going to be trying on several outfits and I was wondering if it would be possible to lock the door so you could appraise our choices."

Chris blushed a bit and tried to tell Erin about store hours and it was against policy to lock them during working time. Erin flashed a smile at him, pouted, and slid a $100 bill across the counter.

"Please? Pretty, please? Is that enough to rent the store for about an hour or so?"

Chris grinned, pocketed the money, and grabbed the keys. After locking the door, Erin asked him about submissive attire and toys. Chris walked her over to a wall near the counter. Erin found a squishy ball gag and opened it.

"This will do nicely, thank you, Chris. How about sitting in the chair near the dressing room entrance. I will be back with my friend, Barb in a minute."

--

I had changed into a crotchless panty and shelf bra set, Erin had picked out for me when she walked in with her hands behind her back.

"Barb, I have found a nice surprise for you. Turn around and sit in this chair."

After I was seated, Erin leaned over and kissed me. I closed my eyes and she put a sleeping mask over my face.

"Open your mouth, Barb."

I obediently opened my mouth expecting another kiss but my mouth was filled with the gag and Erin quickly clasped it in place. She removed the mask and smiled sweetly. She appraised my outfit and sat on my lap. She bent down and took one nipple into her mouth. Her hand moved to my other one as she suckled my tit. Milk was flowing between her fingers and into her mouth as I moaned through the gag.

"Mmmm, that is nice, Barb. Time for your fashion show."

Erin pulled me up and forced me out of the changing area. Chris quickly sat up when I came into view. Erin pushed me out of the changing area into full view. She motioned for me to turn around giving Chris a full view of my exposed body. I could feel my face blush as Erin slapped my ass to get me turning. When I faced Chris again he was blushing a bit as well. I slurped at the ball gag. I was drooling through a hole in the center of it.

"I see you appear to like what you see in my older friend here, Chris. Isn't she beautiful? I told her she could still turn a young guy's head."

"Yo.. you are stunning, Barb," he stammered.

"Come over here Chris, Barb has a surprise for you."

Chris got up and moved closer. Erin told him to take a close look at my tits. As he bent down Erin squeezed them and gave him a mouth full of tit juice.

"Wow!" He wiped his face as Erin had him come get a taste.

Chris was gentle and tentative when he first latched onto me. After a second or two his suckling became full of need. Erin put my hands on his head to encourage him then eased her hands down to my dripping pussy. She softly encouraged him to enjoy the meal from each breast. Chris continued to suckle while Erin dropped down on her knees between us. She lapped at my pussy and reached up to rub Chris through his slacks. I looked down as Erin unzipped and fished Chris' cock out of his pants. He wasn't too big, but what he lacked in length he made up for in girth. Erin wrapped her hand around his shaft and kissed his bulbous head. She kissed her way down his veined pole and gently nipped at his balls. Erin then moved to my pussy. I could feel her explore my outer labia teasing me. Her tongue moved down to the bottom of my slit and pushed gently into the gap. She stabbed at my entrance and I sighed as I parted my legs. She slowly jerked Chris off as she penetrated my sex. She avoided my clit as I bucked my hips down and back to try to get her to pleasure my little nub. She patted my pussy with her free hand and chastised me for trying to cum too soon. She took her mouth back to Chris who had allowed me to remove his shirt. I watched Chris disappear into her mouth, and saw her throat bulge with the girth as she took him deep. She helped him take off his shoes, pants, and jockey shorts.

"You want to fuck her don't you, Chris." It was more a statement than a question.

Chris groaned his agreement, but Erin slipped off her dress and leaned over the settee beside the chair.

"Barb you straddle me. Chris get your cock in my drenched pussy if you really want to fuck something. Keep up your feeding, and fuck my pussy good. If you make me cum with your cock and make Barb cum with your tit attention, I may let you fuck her after I am done with you. Don't you dare cum either."

I stood over Erin as Chris pushed his cock at the entrance to her love hole. After Chris established a slow steady rhythm with Erin I offered him my tits once again. I moaned louder as I reached down to pleasure my sex. Erin was moaning and I could see Chris' glistening cock slick from her pussy. It wasn't long I could feel the tightness and tingling as my pussy exploded all over Erin and Chris' junction providing even more lubrication for their fucking. My knees gave way and I heard Erin cry out as her own orgasm raced through her. Chris pulled out as he started shooting streams of cum over my stomach and Erin's back. Chris fell back onto the chair after his orgasm had run it's course. I removed the gag from my mouth and began licking the cum off Erin's back and rubbing what was on me into my skin.

We all lounged for about 15 minutes before Chris said he needed to get cleaned up because he had another 6 hours left of his shift. Erin and I sauntered arm in arm to the changing room and got dressed.

We were soon at the counter and paid for our purchases. Chris took it out of the $100 after giving us a discount on the items. Erin smiled and assured Chris we would be back and would let all our friends know about the helpful gentleman at the boutique. We took our leave and walked down to the other end of the mall for a coffee.

--

Perrin waited for Aunt Jenny impatiently. She was pacing like a lioness. It seemed like forever before she heard Jenny pull into the drive. There was a knock on the door. Perrin yelled it was open from her hidden place behind the bedroom door. Jenny came in and closed the door.

"Perrin? Hon... where are you?"

"Up here Jenny in mom's room."

Jenny entered the room, but didn't see Perrin. She walked towards the bathroom thinking she might be in there. When she was halfway to the bathroom the TV clicked on showing Jenny still strapped to the bed with Jerry's cock buried in her pussy. Barb was still smacking her ass with the crop with each upward motion. Jenny stared horrified at the TV as Perrin slammed the door shut. Perrin had donned her mom's black corset and red thigh high boots. 

"Ppp Perrin, what are y.." was all she got out before Perrin slapped her across the face.

"Silence, bitch." Jenny's mouth shut so quickly you could almost hear it. Perrin motioned with the crop at her. "Get out of those clothes, slowly, and make me enjoy it."

Perrin sat on the padded settee at the end of the bed and watched as Jenny kicked off her shoes. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse as she undulated her body. Jenny could still be a swimsuit model. Age had not affected her body much at all. She easily had DD tits now and as she allowed them free of her front fastening bra, Perrin could see her large areolas and thick rubbery nipples. Jenny's eyes were still locked onto the TV screen reliving the memory of that long ago fuck session. She had unfastened the buttons on her jeans and turned around as she slowly slid her round ass out of them. She wasn't wearing any panties and her little star greeted Perrin first. Perrin reached out and ran the riding crop through her ass crack pushing in at her anus. She slapped Jenny's ass cheeks one at a time and left red marks. She told Jenny to wait in that pose and keep an eye on the TV and enjoy the memory. Perrin came back and poured baby oil over her aunt's ass crack paying special attention to her puckered star. She could feel her aunt tighten up every time her fingers played over the tiny hole. Perrin popped her ass twice more as she put some vaseline on the tip of the anal bullet. She then popped her aunt right in her ass crack above her anus. Jenny moaned then yelped as Perrin roughly pushed the small bullet quickly into her. Perrin massaged her aunt and whispered how it would be ok in a second just relax. Perrin sat back with the corded remote running to the anal bullet. Perrin hit the button for the low setting and could see her aunt relax her ass as a deep moan escaped her lips. 

Perrin instructed Jenny to finish her strip tease. Jenny slowly wiggled her ass as her jeans cleared the last few inches to unhide her swollen pussy lips. Jenny had smooth labia and her inner lips were thick and extended beyond her labia. Perrin stopped Jenny from wiggling and slapped her hands with the crop to get her to let go of her jeans which slumped to the floor around her ankles. Perrin again used the crop to slap ass flesh and then inner thigh meat to spread her legs. She could see her aunt's pussy glistening betraying her constant objections. She ran the crop again through her aunt's ass cheeks and inserted it between her nether lips. Bringing the crop to her lips she took a sniff of her aunt's aroma then licked the crop clean admiring the musky odor and taste of her aunt's arousal. She snapped a couple of quick pictures of her aunt in her exposed state and sent them off to her sister. She smiled at the earlier picture of herself in the clothing she now wore taken in a mirrored view.

"Ok, auntie, you may step out of your pants and move to the bed." The TV had stopped and the tape was auto rewinding itself. "Where does Barb keep the handcuffs? I have not found them yet."

"They are in a box on the shelf beside where your clothes were hanging."

Perrin quickly located the handcuffs and had Jenny roll onto her back. "Thank you, auntie, let me allow you a simple pleasure." Perrin increased the vibration to medium on the bullet and Jenny gasped at the sensation. "I take it you have never had your ass violated like this?"

"No."

"Good, simple answer." Perrin moved Jenny to the edge of the bed with her head hanging partially off the side. She straddled Jenny's head. "Make me cum quick and I may not use the handcuffs, but if you don't I have more pain in store for you." Perrin slapped the crop across her aunt's tight abs. "Spread your legs too. I want to see your pussy gaping open in the mirror."

Jenny almost had her legs in a full split position opening up her pussy for Perrin's inspection. She was leaking like a cracked dam. Perrin gently slapped at the top of her pussy making contact with her clit between her swollen lips. Jenny's head jerked up and buried into Perrin's soaking pussy. She quickly found the nub peaking out of it's hood and latched on with her tongue and lips. Perrin hissed at the pleasure and slapped with the crop at the exposed pussy in front of her. "Ohhhh very good auntie. Suck my clit. Push your fingers into my pussy." Jenny complied and quickly jammed two fingers as far as they would go. She fucked Perrin's bucking pussy. "More auntie, give me more." Jenny pushed her other two fingers in and began swaying them back and forth inside her niece. Her thumb experimented with Perrin's anus as she felt the bullet in her own start vibrating more than she thought possible. Perrin cried with delight as her aunt punctured her ass with her thumb while rubbing her G spot with her four fingers. A last lick to Perrin's clit and she was almost drowned by the resulting squirting explosion. Jenny pulled out her hand and covered her niece's pussy with her mouth drinking down her girl cum.

Perrin fell forward over her aunt and licked at the exposed red clit as she came on her aunt's face. She was soon rewarded with a drenching of her own.

---

As aunt and niece were laying in the afterglow of their sex, Erin and Barb had finished their coffee and headed home. When they entered the house, they both were assaulted by the aroma of pussy. They crept upstairs to find niece and aunt asleep on a soaking wet bed. Their pussies still glistening. Barb was shocked, but then Erin showed her the pictures Perrin had sent her.




Bonding with Mom Pt. 02



To be continued...



Bonding with Our New Brother



Sandra must have spent forty minutes in the shower shaving herself to a smooth, silken finish. Her tan legs were done, and she was touching up her bikini line with extra care. Her clit was plump from the sensual attention; she was imagining what she'd wear on that Rio beach during spring break--perhaps her black lace microbikini, maybe the cheetah two piece, "and what the fuck, I'll go topless too," she thought. Her ass wasn't going to go diminish any, despite the marathon training to which she'd dedicated herself for months--though this was not a problem (in fact, such an ass was a Brazilian asset), since she was headed to the booty-loving capital of the world. Besides, "real men love a thick piece of meat. They know home when they see it," she thought, feeling a tingle shoot down her spine and warmly saturate her second chakra. She observed her wetness with light taps to her pubis before she dipped an index into the warm lube her body so copiously produced by a single, sexy idea. She draped some nectar on her pleasure button and spread her labia, lifting a leg high in the shower to explore herself at different angles and with a stretch that intensified everything. She diddled both ends, playing the rich harmony of the two regions. Then she turned her back to the shower door and pressed her big round cheeks against the clear glass.

Did she know he was watching her? Of course she did. And who was he? Her stepbrother Kyle, peaking in through the steam-billowing crack in the door as he wanked his stubby, large-headed prick vigorously--ever more so now that her back was turned and that beautifully large bum seemed almost deliberately presented for his viewing. His jeans rustled at his clumsy ankles. He'd never witnessed a real naked girl before; had only jerked off to hosiery ads in catalogs, ripped-up porn magazines, the hundreds of sultry looks he'd imagined from girls; had shuddered in lonely evenings wondering what he could do to the mysterious body of a female. While Kyle stood there, gangly-muscled and hunched over, he was shoving his stepsister's dirty panties in his face, inhaling the musty perfume of aroused pussy. These were his favorite pair, which he'd wanked before, a rainbow-striped thong which he proceeded to hike up on himself once he'd freed himself from his pants.

And then it happened. The moment one valve stopped, another opened. When Sandra turned off the water, Kyle's body triggered the semen sluice gate to open. He tried to hold it in, to clench his muscles back, but he was at the point of no return. He felt an animalistic sense of viciousness as he let himself go in the taboo triangle of those panties. Drunk from the fumes of cunt-scent and visions of that theater of an ass, he let out an irrepressible squeal as he spunked the multicolored panties with a load that wouldn't stop flowing. Each semen shot was as powerful as the first stream. The thick white cream boiled into the velvet, feminine patch, penetrating every fiber, and reluctantly dribbled down his inner thighs. "Fuck!" he mumbled, carefully but quickly removing the cummed underwear and tossing it in the hamper.

Sandra knew her horny little sibling would need a minute or two to clean up without her "discovering" him, so she stayed in the sauna-like shower and massaged jojoba oil into her curves and her tenderly shaved parts. Her almost-three-inch-diameter light-colored areolas were goosebumped from the humid exhibitionism, and the rich oil hardened her nipples until they were ready for hard nibbling. She longed to self-suck.

Kyle scurried out of the bedroom like a matted dog. He felt a rush, having caked her thong in salty stickiness. He ran to his bedroom and pretended to search for his clothes for that evening's family reunion. Then his door opened, and his other stepsister, Kim, walked in.

"Where the fuck've you been, Kyle? Dinner's in twenty and you don't even have a shirt on." She noticed the cum stain on his belly hair but thought nothing of it. "Get dressed soon or my mom and your dad 'll be pissed. It's fifteen minutes to the Italian restaurant, so you have five minutes."

Kyle was utterly relieved that it wasn't Sandra who opened the door. He was still red-handed as far as he could tell, literally and figuratively. He threw on a nice striped shirt and winkled dress pants and splashed on an overdose of a cologne advertised by a famous basketball player. There was no time to wash up, as disheveled as he was.

  * * *

At dinner that evening, the families mingled cordially but without intimacy. The seven stepkids were still fairly knew to each other, but got along fine. Their parents were only worried about the eighteen- and nineteen-year-olds: Kyle, Kim, and Sandra. The children played; the teenagers sulked, sneered and sarcastically smiled. Kim and Sandra were close to each other and never left the table. Kyle was shy, and though embarrassed about his semi-secret masturbation just forty minutes before, sat directly across from the sibling he wanted to discover.

"You know, you ought to learn to iron your own pants, Kyle," Kim smugly said.

Kyle shrugged at the frowning one and continued to devour his lasagna. Sandra giggled and got up to sit beside Kyle, having finished her meal. She wiped her mouth and threw the napkin on the table with a feigned confidence.

"Don't listen to Kim. She's just upset that our mom made us overdress for this shithole pizza place. Sandra gave him a jovial noogie and everyone at the table laughed, the parents especially.

Under the table, Sandra had secret plans. When she read that everyone was busy with another social focus, she put his hand on her bare knee. Naturally, he jerked initially but she pressed it in assurance, thence moving it up her thigh. Kyle's heart thumped and he took a deep breath to compose himself, looking around the table to make sure no one noticed. Only Kim made suspicious eye contact, but she soon walked off to hang out with her boyfriend outside. Then Kyle felt the inside of her dress, and finally her very wet crotch.

Too wet. "Oh my god," he thought. "Those are the cum-stained ones!"

"Feels pretty nice to cum in my panties, huh, little brother?" she whispered. "Did you like what you saw earlier?" She turned to him as if they were enjoying a casual chat, and made sure that no one else noticed where their hands were. "Knowing you were watching me made me real fucking wet, and draping this cum patch on my baby-soft twat has made my clit throb all evening."

Kyle gulped. "So you've blue balls, huh?" he laughed, proud that he could make a joke amid in such a powerless state.

"Sweety, I don't have balls, but I do have red lips above and below, and you're gonna find out what both pairs can do to do you," she casually spoke in a normal tone, knowing everyone was out of earshot.

Kim returned, staring at the two of them and then glaring at her parents. "Mom, can we leave soon?"

"The check's coming now. Don't be so impatient," her mother responded. And in minutes the group was back in the van to head back home, with Sandra's hand under her new brother's bum the whole ride back. Kyle's dick ached against the confines of boxers, pants, and layers of social decorum.

Sandra whispered one last thing before they all entered the house: "My friend's coming over this evening. I think we all should hang."

  * * * Everyone but the two of them had gone to bed. It was maybe midnight. Kyle snuck rum from the cabinet into Sandra's bedroom. She called up her friend, looking Kyle over and devilishly smiling as he waved it in front of her.

She hung up and locked the door, then pushed Kyle on the bed. "Let's get these painful pants off you and free your special member."

Before he knew it, she was halfway down his erection looking up with whorish satisfaction, slurping up his cum-sticky cock and lapping at his balls where cum was webbed in the public tangle. Midway through the rapid blowing her girlfriend knocked quietly at the door.

"How'd she get in from the front door?!" Kyle asked bewildered. Sandra hushed him and rushed up and unlocked the door. It was Kim, in a purple babydoll outfit and a matching see-through thong. Her cute little nipples--half the size but just as suckable as Sandra's--brushed up against the material. She looked nervous; her face had that same serious look. Her black straight short hair and pale, thin body was a fine contrast to the curly curvy brunette that was her best friend and sister.

"Well," Sandra said, locking the door again. "Grab yourself a drink and enjoy the show, sis."

Kim willingly complied, sneaking a little smile as she poured herself a good, hard drink. She sat on the bed by Kyle's head, petting his hair as Sandra recommenced her professional suck-and-stroke technique. Kim pressed Kyle's two hands above his head so he could push up her small breasts as she diddled her clit. She then straddled him without a word, letting him inhale her musty essence. His breath alone made her wet and loose.

Sandra came up for air. "I told her you loved to sniff panties. We know you love our smell," she laughed and went back to her sucking, letting her straps fall aside so her breasts could hang freely. She then got up to grab a large bottle of jojoba oil, which she drizzled on her tits, rubbing it in and lustfully looking at her new brother, who now had a face full of puss that he was lapping with the zeal of a boy trying to lick down candy. Kim bucked and dipped her hips, riding his nose and tongue like a cock, knowing just the spots she wanted scratched. She downed his cock and scooped up his ass cheeks for more. 

Sandra pushed her aside so she could titty-fuck him. Slightly annoyed, Kim got up and pushed her sister over and tongue-fucked her from behind. The three of them were a moaning, sucking, oily mess of lust who couldn't settle on one position. Kyle looked up astonished at the sight of Sandra's massive tits sandwiching his veiny prick, slurping it every so often, and deep-throating it when her sister dove her whole face into her dripping, loose lips.

Kyle got up and watched Kim as she sucked up Sandra's juice box. He stood with his proud prick raised in vanity and lust. He knew he could show off his body now, and he ripped off his shirt to reveal his hard abs, now dripping with sweat. The girls, still in their thongs, looked over and feigned admiration. Then they really admired him. Then, when they were about to fight over who got to ride him first, Kyle took command.

He was ready to pound some pussy doggiestyle, and he'd begin with the girl he thought hated him. He tapped his dick at Kim's mouth so that she could trade off puss and cock at intervals. Then he butted in front of her to tap on the glorious Sandra ass, and to tease her entrance with his mighty staff. She begged him to fuck her, pushing her fleshy ass back, hoping to get a hole in one.

"Kim, get over the bed," he ordered. Kim smiled at him for the first time that evening, leaning over the bed and arching her ass so that her hairy pussy was ready for him.

"Fuck me, daddy," she said, lifting her babydoll dress up and pulling aside her microthin thong.

And fuck her he did. He pierced her virgin-tight lips with the giant mushroom head, and continued to slice into that soft suck hole, tapping her ass lightly. Sandra shook her head and landed a heavy hand on Kim's ass. Clearly Kim had a high pain threshold and had no tolerance for light spanking. She wailed at the reddening smack and looked back lustfully for a harder fucking.

She ponytailed her hair and offered it to Kyle. "Pull it like I'm your dirty slut, daddy," she begged again. After a vicious round of thrusts, Kyle pulled out, his cock white from the precum he couldn't contain. Sandra pushed him on the bed and straddled him, bouncing on his cock as he smacked her round ass and even tits. He yanked up her cummed panties and pounded her good, her ass jiggling fast to the furious gyrations. Kim proceeded to ride his face again, and the sisters kissed passionately as they got a good tongue- and cock-fucking.

"I think he's going to blow, Kim," Sandra laughingly whispered between moans. So she got off him and sucked him to help him plateau his pleasure.

"Oh fuck baby, I'm gonna cum!" Kim screamed suddenly, creaming her cunt juices on Kyle's face. He hungrily drank her ejaculate.

Sandra sat on the floor and spread her thick legs to welcome his final entry for the evening. Kyle lifted up Kim---who had subsequently collapsed from her mind-blowing orgasm---and she sat at the edge of the bed to watch.

Kyle mounted into Sandra in one fell swoop, pounding her pussy with a fury he didn't know he had. Her ass got rugburn from the virile pumping, her legs flailing in the air. Kim knelt by him, caressing his chest and brushing her nipples against his strong arms. His triceps alone got her going again, rubbing her tired puss. She cupped his balls and tugged at them, leaning down to kiss and suck at them. Then she took out his cock and sucked off Sandra's tang glaze. She stroked Kyle vigorously, looking into him and telling him to cum. She looked to Sandra, knocking his cock on her sister's clit, tapping the red, open labia, and inserting it one last time. Kyle stood still.

"Stroke it, Kim," he directed. And she pumped his cock wildly as he groped and pinched their nipples hard, viciously. His man cream streamed up into Sandra's sweet womb, bathing her tight cavern with a thick load. Mid-stream, he pulled out and unleashed his cum on both their faces and tits. He came like Peter North. He felt like a porn star. And they, they slept like babies.