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Her Name is....

By: moose69head



Her name is Payton Brock...

The most beautiful girl I have ever laid eyes on, or will ever lay eyes on. She stands about 5'6, dark hair past her shoulders, eyes that sparkle when she smiles, and C Cup breasts that jiggle when she laughs. As much as my heart skips a beat when she walks towards me, it jumps a beat when she walks away, because her ass is flawless, and with the slightest little strut as she walks, she can drive any man, or woman, for that matter, wild. 

Her life, on the surface appeared to be perfect, from the vantage point of the many friends and acquaintances that are in her life. She was a cheerleader, but was also athletic. She is actually one of those rare girls that both cheers from the sidelines during the football game, and gets cheered on while she's sweating it out on the soccer field. That perfect combination of athleticism and sensuality... 

I am one of those people that know Payton. I know her well enough that she's told me to call her by her nickname "Toni", but I just can't. She'll always be Payton, to me.

My name is Maxwell Stone, but I usually go by Max. I'm 6' 1" tall, 180lbs. I'm athletic, good looking with dark blue eyes, and studying to become an architect at Penn State University. 

How do I know Payton so well? Well, our parents have been best friends with each other for years. Our houses were three doors down from each other as I was growing up. I am 3 years older than Payton, so I was graduating high school just as she was starting to sport the short skirts of the private school she attended. Whenever she was over with her parents for supper, or to watch the game, I was generally too pre-occupied with texting my friends, training for a run, or drawing some random building design as I prepared myself for taking architecture in university. I wasn't made of stone, though...She was drop dead beautiful even then! Of course I noticed the potential, but she was always just so young to me at the time that I just never thought of her as anything more than the bratty girl next door who thought it was fun to cheer for the team I wasn't cheering for. 

It wasn't until a few years later that I first started seeing her as a real, sexual being.

I was 22 and was coming home from my 3rd year of university. It was a Tuesday, and I was driving down our street in my gun metal grey Nissan Titan truck. I saw a young couple walking down the road towards me. I didn't recognize the guy, but the girl walking hand in hand with him...I could recognize that hair anywhere!

As I approached, I took time to look at what 3 years had done for this beauty. On the warm April afternoon, she was dressed in light pink capri pants with a contrast color matching shirt on, and one of those fashionable scarves around her necks... I smiled to myself and thought about how beautiful she had become. As I was smiling, she saw that it was me driving the truck, and got this huge smile on her face! (Oh that smile melts me just to think about it)

As I passed, she gave a big wave, and I could see her start to excitedly say something to the "boy" she was walking with. 

I looked in the rearview mirror and see that Payton had now let go of the boy's hand, left him standing there, and was running back to my place to come see me; for whatever reason, I didn't know, but I was going to enjoy the view ;)

I pull into my parent's driveway, and see that they have not yet gotten back from work. Since I was surprising them anyway with my visit, I smirked to myself, thinking how much better a surprise it's going to be when they arrive!

I get out of the car, and see Payton still running, and smiling, so I wave, get my bags out of the back, and turn back to her, just in time for her to jump up into my arms, and squeal "Maaaaaaaaaaxxx... It's so great to see you back!!" in the sweetest voice I have ever heard.

She was only in my arms for a quick second before she composed herself and let her feet fall back to the ground and step back. My mind was racing. What did I relish the most... The sound of her sweet voice, the softness of her cheek as she hugged me close, the feeling of her tits pressed up so closely to my chest, or the way she instinctively wrapped her legs around me as she jumped into my arms. Ohhhh, that last thought was what was racing through my mind when she stepped back, and I could feel my cock stirring in my loose shorts and spring to life... I could've sworn I saw Payton's eyes pause on my groin if only briefly, while she was about to continue gushing about her excitement. If she had seen my stirring erection, she pretended not to.

"How was school this year?!" she said to me, still bubbly and giddy that I was there. 

"School wasn't too bad! I have one more year left before I get to go away and really start doing what I want to do." 

"Awesome! How long are you home for?" she asked, with a hint of anxious curiosity.

"Well, my summer research job with the university doesn't start until May, so I thought I'd come home and spend a few weeks with the family. Do you guys all still have those dinner parties?"

"We sure do!! In fact, our next one is planned for this weekend. What are you doing Saturday Max? Will you be around?" she asked.

"Saturday night is wide open as far as I can see! I'm a single guy, and all my friends are still up at University, so my time here is just going to be quiet and relaxing."

I don't know why I even mentioned the fact that I was single, but there was a definite sparkle in her eyes when she heard that, and our eyes met for a moment longer than they normally should have. The hug had shifted her scarf to the side and I was drawn to her chest, where the deep, yet perky cleavage greeted me...she giggled a bit and those tits jiggled wonderfully...I lift my head and see that she's caught me looking... She's smiling though, which relieved me from the embarrassment! Her eyes drifted briefly down to my crotch again and returned to my face...Did she just lick her lips??!

"Hey Toni!!" I hear from the road, which somewhat broke us both out of our reverie. "What the Fuck, babe! Let's go to my house, so you can watch me play Black Ops"...The voice was coming from the boy on the street that Payton had been walking with. 

The look on her face told the whole story... She hated this guy, but she was dating him anyway for some reason. As quickly as the spark left her eyes hearing his voice, her face glowed again when she looked at me and said "It's amazing that you're home Max! I hope I see you again really soon" As she finished, she started down the driveway. I reached out, stopped her, and brought her close for another hug. "You can do so much better than him, Payton" I whispered. To which she raised her face to look at me and said softly "I know". We finished the hug quietly and she walked down the driveway with that subtle strut to her boy...

My mind was racing as I stood there, watching her walk away. I picked up my bags, and went into the house. I threw my stuff in the spare bedroom and changed into my trunks to loosen up in the hot tub after the drive. It felt great that afternoon! I texted my Dad, still pretending I was at school and not actually home. He told me that both he and Mom were away for work until Friday, but were always a Skype away if I needed anything. I made some more small talk with him, and then we said our farewells... Now finding that I had the house to myself for a few days, I got out of the hot tub, made my way to the kitchen and grabbed a few beers. After the stress of the school year, I was looking forward to relaxing, whether they were here or not! I returned to the tub, looked out on the semi-private back yard, and took my trunks off before getting back in.

A few hours passed, I was in my boxers, and I had just finished doing chin-ups on my bar. My three beer, turned into 6, and my thoughts were returning squarely back to my encounter with Payton. "Fuck she is hot!" I thought to myself. "How old is she?" I started doing the math in my head, and realized that she must be 19 because I'm 3 years older than her depending on when her birthday was. I remembered she was one of my friends on Facebook so I quickly grabbed my iPad to check it out. I looked her up and to my relief, there it was... Payton Brock, Birthdate: March 31st. Happy Birthday Payton!! You just turned 19! On her FB page, I couldn't help but notice some newly added pictures from a trip her and some friends were on to the Dominican Republic. What a body!! They had all gone to a beach to spend a day, and were obviously desperate to have no tan lines because one of the pics is of her sitting down on a lounge chair with her bikini straps undone, smiling at the camera... Her sexy smile, matched with her barely covered chest brought that stirring feeling back to my balls, and my mind was lost... I brought my hand to my stiffening cock, and stood right in the kitchen slowly stroking my cock. I scrolled through the 157 pictures in her "D. Repub" album and my stroking became more and more intense. The multi-colored skimpy bikinis covering her simply toned, tanned body, her perfect smile, and the faint outline of her nipples poking through the fabric was more than I could handle standing up. I dropped my boxers, and made my way to the back den, to get a little more comfortable and since it only looked out into the backyard, I could look after my intense arousal in privacy! 

I normally look at porn when I jerk off, but today, my attention was on one girl...Payton ;). Each picture I scrolled through brought me closer and closer to the edge of orgasm. My stroke rhythm, somewhat perfected over the years, was getting the job done in record time this evening. In fact, one time I pulled the foreskin down over the head of my 7.5 inch cock, the intensity was so amazing, I nearly exploded hot cum all over myself right then and there... Something stopped me though, and I only let a small amount of pre-cum escape...I propped the iPad up against a pillow on the coffee table so I could view the pics, and lay back and enjoy at the same time. She was getting me SO hot!! More pre-cum escaped from my cock, which I took my free hand, put it on my finger and tasted it, pretending it was Payton's pussy juice...Mmmm she tasted sweet...My eyes were closed, I was nearing the peak of my orgasm, my balls were tightening, my toes were curling, the smell of Payton's body was fresh in my mind, and I was in a perfect dream land, when ...

"Wouldn't you rather the real thing, Max?" said a sweet bubbly voice from the den window.

SHIT!! I jumped, scared right out of my trance, and it took me a second or two to realize I'd been caught!!

"What are you...? How the...? How long have you...?" So many thoughts running through my head, but not one coherent sentence came out!

Finally, I regain my composure...grab a pillow to cover some of my body and say 

"Payton?! What the hell are you doing here?!"

Giggling to herself she replied "your parents asked me to do some spring raking for them while they are away. I need some money for shopping and stuff, so I said yes! I was just coming around to find the rakes..." "Nice Cock :)" she added

That last comment broke the ice and so began the best night of my life!

"Ha! Thanks, I think..." I said sheepishly, but gaining confidence. 6 beers and a raging hard-on will do that to a man. "I suppose you're an expert in cocks are you?" I said, pushing the conversation in the direction I was hoping for.

"Wouldn't YOU like to know!" she flirted back. "Hey, can I come in and fill up my water bottle before I start raking"

"Haven't you wasted enough time, tonight?!" I joked. "It's almost dark out anyway... do you really think you'll get any raking done?" I regretted asking the question right away, because the thought of Payton coming into the house, thrilled me, and I didn't want to talk her out of it.

"Um, Have you eaten supper yet?" I added, thinking quickly.

"No, not yet" her voice trailed off "We were supposed to go out tonight for our 3 month anniversary, but Justin got all into his "game" and I just left... What are you cooking?!" she perked up and asked.

"Well, I saw some pork chops in my parent's freezer that I can cook up. Since it's normally just Mom and Dad here, I'm sure there's enough for two. Do you like meat?"

"I looooooove meat!" she replied with a glint in her eye. Her eyes glanced again at my still hard cock that I was struggling to hide with a pillow. I then watched as her eyes shifted to my iPad on the couch as a picture of her just went dark...FUCK...she gave a knowing smile, which put me at ease, tilted her head a bit, and said sweetly "Can I come in?" 

"Yeah, sure! Just, uhhhhh, let me get some clothes on and I'll come let you in"

"OK" she said slyly

I grabbed the iPad, and made my way to my bedroom. As I left the den, my cock popped free of the pillow and I heard the soft sound of Payton gasping in delight.

'Hehe', I thought to myself. 

I grabbed my loose running pants, and an undershirt to put on. I decided against putting new boxers on because my cock was still hard, and it hurt to try and contain it.

I took the pork out of the freezer and met Payton at the door. She was stunning! She had changed clothes to do the raking, and was wearing a tight pink tank top with spaghetti straps, and a pair of white short shorts...She looked gorgeous! 'Was she REALLY here to rake the lawn?' I thought to myself.

I stood there, admiring her body. Her legs were muscular, yet toned and sex, her arms dainty, yet athletic and her tits...OHH those tits. Her cleavage was overflowing out the shirt and swayed in hypnotic rhythm with the slightest movement of her. I was in heaven...Her left nipple started poking through her shirt as if I had willed it to... Then her right... I could feel myself licking my lips and breathing heavily. 

"Ahem" Payton coughed, breaking me away from my day dream. "Can I go use your washroom?" 

"Yeah, no problem" I was able to sputter. "you remember where it is right?"

"Yes" she replied, was gone into the darkening house

I continued working in the kitchen, defrosting the pork; cutting vegetables, looking through the cupboards to find some wine.

5 minutes passed, and I had my head stuck in a cupboard, looking for a corkscrew, when I hear from behind me "Can I help you with anything?" Not thinking anything of it, I simply reply "No, not right now... I think we're in good shape for a little bit. Thanks though" and go back to my searching.

I then got that feeling you get when you feel someone is behind you. Thinking Payton must not have heard my reply, I start to turn and say "I said n-..." and I freeze...

There she was, standing in front of me, with nothing on but a smile and the most beautiful long brown hair barely covering her chest.

"No, silly" she joked swatting my arm playfully, allowing the first hint of her nipples to come into sight... "That's not what I meant, Max" and she giggled.

As I stand there in awe, at the situation, my eyes were treated to the most beautiful sight.

Her skin still had the sun kissed look from the Dominican, from her shoulders right down to the toes of her feet.

As if she knew what I wanted, she pulled her hair back to flow down her back, and I had a full view of the perkiest C breasts, each topped with a beautiful brownish pink nipple that appeared rock hard from excitement and the cool air. It was all I could do to keep my hands to myself.

My eyes trailed down to between her legs, where I saw the purest, freshest looking soft mound of flesh, with the slightest covering of what appeared to be downy soft hair. If she hadn't just shaved her pussy before coming over, it had definitely been that morning. 

I felt like an animal fighting to get out of a cage... It was all coming together!! The jumping hug, the tender moment before she left to see her boyfriend, the coyness of her reaction to me jerking off, the outfit she had on to "rake", and now THIS!! Fuck I wanted her!!

And she wanted ME!!

I continued my gaze on her pussy, and could see the glistening of pussy juice beginning to escape her very tight looking lips.

She lightly stepped up onto her tiptoes and let herself fall back down, and those wonderful 32 C tits bounced softly up and down. I thought I was in heaven before.. I was truly in heaven now!

I lifted my head, our eyes met, and I abruptly felt some guilt.

Realizing I hadn't said anything for what felt like hours, I said "Payton, what are you doing?"

"Do you like the way I look Max?"

"Fuck yes, I love the way you look! But why??"

She took a step closer, to be close enough for a hug. "I thought about what you said to me in the driveway today and..." her voice trailed off with a hint of embarrassment, but she continued sensually, while letting her finger trail down my chest "...I was thinking I could do... better!" 

As her finger reached the elastic of my pants and slid in, she stood up on her toes again and lightly brushed my lips with hers for a soft, intimate kiss.

Her hand was electric as it wrapped around my throbbing cock. I was so glad I left the boxers on the floor, because this was fantastic!

We kissed lightly, and then forcefully. She was an animal, flicking her tongue off of my lips and driving her tongue in my mouth in an indescribably sexual pattern. 

As the intensity of the kiss increased, so did the strokes of her hand on my steel hard cock. Each pull of my skin over the head just about buckled my knees. My GOD it felt good!!

I let my hand travel around her waist to her athletic bum and squeezed her ass cheek as I brought her in closer to me.

I didn't think twice about the fact that she had a "boy" friend of 3 months. She willingly came to me, stripped down to nothing and was currently making her way down to her knees to put me in her mouth.

She wanted better...She was going to get better.

She was on her knees in front of me, looking up at me with passion in her eyes, waiting for me to tell her what to do next...

I nodded my head, and in an instant, half of my 7.5 inches disappeared into her mouth. 

She bobbed up and down on my cock with an intensity and desire that I had never felt before. She moaned, and hummed, slurped and slopped all over my cock for 20 of the most amazing minutes of my life. Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, she backed off my cock, so only the head was in her perfect cock sucking lips...She looked me with a twinkle in her eyes, smiled with my cock still in her mouth, giggled, and then slid her mouth down, down, down my shaft until it was deep down her throat and her lips were at the base.

This was too much!! The orgasm that had been hours in the making was fixing to explode. 

"I'm going to cum Payton...Payton, I'm going to cum...Payton!!"

She continued to take my whole cock deep in her throat, felt my shaft pulsing and ready to spray, let my cock out of her mouth and directed it towards her beautiful tits. I covered her chest with my cum, and then nearly fell down over on top of her. I was so weak with pleasure, I couldn't run 5 meters, let alone 5 miles!!

'Fuck she can suck cock!!' I thought to myself. 'I wonder what else she can do'

I didn't have to wait long to find out...

"Mmmm", she said, as she kneaded my cum around her perfect tits..."You have no idea how much I've wanted to try that" winking to me.

"Baby, you can try anything you want tonight" I replied.

"Good!" she said quickly "Let's just order pizza Max...I have a couple of more ideas" and with that, she bounced up, kissed me passionately, and floated to the den, forgetting about the pork chops. Something told me she was going to get her meat another way tonight...

I made a quick call for pizza, and made my way into the den where Payton was lying on the couch, with her legs spread, fingering her tight slit like a practiced pro...Her fingers danced, her hips bucked, in unison and her eyes rolled back each time her clit was exposed...I took some time, stood at the door, and just marvelled at the sight of my newfound neighbour lover...This was going to be a great trip home!!


Her Name Is Ana



I.

Her name is Anna. My beautiful prize. My darling girl. My pride and joy. Curled up in my lap at night, she is docile as a little lamb, quietly accepting my fond caresses, repositioning her long, smooth limbs to accommodate my searching fingers if need be. She is my living doll. My sweet little kitten. But she was not always like this.

She first came to me three years ago, when she was fifteen. She was orphaned suddenly by way of a tragic car accident that killed her mother, with whom she shared her first name, and my brother, Thomas. (Perhaps I forgot to mention that she is my niece?) Anna was understandably upset and unruly when I first took her in. The poor thing was traumatized, and her grief turned her rebellious. I put up with her outbursts and bad behavior for a time that I deemed appropriate to her situation, and then I started to enforce some rules.

I was strict with Anna. Very strict. I was tough with her to the point where she became totally compliant and obedient to whatever I asked of her, because if she wasn't I very quickly taught her that there would be no normal social or scholastic life awarded to wayward little girls. And I got her used to my physical presence. I made her become used to feeling me, to being beside me, until eventually I was able to lay beside her in bed for gentle story times or father- daughter type talks, and she was comfortable plopping herself down on my lap as she ate her breakfast in the morning. Maybe she didn't really like it. Maybe it was brainwashing or coercion. But it really didn't matter did it? 

She had no other place to go.

I was so strict with Anna because I had made other plans for her almost from the beginning. You would have to see her to realize how beautiful she is. Then maybe you would understand. Long, tanned limbs. Shoulder-length auburn hair accented with soft highlights and just the slightest curl. Deep green eyes, the left iris of which has an endearing brown freckle. A perfect Cupid of a mouth, pink lips shaped like the proverbial rosebud. And so, after three years of daydreams and repressed desire, on her eighteenth birthday I fully possessed my compliant little darling. I was her first lover, and I would like to believe that over the past six months that we have been having our little affair, I have taught my Anna everything she knows about the amorous arts. She is quite talented and receptive. She has made me very proud!

So proud, in fact, that I would like to show her off. So tonight there will be a very special party at our house, and she will be the main attraction. Just the two of us and four of my closest, most trusted friends. Tonight I will share Anna for the first time, and let another man - or four, even! - share in my delight.

II.

My name is Anna. I'm eighteen and a half, and I live with my uncle Evan. I just graduated from high school at the beginning of this summer. Those are the basic details. The most normal ones, anyway. My life is actually a little more complicated than your normal eighteen year old girl. I definitely don't have any friends like me. The outside details of my life probably seem pretty boring, but it's the inside stuff that would shock you. My sex life. Not that there is anything shocking about a girl my age being "sexually active," it's just that I happen to be sleeping with my uncle. Now that is shocking, isn't it?

I'm not sure how uncle Evan and I got to be so close. I mean, obviously after my mom and dad died and I went to live with him we got to know each other better than we ever had before, but I mean I'm not sure how it came to be that we started sleeping together and I didn't mind that much. The first time was on my eighteenth birthday. Uncle Evan might be a big pervert, sure, but you have to hand it to him - he never touched me before that night. He wanted to give me my special birthday present since I was officially a woman, he said. He pulled a jewelry box out of his pocket. A necklace with a beautiful ruby set it in. He put it on me, and he kissed me. Not a happy birthday smooch, a kiss kiss. And that was that.

Tonight uncle Evan has something special planned for me. I'm not sure what it is, he said it was a surprise. It must be something really special because we haven't messed around all week - he keeps telling me to save it up. And I wouldn't be totally honest with you if I didn't say that I kinda miss playing around with him. I mean, say what you want about how gross it is, but uncle Evan is good in bed. He always makes sure I cum. In fact, he taught me how to cum. I have to take a bath now to get ready for whatever surprise he is going to spring on me...maybe I can take care of myself while I'm in there...

III.

When I hear Anna run the bathwater, I tell her through the door not to take too long. We are on a bit of a schedule here. Gerald, Tony, Alex and David are already in the kitchen, sitting around the table with drinks and waiting. They know to expect adult entertainment, but they don't know what a wonderful treat they are in for. Anna, obedient as ever, takes only a half an hour in the bath. I tell her not to bother getting dressed, and I enter the bathroom to help her dry off. I'm actually inspecting her. I want her to be my perfect little angel for my party. She is clean and freshly shaven. I tenderly dab the little mound of her pussy with the towel and plant a tiny kiss on it. She giggles. When she is sufficiently dry and her hair is combed and tied back, I lead her out of the bathroom and into the living room. I have an old, beat up wooden coffee table, and I tell her to kneel on top of it with her feet near one edge. She does with another giggle, watching me as I pick up a coil of rope from a nearby easy chair. I tie her feet to the legs of the coffee table, not so tight that she has no circulation, but secure enough that she has no wiggle room. Next I instruct her to bend over and put her forehead against the coffee table. I tie her wrists to her ankles, forcing her to keep her ass in the air with her legs spread.

"This is kinky!" she laughs. She has no idea. "One last thing, angel," I say, and I pull a black velvet blindfold from my pocket. I slip it over her eyes and gently kiss her forehead. I stand back to admire the scene. Standing directly behind her, I can see her bald little pussy spread wide open, defenseless, her asshole puckered tightly above it. "Wait here for me, Anna, I will be back in a moment with your surprise." As if she could go anywhere!

When I reenter the living room it is with my four gentleman friends. "Tony, Alex, David, Gerald - I would like you to meet Anna," I introduce, and there is a stunned silence in the room before they slowly start to break out into broad smiles. "Anna some friends have come to visit. I want you to be on your best behavior for them." She nods her head now. Silent. Probably nervous. After all, she knows now that she is naked and totally helpless against the desires of the five men in the room with her, four of whom are complete strangers. "I think you will find Anna to be very obedient," I say to them. They are still standing, staring dumbly. "Go on, don't be nervous," I say. "Get to know her."

Tony and David slowly circle around her, looking at her perfect little body, while Gerald steps forward, leans down, and takes one of her pert little b-cup breasts in his hand. He gently rolls the nipple between thumb and forefinger and Anna squirms slightly. But he steps back again and once more they are only staring. I decide to try a sales pitch. I lift Anna's head, showing them her face. "Look at her beautiful little mouth," I say, and slip my finger between Anna's lips, sliding it back over her slick, hot tongue until it is in her throat and my finger has disappeared to the third knuckle. Anna obediently takes it and sucks. I pull my finger out and put her head back down on the coffee table. I walk around behind her and the four men follow me. Although her pussy is already exposed, I reach down and with both my thumbs I spread her wide open, exposing her clit and the pink, pearly entrance to her cunt. "She is practically a virgin," I explain. "She has only ever fucked me...and she is barely eighteen. Go ahead...see for yourselves," I say, stepping out of the way. Alex steps up and cups her pussy in his hand, then slides his middle finger inside her as far as he can get it and appears to feel around. When he pulls it out he lingers for a second with the tip of his finger on her clit, slicking it up, making my Anna squirm again. "Wow," he smiles, appreciatively. 

One by one they insert their fingers inside her and I know what they are feeling: the tight, wet walls of her cunt gripping tightly their fat masculine fingers, and I know they are all imagining what it must feel like clenched around their hard cocks. "And there is one thing that is completely virgin territory," I say, the proud tour guide. I spread her asscheeks wide so that her beautiful little hole winks up at us. "Never even a finger," I grin. Tony steps forward and gets down on his knees so that he is face to face with Anna's bald little pussy. As if an unspoken cue, the rest of us settle back to watch the events unfold.

IV.

Someone was spreading my pussy lips again, painfully wide. I had no idea what to expect. More fingers? A cock? My clit was already throbbing lightly from the fingering I had gotten, and the one man who had played with it a little. But instead a warm mouth enveloped my pussy and I flinched in shock. I hadn't been expecting that. The man's tongue sought out my tender little button, flicking it back and forth before closing his lips on it and sucking so gently and sweetly that I moaned. Then his tongue was plunging into my hole, and sliding up to my asshole which made me squirm uncomfortably. What uncle Evan had said was the truth - he had never played with my ass. This man was apparently enjoying it, however, as he swirled his tongue around my hole and then attempting to push the tip inside. He gave up and returned to my clit, which I greatly appreciated. His tongue stroked it up and down, back and forth, sometimes fluttering softly like a butterfly, tickling and teasing at me, and sometimes hard and firm and lapping at me like a dog. My hands started to clench and my toes curl and wriggle. The others started to cheer him on.

"Make her cum, Alex," they said. "You've almost got her!" Shit like that. That was the first time that I felt really humiliated by the whole thing, but what could I do? This Alex was going to make me cum, and there was no way I could escape his persistent tongue. I started groaning and my legs clenched. My back arched and I sort of pushed my pussy in his face, totally not on purpose, and I came. I'm sort of loud when I cum so there was no way to hide it. They started laughing and clapping. "Here," I heard uncle Evan say, and then I felt a wet cloth - probably one of those baby wipe things - wiping my pussy clean of Alex's spit. "Now, who is next?" uncle Evan asked.

"Man I'm at a disadvantage, she's already cum once," a voice from behind me laughed. "She will surprise you," uncle Evan said. "I have taught her well." Which was the total truth. There had been a few times that uncle Evan had really got me going and I had cum six or seven times right in a row...and that was just in one fuck session! "Well let's see," the stranger said. Then I felt his thumb on my clit, rubbing in soft, slow circles. His hand was cupping my pussy with his fingers running along the crack of my ass. Every once in awhile he would dip inside my pussy for lubrication and go back to toying with my clit. I was shamelessly wet. I have a soft spot for getting fingered. This man couldn't know it, but that was actually how uncle Evan taught me how to cum the first time - rubbing my clit in almost the exact same way. Fond memories. I came again to more laughter and clapping. 

Once again another man got behind me and it seemed that he wanted to eat me out too. He told me what a pretty little pussy I had. He reached forward and played with my tits while he licked me. And then suddenly there were hands lifting my head up and I felt the unmistakable soft skin of a cock against my lips. I obediently opened my mouth because that is what uncle Evan would want me to do, and the man slid himself back into my throat. With one hand on the back of my head and the other holding my throat, the man started to fuck my mouth. Not roughly or anything, just a simple in and out, but I still gagged a little on it because the angle was so awkward and plus the guy working on my pussy was doing an even better job than the first one. He had a finger inside me and was telling me to fuck his finger, which I tried to do but my mobility was really pretty limited. The guy with his cock in my mouth kept telling me to cum on his dick. I kept moaning and groaning around his cock and he must have liked it because the louder I got the more he panted and thrusted. I came gagging on his cock, drooling all over the place, and then they started cheering him on to cum too. He did, shooting his load in my throat so that I couldn't even swallow it. It came out of the corners of my mouth and dribbled down my chin and there was more celebration. Once again, my pussy was wiped off and someone was nice enough to wipe off my face too.

I had cum three times and given one blow job and the position was already getting uncomfortable. I wondered what they had in store for me next.

V.

I softly cupped my Anna's face in my left hand while with the other I swabbed her face clean. She was still gasping and convulsively swallowing what I knew to be Tony's ejaculate. She was performing beautifully so far. But there was so much more to come. I let her head go and she collapsed back onto the table. "Anna," I said, stroking her back, "Are you comfortable? You can tell me the truth." The little pet that she was, she nodded eagerly for me, but then paused. "My neck just kinda hurts," she said with a slight grimace. "Then we can't have you uncomfortable, baby," I crooned. I untied her hands from her ankles and she gave a beautiful, luxurious stretch. I untied the ropes connecting her ankles to the legs of the coffee table and instructed her to stand up. I let her loosen her limbs and return their circulation before I made her get down on her knees. Once again I tied her ankles and wrists together, but now with a short length of rope between them so that she could kneel but could not move her arms to protect or defend herself. Now I lifted her face by her chin and spoke to her.

"Anna," I said, while unfastening my pants with my free hand. "Show them what I have taught you. Show them where your talents lie." My penis was fully erect as I guided it to her lips. She blindly sought it with open mouth as if bobbing for apples, but as soon as she felt me she began her magic. With soft, full-lipped kisses she worshipped the tip of my cock, sucking gently, pulling back on occasion to give it sweet licks like a child with an ice cream. She licked the length of my shaft underneath, swirling her tongue against my sensitive, inflamed skin. When she reached the head again, she opened her mouth and took my deftly into the back of her throat and, once I was firmly buried in her mouth, slid her tongue out and licked the base of my balls. She always gags a little while doing this but she does it amazingly well. It illicited awed approval from our audience. Then she started to smoothly fuck my cock with her mouth, sucking gently as she pulled her head back, groaning lightly as she slid her mouth on me once again. You could never believe how beautiful and gifted she is.

As much as I wanted to release myself in her sweet mouth right then and there, I pulled away from her and let my friends take over. After all, I could enjoy her services whenever I wanted. This party was for them. They clustered around her, except for Tony who had already loosed his first load, cocks hard, out of their pants and in their fists, steering toward her open and searching mouth. I watched them use her. At first it started on a turn basis, with each man getting a few seconds of attention, but before long they were feeding her two and three cocks at a time. My cock pounded with desire as I saw her cheeks stretched full while she struggled to suck two men at once. And like the little angel she is, Anna performed to her best. Blindfolded as she was, completely bound and at the mercy of strange men, she sought their cocks out with her sweet mouth and serviced all of them. As my friends neared orgasm, I ran my fingers through her hair and encouraged her as she sucked and choked and gagged on a constant barrage of demanding erections. And finally I held her head back by her hair - not too roughly, I promise! - and watched as my friends, one by one, achieved orgasm, splashing their hot cum across her face, her lips, and her tongue. 

Finally they were all done and sat back on couches and chairs, watching as my Anna struggled to swallow all of the cum they had fed her. She started to gag against it, and I quickly stepped up and put my hand over her mouth, holding her firmly until she had swallowed everything. There were tears running down from underneath her blindfold. I assumed it was from her exertion in oral sex, and once again we let her rest. 

There was so much more to come...



Her Name Was Alice



Her name was Alice. I first noticed her at the gym in figure hugging Lycra shorts working out on a cross trainer. Sweat stained between her shoulder blades and between her ample bum cheeks. I was on a treadmill behind her and in an excellent position to be able to watch these same cheeks bouncing delightfully. What I didn't notice was that in a wall to ceiling mirror, Alice could see exactly where my eyes were fixed.

Alice smiled inwardly, she knew she looked good and loved it when men openly admired her. Her bum was on the largish side but it didn't bother her. Some men preferred women with big bums and she knew that her watcher was one of those. I hope he likes them good and sweaty as well. He wasn't bad looking either, dark hair flopped over his forehead, piercing blue eyes crinkled in the corners and a good designer stubble. She wasn't a beard person per se, but did like a bit of stubble. As she studied his face, their eyes met in the mirror. He blushed and looked away. Damn, she thought, he's seen me looking at him looking at my bum. The humour of the situation was not lost on her.

I groaned feeling embarrassed, tempted to stop the treadmill and leave the gym hurriedly. Just maybe though, she had only just looked at the same time as I had and hadn't noticed my fixation with her derrière. I risked another quick glance, she was still watching me and actually smiling!

What could I read into this? That I was some sort of perve and she was laughing at my discomfiture? I was a bit gauche with women, especially ones that openly looked at you with their all knowing eyes. They seem to know exactly what you are thinking whereas you can only hazard a guess as to what's in their mind. I risked a hesitant half smile back and was rewarded with a grin showing off perfectly white teeth coupled with a slight inclination of her head. Blow it, she had seen.

I went through my usual warm down procedure on the treadmill. There had been no more eye contact since that one time. One last quick glance as I walked over to the water cooler. I took a long drink, took a paper towel from the dispenser and wiped my mouth and sweaty face. Turning to leave, Alice, though I didn't know her name at that time was right behind me.

"Did you like what you were looking at?" She came out with, eyes roaming over my face. I feel uncomfortable with close scrutiny, especially from a bold, attractive woman.

"I apologise if you thought I was staring," I mumbled, "I was miles away." Trying to extricate myself from this awkward situation. 

"So you weren't looking a my bum, then?" Said with a slight moue. 

Crikey, if only I could read women. Her expression seemed to indicate some disappointment. "No, erm, yes, it was in my vision and I thought it looked quite nice."

"Only quite nice? So you didn't think at all about wishing you could get your hands on it?"

Oh, my. Where was this going? She was teasing me, surely? I was well and truly out of my depths. "No, no. Well, ok, I'm a man and what man wouldn't want to?" Jeez, did I just say that? 

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean that," I blurted.

"You mean you didn't mean to say that or you didn't mean you'd like to get your hands on my bum?"

Alice knew she was pushing this poor man to his limits but she was enjoying herself. Close up, he was good looking, but she could see he was discomforted by her open scrutiny. She decided to give him some slack. "I'm sorry, I've been teasing you unmercifully." She held out her hand. "I'm Alice, Have you got time for a drink?"

I automatically shook her hand. "Bob," I replied, "and yes, I usually have one before I leave."

She changed from the Lycra shorts now and had a small gym skirt on which covered about half her thighs. Quite respectable when she was standing but a bit revealing when she bent over or sat down carelessly.

I joined Bob in the attached cafe I allowed him to buy me a coffee. He seemed a little more relaxed now so the naughty side of me decided to push him a bit more. I was having such fun! 

"So, Bob, you liked looking at my sweaty bum, did you?"

"Alice, please, you're embarrassing me. If you really must know I loved watching it bouncing up and down. Now can we talk about something else?"

"Oh, Bob, you're so funny. There's just us here, both adults. You shouldn't be embarrassed, men like to admire women from afar. I watched you for some time looking at me and do you know, it made me quite squishie down there. So it was a bit more than just sweaty."

His face was a picture. He didn't know where to look. Though he'd glanced down at my chest a few times. My nipples had hardened with the naughtiness of my teasing.

I could see it was exciting him as well as embarrassing him. I was enjoying bringing out his thoughts. 

"You must realise I am almost 30, Bob."

He mumbled something silly about thinking I was younger.

It was a good effort and I appreciated it. For all the secret looks he was obviously a nice man.

"Will you answer something honestly, Bob?"

He wasn't a particularly young man and looked uncertain but did say "I will do my best Alice."

"We probably wont see each other again Bob. I am 30 and I am married. I know I have a big bum and I would like to know if you like it?"

He was starting to relax and said "I am married as well Alice. Unfortunately my wife is a bit skinny. I can tell you that I know your bum is big but it is really nice. I like your big bum." 

"Is it just bums you like or do you like boobs as well? Bums and boobs, such nice concise words, don't you think?"

"I like them both, Alice, but I do prefer them covered."

"You don't like to see them naked, then?"

With alice talking like this, my discomfiture was diminishing and I felt more comfortable saying things I wouldn't otherwise have said.

"Yes, Alice, I suspect naked would be nice, but I prefer them in knickers and bra. More for the imagination to play with."

Mmm, Bob was really opening up. I was liking the way this was going.

"So do you like big knickers or tiny ones? Cotton or lace?"

"The size or material doesn't matter, it's the fact they're being worn."

O...k, I believe Bob has a thing for knickers, not what's inside them. One of my own fancies as well. Another of my warm squishie feelings down below. I'll push him a little further.

"Do you want to see them Bob?"

"Do you mean your panties, Alice?"

He was looking surprised but not uncomfortable.

"Yes Bob. Do you want to see my knickers?"

"That would be nice Alice but this is a bit public in this cafe."

I looked around. We were the only ones there and our table was around the corner from the main counter.

I just lifted my right foot up onto my chair and splayed my knees saying "What do you think Bob. Are they like you imagined?" 

He was embarrassed now, but excited. He simply murmured "They look splendid Alice."

They were more than splendid, the sweat and other juices that stained the gusset had made it nearly transparent. Bob could clearly see the shape of her sex with its central slit. 

I still hadn't finished my questioning. There were things I had been curious about for ages. I may never have another opportunity.

"Bob, do you prefer clean knickers or does it matter if they are dirty or sweaty?"

Bob reddened. "Alice, I do not mind, but yes, sometimes dirty and sweaty is nice."

Alice noticed Bob squirm in his seat. "I wouldn't mind another coffee, would you be a love?"

Bob obliged and as he rose, yes, as she suspected from the bulge in his jogging bottoms, he was getting turned on with this talk of dirty knickers. She now has his measure.

I had a mad moment when I seriously considered standing up in front of him and dropping my panties for him. I didn't think anyone else would see but then I thought about the terrible consequences if someone did. 

I was after all a respectable married woman. My husband was a local businessman. I discarded those naughty thoughts. It was just too dangerous. He came back with our coffees.

On my return, much to my relief, the conversation turned to more mundane things. I had never before talked so openly with anyone, let alone a woman, about my private thoughts. They were my fantasies to get me off in the night and never been acted on in reality. Alice was a good person to talk to, I seemed to be able to open up with her. Maybe it was because she was a stranger, but I must admit, I was enjoying her company.

Alice stood, having finished her coffee. "I need the loo. Could you watch my bag for me? I won't be long."

I watched her buttocks jiggling delightfully and allowed myself to think about her sweaty bra and knickers. What would they smell like, I wondered? Well, it's not like you'll get any chance to find out. Pity though. I surreptitiously adjusted myself.

Alice came back after a while. "That's better. Bob, I have to go now. It's been lovely talking with you. We must get together again, sometime. I get here two or three times a week. Maybe we'll bump into each other?"

I stood. We looked at each other for a pause, me not knowing if I shake her hand or peck her cheek. Alice grinned and taking the initiative moved closer. It was a quick peck. Well, two actually, one on each side.

My awkwardly dangling arms came half up in a Roy Cropper sort of hug. Alice stood back, still grinning, perhaps at my sense of chagrin. She turned and hefted her bag onto her shoulder. "See you, Bob," and with that, she was gone.

I sat to finish my now cold drink. Would I see her? Get together? Bump into each other? These phrases resonated in my mind. Glancing down, I saw something on the table Alice must have forgotten. I grabbed it and made to chase after her, but realised she was probably long gone. 

Opening my hand, my heart lurched in my chest. I was holding what could only be her dirty, sweaty knickers. They were folded round a card with a phone number. The knickers were warm, damp, no more than damp, soaked. 

Unbidden animal instinct programmed in males from caveman days brought them to my nose. I inhaled deeply, my first real scent of a real live woman! My furtive fumblings with my fantasies at night paled into insignificance. I held them to my face for the longest time. My tongue tentatively touched the gusset. Closing my eyes, the smell, Alice's smell pervaded my senses.

The smell was so lovely and thickly musky. I looked around. No one could see. I pushed my tongue out. It was a warm slightly salty taste. She had said she needed the loo. 

As I inhaled a picture of my wife flashed before me. She was a good woman but all the naughty thoughts about her had subsided about 2 years after our marriage. 

I wondered what Elizabeth would say now if she saw me sniffing another woman's panties. I put her out of my mind. It didn't bear thinking about. I inhaled again. 

Realising where I was, I tucked the knickers safely away, the card with phone number going into my wallet.

I didn't know if I would see her again; if I'd phone her even. But today would remain in my mind forever and I knew my life had taken a turning and would not be the same again. ..............



Her Name Was Alice Pt. 02



When Bob arrived home, he called out for his wife, Elizabeth. Relief flooded through him when he found her note in the kitchen. She would be out with her friends till late and not to wait up. 

On previous occasions when he knew his wife would be out he had always followed the same routine. It wasn't great but he made the best of things. 

He knew Elizabeth would be out for ages, he had time to play.

He went upstairs still clutching Alice's dirty knickers almost reverently in his hand and quietly opened his wife's bedroom door.

It was a ritual he was well accustomed to. He walked silently across the carpeted floor and opened the bottom draw of her bedside table and withdrew Elizabeth's underwear and placed them on the bed. 

Elizabeth had always worn pretty underwear and there were reds and blacks and pinks.

It was always the same. His wife's underwear was so pretty and clean and so boring. On previous occasions he had made the best of it, but today was much more exciting. 

He went to his bedroom, his heart thrumming, his mouth so dry. He quickly pulled Alice's knickers from his pocket. Almost reverently, he placed them on the bed and stripped off his clothes, not taking his eyes off Alice's gift to him. He lay down, his excitement evident. Gently picking them up he wrapped them over his nose and mouth and breathed deeply, drawing in the fragrant aromas infused in them. He moved them over his face and found stronger smells in the crotch where Alice's sweat from her exertions in the gym, combined with the scent of her squishie juices and perhaps, even a measure of her wee mixed in, blended.

In his wildest dreams, in the many lonely nights he held and rubbed himself with images of sweaty, dirty knickers suffusing his mind, he had never come close the reality of this moment. He laid his tongue along the gusset where the smells were strongest. Tangy flavours coated his taste buds, his mind divided the tastes into sweat, pussy juice and wee. He took the damp material into his mouth and sucked hard, trying not to dilute the flavours with his saliva.

Bob held himself and slowly stroked his hardness, playing over in his mind the events at the gym. He remembered Alice's bum cheeks bouncing as she worked out on the cross trainer. Saw the sweat patches staining the tight pale blue Lycra bottoms she was wearing. Darkening the material between her bum cheeks. He remembered now he could see the outline of her knickers underneath - the very knickers now draped over his face.

Whilst he was reasonably content with his marriage, he and Elizabeth in the main did their own things. She had her circle of friends and he his. They had slept in separate rooms for some years now and Bob preferred that. He was thought of as an ok sort of guy but a bit quiet. Of course, no one knew of his predilection for women's underwear. Especially dirty underwear. Until now, that is.

Bob removed the knickers from his face and slipped them on. They were a snug fit even given Alice's ample proportions. He pulled them high, the gusset tight between his legs, thrilling in the now cool dampness, knowing it's origin and relishing that fact that they had recently been covering Alice's sweaty, squishie nether regions. He rubbed himself through the material, he could smell her scent still, or maybe it was imprinted in his brain. 

He came heavily, containing his discharge in the knickers, rubbing it into them, mixing with Alice's juices. This gave him a thrill, a feeling of closeness to her. He wondered what she was doing now? Was she thinking of him at all? And what was today about for her? 

Was it just some fun for her? Or did she get a buzz out of it as well? The fact she gave him her knickers meant something, didn't it? Yes, it must have done, after all, she said she'd see me. We're going to get together, bump into each other.

He got up and dressed himself, keeping Alice's knickers on. He loved the damp material clinging to him, keeping him in an excited state. He tried to do some chores, fix a leaky tap, make a bit of lunch but it was no good. His thoughts were permanently on the events of the day.

He knew there was no going back to his lonely fumbles at night, he'd tasted his future and it it was good. But he knew the initial thrill of Alice's warm, juicy knickers would not last for ever. Her fragrance would fade with time, replaced by his own masculine scents. He would always treasure them, of course, never wash them

and only use them on special occasions. But he would need to find a fresh source, or rather a dirty, sweaty source. But where?

He resolved that in the morning, he would go to the gym and hope to see Alice. She would, I hope, help me. He remembered she only went about three times a week, and if she didn't turn up, he would phone her.

Decision made, Bob went to bed, still with Alice's knickers on, dry and stiff with his cum. He rubbed himself off, cumming hard into the knickers again. 

In the morning, he went to the gym at his usual time. He normally changed there, but he still wore Alice's knickers and didn't want to run the risk of being seen in the changing room. He eagerly looked for Alice, his disappointment all to evident when she didn't turn up. He did a few desultory workouts but his heart wasn't really in it.

Not wanting to phone from home, he plucked up courage and rang Alice from the gym pay phone. He noticed it was a mobile number. After a few rings, it answered.

"Hello?"

"Alice? Is that you? It's Bob"

"Bob? Oh, hi. Just a minute."

The phone muted and Bob listened to silence.

"Hello, Bob. Sorry about that. What a surprise to hear from you. Did you like my little gift?"

"Alice, I liked it very much. Thank you."

"Did you like my sweaty bums smells and everything?"

"Yes Alice, I liked them very much. I err.. I'm wearing them now."

"Ooh, Bob, you naughty boy, wearing my dirty, sweaty knickers. Tell me what you did with them when you got home."

"I smelt them at the gym, first, Alice, then when I got home smelt and tasted them."

"And what did I smell and taste like. Nice and juicy and cummy?"

"They were still warm, Alice, and damp from your sweaty bum. I loved the taste and smell of you on them."

"I'm so pleased, Bob that you liked them. Talking to you now I'm getting a little squishie, in my nice clean knickers."

In Bobs mind, he imagined Alice splaying her legs for him and seeing the fresh stain of her juice. His cock lurched in his or rather, her knickers. "That's why I'm calling, Alice. When will you be at the gym next?"

"Oh, Bob. It won't be a while yet. When I got home I had a message to call work. There was a last minute space on a course I've been waiting for but I had to go straight away? At least a month. Why?"

Bob tried to hide his disappointment. "I was wondering if perhaps you would be able to let me have another pair of your knickers. Your smell and tastes are fading and I'm afraid I wanked myself in them twice last night." Did I just say wanked?

"Bob, baby. I thought you might have done that. It makes me very happy that I can please you. Now let me think. The best I can come up with right now is I send you my dirty, soiled knickers say twice a week. I'll wear them for three or four nights so they are nice and sweaty, smelly and crusty with my secretions. Would that be ok for you?"

Bob was overjoyed. Alice seemed to enjoy knicker games as much as him.

"Thank you Alice. Have you got a pen? I'll give you my address. I'm always sending for stuff from Amazon so it won't be a problem when they arrive."

"I understand, Bob. I'll put them in a plain brown envelope and type the address. I'll send the pair I have on tomorrow so that my sweaty pussy smells will be stronger."

Alice felt a thrill of excitement at the illicitness of what they were doing. She was pleased Bob had phoned, thinking she would not see him again. Her stomach flipped, adding an extra squirt of her juice to her already damp, sweaty knickers.

Bob was euphoric, he was in a daze of happiness now he could rely on a regular supply of stinky underwear. He would be reluctant however to give them up, wanting to use them over and over. Wanking in them; he was comfortable with using that word now; and wearing them constantly. Rubbing them over his skin relishing in the feel of the different materials. 

But he would have to come to some arrangement with Alice, about getting her knickers back to her. It would be problematic to wash them at home so maybe she would take them back in their dirty cum stained state to do with what she will. He secretly hoped that she would wear them. 

Or I could maybe buy new knickers for her to make sweaty and stinky with her bodily juices. The thought of shopping for ladies knickers sent a thrill through him. He had often sat outside Starbucks with a coffee, looking at the models in Victoria's Secret, imagining the ladies trying different knickers on. His mind was awash with ideas, after years of an unfulfilled marriage, he felt so alive again.

*****

Thanks to all readers who have read Chapters 1 and 2. 

If feedback is positive, I'll work on Chapter 3



Her Name Was Alice Pt. 03



Bob had just checked for the postman for the third time that morning. It had been nearly three weeks since his arrangement with Alice and he hoped that the pantie post would arrive with an sixth fragrant gift from her.

"Robert, can I speak to you for a moment?"

"Of course, Elizabeth. What is it?" 

Bob had been so careful, so he thought, with Alice's knickers, so it was not possible Elizabeth suspected anything. Nevertheless, his guilty conscience pricked.

"Jo is coming back on Monday for a few weeks. You know their kitchen is being replaced and she can't really stay there with all the mess. The work can start earlier than she expected So she just has to see the contractors to ensure they know what she wants. I said it would be ok."

Now Jo was our daughter, a fairly normal teenager up to the age of eighteen when she somehow changed. She became obstreperous with me, very mouthy and sometimes quite nasty. I had no idea why. I tried my best to get along with her at first but in the end, it was too much hard work so just let her get on with it.

She got on quite well with Elizabeth though, which was odd as I was invariably the one she came to when she had fallen over, the one who read her bedtimes stories and tucked her in, took her to school and picked her up, whereas her mother seemed not to really notice her.

Jo married two years ago to a computer geek somewhere in the City. No kids as yet. A quite peace descended on our house much to my relief. It was about this time Elizabeth decided she would move into Jo's old room.

"I suppose that's ok, will Clive be coming?

Clive is Jo's husband. At 34, twelve years older than Jo. Jo stays at our house frequently when Clive is working away although Elizabeth stays with her as well. The last time I'd seen them together was at a barbecue at their house. Elizabeth and Jo soon got into a huddle on a bench at the far end of the garden, leaving myself and Clive to play a game of not making eye contact. He toyed with the barbecue and I studied the flowers. I didn't like him, never had. His only saving grace in my eyes was that he had married Jo, thus relieving me of sitting through more breakfasts with her sneering at me. 

We didn't have anything in common, I knew next to nothing about computers, apart from how to switch one on and I doubted he would be interested in anything I had to say. I suppose I could have regaled him at length about the delights of pantyism - is that even a word? That might have just started a conversation.

"No, he's still away working up North, so it'll just be Jo."

"I suppose she'll want her room back?" I asked, really knowing she would be in with Elizabeth in the big double bed in her old room. 

"No, Robert, you're quiet safe, Jo will share with me as usual."

Relief flooded through me. Jo had only just gone back to Guildford after staying here for nearly a month. Though it was a slim chance, wouldn't want Elizabeth finding any of Alice's knickers under a pillow.

The familiar squeak of the letterbox heralded a delivery. Would it come today? I'd been fooled before when what sounded like a whole trees worth of mail had crashed onto the floor turned out to be just a flyer for a pizza company. But yes, there was Alice's familiar brown A5 envelope sitting amongst the rest of the mail.

I eagerly grabbed it. "Amazon again, is it? You're getting a lot from them just lately." said Elizabeth. 

"Yes, Elizabeth, they're some special edition stamps being released every few days and I've ordered the whole series." I lied, thinking fast. 

"You boys and your stamp albums, I thought you might have outgrown that by now but I see you've started it up again."

I didn't comment, not wanting to dig myself a deeper hole. Luckily Elizabeth had wandered into the kitchen.

Making my way upstairs, I held the envelope to my nose. Was there a faint scent of Alice or was it my imagination? Locking my door which I've taken to doing lately although Elizabeth has never wanted to come in, I quickly opened the envelope and held it again to my nose. Alices delicious musky scents filled my nostrils. Closing the envelope around my nose I inhaled deeply. Such an infusion of different smells assailed my nostrils. I was expert now at detecting the subtle scents that combined to make the whole. Like a fine wine connoisseur, I could identify the earthy, astringent aroma of wee and the heady fruitiness of Alice's pussy juice. 

They were pale lavender, what I suppose would be called hipsters. Material cotton. I love cotton knickers, they soak up so much more and hence I find them more flavoursome.

They were still damp to the touch. I held them to my face, my nose buried in the crotch inhaling Alice's latest gift. I laid my tongue in the centre where the smells were concentrated. Each pair, and I had a collection of six now, had slightly different smells and tastes, I suppose reflecting Alice's diet. I had purchased small clip-lok boxes and five pairs were safely tucked away in these, the more to keep their scents for longer.

My self indulgent hedonism was suddenly interrupted with Elizabeth calling me. Reluctantly stowing the knickers away in a new box and labelling it with the date, I put it with the others in an old Samsonite case in the bottom of my wardrobe.

Elizabeth was at the bottom of the stairs, dressed as I'd never seen her before. A short above the knee grey skirt and a white blouse with chiffon scarf around her neck. Though I say it myself, she looked good, better than I'd seen her in a long time. I even detected a hint of that Obsession perfume I'd bought for her a few birthdays ago. I had told Alice that she was skinny and I suppose compared to her, she was. But standing in front of me was a woman it seemed I hadn't seen in a long time. The tight skirt accentuated her taut bum and her breasts looked firm with just a hint of cleavage showing. 

"I've decided to go and pick Jo up, so I'm going to drive to Guildford now, spend the weekend there and come back on Monday. Ok?" Not a question, a statement. 

I waved Elizabeth off and quickly ran back upstairs. Getting Alice's latest gift from the case, I placed it on my bed and undressed. My mouth was dry, as always with a new gift. I had just opened the box when my mobile rang. Damn, I thought, it's probably Elizabeth forgotten something and on her way back. 

"Hello, Elizabeth," I said, "what have you forgotten?"

"Bob? It's me, Alice , can you talk?"

My heart did a somersault. "Alice! Hi. Yes I can talk, Elizabeth's away."

" I just wanted to let you know my course has finished a bit early so I'm coming home tonight. If you want, I can see you at the gym tomorrow? I have something for you."

"Of course I'd love to see you, Alice, but," I said thinking fast, "Elizabeth won't be back until Monday. How do you feel about coming here?"

"I don't know about that, Bob, Might it not be a bit risky for you?"

"Don't worry about anything, Alice , we're quite secluded here. No one will take any notice."

Alice's stomach flipped. It would be better than the gym for talking, and she did have a nice gift for him. A very nice gift. Thinking about her present she clenched her thighs feeling her knickers moisten.

"Ok, Bob, if you're sure it's safe. I'll be there as early as I can. How have you been getting on with my little packages?"

"Alice , they were wonderful. I loved every one. I can let you have them back tomorrow, do you want me to wash them?"

"No, don't you dare! I want to see exactly what you've been doing with them and how mucky you've made them. I've loved the thought of you wearing them and smelling me on them. That's why the ones I've been sending have been extra juicy."

After she hung up, Alice felt a thrill run through her. She'd always had a thing for panties ever since the third year at secondary school when she and her best friend would go into the toilets, play about with themselves, getting their knickers very juicy. They would then sniff and taste each other's different smells and wear each other's knickers. She did worry she might be a lesbian but it wasn't long before she found what boys had between their legs and worried no more about her sapphist feelings. But she never forgot about her love of knickers.

Bob was so excited at the thought of seeing Alice. Did anything need doing to the house? No, Elizabeth saw to that. His bedroom though, needed some attention. He opened the windows to air it out and changed his bedding. He sprayed some aerosol around also. He replaced her latest gift back in the case to keep it 'fresh', he would show Alice tomorrow what he does with them. He dressed and leaving his door open for the air to blow through, he saw the door to Elizabeth's room open. Bob automatically made to close it when he thought he'd look in her knicker drawer. If he wasn't going to pleasure himself with Alice's knickers, maybe he could this time find something to tempt him.

Bob slid the drawer open, damn, all all good knickers were gone. She must have taken them for the weekend with Jo, he realised. But why so many? She had at least ten very nice sexy ones. Ah well, just have to wait until Alice comes tomorrow.

He was up early the next day, showered and shaved and put a good shirt on. He couldn't settle, pacing up and down the living room, constantly glancing out of the window for any sign of Alice.

Alice was up and out early, wearing her casual gym clothes as that was her cover story for her husband. Bob's gift was secreted in the bottom of her Adidas gym bag. She was wearing pale blue cotton briefs which were already quite damp from the illicitness of what she was doing. She did think about a squirt of Femfresh but decided against it. She knew today she would do what she had only thought about at the gym. That she would take her knickers off in front of Bob and give them to him. She would watch him as he smelt her natural body smells, she would splay her legs for him to see her so squishie pussy. 

She squirmed in her seat, trying to concentrate on driving but conscious of the flowy, flippy feeling in her stomach and knowing her knickers were now more than just damp and her juices had soaked though her short gym skirt as well.

Bob was at the window as he saw Alice's Audi sweep into his drive. He was at the door before she had switched off. He watched as she swung her right leg out of the car, his breath caught in his throat as he glimpsed a flash of her knickers. He could swear they were damp in the crotch.

Alice saw Bob waiting at the door, her mischievous side decided to give him a show. She hitched her already short gym skirt higher revealing her soaked knickers. She revelled in the feeling of them clinging to her skin and she could smell her own excitement. Swinging her legs out onto the gravelled drive, she splayed her legs, giving eric an excellent view of her darkly stained knickers. She pretended to struggle a bit getting out, sliding to the edge of the seat, her skirt sliding even higher. 

Bob could hardly believe what he was seeing. Alice had stepped from her car, her skirt folded high showing her knickers almost in their entirety. She smiled and waved, opening the boot and bending to retrieve her gym bag showing Bob her ample bum encased in her darkly soaked cotton knickers. He noticed also the damp stain on her gym skirt.

Alice's tummy flipped at the illicitness of the way she was behaving. She had never done anything before remotely like this. Somehow, Bob's obsession with her knickers had reignited her almost dormant fixation. She knew her smouldering desires were getting stronger by the day, but she didn't care or allow herself to consider the consequences. Tomorrow would be time enough for that.

She walked the few yards to where Bob was standing in the doorway. She held his eyes and was smiling. Bob smiled back, he knew now that Alice was not playing games, that she was as excited as him with their knicker naughtiness. He held out his arms, gave her a proper hug and this time he initiated the kiss on her cheeks.

"Bob, you look good, you've shaved," said Alice, running her hand over his chin. "I like a nice clean shaven man."

"And you look wonderful, Alice , you've done something to your hair. It looks nice."

Alice was pleased he had noticed. She had made an effort for him. "Ah, thank you, Bob, err, shall we go in?"

They were still on the doorstep. "Of course, I'm sorry, Alice , please come in."

Alice was ushered into the large, sunny lounge. She glanced around and immediately spotted a framed photo of Bob and Elizabeth. "So this is Elizabeth? She's not skinny, Bob, she has quite a nice figure."

"I only meant she was skinny compared to you, not that you're fat, I was only comparing her bum to yours." Said Bob.

"Oh yes, you do like my big bum, don't you, Bob?" Said Alice, pirouetting round and flicking up her gym skirt and patting her ample bum cheeks.

"You know I love it, Alice " 

"Would you like to touch it, Bob?"

"Touch it, Alice?" Bob said breathlessly.

"Yes, Bob, would you like to touch my big bum? I have my knickers on, would you like to touch my knickers?"

"Oh God, Alice. That would be the most wonderful thing in the world if you would be so kind."

Alice chuckled. "I will make it even more wonderful, Bob. Kneel behind me and kiss my bum. I want you to kiss it."

Bob couldn't answer, his mouth suddenly dry. Instead, he fell to his knees and reached out grasping both her cheeks and kneading the pliant flesh. Alice moved backwards into his hands, looking over her shoulder. Her ample backside was inches from Bob's face and she saw him lean close and bury his face between her cheeks. Just what Alice had hoped he would do. Her tummy flipped and her pussy flowed, she could feel his warm breath caressing her skin. Reaching behind, her fingers twisted in his hair pulling him closer.

"Alice , you smell so good, much better than just knickers." Bob wanted to pull her cheeks wide and get even closer to the source of her tangy scent.

"Bob, it could be even better for you. Let me turn round."

Alice, still holding Bob's head turned until she was now facing him with Bob staring open mouthed at her darkly stained knickers covering her fleshy pussy. Her heat and piquant pussy smells wrapped round him. Slowly, as if in a dream, Bob moved his face forward, inhaling deeply through his nostrils. Almost of its own volition, his tongue poked, dragging along the soaked juice filled material, tasting Alice's fresh, warm secretions.

Alice could feel the pressure of Bob's tongue. Her mouth was dry, her pulse raced. Her stomach was fluttering, her juices flowing. She bent slightly opening her thighs to give Bob better access. Her hands held his face close. Thoughts of her husband, at home, thinking she was at the gym flashed through her mind. Was she going much further than she had intended? Was she allowing Bob to do things she had only imagined they would do? 

She had never been unfaithful nor did she intend to be, but then, what does being unfaithful mean? A clandestine meeting that hubbie doesn't know about, could that be considered as being unfaithful? Or an illicit kiss, albeit a peck on the cheek? Maybe flashing her knickers at Bob? Though that was a bit of fun even as the act caused her tummy to flip. If these were to be considered unfaithful acts then she was unfaithful already. 

As Bob was causing Alice's tummy to tremble and her pussy to pulsate, she put thoughts of unfaithfulness or otherwise to the back of her mind. After all, it is only a stricture society has decided upon, since Moses and the Ten Commandments. 'Thou shalt not commit adultery'. Well, so long as I drawn the line at full on penetrative sex, I am not being adulterous therefore not unfaithful. This was how Alice dealt with the question in her own mind.

"Bob, would you like me to take my knickers off?"

"Oh, Alice," said Bob, leaning back and looking up at her, "I would love you to do that."

Bob squatted back on his haunches, as Alice bent to remove her trainers. Then he watched mesmerised as she slowly and sexily peeled her knickers over her hips. She wriggled them down to her ankles, slipped one foot out then flicked them in Bob's direction. He deftly caught them, his eyes never leaving the hem of her gym skirt which was barely covering her as at the same time bringing the knickers up to his nose.

Alice backed up to Bob's settee and sat on the edge. Raising the hem of her short skirt, Bob could see contained in the vee of her thighs where they met the crease of her tummy, a triangle of dark pubic hairs curled together in a central stripe as if pointing the way to hidden delights. 

Bob, still on his knees shuffled closer. Alice hadn't intended anything more than removing her knickers and letting Bob have a peek at her hairy pussy. The wrongfulness though was as exciting as watching Bob's open mouthed expression as he looked at her ravenously, and without much thought Alice splayed her legs wide giving Bob sight of her pussy lips, engorged with her arousal.

Bob, leaned closer, his head now between Alice's knees. He looked up at her, "Alice, I want to touch you, may I?" He said breathlessly.

Alice was sure now that some invisible line had been crossed; she wanted to feel his hands on her naked pussy as much as Bob wanted to feel her. She looked at him, his eyes flicking between her cunt and her face, waiting for her answer. Her juices were in full flood, soaking the edge of the settee. Since her marriage, no other man than her husband had seen her naked bottom and now she was going to let Bob not just look at it but touch it.

Her fingers parted her thick pubic bush and held her deeply pink pussy lips apart. Her inner flesh glistened with her juices. Bob could see them seeping down over her thighs, "yes, Bob, you can touch me now." Alice whispered.

Bob's trembling fingers gently stroked Alice's slick pussy lips. Not since the very early days of his marriage to Elizabeth has she allowed him to closely look at her down there. In fact all sexual contact had completely ceased since she had moved into Jo's room. Bob was surprised at the heat being generated by Alice's pussy and how smooth the lips were. He could smell her fresh feminine scents. 

He touched her inner coral pink lips, fingers trailing over the smooth bumps and ridges, loving the sight of her juices bubbling forth. 

Alice was biting her lower lip lest she scream at the delicious feeling Bob's fingers were generating. Her juices were in full flow now, her thighs trembled, her tummy flipped. The quick peek that was all she was going to allow Bob had morphed into him bringing her close to orgasm.

Bob glanced up, "Alice, may I taste you?"

No! No! I definitely mustn't let him, thought Alice, I've let it go too far already and if I allow that I don't know where this will all finish. But another quiet voice in her mind said if you don't let him, then you'll never know what it would be like to have a man lick you, bury his face between your legs. Eat you. She though again of her husband, he 'didn't do that'. Never had. Her resolve crumbled, now she wanted this more than anything else, to feel Bob's tongue digging inside her, lapping at her, drinking her. "Yes, Bob, you can taste me."

Alice put her hands on Bob's head as he moved his face slowly forward. She could see his nostrils quiver as he sniffed her fragrance. Her hands were to push Bob away should she decide it was all too much for her, but instead she found herself pulling him closer. 

Bob's fingers, bolder now, parted Alice's puffy labia. He studied her for a while, his eyes taking in every minute detail, every hill and valley of her inner sex. He felt Alice's insistent hands on his head urging him closer. His tongue tentatively lapped at her briefly, tasting her, savouring her slightly salty, flavoursome juices. His tongue lapped again, this time along the whole length of her, digging deep inside.




Her Name Was Alice Pt. 03



The instant Bob's tongue licked her length, Alice came. In her heightened state of arousal, it was enough to tip her over the edge. She pulled Bob's face hard into her, squeezing her thighs, her tummy rippling, her pussy pulsating, her juices flooding. Her head thrown back, her breath came in short pants. Waves of pure pleasure radiated from her core, electric shocks of sexual wantonness spiked through her nerve ending straight to her brain. 

Bob pushed his face hard into Alice's cunt, licking and lapping, sucking and slurping her tasty, warm juicy cum. Never in his wildest imaginations did he see himself on his knees with his head buried between Alice's thighs. He felt her writhe under him, her hips bucking, her tasty cum juices filling his mouth. He laved his tongue along her slit, finding the hard little nub of her clitoris, sucking and circling his tongue over and around.

Alice came again, hard. Screaming her release, holding Bob's head hard on her, she ground her cunt on his face. If she had any thoughts of her husband, it was to curse him for not letting her experience the exquisite pleasures of cunnilingus years ago. She looked at Bob, his face coated in her juices tonguing her pussy, giving her so much more pleasure than she had since the early days of her marriage, if then. She pushed Bob's head away, unable to take any more of his tongue on her so sensitive clitoris.

Bob settled back on his haunches, his face gleaming with Alice's juices. Alice had collapsed back on the settee. "Alice? Are you ok?" Bob notice the tears welling up from under her closed eyelids. 

Alice couldn't speak, she could only give Bob a small nod. He climbed beside her and held her, stroking her face. Alice turned to him suddenly, burying her face into his chest, sobbing. Bob was definitely out of his comfort zone now. Had he done something wrong? Had he overstepped the mark somehow? "Alice? Tell me, what's wrong? Have I done something to upset you?"

Alice's sobbing had subsided somewhat. "No, Bob, it's definitely nothing you've done wrong, you've been more than perfect in every way. You've given me more pleasure than my husband ever has, no one has so consummately given me feelings so powerful and mind blowing as you. And I love you for it. But, we can't, we mustn't do this again."

Bob's initial joy at Alice's words was shattered by her last statement. "But I don't understand, Alice. You said it was good for you."

"Yes, Bob, but we're both married. I love my husband, despite his shortcomings. We can't risk meeting like this again" said alice, knowing as she spoke the words she wanted nothing more than having Bob's face between her thighs again, whatever the consequences. 

"I didn't intend, Bob, to let you do those beautiful things to me, but I did and there's no altering that fact. You'll have to be as strong as me in this. We'll have to stop meeting at the gym as well." Words that she spoke but didn't mean.

"I came, Bob, I came so hard. It's changed everything. We've changed. It may possibly be too late to go back to how it was, but we, I, have to try."

Bob was devastated, but he did understand the truth of what alice had said. It was all his fault, he shouldn't have pushed her beyond what she was willing to do. His marriage as well, whilst not perfect, wasn't so bad. We should have just stuck to the knicker fun. He wanted to beg her to keep seeing him, but Alice was obviously decided.

"Ok, Alice, I agree. It is for the best, though it's not what I want but I'll help you in this." Spoken reluctantly, with a stone in place of his heart.

Words Alice didn't want to hear him say. She wanted him to beg her not to finish with him, to plead to see her again, but he'd agreed to end it with her. She gathered her things and quickly left. Bob watched her as she drove away, not looking back so he didn't see the tears coursing down her cheeks.

When her car disappeared from sight and he couldn't hear the engine anymore, Bob closed the door. He stare blankly around the room, stunned by what had happened. 

Only half an hour had elapsed since he had his tongue deep in Alice's pussy. He had felt her cum and drunk her juices and now it was all over. He spotted her knickers discarded on the floor by the settee. Picking them up, he brought them to his face and smelt her sweet taste. He fell to his knees and sobbed his heart out at his loss.

...Thanks for reading,. In Part 4, Bob finds a shocking truth about Elizabeth and Jo. And does he see Alice again?...



Her Name Was Alice Pt. 04



Bob was in a daze for the next week. When Elizabeth and Jo returned on Monday, if they noticed his desolate mood they didn't comment. They kept out of his way, mainly in their shared bedroom from which they emerged, whispering and giggling. Bob didn't notice, so caught up with his own thoughts of Alice. He so much wanted to call her to see how she was, but was respectful of her wish that they should not see each other again. Little did he know that Alice hoped and prayed he would phone and each time her mobile rang her heart leapt only to come crashing down when it wasn't him calling.

Alice couldn't get thoughts of Bob out of her mind. The fun she'd had sending him her soiled knickers, getting squishy wondering what he was doing with them. And after all, it was just fun, what was the harm in that? But letting Bob touch her and lick her, eat her out, my God, she was flooding just recalling the beautiful sensations that he had given her. It seemed that she was in a constant state of arousal, that Bob had awoken feelings in her that had been long dormant. 

Whatever she was doing she had to stop, go to the bedroom or bathroom and remove her knickers, smelling her fragrant juices and tasting them as Bob once did. Legs wide, she would pleasure herself over and over imagining Bobs tongue in place of her fingers, trying to recapture the exquisite feelings her had given her. 

One time, she was scraping carrots at the sink, dropped the knife and ran to the bathroom with a large carrot and pushed it hard into her liquid, squishy pussy, squeezing her legs around it, tummy flipping, juices flowing, slapping her clit as she came hard. And nightly, her fingers delved deep inside her molten depths as her husband slept beside her and sobbed herself to sleep.

In the morning, Alice came to a decision. She would get in touch with Bob. She reasoned that what they were doing was fun, they both enjoyed it and it wasn't hurting anybody. The fact that they were both married was pushed to the furtherest corner of her mind, dwarfed to a minor insignificance compared to the flowy, flippy feeling in the pit of her stomach. She ran her hand down, lifted her skirt and pulled her knickers tight into herself, relishing the roughness against her moist pussy. Decision made, Alice was a happier person. Knowing that she would see her Bob once again, feel his tongue probing her depths, laving her sex, lapping her sweet juices, giving her such mind blowing orgasms. And she would not push him away again. Yes, she would definitely phone him tomorrow morning.

Meanwhile, Bob had decided he had to shake himself out of his dismal mood. Alice was gone and he must get over her. His knicker fetish, kept in check by Alice's regular posts was once more reasserting itself. He went to his room and took the old Samsonite case from his wardrobe. Spreading the six clip lock boxes on his bed, he opened them and laid Alice's knickers on the counterpane. He selected the first one she had sent, but the smells were faded, stale and grey. He tried the others but they were just the same, with barely a hint of the fresh, musky feminine scents of Alice. Disappointed, Bob replaced them in their boxes and back into the bottom of his wardrobe.

Having raided the laundry basket in the past, finding a pair of Elizabeth's knickers with a pleasing smell to him was a rare occurrence. She changed them twice daily and there was hardly anything tasty on them. However, needs must so he went to the bathroom and looked in the basket. His eyes widened with what he saw. At least six pairs of Elizabeth's seldom seen Victoria's Secret knickers and several other pairs which could only belong to Jo, his daughter. Bob selected a pair belonging to his wife and lifted them to his face inhaling deeply. A pungent tangy aroma of wee, overlaid by the fulsome scent of pussy juice invaded his nasal passages. He couldn't believe these were Elizabeth's knickers. He tried other pairs, they too were all pleasingly fragrant and tasty on his tongue. 

His gaze settled on the slightly smaller knickers that were Jo's, expensive looking silky pairs in pale pastel colours, except one pair which was a dark crimson colour. He slowly reached for this pair, but what was he doing? She was his daughter and he shouldn't be lusting after the scent of her soiled knickers. But his hand was already on them, stained and damp with maybe a hint of warmth? His reservations vanished instantly. She would never know, would she? Raising them to his face, turning them inside out, his tongue licked the heavily stained gusset. Such a wonderful infusion of tastes and smells, fresh, feminine, peachy flavours assaulted his senses. He shoved the gusset into his mouth, sucking the heavenly concoction of his daughters bodily fluids. His cock lurched. Quickly stripping, he pulled the knickers up over his torso, straining to get them over his hips. His hardening penis was pushed down, barely being contained by the tight gusset. Taking two of his wife's knickers and, after dressing, he hurried back to his room to enjoy the fruits of his rummage in the laundry basket.

While Bob was thus occupied, mother and daughter were equally enjoying themselves, locked in a steamy, tongue tussling clinch. The scent of their recent passion filled the air, hands were thrust down each other knickers digging deep into their sopping pussies. 

"Oh god that feels so wonderful, but please Jo, I want you to eat me again" Elizabeth begged. 

Jo grinned, she knew exactly what her mother liked but wanted her to beg again. She moved down her mothers body, teasingly laying a kiss on her moist furry mons before proceeding down her left leg showering this in kisses and then sucking each of her ten toes.

"Please, Jo, don't be a tease," Elizabeth pleaded.

"What is it you want, Mother?" Jo teasingly asked.

"You know what I want, Jo." Elizabeth panted, stomach flipping, pussy flowing.

"But I want you to say it, Mother."

All part of the same game played between them. "I want your tongue deep inside me, sucking my juices, licking my hard little clitty till I cum over you. Then I want you to do it all again."

"Okay, Mother, you have been particularly good today. Here I come. Hope you're ready for me."

Jo kissed her way up her mother's right leg. When Elizabeth felt her daughters warm breath on her neglected pussy, she nearly screamed. "Fuck, Jo, eat me, eat me now!" She screeched.

At this precise moment, Bob, having satiated himself, and whether by good luck or misfortune, was passing their bedroom door. He heard Elizabeth scream her profanity and the words that followed, but it took time for his brain to absorb the meaning of what he had heard. He pressed his ear to the door straining to hear Elizabeth panting and mewling, coupled with lapping and slurping sounds and Jo's sighs of contentment.

Years of denied suspicions now had a firm foundation. Why Elizabeth spent a lot of time at Jo's, or her at our house. Why Elizabeth moved into Jo's old room and shared with her when she stayed. Whilst he did have these vague notions that something was going on between them, it wasn't particularly bothersome to him. After all, he had his own little pleasures which maybe counterbalanced her peccadillo, albeit a whopping great peccadillo it was. But incest? Should I be shocked? Strangely, though, he wasn't. In fact, his cock had hardened in his pants at the thought of Elizabeth and Jo indulging in lesbian sex. Or maybe it was just incest, or perhaps lesbian incest. He didn't know, or care. A smile crossed his face as he thought about how he could use this new found information. And his smile increased when it gave him an ideal opportunity to phone Alice to tell her. He would phone her in the morning.

When Elizabeth and Jo had climbed down from their sexual peak, already scaled many times that morning, they cuddled on the bed and got to talking about Bob.

"Do you think Dad has any clue what's going on with us?" Said Jo. "We are getting less careful and are taking far more chances than ever just lately. And you were rather noisy a while ago."

Elizabeth chuckled, "That old fart? I doubt if we did it in front of him he'd notice. Don't worry, Darling, I'm more concerned what he's up to. He's been acting very strangely this past week."

"You don't think that's about us, then?

"No, Jo. Even if he did find out, I can handle him. Let's not bother with dinner tonight and stay here. We've both of us eaten plenty anyway." Elizabeth said laughingly.

"Mmm, you know I love to fall asleep in your arms with our juices and smells still on us. But won't Dad come up?"

"He won't even miss us. Now spin around, Darling, and let's have more delicious dessert."

The following morning, Alice, still determined in her resolve to call Bob, went to the gym to make the call from there. On the drive over, she rehearsed what she wanted to say, but it all seemed a little stilted. Sod it, she thought no script, speak straight from the heart and tell him I have a pair of fresh, juicy knickers for him, only trouble is I'm wearing them and they're getting squishier by the minute. And by the way, once you've got them off me, I want you to fuck me with your tongue. That should do it, she thought. Sod beating about the bush. If things go as I want them to, Bob will be doing the beating about in my bush, she though, grinning and adding another squirt of her ambrosial juices into her knickers.

Bob woke early, he had a call to make to Alice telling her all and asking her how best to deal with his wife and daughter. He hoped she would be excited at the idea and would jump at the chance to help him. Elizabeth and Jo were already up when he went down. He was now acutely aware that their conversations stopped when he was around and he could hear them sniggering behind his back. Their gowns were loosely tied, barely covering their breasts and lots of leg was on show. Right, Bob thought, flaunting themselves as if they didn't care if I knew about their sexual activities. He realised now that he had been blinkered in the past and if he'd only used his eyes, this was how they usually came down in the mornings.

"I'm going out." He said, "be a couple of hours. Play nicely while I'm gone, won't you?" He added that last bit to give them something to think about.

When the door slammed and Jo watched to ensure his car had disappeared from view, she turned to her mother, "What did he mean by that 'Play nicely'? I think he does know something."

"No! it's not possible, he's too caught up in his own little world to know what were doing." Replied Elizabeth. Even so, she felt a twinge of concern. Wouldn't do for the straight laced ladies at her bridge club to get wind. She wouldn't put it past Bob to announce it on Facebook or Twitter if he did know what they were up to.

Bob drove a short way down the road and pulled over. Whipping out his phone he dialled Alice's number. She answered on the third ring.

"Bob? Is that you?" She recognised his number. "I was about to call you" Alice said excitedly. "I'm on my way to the gym and was going to call from there."

"I'll see you there in ten minutes, Alice, I have something to tell you."

Alice's heart leapt. He rang me! He wants to see me again! Her tummy flipped and her juices flowed, more fragrant nectar soaking into her knickers. 

They arrived almost together and managed to find parking places next to each other. Bob opened his passenger side door and Alice slipped into the seat. They looked at each other for the longest moment. 

Bob realised how very beautiful Alice was, with her flushed cheeks glowing. Her hands were clasped twisting nervously in her lap. In that moment, he knew he loved her more than anything in the world. 

"Well," said Bob, "you were going to call me?"

"Yes I was, but you first, you wanted to tell me something?" Countered Alice.

"Okay. It's about Elizabeth and Jo. They're having an affair." Bob blurted.

Alice laughed. "They can't have an affair, they're mother and daughter, tell me a bit more."

Bob blushed, "I heard them yesterday, Elizabeth screaming for Jo to eat her out and then panting and slurping noises, and they come down in the mornings with their tits practically hanging out." He gabbled.

"Slow down, Bob, take a breath" Alice was strangely excited by this turn of events. She thought back to her school days playing in the toilets with her best friend. "My God, it sounds like you're saying they're having an incestual relationship" she tried to inject some concern for Bob in her voice not knowing yet how he felt about it.

"Incestual relationship, affair, call it what you will, they were at it like rutting rabbits"

"How do you feel about it, Bob?"

"I was a little shocked at first, mainly because I realised they must have been doing it for a long time. But I'm not upset. Actually, it's a bit of a turn on. I got quite hard listening at the door."

He opened up to Alice about finding their heavily soiled knickers in the laundry basket. Redolent with their musky flavoursome odours. How he had taken some to his room and used them. He hesitated when he told her he had smelt and tasted his daughters knickers and how delightfully fragrant they were and the fact he'd worn them also. He thought she would be shocked by this, but her eyes widened and a big grin creased her face.

"What was it like, your daughters knickers, I mean? Were you turned on?"

"Alice, It was so bad of me but so good at the same time. The sheer illicitness was a turn on in itself. And they did taste and smell wonderful."

Alice was squirming in her seat. Her juices were in full flood so turned on by what Bob was telling her. 

"What do you want to do about it, Bob? Confront them or what?"

"I'm not sure, Alice. That's why I wanted to tell you and see if you could suggest something."

"Mmm, I'm sure we can come up with something between us. Tell me first how important your relationship is with Elizabeth. If what I'm thinking works, it could just mean an end to that."

"I think, Alice, it's long past ended already. I've realised we've just been staying together or at least under the same roof out of habit. Nothing left to salvage now."

Alice was excited to hear Bob say this, quite why, she didn't know. She felt her own marriage was still good though lacking a lot in the bedroom department. She compared her hubby to Bob, her mind instantly back to a little over a week ago when he had his face buried between her legs. She groaned and squeezed her thighs together bunching her skirt in her hands. She remembered why she wanted to phone Bob. His exciting news, though, was it the only reason he wanted to contact her? Was he still going to be the gentleman and respect her wishes? Fuck it, she had to know. 

"Bob, the last time we saw one another, it ended rather badly, yes?"

"A bit of an understatement, Alice, but, yes it did."

"Do you still respect my wishes?"

"I do, Alice, I don't want to cause you any hurt."

"What if I said I don't want you to respect them anymore?"

"What do you mean, Alice?"

"Give me your hand, Bob."

Taking Bob's hand, Alice placed it under her skirt onto her sopping crotch. Bob felt her coarse hairs pressing through the material of her knickers. The heat of her sex and the wetness too and his heart beat faster, his mouth instantly dried.

"What are you doing, Alice?"

"Disrespect me, Bob," replied Alice softly.

For a second, time stood still for Bob. He looked at Alice and in her hazel eyes he saw the need, the want in her. She was back in his life and he was ecstatic.

Bob slid his hand down under the waistband of Alice's knickers and down, over her hairy mound and up inside her engorged slippery pussy lips.

He found her wet slit and ran his fingers gently along the crease, pealing her fleshy lips open and sliding down into the hot liquid depths of her.

Alice gasped as Bob's hand found her cunt, the centre of her being, the squishy, flowy centre of her. His fingers spread her wide, moving over her clitoris and down, spreading her labia open, sliding up inside her, to the opening of her.

Bob somehow contorted his body and Alice could feel her orgasm building as a finger of Bob's other hand probed deep inside her virgin bottom. She was amazed and delighted that considering this was most likely the second time he had touched a woman in her most intimate parts, not counting Elizabeth, that he was so accomplished and seemingly knowing of her body and what turned her on most. 

His hands moved gently but with increasing speed, fondling her, probing her, teasing her most intimate parts and expertly enticing them into wonderful turmoil. He leaned into her, and kissed her, sliding his tongue deep inside her mouth, probing her there, and moaning his pleasure as she responded to the passionate kiss with her own tongue and lips.

Her pleasure swamped her. Alice had never been so aroused, so powerless in his hands. Her tummy pulsed, her pussy quivered, she felt she wanted to pee.

She came. Her orgasm was so intense it seemed she would die. The spasms were almost painful and she pressed into him, crying out again and again. She was trembling and she could not breath, only cum and cum and cum.

Alice's orgasm swept over her, huge and dark and moist and hot.

Her vision blurred and she fell into warm darkness 

"Alice, Alice, are you okay?" Bob's concerned voice seemed a million miles away.

Alice slowly came down from the mountainous heights Bob had taken her to. Her tummy was still pulsating, her pussy quivering, her juices still flooding.

"Hold me, Bob, just hold me please." Alice whispered.

".."..."..."..."..."...

Hope you enjoyed. In Part 5, Alice asserts her dominant streak.



Her Name Was Alice Pt. 05



Bob held Alice and Alice held Bob. They clung together, not speaking, each wondering where and how far they were willing to go from here.

Bob tenderly strokes Alice's cheek, she could smell herself on his fingers. Taking his hand, she held it to her mouth and tasted herself. 

After the longest time they broke contact and sat back in their seats. They both realised together where they were, in the busy gym car park where anybody could have seen them. They looked at one another, neither seeming to want to speak first. 

Bob wondered what Alice was thinking, he still found women hard to read. Was just now a one off for her, an itch she needed scratching? If he knew that Alice was wondering how and when she could have Bob's tongue doing wonderful things to her again, he would have had his answer.

"Well," said Alice finally, "I, erm, liked you disrespecting me. I've missed you, Bob, so much. I had no idea the effect you've had on me. You've woken desires in me that I thought I would never feel again. I need you, no, I want you in my life, somehow. I don't know how yet but we can work something out."

"Oh, Alice, I feel the same about you and I've been so miserable this past week or so. When do you think we can properly see each other? We need to talk about Elizabeth and Jo as well."

Alice had been thinking fast. She needed Bob again soon, her tummy was flipping and her juices were flooding. She was about to take such a chance but she didn't really care. "Well, Bob, if you want, my husband, Terry, is playing golf today and won't be back till quite late. Could you come back to mine?"

Normally, Bob would have considered Elizabeth. He has said he'd be a couple of hours. Should he phone with some excuse? Sod it, he thought, no, I'll just get back when I'm ready. Doubt they'll miss me anyway. "I'd love to come, Alice."

They went in her car, she'd drop him back later to pick his up. It wasn't so far to Alice's house, a neat little semi in a pleasant street. She pulled in the drive, grateful for the high hedge separating her house from next door. She fumbled with her keys dropping them in her haste to open her front door. She giggled, the recklessness of her actions exciting her. She stood, opened the door and turning to Bob, kissed him hard, hands twisting through his hair. Bob responded wholeheartedly, mashing his lips on hers. Alice grabbed his lapels and hauled him over the threshold, kicking the door shut. 

The kiss was long and deep. Hands roamed each other's bodies. Bob's coat was shrugged off and Alice pulled his shirt from his trousers, her arms encircling his bare chest. The first time she had felt it, she thought. Bob lifted Alice's skirt and held her fleshy mound in one hand while the other dived down the rear of her knickers and kneaded her ample buttocks. 

"Come upstairs, Bob." Taking his hand, Alice pulled him upstairs and into the guest bedroom. She threw herself backwards onto the bed, legs wide and dangling over the side. She felt so wanton, so abandoned. "Eat me, Bob, eat me."

Bob looked down at her, at the lust shining in her eyes. He knelt quickly. Raising her skirt, her blue knickers were darkly stained with her juices, her puffy lips clearly delineated. He leant forward, inhaling deeply of her so familiar scents, the tangyness of her wee mixed with her piquant pussy juices. His tongue touched the sopping material, licking along Alice's slit, tasting the saltiness of her fluids. He pulled the gusset wide and gazed at Alice's bare sex, her engorged outer lips glistening, her clitoris poking from its hooded sheath.

Alice felt she'd go mad. She wanted to pull his head onto her, to start licking her, darting his tongue deep, spreading her lips wide and fucking her with his tongue. But she reasoned Bob liked to look, smell and savour her taste first, but she ached for him to start eating her. At last Bob's mouth covered her, sucking her fleshy lips and tasting the abundant juices on them. Her legs closed around his head, her heels on his shoulders, she was wide open to him. She lay back and waited for him to work his magic.

Bob was in his heaven, Alice was back, her tasty pussy under his mouth, her juices trickling down his throat. He lapped the smooth coral pink inner flesh of her, from her bottom to her clitoris, the outer lips giving way on either side of his stiffened tongue. And then down again, teasingly flicking at her anus. Time stood still, Alice's tastes and smell suffused his senses, such musky, fresh feminine scents, and on his tongue so pungent yet flavoursome, so difficult to describe.

Alice locked her fingers in Bob's hair, holding him fast to her. Her breath was coming in short pants. She felt so wantonly wicked, actually in her own home! She opened herself even wider, inviting Bob to thrust his tongue deeper, to lick where he hadn't licked before. A warm feeling deep in her tummy, slow, rhythmic pulses spreading and increasing in strength. Tiny waves increasing to large combers bursting into a tsunami of pleasure as her orgasm crashed through her. She screamed, she shrieked, she flooded. Grinding herself onto Bob's face, Alice held him firmly. She didn't want him to stop eating her, his tongue to withdraw from her liquid gash.

Bob had no thoughts of withdrawing. He felt Alice come over and around him and reasserted his efforts. He loved the feeling that he, Bob, could cause such pleasure in a woman. It was still an entirely novel concept to him that his humble tongue, more used to licking the gussets of soiled knickers could actually engender such uncontrollable orgasms. His lips latched around Alice's clitoris, his tongue flicking this hard little nub of pleasure. Alice rolled screaming straight into another shattering orgasm, her vision blurring. No longer in control of her own body, it bucked and writhed of its own accord, her copiously flooding juices filling to overflowing Bob's mouth. Never before, even in the earliest days of her marriage had she experienced such happiness.

Alice lay there and let Bob do as he wanted, let him have his pleasure as she had hers. His tongue was tireless, laving her ceaselessly, licking her from anus to clit. Orgasms followed one after the other. So many of them, so powerful. She hadn't considered herself capable of having more than one in such a short time. On the rare occasions she came before her husband, he withdrew immediately after his and should he cum first she would be left wanting.

The outside world eventually impinged on her consciousness. She realised that their time together was limited, whilst her husband was not likely to be home for a while yet, she did not want to run the risk that he might be earlier than usual. With a sigh, and very reluctantly, she pushed Bob's face away and beckoned that he come and lay beside her. She tenderly kissed his face, glistening with her juices and tasted herself on him. 

"Are you okay, Alice?" Queried Bob, nuzzling her neck.

"Just perfect, Bob. You have a magic tongue and know just what to do with it. Don't you dare leave me, will you?"

"Never, Alice, my love, never." Bob realised the difficulty they would have getting together. He knew Alice was taking an enormous chance in him being here in her home and it couldn't happen often. He wouldn't allow her to risk her marriage. His own position with his wife and daughter was different. If they found out, what could they do? He thought of all the varying scenarios in his mind and realised he didn't care any more. Now they came to mind, he asked Alice what the plan was that she had.

"Well, Bob, it's not really a plan, just an idea, but I do want to be fully involved, not just tell you what to do."

"Okay, Alice, what did you have in mind?" Bob asked kissing her just under her ear while his hand cupped her sex, a finger gently circling over her clitoris.

"Ahhh, Bob, much as I love what you're doing to me, I can't concentrate," gasped Alice squirming, "let me tell you my idea, then you can take me to heaven again."

Alice outlined her plan, drawing lazy circles round Bob's nipples as she did so...

Afterwards, Bob took her to heaven and beyond. But their time was drawing to a close, Terry could return home at any minute. Quickly tidying themselves up with a last minute thought to give Bob her cum soaked knickers, Alice drove him back to the gym to his car. She was mightily relieved to be away from her house, her husband would not suspect anything. She realised how tense she had been at home and knew she couldn't have Bob there again unless it was 100% safe. 

Bob's house was a better option, his wife and daughter were often out for the day shopping together, and whilst she didn't want to get caught by them before her plan came to fruition, she did need to look around.

The opportunity to meet again came very soon, the next day, in fact. When Bob arrived home, Elizabeth and Jo were upstairs. After about ten minutes, they both came down in the same negligees they had on in the morning. Bob thought that they couldn't have gotten dressed all day. 

"Ah, you're back, did you have a nice day?" Said Elizabeth waspishly. That was her speak for "where the fuck have you been?"

"Yes, thank you, I've had a wonderful time. I hope you were able to amuse yourselves in my absence." Replied Bob, enjoying the double talk.

Elizabeth was worried. Bob was acting totally out of character for him. She liked to know where he was every moment of the day. Just where had he been? It was so unlike him, normally so regular in his habits. She wouldn't ask him, that would imply some interest. And despite assuring Jo that he didn't know anything about them, she was sure now he had some inkling.

"Jo and I are going out tomorrow. Don't know when we'll be back. Maybe late. No doubt you'll be able to amuse yourself while we're gone."

"Oh yes, Elizabeth, I'll definitely be able to find something to amuse myself with." Bob replied, smiling.

Damn, what is he up to? Grinning like that. Elizabeth was determined to find out. "Right then, we're off to bed now. Rather tired. Goodnight."

Yes, I'll bet you've had a tiring day. "Goodnight Elizabeth, goodnight Jo."

When they got to their room, Jo immediately asked her mum what was happening. "I really don't know, Jo. But I'm going to find out. Tomorrow I've said we'll be out all day, but we'll come back early afternoon and whatever he's up to, we'll catch him at it. I bet he's into porny videos, that'll be it."

If Bob did know about her relationship with Jo, anything she could get on him would serve to counter any exposure of her incestual activities, although she knew watching porn was minor compared with what she and Jo were up to, but she couldn't think of anything else that would account for his strange behaviour.

"What if he's out? What then?" Said Jo

Elizabeth hadn't thought of that. "Then we'll look in his room to see if we can find something, anything to explain what he's up to."

Bob went to his room shortly after the girls had gone up. He would phone Alice in the morning and get her to come over. He remembered he had her knickers in his pocket and pulled them out holding them over his face as he breathed in her scent, his mind playing over the fun they'd had at her house. God, he was getting addicted to her, he just couldn't get enough of her. He rubbed himself off, spurting his seed high on his chest and stomach, wiping the sticky cum with Alice's knickers, which he held under his cheek as he fell asleep.

The following morning, Bob stayed in his room, listening to his wife and daughter getting ready to go out. When the front door slammed shut and he heard Elizabeth's car drive away, only then did he get up and hurry to phone Alice. She answered quickly. "Just a minute, Bob," she whispered. After about half a minute, she came back. "Sorry about that, Terry was just leaving for work. He's gone now. What a lovely surprise to hear from you so soon, I've been thinking about how we can tackle Elizabeth and Jo."

"They've gone out for the day and won't be back till late. Can you come over?"

"Oh, yes, Bob, but it won't be till 12ish. I've got to wait for a gas man to service our boiler. He's booked for this morning."

"Okay, Alice" said Bob, slightly disappointed he would not have a full day with her, "get here as soon as you can, eh?"

Alice felt the familiar flipping feeling in her stomach and a dampening of her knickers. "As soon as I can, Bob. I love you."

After hanging up, Alice wondered why she said she loved him. Perhaps she did and it just felt good saying it. She did feel a very strong affection for him and he was so good with his tongue. But would Bob have liked her telling him how she felt?

Alice loves me! Bob was euphoric although he knew she wouldn't be leaving her husband any time. He knew he loved her as well though he hadn't expressed that thought to her. He busied himself tidying up in preparation for Alice and it was only an hour later at eleven o'clock that he heard her walking up the drive. 

Opening the door to her, they fell into a feverish, tongue twisting embrace. Bob's hands found her breasts, soft and malleable under her blouse, just like her ample bottom. He realised he hadn't considered her breasts before and wondered if Alice might just think this was another step too far on his part. But Alice eased his mind when she undid the buttons and slipped the blouse off to fall on the floor where they stood. Her functional bra was all that was between his hands and her bare flesh. Bob pushed the bra up over her breasts and stared at her magnificent orbs. He cupped them in his hands, feeling the nipples harden in his palms.

Alice felt his hands on her and trembled, spikes of desire shooting to her groin. Her only thought was she wished she'd worn a prettier bra. She reached behind and the bra joined her blouse on the floor. Bob bent his head and took her nipples one by one in his mouth, delighting in the feel of the goosebump like roughness of her areolae. Alice held his head, kissing his dark hair. Her tummy was flipping, her juices flooding, saturating her already soaked knickers. Her legs felt weak and she leant back against the front door. With no bidden thought her hands found themselves on his trousers, feeling his hard maleness.

Bob felt her touch and his heart, with his cock soared. He hadn't expected her touch nor had he thought Alice would want to. He was happy enough in giving her pleasure and deriving his pleasure from that. Alice lifted his head from her breasts. 

"Bob, I would like to feel you, to hold your penis. Can I?"

Bob felt his mouth go instantly dry. Whilst he wasn't a big boy down there, at six and a half inches he didn't think it by any means small. But what would Alice think?

"Yes, Alice, you can hold my cock."

Slipping a hand down past his waistband. Alice held his hardness through his underpants. It filled her hand from the tips of her fingers to the ball of her thumb. It was as if her brain had moved into her fingers, she could feel his hardness, his heat, the clearly defined head. The second penis she had ever felt in her life. She wanted more.

"Bob, can I really touch it?"

"But you are touching it, Alice," said Bob, acutely aware of the heat of her hand on him and the delicious tingling starting in his loins.

"No, I mean really touch it, bare I mean."

"Please, Alice, hold my naked cock."

Alice withdrew her hand partially and slid it back down under the waistband of his underpants. She first touched the tip of him, hard yet satiny soft, she felt the slit, smearing a bead of precum on her fingers. Continuing down his length, slowly, fingertips feeling every ridge and hard, veiny ripple till she got to the base. The hardness of his cock morphed in soft yielding folds of flesh containing his balls which Alice held in her hand, the head of Bob's penis now past her wrist. It felt so huge, my God, halfway up my forearm! she thought. 

"Alice, let's go upstairs." He was so close to cumming he wanted this distraction. He wasn't sure how Alice would react if he came now. Withdrawing her hand, Alice instinctively sniffed it, smelling Bob's male muskiness, her tongue tentatively licking the smear of precum on her wrist. Taking her hand, Bob led her upstairs. Alice made to go to the right where Bob's room was but he led her to a room on the left. 

"I thought I'd show you Elizabeth's room, you wanted to see it."

Bob sniffed the air as he went in, just perfume, feminine smells, was all. Alice gazed around, so this was the scene of the crime, she thought, all pink and fluffy, puffed up cushions on the bed and thick white sheepskin rugs on either side. She drew the curtains quickly, she was naked to the waist, then she threw herself backwards on the bed.

"Alice, what are you doing?" Cried Bob.

She beckoned with a finger, "Come here, big boy, I found a new toy a moment ago downstairs and I want to play with it some more." Alice said with a grin.

Bob's shock quickly changed to excitement. Alice was changing before his eyes. From innocent knicker fun to showing him her pussy, letting him eat her, allowing him fondle her breasts and now wanting to play with his cock. Just how much further would she go? He quickly dropped his trousers to his knees and knelt beside her. 

"Closer, Bob, closer, that's it."

Alice slowly pushed her hands into his underpants up through the leg holes and grasped his cock. So warm, smooth yet bumpy, hard yet soft. Her juices were in full flood now, soaking into the counterpane beneath her. She felt a naughty thrill at her juices staining Elizabeth's bedding and could feel that Bob was equally turned on.

"Lie down, Bob, here," she instructed, patting the bed next to her. 

Bob did as he was told. Alice sat up and pushed his underpants down to his knees, freeing his cock. My goodness, she thought, much bigger than Terry's. She again held it, circling a finger and thumb around but they could bare touch. She rubbed the silky skin up and down over the hard core. She delighted in hearing Bob grunt and feeling him squirm under her. 

"I need to get more comfortable. Just a second, Bob."

Kneeling, Alice bought her legs astride his chest, facing his legs. She squirmed back settling her knicker clad bottom over Bob's face.

"Ahh! that's much better. Are you okay, Bob?"

Bob could only mumble his acquiescence, his face covered by her ample bottom, his nose buried in the crack between her cheeks. His mouth wide, he breathed in Alice's wonderful pungent, tangy scent, a hint of pee overlaying the more earthy, sweaty aroma of her bottom. He sucked the flavourful juice filled material of her knickers, the taste buds on his tongue identifying the various scents that combine to make the whole.

Alice was reaching for Bob's twitching cock but paused, letting the wonderful sensations caused by Bob wash over her. She wriggled her bottom on his face hearing a grunt of delight. Now leaning forward, she at last took hold of his cock, watching a bead of precum gather on the head. Just before gravity caused it to spill over, she caught it on a finger and brought it to her face. Like a tiny lens, she could see in miniature upside down aspects of the room around her. Then she put her finger in her mouth and with closed eyes, tasted Bob's salty essence.

Bob was in heaven, with his face buried under Alice's bottom, smelling and tasting her, he could not think of a better place to be. He felt Alice touch his cock again, he raised his knees and parted his legs as best he could with his trousers and underpants still on, inviting Alice to feel for his balls again. His own hands rested on her warm thighs before reaching down under her arms and hefting the weight of her breasts which swung back and forth with her movements. Her nipples were large, protruding at least half an inch, and rubbery hard. One in each hand he stroked them from her armpits to these nipples and over again and again.




Her Name Was Alice Pt. 06



Part 6 was going to be the last part, but it seems to have taken on a life of its own. I'm not too keen on stories that have too many pages so I have split the story and there will be a part 7 which will be the last one. A total work of fiction and apologies for any glaring errors which eagle eyed readers may notice. (I know of two myself which I've let go.)

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Elizabeth made them all coffee. They had tidied themselves up and used the bathroom. Sitting in the lounge, Alice and Bob had claimed the two seater settee while Elizabeth and Jo nervously sat in the single armchairs. 

Alice took charge. "Well', she said, looking at both Elizabeth and Jo, "things are going to change round here, got it? I am a fixture in Bob's life and you will be seeing a lot of me in the future. You two have to decide what you want to do about it, your options are very limited, but as with all things, you have a choice. You can choose not to like me being around or you can embrace it. I don't really care either way, but it would be better for you if you accepted the fact that I am here to stay."

Bob sat open mouthed. Alice seemed not to be the same person who he first meet not so long ago at the gym. Did he like her dominating persona? He supposed he had to make a choice as well. Did he like this new Alice or no? He decided he did. He liked her bossy attitude with him and she certainly put Elizabeth and Jo in their place. He thought of how quickly she got Elizabeth under her thrall, how she responded so eagerly to Alice's kisses and how Elizabeth seemed to love being eaten out by Alice while she avidly licked and sucked her sweaty, juicy knickers.

His cock stirred in his pants as he also thought how easily Jo was made to suck his cock. It was almost as if she wanted to.

"Well, ladies, what's it to be?" Demanded Alice sternly.

"We don't want anyone finding out about me and Jo," said Elizabeth, hands twisting nervously in her lap. 

"Well, that may well happen should you choose to resent my presence, but I certainly don't want you to accept me in your lives with bad grace. I want you to welcome me, make me a part of your little secret and it will remain so."

"Mum, I think it could work for us all," said Jo, still tasting her Dad's sperm at the back of her throat. "I'm willing to accept Alice as one of us."

Elizabeth's thoughts were centered on the events in her bedroom. She couldn't yet understand how she responded so eagerly to Alice's advances. Yet she knew it was what she wanted. Maybe there had always been a latent streak of sapphism in her, maybe this was why it was so easy to enter into the relationship with Jo. She remembered Alice's tongue and lips sucking and laving her sex, her sweaty, ample bottom nearly suffocating her as she responded in kind sucking Alice's flavoursome juices from her knickers. 

"Okay, Jo. I'm happy to have Alice in our lives."

Alice inwardly breathed a sigh of relief. Well, that worked better than I could possibly have imagined, she thought. She loved this new found feeling of superiority she had over Elizabeth and Jo, and felt the time was now to put their acceptance of her to the test.

"Thank you, ladies. I sure you've made a wise decision. Now, Elizabeth could you go to Bob and remove his no doubt aching cock from his pants and suck him off?"

"And Jo, I want you to come here and eat my hairy pussy with as much enthusiasm as you do your Mum's."

Elizabeth, having seen Bob's cock, more hard and rampant then she ever remembered, quickly knelt before him. She undid his belt and pulled his zip down. Bob lifted himself up and Elizabeth dragged his trousers down round his knees. Freeing his cock from his underpants, she took it in her two hands, marvelling at the weight and the corded veins, the thick urethra running it's length. She had all but forgotten what it was like. She tentatively poked her tongue at the slit in the purple helmet. It tasted slightly salty. Glancing up at Bob, he was looking at her in wonder, like he was thinking, who is this woman? I don't know her.

And in truth, this was a different Elizabeth from the one Bob had known of late. He smiled down at her as he had done with Jo, and was rewarded with a small smile back. She took his cock into her mouth for the first time ever, not even in the early days of their relationship had she done that. She licked round the head, liking the satiny smooth texture. It slid along the roof of her mouth as she got a little too adventurous causing her to gag as it connected with the back of her throat. I'll definitely need practice at this, she thought, acknowledging at the same time it would happen again.

Bob held her head, with some shock thinking this was the first time in years he had touched her. Her hair was softly silky in his hands and he twisted his fingers in her locks. He smiled at her obvious inexperience when she gagged and was content as she confined her administrations to his sensitive bell-end. He was watching Jo eagerly tongue lashing Alice's juicy snatch with undisguised enjoyment. Alice was holding her head against her pussy, rocking her pelvis in accord with Jo's tongue. She glanced at Bob and he saw the look of pure pleasure in her face, and something else, triumph.

Bob, being a giver rather than a taker, raised Elizabeth by her shoulders. "Lay down on the carpet, Liz, I want to taste you." Her pet name sounded strange on his tongue having not been used for quite a while. Liz lay down and raised her knees, her stomach fluttering, her pussy juicing. Bob knelt, parting her knees he gazed with evident glee at seeing the crotchless knickers she was wearing. Lowering his head, the heat from Liz's hairless pussy, the sight of her glistening labia, her smell, wrapped round him. His tongue tasted her, he savoured the taste, liking it. He dived in, holding her legs, his face buried against her crotch.

Liz gasped in pleasure, so different from Jo. Not just the roughness of his chin compared to Jo's softness, but in a masterful, male way, hard and forceful, compared to Jo's soft feminine caresses. She opened herself to him, inviting him to invade her love hole with his tongue, to feel him lap at the very core of her, to drink her juices. Bob licked her pussy from the bottom to the top, his tongue probed her fluttering anus one moment then was circling her clitoris the next. Her orgasm took her by surprise,, crashing through her, flooding her senses, blurring her vision. She screamed as she had screamed with Jo, except it was Bob's name she was screaming.

Jo was busy eating out Alice's pussy, licking her in places only women knew about and Alice was loving it. Jo had always been bi curious but had not really tested her curiosity, only with her Mum, so she reckoned somehow that didn't count. But she knew what she liked when she got Her Mum to eat her and guided her tongue to the places where she would get the most pleasure. She applied her tongue to these same areas in Alice's pussy, also using her fingers to find her spongy G spot which caused Alice to squeeze down on the fingers at the incredible feeling. Alice came, screaming and squirting her ejaculate over Jo's face. Jo was delighted, lapping the salty liquid and loving the taste. A first for her, Mum didn't squirt,

Alice now determined to do what she had promised herself earlier in the day. To have Bob come inside her. Bob allowed Alice to lay him on the floor. He waited expectantly for Alice to cover his face with her liquid gash, to taste her cum juice and delight in her tangy, pungent aroma. Liz and Jo were seated on the settee to watch as Alice dominated her position over them and finally consummating her relationship with Liz's 'husband' and Jo's father. Bob's cock was pointed to the ceiling, rampant and twitching with anticipation. But Alice settled herself on his stomach, arms braced on his chest.

Alice looked at Bob, studying his strong face. She loved him and knew it wasn't just the sex. A shadow crossed her mind as she thought about Terry. What would he do without her? But where did that notion come from, she would never leave him. But the thought had seeded itself unknowingly in her mind and would only grow and grow, consuming her feelings. She smiled down at Bob, and raising her ample bottom, and I with one hand, positioned Bob's cock at the entrance to her sex. Slowly, she lowered herself feeling his hard maleness stretching her, filling her. She gasped as her pussy stretched to accommodate him, her juices lubricating his passage. He bottomed out in her and she sat slowly rotating her pelvis as she glanced at Liz and Jo.

Alice noted the range of emotions cross Liz's face, a flash of anger, then envy, then raw need. Jo's mouth hung open, her eyes fixed on the join between Alice's and Bob's body, watching his cock, glistening with her juice, appear as she lifted to disappear as she dropped back down again. Mum and daughter hooked their opposing legs over the arms of the settee, fingering themselves as they watched through lust filled eyes. Alice then gave herself over to the feelings of her own body, clenching on Bob's hard cock, her second cock ever, which filled her tight vagina. It wasn't long before in her heightened state of arousal she came, bearing down hard on Bob. 

She lifted herself off and spun round settling on Bob's face, beckoning Liz to take her place on his cock, still rampantly jutting. Liz sat astride Bob and lowered herself onto him. It had been a good few years since she had felt his cock deep inside her and never in this position. She bounced up and down like Alice had done feeling Bob's cock nudge her cervix.. Eyes closed, her juices flooding, his cock feeling huge inside her. She came as quickly as Alice had and settled down on Bob's cock enjoying the feeling of fullness. But Alice had other ideas. While still squirming about on Bob's face, loving his tongue laving her gash, her flavoursome juices flowing, she told Liz to get back on the settee and swap with Jo. Well, Jo couldn't wait to feel her Dad's cock in her tight pussy and practically dragged her Mum off. She sank down slowly, savouring the moment. So much bigger than Clive, her Dad's cock inside her.

Poor Bob could not keep up with events. Alice was totally in charge. In the space of fifteen minutes his cock had been deep inside three different pussies, Alice's, Liz's and his Daughter's who was riding him now. Her tight pussy gripped and squeezed him, and her release came quickly, screaming to her Dad to cum inside her. But Alice determined she would be the first of the three of them to feel Bob's discharge filling her and consummating their relationship finally. She hauled Jo off with a little struggle from her and quickly reversed her position sinking onto Bob's cock as Jo took her place on her Dad's face. To have his Daughters pussy flooding her sweet nectar in his mouth was too much for Bob. His hips jerked once, twice and the third time his cock erupted spewing thick, creamy cum into Alice's cunt, filling her vaginal vault. 

Alice came around Bob at the same time as she felt his cum filling her. She felt his creamy discharge filling her and delighted in the feeling. She lifted off his softening cock gently, squeezing her legs together. She wanted to keep his cum inside her, to release it later into Bob's mouth where then they could share the taste of it together. As Bob was cumming so too did Jo choose that moment to have her own orgasm, grinding and squirming her bottom on her Dad's face. The two girls collapsed on top of Bob's supine figure to be joined by Liz who found Bob's face between Jo's legs and kissed him tasting her Daughters familiar juices on his lips. 

It was getting late and Alice wanted some time with Bob alone before she had to go home. Liz and Jo were happy to go to their bedroom, no doubt to get their heads around what was happening. Alice took Bob to his bedroom, noting the rumpled counterpane and the scent of Liz and Jo's earlier bout of sex there. She pulled this down, they both stripped completely and they lay together. Bob stroked her, he still marvelled at her body. Her ample breasts with their large areola and his first love, her ample bottom. She was anxious to know if he would be okay when she went, that his wife and daughter, especially his daughter who she reckoned was more dominant than Liz, wouldn't try and turn him against her. 

"Alice, my dear, you mustn't worry. The fear of them being disclosed will keep them well in check and very compliant towards me, I'm sure."

A pang of jealousy stabbed her heart. The thought of her Bob indulging in sex with his daughter which he might find more exciting than sex with her was a worry. Funnily, Bob having sex with Liz didn't bother her. But she bit her tongue and kept her concerns to herself. 

"I wish you didn't have to go, Alice, but I know you have your life to get back to. When can you come back?"

"It's the weekend and Terry will be around. I'll try and get away but it might be difficult for me." 

Alice knew just how hard it would be on her. Surely Terry would suspect something in her demeanour. She was not good at hiding her emotions and part of her wished everything was in the open and done with. She felt her relationship with Bob was more real than with Terry which was becoming more of a pretence each day. The time was close when she would have to tell him rather than him find out for himself.

Reluctantly, it was time for Alice to go home. Terry would be there with his "hello, Dear, have you had a nice day?" Ordinarily, that and a cup of tea would be what she looked forward to, but now, she felt some resentment towards him for dragging her back to reality. Evenings watching telly, fish and chips on Friday night, pub lunch on Sunday, she didn't it want any more. If only he'd been more adventurous in the bedroom. None of what was happening was his fault, he was a good man and she didn't want to cause him the pain she knew eventually she would have to. 

Alice showered with Bob and he knelt before her, his mouth latched over her pussy as she drizzled his sperm into him and then they kissed, sharing the cocktail of their combined fluids between them. Dragging out the time before she really would have to leave, Alice's mobile rang, she glanced at the screen, it was Terry. She didn't answer but she knew she would finally have to go. She would make some excuse why she was so late on the way home.

When Alice had gone, Bob went to his room, Liz and Jo were still in theirs. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he played over the events of the day again. His thoughts returned again and again to his daughter, how she was so quick to suck his cock and how good it felt when she settled herself on him, taking him deep into her tight pussy. His cock thickened. His own daughter! And it wasn't Alice's threat of disclosure made her do it he was sure. She loved it. There was a tap at the door, it opened and Jo stuck her head in.

"Hi, Dad, do you want some company?"

"Yes, Jo, come in." Bobs cock surged some more, Jo had changed and was wearing her thin negligee. Loosely held together with a thin belt, it left not a lot to the imagination. Bob took in her deep cleavage and glimpsed through the sheer knickers she was wearing the shadow of the dark trimmed bush over her pussy.

"Mum's asleep. I think she wore herself out today," Jo said with a chuckle.

"Yes, it was quite hectic for a while, wasn't it?" Bob replied, hoping Jo wanted more than just a chat.

"Err, Dad? I was wondering..." Her hands wandered to the belt of his dressing gown, "Your cock, do you think I could see it again? Alice was quite greedy earlier and I never had much of a chance to see it properly," she pouted.

Jo had sucked him off and swallowed his cock deep into her tight young pussy, so Bob knew she had seen plenty, but was more than willing to let her look again. He helped her pull his gown open and he shrugged it off, his cock magnificently standing to attention. Jo pushed him back on the bed and knelt between his knees. Taking him gently in her small hands, her eyes wide, she stroked the length of him, feeling the corded veins wrapped around, the thick urethra running it's length, the large slit in the mushroom head.

"If I squeeze here the slit opens and I can see right inside, all moist and pink. I can almost get my little finger in there!" Jo said, playfully teasing Bob's cock head. 

"Fuck's sake, Jo" Bob had to grab her hand, what she was doing was so exquisitely sensitive.

"Tch, tch, Dad! I've never heard you swear before" Jo said grinning.

"There's an awful lot we don't know about each other, Jo. Don't you think it's time we found out?" Bob pulled Jo's head onto his cock, her mouth opening eagerly, her warm tongue lapping round the head and teasingly poking in the slit. Jo's juices were flowing, what they were doing was so wickedly taboo, but it felt so good. She loved the heavy thickness, the knarled veins, the male taste.

Bob wondered where she learnt to suck cock like that, surely not with Clive, her husband? She was able to take him deep, her nose buried in his pubic hair, she took his balls and rolled them round in her mouth, singly then both at once. He held her head as she bobbed up and down, her eyes looking at him the whole time. He wanted to taste her again, to feel her young pussy grinding on his face, smelling her fragrance and swallowing her juices. He indicated she should spin around and without taking her mouth from his cock, she quickly settled herself onto his face.

He pulled the gusset of her panties to one side uncovering her young, fragrant pussy with large dangling outer labia lips. Bob had only ever seen three pussies, all of them today and they were each so very different. Alice's was plump, fleshy and very hairy. His wife's was shaved and and what he thought of as neat and tidy and Jo's nicely trimmed with large labia. They all tasted and smelt differently as well and as Bob inhaled his daughter's fruity fragrance and licked her tasty juices, he couldn't decide which of the three he preferred. He decided he liked them all with no favourites although if he had to chose it would be Alice first followed by Jo then his wife.

His life had irrevocably changed, with three women to share himself around. He did hope that Liz wouldn't want to rekindle their 'marriage' to the extent of excluding Alice, but with Jo in the picture eager for her share of his cock, he didn't think so. Anyway, he wouldn't have allowed that. 

Jo began squirming on him, grinding her sweet pussy over his face, her juices pouring from her. Bob eagerly lapped and swallowed all she could give, such deliciously tasty fluids direct from her young pussy. "Ohh, fuck, Daddy, I'm coming again! Come in my mouth so I can taste your hot creamy sperm again!"...

Meanwhile, Alice had arrived back home. Terry was at the door before she could open it. "Where have you been all this time, Alice? I've been calling you." 

"I was at the gym and met up with an old girlfriend who had husband trouble, I've been with her all day." Alice lied. She had a chance to tell Terry but couldn't.

"Okay, Alice, I'll put the kettle on, you missed Corrie, but I've recorded it for you. I'll pop out for fish and chips later."

Oh, poor Terry, she wished there was something she didn't like about him, but there wasn't. So stable and set in his ways, so boring. Yes, she could see now how boring her life was. Fuck it, she thought, having an idea, I can't stay here with him all weekend.

"My friend wants me to stay with her this weekend. Her husband has left her and she doesn't want to be alone just yet. I know it's short notice but we didn't have anything planned, did we?" The lies coming more easily now.

"Oh, Alice, I was hoping we could go to that Historical Society meeting tomorrow but if your friend needs you, that's okay."




Her Name Was Alice Pt. 07



Alice arrived back just after midnight. The house was in darkness so she assumed if anything was happening it would be in one of the bedrooms. What would Bob be doing, she wondered. And who with?. A pang of anxiety gripped her at the thought of him with his daughter. She made to ring the bell then thought about the key in the fake stone on the rockery. She retrieved this and quietly let herself in.

She tiptoed upstairs, and heard familiar noises and cries of passion from Liz's room. She listened for a while, the mental imagery of what she was hearing making her pussy buzz and her juices flow. She deduced correctly that it was just Liz and Jo with a feeling of relief. Turning to Bob's bedroom door she listened and heard his gentle snoring. Grinning, she slipped quietly in, stripped off her clothes and crept under the sheets spooning behind him.

Liz woke early the following morning and slipped out quietly so as not to disturb Jo. She thought she could have Bob all to herself for a while and her pussy clenched when she thought she would in a moment be sitting on his face as he laved her with his tongue while she had some much needed practice at sucking his cock. But she was too late. Alice, naked, ample breasts bouncing, was already sitting astride Bob's face, her legs splayed wide. Bob's hands were grasped on her thighs and the movements of his jaw and Adams Apple bobbing gave every indication he was enjoying himself. 

"Morning, Liz. Take a seat," said Alice, indicating Bob's cock pointing rampantly towards the ceiling. She was about to go down on him herself but though she aught to give Liz a little slack. Too early in their relationship to antagonise her. Liz stepped aside Bob's thighs and kneeling, lowered herself slowly onto his cock. 

Once bottomed out on him, enjoying his thickness filling her she said a little peevishly, "thought you'd not be back until Monday. Jo and I were going to fuck him ourselves all weekend."

"I'll bet you did," thought Alice, pleased that she had managed to get back last night. "Liz, there'll be plenty of time for all of that. But what you have to accept is that Bob is one man and we are three women. Whereas we can and do cum multiple times, Bob will need recovery time. Fortunately though, he is a giver rather than a taker and will be quite happy using his tongue in preference to his cock. Not that it will be off limits, but willing as he might be, we don't want to wear him out."

"So, sometimes we'll have to enjoy our feminine bodies, finding our pleasures with each other. And I've a feeling were going to enjoy ourselves very much indeed."

Alice leaned towards Liz, her arms reaching. Liz in turn leant into Alice's embrace and they kissed, tongue exploring each other's mouths. Grinding herself on Bob's face whilst Liz bounced up and down on his cock, Alice's juicy pussy flipped and flowed coating Bob's face with her tasty outpourings bringing her ever closer to orgasm. Liz squirmed and ground herself on Bob's cock which was now thrusting into her in sync with her movements.

Jo stuck her head in the door at that moment. "I thought I heard noises, is Dad awake under you two? And hello, Alice, I wasn't expecting you to be here." She was secretly pleased, she liked Alice.

"Plans changed," said Alice. "Do join us, Jo, if you can find room."

"Mmm," Jo pouted, "not a lot of room left, you two have got the best spots. Budge up Mum, and let me have some." 

Liz obliged and lifted off Bob's cock and settled on his stomach, enjoying her passionate clinch with Alice. Jo quickly straddled her Dad and fed his hard jutting cock into her tightly gripping young vagina. She would never ever tire of feeling his hardness inside her, filling her. Maybe it was the taboo thing which made it so delicious. Her already flowy pussy squeezed and her tummy flipped. She cuddled into her Mum's back reaching round and fondling her Mum's and Alice's breasts, marvelling at the soft malleability of Alice's compared to the jutting pertness of her Mum's.

Let's not forget Bob under these three highly sexed women. He knew it was now his daughters pussy milking his cock and he tuned his movements with hers. Alice was in a constant state of flooding her juices into his mouth, her ample hairy bottom grinding on him as he grabbed what air he could, redolent as it was with her tangy ass and pussy juice flavours. His hands felt for Liz's legs and sliding up he squeezed them under her ass cheeks spreading them and fingering her tight butthole. He had never thought about it before but he now wondered what it would be like to fuck her tight ass. Or Alice's, or his daughters. That last thought made his cock surge and his cum jolted into Jo's tight vagina.

As she felt his warm sperm filling her, it triggered her own orgasm. She screamed into her Mum's back. The sheer eroticism of their positioning on Bob coupled with Jo's scream caused Alice to cum also and Liz, not to be left out came as Bob's fingers pushed past her anal ring. They collapsed in a sweaty heap around Bob who could at last breath normally.

Jo was the first to speak. "Wow, I wish I could wake up to that every morning from now," she said, fondling her Dad's now soft and sticky cock and balls. Liz was still buzzing from Bob's fingers in her ass. That was a first for her and a bit of a shock but she came so hard. Who was this new Bob? She thought she knew him inside out. How shy and retiring Bob met up with outgoing, larger than life, domineering Alice was a mystery which no doubt would be made clear in time. But for now this new arrangement with the four of them was good and she was finding things about her own sexuality which surprised her.

Bob was content to go with the flow and a very varied flow it was. With three very different woman vying for his attention and no doubt, his cock and tongue, he felt like he was king of the world. Alice would always take first place, it was her who had shattered the shell of his previous knicker obsessed life, Liz, whilst a very different Liz now, would always take second place and Jo, well she was in a different class being his daughter. He loved her but not as he loved Alice. It was a father/daughter love in the closest possible way. 

And what of Clive? Everything had changed now. The precarious somewhat skewed relationship between Liz, Jo and Clive worked to a point but now with Alice involved and Bob joining with Liz in the incestual liaison with Jo, the dynamics of that arrangement were no longer workable. Jo would have to deal with Clive. Bob had never liked him anyway. 

Alice lay with her own thoughts. Whilst her outward demeanour didn't show it, she felt on the outside. She was the newcomer, the usurper. Bob, Liz and Jo were a family and she felt keenly that until she sorted out her own marital situation, she would not belong. But once again, she put these thoughts behind her. Enjoy this weekend, the here and now.

Liz and Jo went to shower and get dressed as did Alice and Bob in the ensuite shower room. She hesitantly confided in him her angst over Terry. She had no idea how Bob saw the future. Was he happy with the present arrangement, only seeing each other when she could get away? She asked him obliquely how he felt. "Alice, I love you, you must know that by now. And it would be absolutely wonderful if you didn't have to go home and stay here with me, but I do know you love your husband and I wouldn't want to come between you and him." 

Alice's heart soared hearing him say he loved her and wanting her to move in with him so she had make it plain that she did not love Terry as she loved him. "Bob, I know I've always said I love Terry but that is just words automatically said. Of course I care for him, but I accept now that I don't love him. When I get home on Monday, I'll have to tell him." 

"But for now, Bob, I want you to get down on your knees and use your magical tongue on me.".....

The next day, Sunday, Jo got her wish when Alice and Bob crept into Liz's bedroom early in the morning. The girls were lying in a tangle, bedclothes in disarray. Alice knew Liz liked her ample bottom over her face so chose to waken her in that way. Bob wanted to taste and suck his daughters fleshy labia. They untangled their still sleeping bodies. Alice settled her ample knicker clad bottom over Liz's face as she slept. Her juices were flooding, adding to the flavoursome mix of her bodily fluids already soaked into the knickers. 

Bob loved the look of his daughters labia. He rubbed them between his fingers drawing moisture from within making them slick and slippery. He peeled them apart gazing in rapture at the young flesh of her coral pink inner lips. His fingers probed inside her, sliding deep in her tight, hot love tunnel, his lips sucked on her lips savouring the tasty juices on them, inhaling the fragrance he so loved. He slipped his briefs off freeing his rampant, twitching cock, already drooling precum. Jo, still asleep, began to move under him, moaning quietly, her legs parting wider and her pelvis rocking.

Alice, gently sliding herself over Liz's face, feeling her nose between her ass cheeks, caused her tummy to flip and her juices to flow freely. She had always known she had a thing for knicker fun since her school days, but until now had never had the opportunity to indulge in her fetish so completely. She looked the length of Liz's supine body, her pert breasts and flat tummy, down to the neatly trimmed hair over her mons. Alice lent forward, parting Liz's legs. She dipped her head further, tasted the tangy moisture and inhaled the intoxicating scent of a mature woman. 

As Alice enjoyed laving Liz's pussy, Bob had moved up his daughters body and was slowly introducing his manhood into her tight cunt. Her body responded, legs parting, allowing his hard member to slide slowly until it was balls deep. He glanced at Alice, obviously enjoying herself with face buried between Liz's legs. He couldn't think of a time when he had been happier now that Alice was going to tell her husband Terry the truth. He knew this would be very hard for her, though and wished there was another way. He pulled out from Jo, much preferring to enjoy her pussy with his tongue, he could spend hours lapping and licking, sucking and slurping, giving her orgasm after orgasm, revelling in the taste and scent of her young pussy.

Jo woke. "Fuck, Dad, I thought I was dreaming. Where's Alice? Can she lick me now?"

Bob sensed Jo was developing strong feelings for Alice, he didn't mind, it would serve to cement their relationship more firmly. Alice heard Jo and lifted her head from Liz's pussy, her face gleaming with her juices.

"Morning, Jo. Did you like being woken up like that? Your daddy licking your sweet young pussy?"

"Oh yes, Alice, I love Dad eating me out. But he needs a shave so can you take over now, please"

Bob felt his chin, yes, it was a bit stubbly. Alice moved over and knelt in Bob's place, her ample bottom deliberately high in the air. Bob glanced at Liz, she was still asleep so he turned his attentions to Alice's bottom. He could see between her legs through her knickers made transparent with her copious juices her hairy pussy, the hairs also curling up round her butt hole. She was so incredibly hairy, he thought. Bob grasped her butt cheeks and kneeling on the floor at the foot of the bed he was perfectly placed to bury his face between her ass cheeks. He inhaled her strong flavours, his tongue tasting the piquancy of her juices. Pulling the gusset of her knickers to one side, Bob splayed her cheeks, tongue flicking at her hairy butt hole before digging into her hot liquid love tunnel.

Alice loved Bob's tongue licking her, digging deep inside her. Her pussy flooded, coating her thighs with a fresh squirt of her juices. Bob held her hips as she ground her ample bottom onto him. Jo loved Alice kissing and sucking her pussy lips, she knew just what to do and when Alice shoved two fingers into her, she came instantly, bucking her hips wildly and holding Alice's head hard against her. Liz woke up as Jo screamed her release. She saw Alice with her head buried between Jo's thighs, Bob in turn behind Alice, face buried between her ample ass cheeks.

Liz wanted to join in and she had a choice. Does she straddle herself on her daughters face or wriggle up between Bobs thighs and suck his cock? She could see it, hard and twitching under him, head glistening with precum. The cock won. Liz positioned herself behind Bob who opened his legs to allow her to slide between them. His hard veiny cock and dangling balls dragged across her face as she shuffled into place. Liz licked and sucked his balls, taking them into her mouth and rolling them around with her tongue before licking the length of his rigid member to take the large mushroom head into her mouth.

So we have Jo, eyes closed giving herself over to the pussy tingling, stomach flipping pleasures of Alice's tongue, mouth and fingers bringing her to orgasm almost constantly. Then Alice, delighting in the sweet tastes and fresh aroma of Jo's pussy and loving Bob's face buried between her ass cheeks licking and laving her liquid gash with such dexterity, churning her stomach into exquisite turmoil. Next, Bob, lost in his favourite heaven, face coated in Alice's flooding juices, savouring her tangy taste and her unique aroma. Finally, Liz, sucking on Bob's cock, loving the taste of his precum, poking her tongue into the large slit in the head to extract more.

When they were all sated, they showered and dressed and decided to go to a local pub for some lunch. Alice told Bob she would have to go home later and talk to Terry. "Do you want me to come with you, Alice?" Asked Bob.

"No, this is something I'll have to do on my own." Replied Alice. "I'll be a couple of hours at most."......

I arrived home early evening. Terry jumped up to put the kettle on but I stopped him. "Terry, my love, I have something to tell you. Let's sit down." I said.

"Wow, sounds serious," replied Terry, "what's the matter, Alice?" Concern filled his voice.

"You know I love you, Terry, but I have done something to awaken feelings I thought were in the past, long suppressed. And I don't want to lose them."

"What on earth are you on about, Alice? You're worrying me now."

I'll have to tell the truth about everything. He deserves that much, I thought. "When I was in school, I had a thing, a fantasy, a fetish if you like, for knickers. Me and my girlfriend would go to the toilets, play with ourselves, smell and taste each other's knickers and play with each other until we got ourselves all wet and squishy down there." 

In my mind, I was reliving those times, and despite my extreme nervousness at coming clean about everything with Terry, my tummy flipped and my pussy flowed. I clenched my thighs together, twisting my hands on my lap but wanting so much to finger myself, feel my soaked knickers, smell my arousal and bring myself to a crashing orgasm.

"But, Alice, that's just normal girly stuff, isn't it? I imagine that went on a lot." Said Terry, mouth open in amazement.

"Maybe it did, Terry, but we felt it so naughty we kept it secret. But let me carry on, please, there's more to tell you, a lot more."

I told him everything, from meeting Bob at the gym, finding out about his own knicker fetish which awakened my own secret desires. Flashing him my juicy, sweaty knickers, sending them to him while on that course. I told him about going to Bobs house, letting him touch me, smell me, how I took my knickers off and and let him look and smell my naked pussy. Then let him lick me. How I orgasmed over him.... I paused here, Terry's face had crumpled, so near to tears.

"Terry, my love, I tried, I really tried to stop. But I couldn't help the feelings that had been awakened in me. So I met up with Bob again and let him touch me. I orgasmed so hard I thought I would die. I did pass out for a second."

I could not look Terry in the face as I continued. "I brought him back here, you were playing golf that day, not back till late. I let him touch me again, I let him lick me and eat me till I came over and over." "The next day, I saw Bob at his house, he let me touch him, his penis, I mean. He licked and sucked my breasts, I was so turned on. I sat on his face which he loved me to do. I rubbed his penis till he came."

Terry sat stunned by what he was hearing. His head was buzzing, he couldn't take it all in. But part of him responded in a way that surprised him - he was getting hard, very hard. He squirmed in his seat trying to adjust himself, a movement not lost on Alice. 

Kneeling before before him, I undid his belt and unzipped him. His small penis was straining in his pants. "What are you doing, Alice?" 

"Shh, Terry, just lay back." I freed his cock, cupped his balls in one hand and held him in the other. I licked the head, tasting precum. I had never done this before, Terry wasn't one for foreplay. I took his whole length into my mouth and began fellating him. I heard him groan. Lifting my head, I looked at him, his eyes closed, a look of rapture on his face. "Do you like what I'm doing, Terry?" I asked. "Do you like me sucking your little cock?"

"Alice, dont leave me, will you? I don't want to lose you." Terry said, pulling my head onto him. 

I instantly saw a way forward. Terry was obviously plainly excited by what I had told him and I didn't want to lose him either. 

"There is a way, Terry, that we could still be together, but things will change. Are you prepared to do as I say?"

"Alice, I'd do anything, but don't leave me."

I took his small but rigid cock in my mouth again, and sucked him to orgasm. For the very first time, I tasted Terry's cum. It didn't take long, he was so aroused. Tucking him back in and zipping him up, I told him we would go and meet Bob tonight, but be prepared for more surprises.....

When they arrived back at Bob's house, Terry was extremely nervous. "Don't worry, Terry" Alice told him. "They're a friendly bunch."

"They," sputtered Terry, "I thought it would just be Bob." 

"You'll see," said Alice, taking his hand. She could feel him trembling and her heart went out to him.

Alice opened the door, she still had the key from the rockery. Bob, Liz and Jo were sitting around in the kitchen looking quite respectable, for which Alice was grateful. Terry would need to be introduced slowly into their circle. Bob leapt up, looking at Alice with a quizzical look on his face. Alice introduced Terry and Bob, catching on quickly, shook his hand. "Nice to meet you, Terry, I'm Bob, and let me also introduce my wife and daughter, Liz and Jo."

They stood and greeted Terry, taking his hand and each giving him a peck on the cheek. Terry was gobsmacked. Alice hadn't told him anything about Bob's wife and daughter. He wasn't stupid, though, and quickly deduced correctly that they knew all about Alice and Bob and were somehow agreeable with it, though the whole extent of their compliance was at the moment beyond his comprehension. He could only think that their situation was similar to his, that they didn't want to lose Bob as he didn't want to lose Alice.

"Sit there, Terry, and just watch for a while," said Alice. "Don't be surprised by what you see, there's a love."

Alice went to Jo and bending down, kissed her hard. Jo's arms came round Alice's head and responded eagerly. Alice unbuttoned Jo's blouse pushing her hands into her bra and squeezed her breasts. She glanced at Terry who sat open mouthed but could not hide the bulge growing in his pants. Liz looked at him and noticed him squirming and went and sat next to him and put her hand on his knee. Terry flinched at the contact. "Don't worry, Terry," Liz said, " if you want me to take care of your problem," her eyes flicking to his crotch, "you only have to ask."




Her Name Was Alice Pt. 07



Bob was watching everything. Alice now had Jo's blouse and bra off and her own shirt and bra were being removed by Jo, leaving her magnificent breasts swinging pear shaped under their weight. Terry had never seen Alice act like this and he was getting extremely turned on. Liz stroked up and down his thigh, each stroke getting higher till she was connecting with his crotch. Terry squirmed, attempting surreptitiously to adjust himself, a hand coveting the bulge, a movement not lost on Liz. "You can get it out and rub yourself if you want to, Terry." 

Liz saw how embarrassed he was, this must be a totally new experience and her heart went out to him. She decided there and then she would take him under her wing, he would be her pet, her special plaything. "Do you want to come upstairs, Terry? Just us two? I'd like you to get to know me better."

In Liz's bedroom, she told Terry to sit on the bed. "Have you seen a naked woman before? Would you like to watch me undress for you?" Terry could only nod, he was practically drooling. 

Liz slowly stripped for him. Her blouse first tossed onto the bed beside Terry. Then her skirt. Her matching bra and knickers were all she had on now. She stroked her breasts sensually before slipping a hand into her knickers and rubbing her pussy. "Do you like looking at me, Terry?" Terry was rubbing his crotch furiously, his reluctance to do so before the wider audience downstairs was no more. Liz sniffed her fingers, "would you like to smell them, Terry?" she said, holding them under his nose before rubbing them on his lips, which Terry instinctively licked. "Do you like my smell and taste, Terry?" "You can get to smell and taste me properly if you're a good boy." "Will you be a good boy for me?"

Liz turned round and jiggled her taut butt in Terry's face. "Take my knickers off, Terry, there's a good boy." Terry reached out and with trembling hands pulled Liz's knickers down over her rump. "All the way down to my feet, Terry," as he leant further forward to comply his face pushed up against Liz's naked buttocks. He tried to recoil but Liz moved back on him as he did. He fell back on the bed with Liz falling on top with her arse on his face. As she intended. 

"Ooh, Terry, you naughty boy!" Terry wriggled as he tried to breath and Liz wriggled further squishing her buttocks on his face. Whether Terry realised his helplessness or not, he stopped wriggling. Liz continued grinding herself onto him, and it wasn't long before she could feel Terry's tongue hesitantly licking her. Mmm, Liz thought, he's a quick learner. I shall have lots of fun with him, I'll have him to myself in bed tonight and see what he's made of. Leaning forward, Liz unzipped Terry's pants and pulled out his small but rock hard penis. She was not at all disappointed at the size, she thought it looked wonderful and she would be able to take him all in her mouth as she got some much needed practice at sucking cock.

Meanwhile, downstairs, Alice and Jo had moved onto the settee. They had taken up a classic 69 position with Jo on the top. Bob moved over to them, he was stroking his cock having earlier removed his trousers. The sight of his daughters ass cheeks jiggling nearly made him cum there and then. Alice caught his eye and indicated with a beckoning wave that he should join in. He knelt between Jo's legs, holding his cock and stroking it between her ass cheeks lubricating his cockhead with her juices. 

Bob held her cheeks wide, her butt hole was fluttering as Alice tongued and sucked her young, sweet pussy. Do I dare? Bob wondered. Gently, he nudged her tweaking sphincter which immediately clamped tightly on him. Bob held his cock pushing gently against the restriction. Soon the puckered entrance, or should that be exit, relaxed against his insistant probing. As it opened, Bob pushed forward, pausing only when he felt Jo's muscles clamp on him, he held her hips, drawing her back onto him and gradually, slowly the mushroom head of his cock lodged in his daughter's tight, virgin ass. 

Jo felt herself stretched beyond imagination. Her dads cockhead, lodged in her ass was clamped on hard by her sphincter. Bob held it there, allowing Jo to accept it. He held her hips, stroked her buttocks and gradually her tight ring relaxed. Bob gently, insistently pushed forward, sliding ever deeper into her hot, virgin ass. Once balls deep, he slightly withdrew to go deep again, each withdrawal longer than before until he was pounding Jo's ass with long, smooth strokes. Jo was able to keep herself totally relaxed, now enjoying the strange feeling of huge fullness.

Alice watched Bob's dangling balls slap against Jo's ass cheeks inches in front of her eyes. She inserted her fingers into Jo's pussy and could feel Bob's cock through the thin membrane separating ass from pussy. She felt his cock surge as with a roar he shot a copious amount of cum deep inside Jo's tight ass. Jo came herself as she felt her dad's warm discharge filling her bowels and flooded Alice's mouth with her own tasty nectar. Bob pulled his wilting cock from his daughter's ass releasing a seeping of his cum which Alice eagerly slurped into her mouth. Such was Alice's state of arousal, she came, squirting her salty discharge into Jo's mouth.

Meanwhile, upstairs, Liz was introducing Terry to the delights of cunninlingus and found to her delight, he was a quick learner. His technique was somewhat lacking in finesse, but with a little training to take off the rough edges, he would make an ideal pet for her. His ramrod stiff four inch cock, smooth with a red shiny uncircumcised head, she could not take her eyes off. She was sure Jo would not mind if she took charge of him and trained him for her own delights. She was certain Jo was developing feelings for Alice and of course, there was also her father. Sleeping arrangements would no doubt take care of themselves.

Letting Terry work on his technique, Liz went down on his cock. She could take it entirely in her mouth alternately sucking on it and swirling her tongue around it. Her own technique in this area could be better but she didn't hear Terry complaining, indeed, his hips were thrusting encouraging her to reassert her affords to make him cum, and it did not take long for him to fill her mouth with a surprisingly large amount of tasty, creamy cum and she rewarded Terry as she came into his mouth, pleased as she heard his grunt of delight.

When Liz and Terry had showered, and Liz spending a lot of time washing Terry's cock and balls which had him squirming, they went downstairs to find the others sitting in the kitchen, already tidied themselves, drinking coffee. Bob and Jo looked at her questioningly, and Liz smiled, actually blushing. The thought flashed through Bob's mind that if he'd realised Liz was this sexually needy person a long time ago, would Alice have happened at all? The thought was dismissed immediately, he would not want to change anything now. Terry went and sat by Alice and she pulled him into an embrace and hugged him. 

With nothing being said, it was tacitly acknowledged that Terry would be with Liz that night, leaving Bob, Alice and Jo to share his bedroom. There was a third bedroom but unless one of them wanted a bit of space or was was not so well, it would seldom be used. Over the next few weeks, the five of them fell into an easy comfortable relationship, Terry in particular was a changed person which pleased Alice enormously.

It was during this time that Jo received a phone call from Clive. Plenty of shouting and screamed obscenities from Jo the reason for which was made clear when she tearfully explained afterwards that Clive was leaving her. He was having an affair with a work colleague hence the reason he was away for long periods of time. 

"But that's tied up that loose end, surely, hasn't it?" Said Alice. "You were ready to finish with him, weren't you?"

Jo was being consoled by her mother. "Yes it has worked out nicely, but I didn't want to make it easy for him. I made him squirm. It was a bit of a shock though." Replied Jo.

Bob didn't say anything, just took his daughter's hand and led her upstairs to his bedroom. He kissed her gently, thumbs rubbing the remaining tears away. They slowly stripped one another and fell on the bed in a 69 position. Over the next hour, Bob's cock unloaded several helping of creamy cum into Jo's mouth while he gave her multiple bed shaking orgasms. After resting up, Bob was recovered enough to fuck her sweet, tight pussy, giving Jo one of the best orgasms she could remember. 

"Alice was right, you know," Bob said, "you are really okay about Clive, aren't you?"

"Clive who?" Replied Jo, licking and sucking on her Dad's cock.

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This is the end of my little adventure with Bob and Alice. Hope you found it enjoyable. Comments and criticisms and I'm sure there are many, welcomed. Myths.