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Rude Awakening

By: biggshow13



As you walk into the room, I sneak up behind you, and put my hands gently over your mouth. As you start to panic, I whisper into your ear.

“Don’t be afraid. Just do exactly as I say, exactly how I say. Do you understand?”

I can feel the smile begin under my hand as you nod your agreement. You know that the evening should be quite enjoyable. I pull my hand away from your mouth, and run it gently over the back of your neck, as I move towards the chair. 

“Don’t move a muscle until I tell you to.”

I sit. I watch your breathing. I admire the curves of your body, the swell of your breasts, so firm and plump. The gentle roundness of your abdomen. The shape of your hips, the strength in those wonderful legs. The gentle smile that plays on your face, as you begin to imagine what I have in store for you this evening.

“Unbutton your blouse, slowly. Do not remove it until I tell you.”

Your hands slowly make their way to the first button, caressing your breasts slightly as they reach it. You undo each one as if it were a delicate flower, ever so gently freeing it from the hole. As your blouse slowly falls open, I can see the flesh underneath begin to appear. I smile, as I realize you are wearing my favorite purple bra. 

“Put your hands down. Don’t touch yourself at all. Just stand there, for now.”

You lower your hands to your sides, wondering what is next. 

“Unfasten your skirt, and let it slide slowly down to your ankles, and then kick it away.”

Your hands fumble with the zipper slightly, but you manage to get it loose. As it slips down your legs, I see the matching panties are on as well. Again, I smile.

“Come over here, and get on your knees before me.”

You make your way towards me, smiling in anticipation. As you drop to your knees, I spread my legs, allowing you to move in close to me. You start to reach for me, but I stop you with a gesture. You let your hands fall to your sides, allowing yourself to remain at my control. 

“Slip the straps of your bra down your shoulders, but don’t take it off.”

You slide the straps down, uncovering just a little more of your breasts. I reach out, and gently caress the exposed skin, just above your nipples. I can feel the goose bumps rising from your skin, as my touch sends waves of excitement through you. I can almost feel the disappointment fill you, as I remove my hands.  “Unfasten my pants.”

You reach for me with slightly shaking hands, and undo the button of my jeans. Sliding the zipper down, you let your finger glide down the length of my erect manhood, giving me the goose bumps you just had yourself. I smile, knowing you’re enjoying this as much as I am. 

“Pull my pants off, but leave the underwear.”

I lift up my hips, allowing you to pull my jeans out from under my body, and down my legs. You help me to free them from my feet, and toss them across the room, to join your clothes. I settle back in, and your eyes come to rest on my crotch.

“Eyes up. You may not look at that. Yet.”

You meet my eyes, a smile dancing behind them. 

“Stand up, and turn around.”

You stand, and turn to face away from me. I reach out, and gently touch and feel your behind. I can feel your excitement through your panties, and again, I smile. If I know you, you’re dying for more contact than I’m giving you, which is all part of my plan. I slip my fingers under the leg bands of your panties, and give your butt a nice squeeze. As my hands work their way closer to where you want them, your legs spread ever so slightly, allowing me better access. Which is when I remove my hands.

“Not yet. I’m not ready for that yet.”

I gently guide you back to your knees in front of me, facing me once again. I reach out, and push your bra down enough to free your hard nipples. Giving them a nice firm tweak, I lean in and give you a soft kiss. Feeling the hunger in your lips, I pull away before it gets away from me. Leaning back, I take your hands in mine, and guide them to my lap.

As your hands make contact, I lift my hips, giving you the signal to pull off my underwear, freeing my erection. You wrap your hand around it, gently stroking my firmness. Your free hand slips to my sac, caressing and fondling. You move in to engulf my cock, but I reach down and grab your head.

“No. Not until I give you permission.”

You sit back, sulking just a little. I stand you up before me, and turn you around, so that your butt is in my face. Reaching up, I pull your panties down to your knees. You slip them off, and I bury my face between your cheeks. Running my tongue up and down the crack of your butt, I can feel the shivers of delight flowing through you. You thrust back at me, and my tongue finds its way to your tight hole. You reach back and spread yourself wide, giving me full access to your womanly glory.

“Please, you know I love it…”

I let my tongue gently tease your bud, and then pull away. Again, my tongue finds its way in, and then pulls away. You moan with frustration as my teasing gets you hotter and hotter. I push you gently away, and lead you to the bed, where I put you on all fours. Spreading your legs wide, I again tease you with my tongue. I can feel the shivers of pleasure running through you as I lick and kiss your delicate sex. You push yourself against my face, trying to force my tongue deeper inside of you. I let you, but only for a moment. All too quickly, I push you away and turn you onto your back.

You moan as my eyes and hands roam your body. Your nipples stiffen more than ever at the slightest touch of my hands. I see the goose bumps raise on your skin as I gently blow on your breasts. You reach up, trying to pull me close, and I pull away again. 

“No. I want you to lay back and enjoy this…”

I run my tongue slowly down to your center…and pass it by. You moan in frustration as I plant kisses up and down your inner thighs, being careful to not touch you there. I can smell the arousal, and feel the heat coming from you, but I resist the urges you create in me. I want you to have the best experience of your life…

I raise one leg, then the other, kissing the areas right under your butt. I feel you squirm, trying to make me go where you want me to, and I finally take pity on you…for a moment. I run my tongue lightly over your aroused clit, and then back away again. This time, you wrap your legs around me, forcing me to stay, and I allow it to happen. Now, you get what you want from me…

The alarm goes off, and you awaken with a start. It was all just a dream…

Rolling over, you slap me upside the head. 

“Bastard! You never finish anything!”

With that, you storm off to the shower as I lay there, wondering what the hell I did this time.

Rude Awakening



I was not unable to see anything through the blindfold nor was I able to move due to the straps holding my wrists. I could hear movement in the room and deep male whispers.

"Who's there?" I asked, my voice quivering. "What's going on?"

I felt warm breath on my neck, "It doesn't matter who we are. We'll just have our fun and leave."

I heard the man snap his fingers. Suddenly, I felt three pair of hands caressing my body. They were calloused and sensuously rough against my skin. It was as if hands were everywhere all at once, sliding up between my legs and trailing lightly over both sides of my body. They just barely grazed each breast. A small moan escaped my lips against my will. My body felt as if it were on fire. 

"That feels good, doesn't it?" the voice questioned softly. "Do you want more?"

"Yesss..." I replied to my own shame. I felt hot breath on my breasts before a mouth closed over each one. My breathing became more rapid when I felt tongues simultaneously flicked at my nipples. Waves of pleasure rushed over me as my legs were bent up and yet another mouth closed in on my cunt. My body arched toward the mouths involuntarily. I felt their tongues gently tracing circles on my skin. I began to writhe as his tongue flicked my clitoris and teeth nipped at each nipple. I couldn't suppress my cry at the barren emptiness I felt when they pulled away. My hips quickly left the bed at the pleasure I felt when another mouth replaced the first.

"Cum for us," came the whisper. He kissed me roughly, delving his tongue deeply into my mouth and I could taste my own juices. Orgasm overtook me and the earth shattered as I felt fingers slip into me, his tongue never leaving me.

"Let me taste her, " I heard the whisper and felt yet another tongue slowly lap at my core.

"Open your mouth," a voice said softly. I felt hands grasp my hair and turn my head toward him as I rushed to comply. I moaned low in my throat at the feeling of the thick, hard cock sliding deeply into my mouth. I relished the texture and salty taste of him. My body writhed against the mouths still worshipping me. I ached for release as fingers once again invaded me.

"She's so fucking wet," I heard as I felt one last long lick on my cunt.

Suddenly, a pair of wet fingers replaced the cock in my mouth. "See how good you taste," came the voice and I lapped at my own juices.

"I think this dirty, little slut wants some cock," I heard.

"Is that true?" came a voice in my ear, his hot breath rushing over me.

"Please..." I moaned, arching against the feathery kisses on my body.

"Please, what?" was the reply.

"Fuck me," I whimpered.

I felt my body lifted from the bed. After a lean body slid beneath me, I was turned over. I cried out as they lowered me onto the rock hard, waiting cock. Before I could move, another cock eased into my ass, and a third entered my mouth. I could still hear my muffled screams of pleasure as all three cocks began to move, slowly at first but definitely picking up speed. Hands tightly grasped my hips and a fist wrapped in my hair. Shivers ran down my spine when I felt the warm breath on my neck.

"Stop," a voice rasped. "I want in this bitch's tight little pussy." I cried out in frustration as they withdrew.

"Calm down," I heard him laugh. "You'll get more." I could hear the straps being loosed from the bed and my arms were lifted above my head. I could feel them pull as the straps were fastened to the canopy. I smiled at his moan when I drove down onto the next waiting cock.

"Look at her! We've got a wild woman here," one of the men laughed as I rode him with everything I had.

I felt a pair of strong, muscular arms wrap around my waist. "Easy now, cowgirl," he said as he eased his cock into my cunt alongside the other. I couldn't believe how good it felt to be stretched that wide. My moan of pleasure was cut short by the dick roughly shoved into my mouth. I sucked that dick harder than ever as they pounded into me. I screamed as an orgasm rushed over me. The cock was pulled from my mouth and I was lifted again from them. I was stood on my feet as they removed the straps. Another cock was rammed into my cunt and he bent me over the bed. They grabbed my hands and wrapped them around their cocks. I alternated my attention between them, relishing in their flavor as I was fucked from behind. I screamed as yet another orgasm racked my body.

I was flipped onto my back and opened my mouth at their urging. I listened to their moans and felt their bodies shudder as hot cum exploded onto me. I smiled at their gentle kisses on my forehead. I must have dozed off because when I finally removed the blindfold, they were gone.



Rude Awakening



I was a pretty normal teenage jock. Women, sports, and partying were my priorities. Like nearly everyone I knew, I was generally repulsed by the thought of two men doing anything together sexually. I had certainly never been attracted to men in my life. 

In fact, the summer after high school was spent in pursuit of girls. I was lifeguarding and teaching swimming at a private club. Part of the day was spent fielding the advances of Jewish mothers who wanted to make sure their daughters got to play before they started husband hunting - or who wanted to play themselves while their husbands were off making more money. I certainly didn't mind the opportunities, and most of these girls were attractive, and nearly all had great bodies. Some wanted to learn about sex, and some wanted to practice what they knew. I was willing to help them all. 

One particularly eventful day began with the typical preparation for the swimmers and sunbathers. It soon took a turn when a particularly attractive mother-daughter pair began competing for my attentions. Their offers became progressively more suggestive and direct, and I was having a hard time deciding just what I might want to do. When mom could take it no longer, she finally offered that she would be willing to share me if her daughter was interested. Not being sure if they were serious, or if I was being set up, I headed for the pump room when my shift on the chair was done. 

The pump room was a nice haven for the guards, since it was underground, out of the sun, generally cooler than the deck, and there were no people to watch - or watch out for. Walking in out of the bright sun, my eyes adjusted enough to check the dials on the filters and insure that all was normal. Letting my thoughts roam, I began to imagine both of those attractive females working on me simultaneously. It wasn't long before I had a raging hard-on that wasn't going anywhere soon. I couldn't very well go back up on deck like that, so I pulled my cock out of my trunks and began to work it. Within minutes, thinking of a mother lovingly teaching her daughter new skills on my body, I exploded all over the wall. A few minutes to compose myself, and I was back up on deck. 

After closing the pool that day, the head lifeguard came over and asked if I wanted to go for a ride. We had done this once or twice, usually going to get a beer and catching a quick buzz to wind down after the day in the sun. After being out for a few minutes, with thoughts beginning to mellow, he said he had a confession. He had watched me down in the pump room. He was in a far corner making a repair when I had come down earlier. He said he didn't notice me when I came in, because of the noise from the pumps, and didn't say anything once I began playing with myself. He let it die at that, and we finished our beers and headed back to the club to leave for the day. 

At the end of a summer of working and getting ready for school, I left for college. After I had been there a while, I invited my lifeguard friend to come visit, since he wanted to get to the mountains and we had spent some time partying on a few occasions after work. He was considerably older than me (I was 18, he was 29), but we had gotten along fairly well for the entire summer. Most of the time we spent together was spent partying. I was planning a big party at school, and needed him to bring some supplies from the city. 

He showed up, and his first night visiting we had a lot of people at the party (partying was fast becoming my top priority), including my girlfriend. Throughout the night, I introduced people to him so he would feel more comfortable - and thinking he might get lucky with one of the girls who had come on to me. The night wore on, people gradually left, and I crashed on my bed while the remains of the party continued around me. 

Suddenly, someone was someone pounding on my door. There was a warm body against my back, but this wasn't too unusual since my girlfriend spent most nights with me. I realized that there was an arm around my waist, and a hand on my erection. Half awake, I thought I should pursue this when I got rid of whoever was at the door. Except I realized that the hand wasn't my girlfriend's. I could hear her at the door - she was the one trying to get in. Shocked, I realized it was him, but my shock still didn't keep me from taking my time about getting up. I told myself that I didn't want to embarrass either one of us by waking him up while he was laying like that, except that he then asked who was at the door as he lightly squeezed my cock - to let me know that it wasn't a mistake on his part. I went and opened the door after composing myself. My girlfriend came in, yelled at us both for locking her out, and made sure everyone was okay - then we resumed the party. 

Nothing else happened during his visit. We ignored that episode, and wrote it off to the effects of the night before. Later in the year, when I had to make a trip back home, I stayed at his place out of convenience. After traveling all day, when I got there I needed to clean up. A few minutes into my shower, I was surprised by him walking in. He pulled the curtain back, claiming to check on me, but I noticed that he took his time looking at my body. I got offended and asked him to leave. After he walked out, I realized I liked it enough to have gotten a hard-on in the process! I dried off and went in to recover from the flight, and promptly fell asleep. 

I woke up to the sensation of someone going down on me, and looked down to see him. I was scared, shocked, surprised, and angry that he would do this. Then I remembered. He hadn't said he had seen me masturbating during the summer, he said he had watched. He asked if I wanted him to stop, and I realized I loved it, and said no. He was passionate about giving head. He continually looked up at me to make sure I was watching him work. I was quickly getting over my anger, and my revulsion at a guy touching me. More than that, I was quickly getting hooked on the idea of being serviced by a guy. He continued until I was ready to explode. Feeling me holding back, he looked at me again and sucked and stroked harder. Pushing me over the edge, he kept going until he had swallowed every drop. I realized then that he was more of a head guard than I had known! 

I realized I didn't have to hide that I had enjoyed it, the results were obvious. Wiping the little bit of cum he had missed from the corner of his mouth, he moved up to straddle my chest. I wasn't sure what he had in mind, but was too satisfied to worry. He then started stroking his hard-on just inches in front of my face. He asked me if I liked watching him jerk off. I had to admit it excited me. He asked me if I wanted him to come. I said he could if he wanted. He clarified that he wanted to know if I wanted him to come on my face, and told me to close my eyes when I said yes. In seconds, he worked himself to orgasm. There wasn't any doubt from my side when he got there - I began feeling his warm, sticky cum landing on my face. Cheeks, eyes, nose, chin; they were all recipients. What I still remember though, is when it first landed on my lips. I couldn't help licking them. I tasted warm, wet, salty, and something new. I liked it. 

Surprisingly gently, he began wiping my face. I didn't feel ready to get cleaned up. Feeling that hot come on my face had pushed me over the edge. I grabbed his cock before it had time to get soft and eagerly started licking it. I wasn't sure what I was doing, or how I should be doing it, but I knew I wanted to feel his cock - and feel it in my mouth. Apparently I had skills I hadn't known of, because I'm not sure which of us liked that more, but the first time I ever touched a man, I took all of him into my mouth. I sucked and licked like a natural until he told me he was going to come. He tried to pull away, but I realized I didn't want him to. I kept going until I had swallowed every last drop! 

Now I was just getting hornier. In a matter of minutes I had gotten head from a man for the first time, watched another guy masturbate (and felt the results on my face), sucked my first cock, swallowed my first load, and I wanted more! He was clearly enjoying this turn of events too, for he was back between my legs about to start on me with his tongue. I looked at him as he took my rapidly growing penis in his mouth, and asked him to fuck me. Despite the startled look on his face, he went right to work. He was quite patient, especially considering how incredibly horny he was. He gradually touched me more intimately; starting by simply touching me in places I had never been touched. He licked my asshole, pressing the tip of his tongue in just a bit. He tried to slide it in, but I was much too tight. I felt him pull away and realized that I didn't want him to stop those sensations! 

I soon realized that I had nothing to worry about. He was right back, and began working some lubricant around when suddenly I felt his fingertip inside me. While I was in amazement that he was actually doing that, he slid his entire finger in. I reflexively tightened, and we had to work for some time for me to get relaxed enough to enjoy the sensation. He asked how it felt. I told him I never expected it to feel like this. When I began moving against the thrusts of his finger, he asked if I still wanted him to fuck me. I answered that I did, so he slid his finger out and lubricated his now very-stiff cock. Straddling my prone body, he pressed the tip against me, and was pressing gently (I don't know how, because we were both insanely horny) when I rose up and back to get him inside me. My body tightened at this new invasion, out of pure reflex, but he was inside me. 

It took a bit for me to relax, but once I did I was in ecstasy. He was behind me, moving slowly, and reached around my waist to lift me up on all fours--when he started stroking my cock while he fucked my ass. I thought I was going to come apart from all of the sensations I was feeling. And I nearly did. He kept pumping, sliding his cock repeatedly in and out, getting both of us more and more excited. With him jerking me off while he was fucking me, we were both getting dangerously close to exploding. He told me he was ready, and started to pull out. I reached back to grab him, and made him stay inside me. When I began to feel his cock spasm in my ass, I began to come with him. 

I fell back asleep that afternoon, but the next couple of days were pure abandon. At one point, his roommate walked into the living room as we were lying on the sofa, him reaching around me from behind, stroking me. His roommate simply paused on the way through to let us know he was home. Needless to say, my fear and hesitation were over. 

We met discreetly on occasion over the next two years, and had great sex every time. On the next encounter he hungrily took me into his mouth on a hill overlooking the city, bringing me to a great orgasm (which I enjoyed quite selfishly). When we returned to his apartment, he started on me again. This time, however, I wanted to try more. I moved him up onto the bed, and straddled his face as he promptly went to work with his lips again. But I also went to work on him. I quickly had him rock-hard, rolling his head around on my tongue. I had to know, and wanted to experience it, so I decided I was going to try to take all of him into my mouth and throat. I did so, easily. It certainly wasn't that he was small; rather it felt like something I had been doing all of my life! I made the decision that I didn't want the distraction of him sucking me, so I moved around away from his eager mouth. I felt like the biggest cock-hound around, but I wanted him so crazy he was fucking my mouth hard. I think the combination of my lips on the base of his shaft and my throat on the head of his cock was far more than he had planned for. He began thrusting his hips to my face, and getting ready to come. When he was about to explode, he tried to pull away. I grabbed his ass firmly, feeling his pelvis pressing against my mouth. He looked down at me with his dick in my mouth and told me he was going to come. I simply grinned, nodded, and kept sucking. 

As he began to shoot I pulled back just a bit, so that I could feel that warm wet load in my mouth. I just kept bobbing and swallowing until he was spent, then began sucking like he was a drinking straw in my favorite dessert (which was pretty accurate at that point). Then I moved up to straddle his chest, and began working my erection. Just as I was about to lose control, he leaned forward and shoved me into his mouth. Before I came, he pulled back, and had me turn around on his chest. Thinking that he wanted a good angle to take all of me in again, I began to position myself to that he could. Before I got there, I felt his tongue start to work on my asshole. Within seconds, he had it inside me. As soon as I felt that, I exploded. All over his stomach and my chest. 

He kept working his tongue, fucking me with it. In minutes, I noticed that he was getting hard again. I hated to waste such a good combination - his stiff dick, and my ass lubricated and relaxed. I flipped around before he could argue, and sat down on his cock, sliding it inside me as I went. The look on his face was priceless, since he hadn't been prepared to be fucking me so suddenly. I'm not sure who was fucking whom, since he was thrusting up and I was doing my best to keep him moving deep inside me. At any rate, he came. Hard. And we slept. 

The last time we saw each other, we had gone to a baseball game. We stopped by his apartment on his way to drop me off. While I was sitting at the dining room table, he dropped to his knees and began to give me one of his great blowjobs. He asked if I had enough time to move into the bedroom. I simply went. Within minutes we were naked, and competing for each other's erection. We actually managed to maintain our session of 69 until we both came at nearly the same time. Then he asked if he could fuck me. I turned around, giving him clear access to my ass. By now I knew all too well just how good this felt, so there was little effort required for him to get inside me. He spent several minutes with his hands on my hips, delivering long slow thrusts inside me, pulling me back toward him as he did so. When he reached around me to start stroking me, I knew he was close to orgasm. I took his hands off of my cock and put them on my shoulders as I told him I wanted to feel his entire load in me. He obliged, shooting it all and continuing to pump until he slipped out. 

I expected him to rest for a few minutes, but he quickly pushed me onto my back and went down on me hungrily. No eye contact, no hesitation, he just wanted my cock in his mouth and he wanted to taste/feel me explode there. I did. I loved the way he sucked dick. When he finished, he sat up and said he had a favor to ask. Puzzled, I wondered what it could be, since we had always just done whatever we were thinking about. He said he was trying to figure out where his relationship with his girlfriend was going (oh yes, there had always been girlfriends and women between our encounters). He said he wasn't sure if he was gay, or bi, or straight. I pointed out that our escapades could rule out the last! 

He got serious as he waited for me to stop joking, and prepared his next question. "Would YOU fuck ME?" Oh. I loved his cock, and the sex we had, and getting fucked by him - even though it didn't happen often - and the passionate way he gave head. I liked feeling my lips on his erections, tasting him come, the feel of his dick in my hands. I had come to enjoy seeing him above me trying to hold off as long as possible until I saw him begin to explode all over me, and I enjoyed masturbating for him, on him. I knew I liked every aspect of him fucking me - the way he pulled me toward him, or the feel of his hands reaching around me to stroke me while he was inside me. I knew if I did this, and he liked it, things would change between us. It wouldn't be casual anymore. There would be expectations, and disappointments. I decided then that I would rather live with the remembered pleasure, and walked away. 



Rude Awakening



Caution: Contains violence against men, incest, and abuse of a very small penis. If this offends or does not interest you, please do not read.

**

My wife had gone away for a weekend naturists convention, but I refused to ever attend them because although at 38 years old, 5'5" and 132 pounds I am not in horrible shape, I am lacking and very very self conscious in one area. Flaccid, my poor pink penis stands at only ¾ of an inch and has the circumference of a Vienna Sausage. I was constantly taunted in gym class as I was growing up, so I vowed never to be naked in public again.

Donna, my beautiful 18 year old daughter begged and pleaded for her equally gorgeous classmate Susan to sleep over, so I caved in and said yes. Eleven PM turned into midnight and the giggling and rap music blasting from her bedroom didn't allow me to sleep. Finally I was able to doze off around 3:00 a.m. after inserting some plastic earplugs.

I normally don't sleep past 7:00 on weekends, but at ten o'clock I was jolted awake, and when I tried to bolt upright I found that my shoulders and arms were securely pinned to the mattress.

Sitting on top of me, dressed in her sheer blue baby doll nighie was my 5'4" 128 pound daughter. She had my upper body totally immobilized as she smiled down at me and said "Time to get up Daddy. Susan and I are famished."

"Oh Honey, just go eat some cereal. Daddy's tired."

Still holding me firmly, she began to tickle my sides causing me to laugh until I nearly lost my breath. Finally she agreed to stop her attack after I told her I would get up and fix eggs and bacon.

She got a gleam in her eyes and said, "Remember when we used to wrestle, and I told you that I was going to beat you someday? I bet you can't get away from me now."

Both Donna and Susan played every sport offered by their high school and not only did they have beautiful shapely bodies, but the taut sexy "aerobicized" musculature just added their healthy girl next door good looks. As I looked at the firm shapely arms holding me down, I was beginning to doubt that I actually could escape, so I tried to play it off without trying and said, "OK, you win. Now release me so I can fix breakfast."

"Daddy, You're not trying! Now REALLY try."

As she repositioned her self and firmed up the grip on me I could see her beautiful 36C breasts sway provocatively under the transparent material. It looked like there was no way out, and I figured I could still beat her even though she was in perfect condition, because I was a male and also had an inch on her in height and outweighed her by four pounds.

I silently counted to three and was going to explode with power, throwing her off of me in a lightening move. I pushed up, throwing everything I had into it with a huge grunt, but I remained motionless below her and pinned to the bed.

"Is that it? Wow, I thought I might be able to beat you now, but I didn't think I could do it that easily."

"I just woke up Baby, and I only gave it half an effort," I lied.

"Okay Daddy, try again this time for real."

I counted to three once again, took a deep breath, and once again strained and struggled to unseat her, but came up with the same results. I was totally pinned and my little girl was under complete control.

She had a huge smile on her face and she turned her head to the opened door and yelled, "Susan, come here quick."

Before I could react, Susan came rushing in yelling, "What's wrong Donna?"

"Nothing's wrong. This is just so awesome and cool. I just proved that I am stronger than my Dad, and beat him at wrestling."

I scoffed, telling her that I could escape at any time, but she was dead set on proving to both me and to a wide-eyed Susan that she actually was physically stronger than I was.

"Watch this Suze," and my young tormenter spread my arms above my head into a "Y" and captured my legs and spread them into a painful grapevine hold. I cried out my submission almost instantly as I thought she would tear my crotch in two.

"That is sooooo cool Donna. Can I try?"

"Sure Suze." She slowly rose to pin my shoulders under her knees once again, then as Susan reached the side of the bed, she rolled off and released me.

I thought that would be my chance to escape so I lurched up into a sitting position, but Susan was on my in a flash, my struggles short lived as I was once again under total control of this young teen. Susan even pinned me quicker than Donna because she was 5'7" and 143 pounds of feminine muscle.

Donna did a happy dance and shouted, "And the World Champions are the tag team of Dynamite Donna and Make 'Em Sore Suze."

Susan laughed and flexed her impressive biceps as she looked down at me and smiled.

"Since we both proved we could kick his butt, what do you say we have a little fun with him Donna?"

"What did you have in mind?"

"Well, what if we stripped him and made him do things for us? Kinda like our own little slave."

At the thought of being naked in front of the two teens I bucked and screamed, "That's enough girls. Now lets stop this and get some breakfast."

"Stop squirming Daddy. I like Susan's idea," and she proceeded to pull the sheet off me so I lay totally pinned in just my jockey shorts. Donna kneeled on the bed and grabbed the sides of my shorts with her two hands and in one smooth motion pulled them over my thighs and calves.

"Oh my Gawd"

"What Donna? What's wrong?"

When she was finally able to stop laughing she took my member in between her two fingers and held it up straight for Susan to see and said, "This is what's wrong. It is just wrong that this should be classified as a male sex organ."

Susan gasped and said, "Wow, that IS amazing. Have you ever seen one that small before?"

"Never, and I have seen plenty at the Nudist events I go to with my Mom. It's wrinkly too. I'll bet he uses it a lot to masturbate with."

I had never in my life been more mortified as it brought back painful memories of my gym class tauntings.

"Donna Jane Summers, you and Susan release me at this instant or you will be severely punished young lady."

"Oh Daddy, don't be silly. I think both of us have clearly proven that you are no match for us physically, so things will be a little different around here from now on."

"What do you mean...different?"

"I mean you are going to allow me a lot more privileges around here, plus you will do all my wash, including my dirty panties...something I'm sure you won't mind since I saw you sniffing them in the laundry room last week. In addition to the wash, you will clean my room once a week, and also service me sexually in anyway I demand."

I screamed, "This is ludicrous! I won't do it!"

Donna grabbed my balls causing a painful jolt to course through my body.

"Pl...Please" I stammered through ragged labored breathing. "Oh my God! Arrrrgh! Please let go...I can't stand it. I'll do whatever you ask?"

"Everything....for Susan too."

"Ahhhhh...yes...everything....for Susan too."

"Great then. I will be back in a minute."

As she headed out the door, Susan stopped her by saying, "Donna..wait...wait. Would you mind if while you are gone, I gave your Dad a pre-breakfast snack?"

Donna chuckled, and said "You're such a naughty little girl. Go for it," and she proceeded out my door to the kitchen."

Susan smiled at me and reached down to the ends of her skimpy nightie and drew it up over her head revealing her massive but firm young breasts. I had seen them previously under the confines of her bathing suit, but nothing prepared me for the vision before me, and I could feel my small penis start to stir.

Still holding my shoulders captive under her knees, she reached down and squirmed from side to side to remove her panties. Slowly she reversed her position and showed me what had to be the most beautiful ass I had ever seen as it was slowly lowered to my nose and lips. Her vagina was covered in a thick mass of dark curly hair, which was quite new to me since my wife kept hers completely shaved.

Susan had not had her morning shower, so the scent of her ass and pussy was overpowering, yet intoxicating, causing my cock to stiffen further to its full 3 inches.

"Looks like you are enjoying Susan's snack Daddy. My goodness. Must be at least two and a half inches."

I thought to myself, 'Jesus Christ, couldn't she even allow me my full three inches?'

"He's slowly getting hungrier by the minute Donna. What you got there?"

"I have a pan of water, washcloth, shaving cream and razor...plus...this..."

While continue to rock on my fast enjoying my probing tongue, Susan exclaimed, "Oh my gosh. You can't be serious. Nail polish?"

I tried to scream out "No!" but my pleas were muffled by Susan's warm smooth ass and moist hairy pussy lips.

I felt Donna position herself facing my feet and grab my right ankle holding my foot stationary. Then I felt it... the small brush start with my smallest toe. Then the next, and next, until finally she reached my big toe and finished.

She sat back on my legs and said "What do you think Suze?"

'They are gorgeous. I think pink is your color Mr. Summers," and they both broke out in a fit of laughter.

She proceeded to polish the toes of my other foot as Susan continued to rock and moan as she rode my hard tongue. First she would make it slide into her tight puckered anus, then she would move back and nearly drown me with the flowing nectar of her hot pussy. She repeated this procedure so that on three occasions she had reached huge orgasm, tightening her legs against my head until I thought it would pop.

Donna rose from my legs and stood beside the bed just as Susan orgasmed for a fourth time.

"OK OK. You've had enough fun. Don't wear him out until I can test drive him. You shave his crotch, while I ride him for awhile."

"Great idea Donna. Enjoy the ride. He has a terrific tongue, even if he is a bit lacking in other areas."

Susan slowly rose and left me spent and gasping for air. I felt like my whole face and body were crushed and as I gently turned my head to the side, I could see my lovely daughter slipping out of her nightie and panties. She was the equal of Susan in beauty though not quite as muscular.

The thought of having sex with my daughter was immoral and I pleaded with her, telling her how wrong it was.

"Daddy, this is the 21st Century. It's done in families all the time," and she proceeded to mount me in the same manner as Susan had. Her scents were just as exotic and intoxicating, though her vagina had a hint more of a salty taste, indicating that she had possibly just urinated. The taste of her bare nether lips was different, though not unpleasant in the least.

Susan placed the pan full of water on the bed and I heard her release the shaving cream from the can and slowly lather up the entire area of my crotch including my small ball sac.

As my daughter rocked back and forth over my aching sore face, I could feel the razor gliding over my sensitive skin. Susan moved my cock and balls from side to side and up and down, creating combination of pleasure mixed with pain, and I remained hard until she completed her task.

"What do you think Donna?"

Donna chuckled at my bald crotch and small cock standing at attention and said "I think he looks like an adorable little boy."

"You're right it is cute. Here, let me try something," and she reached a finger underneath my buttocks, separated my cheeks and quickly inserted her index finger, shocking me and causing my cock to bounce up and down.

This brought more giggling from the young demons, so Susan continued her in and out motion, causing me jerk about twenty more times. I was so happy when she grew tired of her new form of torture and removed her finger.

"Mind if I suck him off Donna? Steve and I have been dating and having sex for over two years, but I've never been able to deep throat him since he is a huge nine inches. I'd love to take a cock completely in my mouth and throat, and your Dad's is the perfect size."

Donna had already reached two orgasms and continued to rock as I felt Susan's warm wet lips wrap around my small member. It felt incredible and only made me lick Donna's pussy and asshole deeper and faster.

Susan held my balls tightly, squeezing them firmly about every five seconds as she sucked hungrily up and down my small pink shaft. The feeling was incredible and the pain in my balls turned to pleasure as she sucked and then produced a steady pressure on my balls. Once again I felt her finger under my buttocks, but this time it was drawing slow sensual circles around my puckered open, driving me crazy. Every muscle in my body was tightening as I grabbed hold of Donna's ass and drew her more firmly onto my face, now coated in her delicious juices.

Susan could sense that I was nearing my peak and continued to circle the rim of my anus as she sucked and sucked and nearly crushed my tiny balls in her hand. I was delirious with sensations I had never experienced in my life, yet was totally helpless and at the mercy of the two strong teens.

I began to moan uncontrollably and that was the signal Susan needed to gently insert two fingers into my anus. On the third thrust of her fingers my hips bucked and jerked and I shot a huge load of cum into Susan's hot hungry mouth. She proceeded to drink every drop as I once again drove my tongue deeply into Donna's pussy and brought her to another orgasm.

Both beautiful young women moved off me to the side of the bed and Donna said, "That was very good Daddy. Before the weekend is over, I want to try your teenie-weenie in my pussy. When Mom comes home, I want you to explain our new living arrangement. I'm sure she will understand and be all for it. Right now though, you have some wash to do, and some breakfast to fix. Up and at em."

Slowly I moved to a sitting position and viewed my naked little boy cock for the first time, and my pink toenails. As I headed naked toward the kitchen, I knew that my only hope and salvation would be my wife putting an end to it. My wife unfortunately had a slightly kinky side, so something told me that she would either join in the "fun" or let the teen vixens have free reign of me. I shook my head dejectedly knowing that my freedom to choose my course in my life was now a thing of the past. 



Rude Awakening



The most wonderful thing a lover has ever done for me was to give me my life. I didn't understand it at the time, but if he had loved me as I wanted him to—as I begged him to—I would be long dead today.

The days of my sexual coming of age in Bangkok, Thailand, during the mid seventies through the mid eighties were paradise followed by a rude awakening, a realization of how life can come back at you hard that I didn't fully realize until I had left the City of the Angels the first time I lived there. Bangkok was an open city with no sense of moral wrong. If you could afford it and enjoyed it, more power to you, and no one would pass judgment, let alone hassle you. It was the tail end of the "free love" hippy era, before the realization of the existence of AIDS or the widespread use of condoms. It was flesh on and in flesh and do whatever jacks you off.

I ached for David, who, along with the hairdresser lover he had finagled into the country with a diplomatic passport, lived in the same apartment compound I did. David was a U.S. diplomat, who made flights every other week in and out of Saigon to register and transport the bastard children of U.S. servicemen from the recent war who the Hanoi regime was permitting to leave the country for a high price. A price being quietly covered by the U.S. government.

David was a magnificent black man, solidly built and beautiful in every way. His lover had come over officially as the tutor of David's three children, but the children had returned to their mother in the States within two months and the hairdresser stayed on and became the darling of the international set—or at least the part of that set which wanted it's hair down to U.S. professional standards. David's wife was obviously one of the most understanding of human beings, but she never visited Bangkok while David was there as far as I knew.

The hairdresser, Tommy, was also nice to look at; a lithe blond, cute but submissive, with fluid moves and bent wrists. But it was David who I had my eyes on. I did everything I could to get myself close to David and to make him understand that he could have me any way he wanted me. And he was very friendly to me, and slowly let me enter his circle of friends, mostly local Thai gay boys, who didn't attract me all that much. But he didn't even touch me for the longest time.

I knew he could give good sex, because I walked in on him and the hairdresser doing the hot and heavy in their apartment one day and stayed around to watch. It was an inspiring and deeply sensual performance of coffee and cream. Both were naked. David was as beautiful in the nude as I could have imagined him to be in my wildest dreams. His cock was long and hard and thick, and when I walked in, he was slowly stroking it in and out of Tommy's ass in a languid, fluid motion. Tommy's back was flat on the bed, and David was standing below him and arched over his body. One of Tommy's legs ran up David's torso and David was holding the other one up and out. David was running his free hand over Tommy's chest, belly, thighs, cock, and balls. Occasionally he would take the root of his own cock in his hand and rotate it in Tommy's ass at great depth. Tommy would arch his back and rotate his hips in rhythm with David's moves and sigh and moan. I could tell that David was fully satisfying him. And I wanted David to fully satisfy me, as well—and, maybe, instead of Tommy, if the truth be known.

Right before David ejaculated inside Tommy; he brought his lips down to the hollow of Tommy's neck and kissed him deeply there. Tommy turned his face toward me. His eyes were droopy and hooded; he looked like they were swimming in David's semen, and I hated him for that. He gave me a satisfied "I've got what you want" smile and then David turned his head and they went into a long kiss during which Tommy continued to writhe in pleasure until his body jerked and he shot cum up onto David's belly. I turned and left the room in frustration and jealously.

I did eventually have sex with David, but it was nothing like the sex he had with Tommy. On several occasions we got into heavy petting on his pillow-strewn sofa, always when Tommy was off doing someone's hair. David would never touch me when Tommy was there.

Our first sexual encounter was in the southern peninsula district of Thailand where we had gone on an American Embassy cultural program. David had a magnificent baritone singing voice, and as I had been a professional tenor, we had been teamed up to give cultural exchange concerts around Southeast Asia. The hotel we were staying at was a small one on the beach across from some peculiar—and spectacular—outcroppings that arose from the sea just off the coast and that had figured in one of the then-recent James Bond films. The hotel was so small that David and I had to share a room. The setting was exotic and the twilight was so romantic that we found ourselves in each other's arms on a lounge chair we had found on the balcony outside our room. I atypically was the aggressor. I tried to kiss David on the lips, but he avoided that. He however allowed me to kiss his nipples and all around his torso until my lips dipped lower than his navel. He then brought my head back up to his chest and murmured that we could stroke each other off but no cocksucking, fucking, or even kissing on the lips.

I was extremely disappointed and angry at the hold that Tommy seemed to have on David, but I did come quickly to the magic touch of his hands stroking my cock, and he sighed and moaned satisfactorily at my own hand job on his dick.

On the occasions when David and I subsequently had sex, we would undress each other—which didn't take much effort as there never was much being worn in the tropics anyway. As in our initial coupling, he never let me kiss him on the lips or on the cock or asshole, and he wouldn't do that for me either, but kisses elsewhere and "feels" anywhere were permitted. Our cuddlings and pettings usually ended with David straddling me from behind, his cock dry fucking up from the small of my back and him running his hands over my chest and belly and thighs and stroking my cock until I came. He'd have his face buried in the hollow of my neck from behind, and when he jacked off up my back, he would murmur how nice my body was and how much he'd enjoyed our lovemaking as he carefully wiped his cum off my back. It didn't sound like much, but David was so beautiful that I think I could have cum just by us sitting there and looking at each other.

I had convinced myself that David had such a loyalty to Tommy that he would only be ultimately intimate with one lover, and I fought with myself for months to respect that loyalty. But I was thoroughly confused and angered one day when I walked in to find him pumping his Thai houseboy from behind across the back of a chair, with both of them screaming with joy as David came. The houseboy had immediately turned and kneeled and cleaned David's cock with his tongue. And David had let him do this and obviously had enjoyed it—so much for the loyalty theory.

The next day when Tommy left to puff up some ambassador's wife's beehive, I stormed into David's apartment and tried to force myself on him, to make him fuck me like he fucked Tommy and his houseboy. But David, considerably stronger than I was, pushed me to the door as gently as he could and, voicing his regrets that we needed to stop seeing each other, locked it behind me.

From that day forward, David's door was closed and locked to me. And I hadn't gotten over the frustration and anger on the day I left Bangkok for my next assignment.

Within a year both David and Tommy—and presumably the Thai houseboy and most of David's Thai gay crowd—were dead. They had contracted AIDS, something I knew nothing about until long after I had left Bangkok, something that no one openly acknowledged was stalking the gay community in Bangkok while I was there. I had loved freely and frequently while I was in Bangkok, and it was a miracle that I never contracted AIDS myself. But David had made sure that I wouldn't contract it from him. After he learned of the disease and that he had it and had received a death sentence, he very carefully never again exchanged body fluids with anyone he didn't know was as infected already as he was.

No lover before or since has given me what David did. He gave me my life.



Rude Awakening



Chloe had gone to bed early and fallen asleep a good few hours before her partner, Ben, had joined her. He had friends round and was drinking and playing computer games in the front room. The first thing she knew after she drifted off was waking to feel Ben curled against her back. He pulled her to him and bit hard into her shoulder, shoving his erection against her arsecheeks. Chloe woke, confused and before she could regain her wits Ben reared up and threw her on her back, straddling her hips. She looked up at him wide eyed as his hand descended and closed around her throat. Ben kissed her, shoving his tongue possessively into her mouth as he choked her. Chloe arched against him instinctively. He released his grip on her throat and growled a single word at her.

"Mine."

"Yes Master. I am yours." Chloe knew better than to elaborate further when he was in this kind of mood. Her voice was weak from being choked by him. Ben lowered his head once more and attacked a hard nipple sitting upon a pale fleshed, B cup breast. He flicked his tongue over it before drawing it into his mouth and sucking hard. His short beard grazed her sensitive flesh as he moved his lips over it. He bit into her right breast and she cried out, writhing under him. He kneaded her left breast, mauling it, growling and still tormenting the right one. She moaned again.

"Shut up." He slapped her face, hard enough to sting but gentle enough that she would bear no marks in the morning. Dimly, Chloe remembered that one of Ben's friends was staying in their spare room. Usually he enjoyed making her scream. 

Ben turned his attention to her smooth pussy, shaved and already wet for him as he expected it to be. He ran a finger over her lips, gathering juice on it. He lifted the finger to his mouth and tasted it, sighing at her subtle flavour.

"My cunt. You're wet for me already. Whore." He started rubbing her clit with his thumb, pushing one finger into her cunt. Chloe tried to lie still but did not entirely succeed. He watched her as he fingered her. Her slim, petite figure was spread before him, thick dark auburn curls framing a face that slowly contorted with pleasure. Her eyes glazed as her arousal built and he slapped her face again, demanding her attention.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going? I haven't even started with you. Useless little bitch." He carried on fingering her, stepping up a gear, forcing her to fight herself. Every time she became distracted by the sensation building in her loins he slapped her. After a few minutes of this he lifted his weight from her legs and told her to get on all fours.

Chloe presented herself, her legs wide open, her head up and her back arched for him as she had been trained. Normally Ben would have started spanking her arse but tonight they couldn't make too much noise. He caressed her buttocks as she braced for whatever followed.

"Look at you. My nasty, filthy little whore. You are mine. Mine to do whatever the fuck I please with." Ben's grip tightened on her backside. He dug his fingers into her flesh, pressing his nails into her skin. Chloe groaned quietly and gave him the required response.

"Yes Master, I am yours, your pet." She bit her lip as Ben leaned down and sank his teeth into a round buttock. He pinched her clit, making her start slightly and then bit the other buttock while gently caressing the first one. She kept her head high and her back arched.

"You're fuckmeat. Friction for my cock. Don't go getting pretensions until I'm done using you like the worthless little slut you are." He leaned forwards and dripped the words into her ear, breathing on her neck. He grabbed a fistful of hair and yanked her up onto her knees. He kneaded her sore arse as he spoke. "I'm going to lie down and you're going to suck my cock. If I think for one second that I'm not getting the best blowjob of my life I will slap you in the face with it.

"Yes Master." Chloe's mouth was suddenly dry and she swallowed as he lay down, trying to lubricate it. She knew what he liked.

Chloe approached her Master's reclining form. He was over 6 feet tall to her 5 foot nothing and solidly built. He had a shaved head and a short, auburn beard around a large, sensual mouth. His eyes bored into her as she arranged herself on her knees between his legs. His rigid penis stood proud above trimmed pubic hair. It had a decent length but it was the girth of the organ that made women wince. Chloe licked her lips and lowered her head without hesitation, licking his purple cockhead and moving slowly down his shaft. Ben moaned contentedly and she relaxed slightly at this sign of approval. She licked him all over and when he was good and slippery with saliva she wrapped her small fist around him and pumped his cock gently while she turned her attention to his balls, licking and kissing them before drawing each one into her mouth. She moved back to his cock and angled her neck before sliding her mouth down over his shaft as far as she could take it. He pressed up into her throat with a gasp, holding her head down and forcing her to hold her breath. He pushed further in until she gagged, pulling away from him instinctively. His eyes flashed and she recoiled, kneeling again, apologising.

"Get on your fucking back. You useless little slut." He got out of the bed and dragged her across it until her head hung over the side. Her green eyes stared up at him, knowing what was coming next. He gripped her hair and pushed his cock into her mouth. Ben violently facefucked her, ramming his cock in and out of her mouth, giving her few opportunities to breathe. He forced his cock as far back as it would go, making her gag. He was too wide to fit into her tiny throat and it pissed him off no end. Sometimes, like tonight, he chose to punish her for this failing. Chloe focused solely on getting air into her starving lungs. After a few minutes his displeasure abated. He thrust more gently, letting her taste him, squeezing her throat every now and again. He pulled out and started rhythmically slapping her face with his cock, as promised. He rubbed it over her, spreading saliva across her face. Ben grinned down at her.

"You want this cock? You think you deserve a fuck?" He leaned forward and teased her clit, lifting his cock and letting it fall onto her face. She looked up at him.

"I want your cock Master, I want to be used by you. I don't deserve a fuck." He pushed two fingers into her soaking cunt and scissored them.

"You don't deserve anything. Whores like you get what they're given. Who owns this nasty little cunt?" 

"You do Master." He smiled and rubbed his cock across her lips, she kissed it as it passed.

"Who owns this cock?"

"You do Master." He pushed a wet finger into her anus.

"What about this tight little arsehole?"

"It belongs to you Master."

"And what belongs to you, whore?" He ran a hand over her throat again, threatening but not squeezing.

"Nothing Master. I own nothing." Ben withdrew his fingers from Chloe's cunt and arse. He lifted his cock and placed his balls over her mouth. Chloe started licking and kissing them.

"You chose your place and I'm going to show you exactly where it is." He started slapping her pussy, watching as she fought the urge to squirm and continued lavishing attention on his balls. He moved away without warning.

"Get on all fours again. Start rubbing your clit but do not cum." Chloe did as instructed while Ben moved to kneel behind her. He pinched her nipples and gouged his hands into her backside again. He rubbed his cock over her clit, pushing her hand away. 

"You don't deserve a fucking but I want one." He pushed his cock determinedly into her cunt and Chloe was more than ready for him. He thrust in and out of her slowly, denying her the hard, fast fucking that he knew she loved.

"You don't deserve to cum either but I want to feel you milk my cock." He rocked in and out of her, pulling her hair and forcing her back to arch. "Cum for me."

Chloe felt his command shudder through her body but she was not quite there. He gave her a few moments grace before yanking her up onto her knees again, hissing into her ear.

"What the fuck was that?" His cock probed impatiently for her entrance again and found her anus. She cried out as he shoved into her body with a savage grunt. Chloe had never tolerated dry anal before, the juice on his cock was not near enough to stop her from feeling ripped in two.

"No! Get it out! Get it the fuck out you bastard!" He silenced her by biting viciously into her shoulder.

"I told you to shut up." He started thrusting in and out of her shaking, whimpering body. "You have got such a tight arse. Are you going to safeword?" He let go of her and she dropped back onto her hands and knees. He watched her hesitate, weighing the pain against the pleasure. He asked her again, "Are you going to tell me 'red?'"

Chloe braced herself and began to normalise the burning pain in her arse. She made her decision.

"No." He pulled her up again and moved them both forwards so she could hold the headboard and remain semi-upright.

"Are you telling me you're enjoying this?" He started fucking her more violently, gripping her sore buttocks with both hands for good measure. "Are you such a filthy little painwhore that having your arse raped is getting you off?" He turned her face towards him and took in her tear-stained, flushed but determined expression. She started moving with him slightly.

"Yes Master." He groaned with lust and pinned her hard against the headboard and the wall above it. He grabbed her wrists and pulled them behind her, shoving her face against the wall as he pounded into her. She matched his thrusts, moaning as loudly as she dared.

"You nasty little bitch. You're fucking enjoying this. You're going to cum for me. You're going to cum with my cock so far up your arse you'll taste it. Dirty little piece of fuckmeat." He thrust savagely into her, pushing her as hard as he could. He smiled as he leaned to bite her earlobe and throw her a mindfuck.

"You could be anyone right now, any woman on the face of the earth. In this moment you're nothing more than an orifice. You're friction and you're fuck all else, you worthless little whore. Now fucking cum for me"

She had heard him, open-mouthed as he debased her. Her cunt and arse were screaming and she had been holding back but the climax, when it came, was mindblowing. She cried out "Master!" as her body shook and her hips instinctively rammed back onto his cock. She rode it out as he carried on fucking his way to his own climax. Her knees shook and she struggled to hold her position. A few more brutal thrusts and he was cumming. Ben pulled out of her and sprayed his load all over her back and bottom. He wiped his cock on her hip when he was done and left without a word to wash himself. She used the bathroom afterwards and returned to find him curled up in the bed, sated. He pulled her over and they embraced.

"How's my pet?" He kissed her gently.

"Amazing Master, thankyou." 



Rude Awakening



This is a complete work of fiction and should be enjoyed as such. All characters described are fictional and over the age of 18.

* 

Slowly and hazily I roused from sleep, a pleasant warm contentment awash in me. Not wanting to spoil this soft glowing feeling I kept my eyes shut and lounged languidly as I lay in bed trying to recall what I had just been dreaming. While engaging this reverie I noticed a strange sensation in my mouth, as if it were full, but not unpleasantly so, with something soft and spongy. It was then that I recalled parts of my dream. I had been eating, or maybe suckling, a lollipop? This might explain the warm contentment that had been spreading from my middle and the odd feeling in my mouth. 

Mmmm...I moaned reliving the dream, this caused a startling occurrence, apparently there was something in my mouth, as my moan had caused it to twitch and it seemed to be growing. I opened my eyes in surprise and found myself staring into a nest of dark hair. Mmmm...mmm...mmm, I moaned again, realizing I must have my husbands cock in my mouth. He must have come home after I was sound asleep and found me receptive. I decided I'd give him a treat and finish what I had started last night. Softly and gently I began to suck on his ballooning member. I rolled my tongue around the outside of it as it extended into my mouth, trying to keep my lips pressed into his groin. Finally his crown reached the back of my throat and I pulled back slightly and rolled my head forward again, in short relaxed strokes, rocking against his thigh -- which turned out to be my pillow. At last, he moaned in response and, though still sleeping, I thought, his body began to involuntarily buck into my face, making my blowjob much easier. 

By now he was fully hard, his breathing had gotten quicker and deeper, and I was really getting into the whole situation, much to my own surprise as I don't normally care to give head. I realized he must be awake as I felt his hand on the back of my head and heard a moaning grunt issue from his lips. His reaction encouraged me on and I began to apply suction closing my lips tight around his veiny shaft, mmfph-mpfh sounds coming from me each time he thrust into my mouth. I reached up and softly tickled his balls with my nails, smiling around him as I felt them tighten up, his rod began pulsing in my mouth and I knew he was about to shoot. I started to pull my head away -- never having liked taking his cum in my mouth -- when his hand pushed my head back forcefully and his next words stunned me out of indignation! 

"Ohhh Yeah Mom!" he moaned. 

My eyes shot upwards and my head froze in place. Above me was the face of my 19 year old son, his hand on the back of my head and his hips thrusting into my face. He grunted out a few last short, shuddering strokes and I felt his penis unleash onto my tongue! I was so unnerved I didn't even gag as string after string of cum coated my mouth, as it filled to bursting I involuntarily swallowed and continued to swallow as he held my head against his crotch and unloaded the last of his seed down my throat.

His hand relaxed, breaking me from my reverie. I pulled back, a trickle of cum leaking from the left side of my mouth as I released his wilting member, gasping for breath and sitting up abruptly. 

"Danny!" I shouted, trying to wrench the sheet that was tangled beneath his prone form up to cover my own nudity. 

"That was great, Mom, what a way to wake-up!" he said, not seeming the least bit ill at ease in finding himself in this situation. His eyes rolled up and fluttered closed as he sighed, "Thanks...I didn't know how you'd feel this morning, after last night..." 

I was flabbergasted, and he seemed to think that this was ok! I pulled the sheet out from under him and stood up. 

"Danny! What the hell do you think you're doing in here?!" I asked as I wrapped myself up and strode away from the bed. 

This got his attention as he leaned up on his elbows and looked at me with concern and maybe, finally, a hint of shame. 

"You don't remember what happened last night?" he asked me.

I stared wide eyed at him as his gaze traveled admiringly up and down my body. I shivered under this onslaught and clutched the sheet tighter around me taking a step back from my naked son. 

"Of course I remember last night!" I snapped! "I went out with Catherine and Tami for happy hour", I stated, shaking my head. I blurted, "But that doesn't explain why you're here in my bed with your dick in my mouth!" He cringed at that and finally averted his eyes from me. "What are you doing here...in my room...in my bed...NAKED!" my voice had risen, I could feel hysteria creeping in as I stared at Danny, who sat up and scooted to sit at the edge of the bed, resting his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. I couldn't help but notice his penis and balls as they slid down to hang over the edge of the comforter, 'my god!' I thought, he's soft and it must be dangling down four inches! How did I get that whole thing in my mouth? I was snapped out of these inappropriate thoughts as Danny ran his fingers through his hair, looked up at me and proceeded to tell me everything I didn't remember about last night.

Apparently, I started out the night as I remembered: meeting Catherine and Tami at Fresco's for happy hour. We were all pretty ready to let our hair down; for them it'd been a long week, for me, I'd finally had enough of my husband ignoring me, I wanted to feel beautiful again. So, I had rummaged through my closet to doll up my 38 year old figure as best I could. Don't get me wrong, I don't think I'm homely, just older. I still maintain my college weight, of 120 lbs, with regular trips to the gym. I like to think I carry it well on my 5'8" frame. 

I pulled out my sexiest black and fuscia push-up bra that barely covered my nipples and gave my 34C's a healthy boost. I pulled the matching boy short style panties up around my 36" hips and smoothed my hands down my tanned legs as I took a slow spin in front of the mirror tacked to the back of the closet door. 'Not bad' I thought to myself as I picked up the slinky black dress and shimmied into it. I stepped into my four inch heels, touched up my make-up and headed downstairs where Danny sat watching television. 

He looked up and smiled at me, "Looking good Mom!" 

I smiled, waved as I grabbed my keys, and shouted "Thanks honey, don't wait up!" as I strolled out the door. 

Minutes later I was throwing back martinis with the girls and batting my lashes shamelessly at any cute guy who'd look my way. This is the point where everything gets fuzzy and Danny began filling things in from what the girls had told him.

According to what Catherine told Danny, just as I was polishing off my second martini I checked my phone and found a voicemail from my husband. I punched it up and listened before slamming the phone back in my purse and running off to the bathroom. Catherine followed and found me sobbing into a wad of tissue in one of the stalls. 

I explained that James, my husband, had left me a voicemail telling me he was leaving me for that tramp of a secretary of his. He wasn't coming home until he'd found a place to move into, and then only to pick up his things. 

Catherine helped me dry my tears and remind me what the last few months, years really, had been like -- with barely any intimacy and time together. He'd obviously been at this for a while. The more she talked the more my vodka addled brain swirled it all together into a righteous indignation that swept through and invigorated me. I cleaned up my face, applied new lipstick and marched out to the bar. Catherine thought things were looking up...until I ordered another martini, tossed it back in one big gulp and strode over to the nearest cute guy and stuck my tongue down his throat. 

After a moment's shocked hesitation Catherine and Tami grabbed my arms and pulled me out of my willing lover's arms and bundled me into Tami's Toyota Camry to take me home.

The two managed to get me stumbling to the door, rang the bell and got Danny to help me inside where they dumped me on the couch. 

The girls were pretty tired out and it was already after midnight so they went on home and left me in Danny's care. 

Danny tried to get me to drink water, but I was still too upset about my husband's betrayal and between the alcohol and my mood I was also feeling very uninhibited. Since I wouldn't drink any water, Danny put his shoulder under my arm and half carried, half walked me to my bedroom. 

I'm not sure whether I believe what he told me next.

If what Danny says is true, I didn't recognize who he was and kept trying to un-tuck his shirt and stick my hand down his pants while he walked me to my room. When we got there he turned me to face him and sat me on the edge of the bed. I was still fumbling with his belt, which was difficult to open because he had a boner (from his mother?!). He took a step back, trying to disengage from me and, still holding the top of his pants I slid forward off the bed and onto my knees on the floor in front of him giving him a great view down the front of my dress. This tussle had also allowed me to pull his belt open and before he could protest again I had his pants unbuttoned and unzipped. 

It was Danny's turn to be stunned into inaction as I rubbed my cheek against the bulge of his erection through his underwear before stroking it and finally pulling the elastic band down away from his cock. As I pulled down his boxers his cock fell forward and smacked my nose and slid down my cheek leaving a trail of pre-cum. 

Danny was too aroused to move and just stood and stared as I turned my face to the side and licked his shaft from his base to just behind his crown. I then proceeded to 'Hoover him like a vacuum!' 

He said he was rooted to the floor in awe, never thinking that his beautiful mother would ever actually act out one of his wet dreams in real life. I made a mental note to talk to him further about these 'wet dreams' of his. This was too much for him to take and he quickly shot his load into my mouth, watching as it spilled out of the corners of my lips and dripped down onto my cleavage and dress (I guess I didn't have great control of my lip muscles after 3 martinis). 

When he finally finished cumming he staggered back, his dick sliding out of my cum-dripping lips, while I leaned back contentedly against the bed. He pulled off his pants to free his legs and tried to decide what to do now.

He told me I looked like I was going to fall asleep right there and he didn't want me to wake up cramped and disheveled, crumpled at the foot of my bed so he managed to get me on my feet and slide my dress down my body before I fell back on the bed. At this point he was feeling bolder after having gotten sucked off by his mom; so he undid my bra and pulled my panties down so he could admire my naked body. Stripping off his own shirt, he crawled into bed next to me and began to massage my pussy and grope my breasts; to which I responded with moans my hands groping for his prick.

Danny took my exploration as a good sign and sucked on my right breast before kissing down my stomach and through my trimmed bush to lick at my pussy. He wanted to return the favor to me and proceeded to eat me out as he'd learned to do in high school, apparently having had a lot of practice with his senior year girlfriend. 

That would certainly explain the warm cozy feeling I'd felt in my stomach when I woke up. He said after he brought me to a gasping orgasm, he crawled up next to me to curl up while I fondled his balls in afterglow. The last thing he remembers was me kissing his stomach and running my fingers through his coarse nest of hair. 

As his story concluded I stumbled back to sit in the chair at my vanity, hand covering my mouth, eyes wide while I tried to digest what had supposedly happened. 

I looked out the window at the light streaming in; my eyes roamed across the floor to my dress crumpled on the floor near the foot of the bed at Danny's feet, up his legs (Oh my God!) his cock had grown stiffer during the telling of his tale and was hanging down a good 7 inches and it wasn't even fully hard yet! 

I needed to get dressed and have some time to think about this without getting distracted by his tumescent manhood.

Fortunately it was Saturday I didn't have to go to work, but Danny had to get ready to go to his weekend job, they still hadn't switched him to full time yet after graduation last weekend. I ordered him out of my room and told him to go to work; we'd talk about this when he got home. 

Danny hung his head as he walked out of the room, stooping to pick up his clothes on the way. I closed the door behind him and when, a few minutes later, I heard his shower start I threw the sheet on the bed and began to pick up the pieces.

I picked up my underwear where it was crumpled on the bed and my bra next to it on the floor. It didn't seem the worse for wear. Then I picked up my dress, as I held it up before me I could clearly see twin trails of glistening residue that was unmistakably cum stains dripping from the top edge of the bodice down to where my breasts would have curved under when I wore it.

I tossed it on the bed, gasping again at this presumable evidence proving Danny's story. As I was contemplating this I heard the shower shut-off, I strode to my closet and pulled on a robe and walked back to my window where I stared dazedly out at our quiet, normal neighborhood. 

Some minutes later I watched as Danny exited out the front door and moodily crossed the lawn to his car, the car wash uniform cap pulled low over his eyes. As he drove off I decided to go downstairs and find my phone.

I found my purse on the floor by the couch and dug out my phone; dialing up voicemail I heard my husband's voice telling me he was leaving me for his secretary. 

It seemed like Danny's story was true then. I'd gotten drunk, and apparently slutty, at hearing my husband abandon me in a voicemail and seduced my own son. I slumped on the couch and stared blankly at the black TV screen, trying to figure out what to do with the pieces of my life.



Rude Awakening



It's an unusual day in many ways.

For a start I've got the day off work and have the entire day to myself. It is very unusual for me to take time off work, but I have just been on a long business trip and did not arrive home until the early hours of the morning. I sent a text to my boss when I got home informing him that I would not be in work today.

When I do have some time off it is not unusual for my wife, Jean, to spoil it by giving me a huge list of household chores, but not today! She must have felt sorry me.

My first priority is to catch up on some sleep. I have been drifting in and out of sleep since Jean left for work at 8am. It's that lovely feeling when you just roll over and allow yourself to just drift off.

It must have been at 10am when I heard the front door open. Either Jean had returned home early or her mother, Rita, the only other person with a front door key, has called round.

Anyway, I just allow my self to drift off back to sleep and into a nice horny dream.

I am woken some time later by the sound of a vacuum cleaner being manoeuvred just outside my bedroom door. 

I'm just lying there on my back covered by a light cotton sheet. It's too warm for pyjamas or underwear. I am still reacting to the dream I have just been woken out of and find that I have a real diamond cutter of an erection going on.

I can hear Rita speaking on her mobile phone while she works. She is telling my wife that she is giving the house a good cleaning as a favour to her. She also tells her that she will try not to wake me. Good news, I think to myself, she will be gone soon.

I thought I would treat myself to a nice wank but before I can even get started I hear the bedroom door start to open. I don't want Rita to see I am awake because she would just start to bore me with all the normal crap she talks. I think that if she sees I am asleep she will just fuck off and leave me alone.

I shut my eyes and make deep breathing and small snoring sounds and wait for her to leave.

I become conscious of how I must look. I am pretty much spread-eagled, my left arm and some of my left leg, from the knee down, are sticking out from under the sheet. Also, I still have a hard-on. I hope it isn't too obvious.

Instead of just closing the door and leaving, I hear her fumbling around, dusting the bedroom furniture in that clumsy way she has got about her. God I wish she would just get lost.

I am now very conscious of my hard-on but the more I try to switch off and make it go away the more my mind kept playing tricks on me, remembering different flashes from the dream, making my cock throb & stiffen even more.

I felt like a right twat just lying there feigning sleep, but I can't just wake up now with my cock standing to attention. She would probably think she was the cause of it. Like fuck. I would rather stick it a tin of worms!

It's not that she is pig ugly or anything. It's just that she's a nosey, interfering old bastard who never has a good word to say about me. Anytime she is around Jean she spends the whole time just slagging me off. I can't stand her. What worse, Jean actually feels sorry for her, living all alone since her husband died 10 years ago, and would like her to move in with us. No fucking way.

Even with those thoughts going around my head I am disturbed to find that I still can't get shot of this hard-on.

I can hear Rita opening Jean's wardrobe and putting her clothes away. I think I will take a chance and open one eye slightly to see what she was doing. Sure enough, she has her back to me. I open both eyes and adjust to the light. She is wearing the green nylon housecoat that she always seems to wear. She must have owned that housecoat for years; certainly it had probably fitted her a lot better when she bought it. The poppers that keep it buttoned up were always under immense strain. Mind you she did have huge tits.

As she closes the wardrobe I continue to feign sleep. Once again I breathe heavily and make some more 'pretend' sleeping sounds. Why doesn't she just go?

I think I hear her make her way over to the foot of the bed. I can feel her gently smoothing down the sheet at the foot of the bed. She then tucks the sheet tidily into the right side of the bed before making her way over to the left side.

She pulls the sheet over my exposed leg and also covers my left arm. What the hell is she doing? Doesn't she realise that I am still in bed?

My erection is get progressively harder and is actually starting to hurt. This is getting really awkward. My eyes are still shut but I get the feeling that she is just standing there at the side of the bed.

With my eyes shut tightly I am more aware of my other senses.

I can smell her perfume and also hear her shallow breathing. I'm sure she must be able to see the tent that my cock was making in the bed sheet, especially now that she had smoothed the sheet down around me. God, I can actually feel my cock throbbing and twitching. I wish it would go away.

I can hear the gentle splash of Jean moving a bucket or bowl of water to the side of the bed. I can smell warm soapy water. For a horrible moment I think she might be planning to give me a bed bath!

It is probably not too late for me to 'wake up' but I feel compelled to find out what she is up to. I am very curious and, to be honest, quite aroused at the thought of my mother looking at me in this state. I decide to go with it for a while longer.

Now I hear Rita unfasten the poppers on her green housecoat. One, two, three, four, five. How many are there? Then I hear the distinct sound of her sliding it off her shoulders and letting it drop onto the floor. What is she wearing under the housecoat? Is she standing there naked just a few inches away from me? Should I risk opening my eyes a little to check? Oh God, this is getting worse. My prick is straining against the sheet, my balls feel like they will explode, my shaft is straining and throbbing like hell. Why is my imagination playing tricks on me like this?

Surely it is just my imagination. She is probably just a little hot. She is probably just wearing the normal, boring crap she always wears. My cock is still rigid, however, at the thought that those huge melons might be swaying away, naked, just inches away from my face.

Then I feel Rita start to adjust my bedding again. This time she seems to be smoothing it down around my actual body. She works her way down my left side and then down my right until the sheet is pulled tightly across my chest, tummy and hips, my cock sticking up like a tent-pole. 

She then starts working her way up both sides of my left leg; smoothing the sheet tightly to the form of my calf, knee and thigh. I feel her get closer, and closer to my balls. I am struggling to maintain the illusion of being asleep. My breathing is getting erratic; I am twitching more and more as she gets closer to my cock. God, I hope she thinks I am dreaming.

My senses seem to be on high alert. I am bombarded with sensations, mostly from my throbbing cock. Her smell is all around me. I am focussed on every sound. I try to picture what is going on around me. It just makes me more aroused.

She stops suddenly then commences to do the same thing along my right leg. My heart is pounding as she gets closer, and closer to my bollocks. Will she smooth the sheet over my tight ball-sac? Will she now smooth the sheet over my stiff cock?

I become aware that I am now actually hoping fervently that Rita will touch my cock. I desperately want her to smooth her palm over my balls, to stroke her fingers up and down my raging shaft. I want to feel 'owned' by her. For her to be able to use me in any way she wishes. My worse fear now is that I will betray myself by shooting my load. How will I explain that?

I have never felt so conscious of my cock. It seems as though all my senses are focussed entirely within this protrusion of throbbing flesh. I want to arch my back, to pull back my foreskin, to wank myself furiously, but there is no relief -- just building excitement and frustration and anticipation. My mind is in a whirl.

Then I feel it. Just a slight graze. Just the slightest brush of Rita's hand against my balls. I'm sure I quivered.

Then it happens. She smooths the sheet tightly around my balls. Her hand pushes as far up my thighs as possible. Brushing lightly against my balls. And, unbelievably, smoothing her palm over the sheet over my balls. My mind is in turmoil. How can this be happening? What is she doing? All I know is it feels wonderful. It's like the most exciting thing I can imagine. This can't be happening.

My breath is coming in rasps now. How to maintain the illusion of sleep. If I 'wake' now what could I say? What could I do? I certainly dodn't want to start fondling, kissing, fucking my mother! God No! I don't want anything to come between me and her daughter. I decide to fight the good fight and maintain the illusion.

Now her hand is moving over the sheet up my straining shaft. It feels fantastic. She had now smoothed the sheet to a perfect impression of my throbbing prick. I must look like a gift wrapped present. My body is tightly enclosed in the bed sheet. Every contour visible to my mother. Where is she going with this?

Then she takes my left hand and pulls it from under the sheet. She leans forward and lowers her tit into my palm. My God, her breasts are bare. She must be naked. Why? I can feel her hard nipple grazing across my palm. She then leans further forward and lowers her tits until they are brushing over my face. My cock is at the point of bursting. It has never felt so hard, so stiff, so big!

Now I feel her slowly peeling back the sheet, starting from my left arm. My chest is exposed, then my tummy. She stops just before my throbbing cock-head comes into view. My breath is coming in gasps now. I try to control myself. My mother is actually going to see me naked. Not just naked, but fully aroused. My cock is bursting at the thought.

She now starts peeling the sheet away from my left leg. Past my knee. Up my thigh. Until I am sure that I can feel the cool air on my bollocks. Then I feel her run her fingertips up my sac between my balls and I nearly explode.

She then pulls the sheet away from cock so that I am completely naked to her gaze. Oh the exquisite pleasure of it. The delicious feeling of something so raw, so wrong, so irreversible.

I hear her fumbling around with something. What I hear next is completely unexpected. I hear her taking photographs with her camera phone. One, two, then she puts one hand on my balls, three, four, then she grips my cock for the first time, five, six, seven, then she puts something hard and cold next to my cock, I think it's a ruler. She takes photo number eight. I think she is measuring my cock. Why? And why take a photo of it?

I am getting concerned now. I don't know how this is going to work out. How will it end? How much further will Rita go? Is she on a mission to humiliate me?

I hear the water slop about and suddenly feel a couple droplets land on my chest then my tummy. Without warning my cock is then suddenly enveloped by a warm, soapy flannel. Rita is washing my cock! What a feeling. How I hang onto my cargo I do not know.

Next comes the soft dry towel. She dries off my cock and my balls with very gentle, almost loving, attention. Please stop. Please don't stop. I am in a right state of confusion. The only part of me that is not bewildered is my cock. It is screaming out for satisfaction.

Then she starts to clamber onto the bed. She is straddling my left arm, she is leaning over my body. Is she looking at my eyes? Looking for a tell-tale sign that I am awake? She must know I am awake. Why don't I just open my eyes and get it over with?

Then I am aware of her hair brushing over my tummy moving toward my bursting cock. I am also aware that she is lowering her bottom half onto my outstretched arm.

I feel the warm wetness of her pussy descend onto my palm. I feel the fine pubic hair first, closely followed by her sopping wet gash. It feels fantastic. It's hard to imagine that it could feel so nice. Then I am shocked to feel her lips close over my penis. Oh my God, I think I'm going to shoot my load. I switch to full self-control mode. It's barely working. I can feel her cunt rubbing against my hand, but I daren't stroke it. I can feel her lips wrapped around my cock but I daren't slide it back and fore. I can feel my juices rise but I daren't allow myself release.

Now she straddles my head with her legs and starts to lower herself toward my face. She is now really sucking my cock. My God, she could suck a golf ball up a hose pipe. She could really teach her daughter a trick or two.

It must be safe to look now. I open my eyes and what do I see? Rita's big, naked pussy is descending onto my face. I never thought I would see that! I take in as much detail as I can. I can see her pubes, her clit, her hole. I can even see her arsehole. Then it becomes blurred as it get closer and closer to my face.

She lowers it completely onto my face. I am overwhelmed by the tastes and odours that consume me. Dare I lick it? Dare I kiss it? She starts to gently slide it up and down my features. My chin, my lips, my nose. I hope I'm not going to suffocate. 

I lightly flick my tongue over her clit. I wonder if she can tell. She is still sliding her pussy gently over my face. Every time her clit passes my lips I give it a little lick. She starts to slide more quickly. Even though she is still sucking my cock like her life depends on it, I can hear her moans grow and become more urgent.

Then her body tenses and starts to shudder. She is having an orgasm. I can feel some juices ooze from her hole. She slows down and relaxes.

My cock is in agony. If I don't cum soon I think I will faint. I am still 'asleep' and Rita climbs off the bed.

Is that it? Is that how it ends?

Then I hear Rita ask, "David, are you still asleep?"

I feign a small snoring sound.

Then I hear Rita say, "Well if you slept through that you probably would sleep through anything. So there's no danger that what I going to do now will wake you."

I continued to pretend to be asleep. I know she knows I'm awake. We both know that I cannot break the illusion now. I am going to have to see it through. What is she going to do now?

She climbs back onto the bed and this time straddles my aching cock. I shudder as she lowers her pussy onto it. I can feel the tip of my cock throbbing at the entrance of her cunt. She is stroking the tip along her gash and now she is positioning it back at her entrance. She engages the head and then, in one slick movement, consumes my entire shaft in a warm, wet, velvety grip. My God, I'm fucking my mother. 

She starts to grind her clit against my groin and again I can feel her building to orgasm. I don't think I can take any more. I've got to let go. I'm so frustrated.

Rita blurts out, "Of course, you could always have a wet dream."

With that she leans forward and falls onto my chest. I can feel her big tits against me. She puts her lips to mine and forces her tongue into my mouth. I reach up with one hand and squeeze her tit then roll her nipple in my fingers. I slide my other hand between us and move it down onto her naked pussy and start to finger her clit. I start to fuck her with all my might. We are kissing really deeply and she is coming as I stroke her clit. She is holding onto me so tightly I can hardly breathe. My cock is now stroking in and out at top speed and I feel that unmistakable feeling. I am past the point of no return and I am coming. I am now emptying my seed at full bore into Rita.

We hold onto one another until our senses return to a more normal level.

Rita looks up to find that I am still 'sleeping'. She slides off my cock and allows our fluids to drip out onto my tummy.

"Sweet dreams." She says and plants a kiss on my cock.

I hear her put her housecoat back on then take another couple of pictures before she leaves the bedroom and closes the door after her.

I open my eyes and am just about to get up and take a shower when Rita barges back into the bedroom.

"Oh sorry," she says, "I thought you were in work today."

She looks at my limp cock and says, "Jesus, cover yourself up. You look like you have been masturbating or something. Is that what you do when you have the place to yourself? You are a naughty little boy."

I pull the sheet over my lower half and apologise.

When I look at Rita I realise that she has not bothered to close the housecoat completely. Her tits are almost spilling out and I can see her pubic hair flash in and out of view as she walks around the bedroom. I feel a twitch in my groin and realise that I want to strip her off and fuck her again. 

Then I notice she is browsing through the photo gallery on her camera phone. She looks confidently at me and begins to speak.

"Now I've been meaning to ask you. How would you feel about my coming here to live with you? I've spoken to Jean and she said you wouldn't allow it. What do you say?"



Rude Awakening



Ben needed to get away, away from friends, family and his new life. He had discovered that money had a way of changing people, mostly those closest to him.

Ben never thought that the change to his life from winning millions in the lottery would be a negative one, but with his new gain had come a giant loss. His friends and family now viewed him only as a bank capable of dispensing free cash. 

Ben never had any issues sharing in his newfound good fortune, inviting those close to help celebrate with him. He also had no problem lending out money to those in a tight spot. After all what good are massive riches without people to share it with. But after a while it started to build up, people didn't want to hang out with Ben the person; they wanted Ben the millionaire who could afford to pay for everything from drinks at the bar to holidays and cars.

Ben decided he needed a break from those around him, he decided he would take a road trip to give himself time to think of what he wanted to do next. The next morning Ben packed his car with the bare essentials and drove off in whatever direction took his fancy. 

That night he stayed in the first Motel he passed after it started to get dark, he could have driven around looking for something a bit more upmarket but he wanted to forget about how much money he was currently worth. Ben got up early the next morning; the cheap motel mattress had done him no favours. He figured he would get back on the road as soon as possible. He didn't know where he was heading but he knew he just wanted to drive.

Two days and almost 1000km later he was driving through a quiet town with a number of large properties; one of them had a "For Sale" sign out the front. He decided to take a look so he drove through the Iron Gate along the long winding driveway up to the house. When he got up to the house he saw a man and woman working in the gardens outside. 

"Here to see the place?" the man said. 

"I would love to be able to have a look around, if that's ok?" Ben replied. 

"Sure, are you looking for a place to buy? Because this is a rare beauty, over a century old as well." replied the man. 

"I have been contemplating looking into property." said Ben. 

"My name is Paul, and this is my wife Jane." 

The two men shook hands and Ben nodded to Jane.

"Hello, my name is Ben. 

Paul and Jane gave Ben a tour of the property starting with the massive grounds, the big manmade lake with a jetty leading out over the water. 

Lastly he saw inside the massive building itself. The rooms were all empty and free of furniture but the place had all its fixtures and running water and working power. 

Paul had explained the history of the place. It had belonged to a family who many in the local town had considered cursed. At one stage a family of five, the mother had died when the children were all young leaving the father to look after two boys and one daughter by himself. 

When World War 2 had broken out the boys were both over 18 and were both drafted. After hearing the news of both his sons being killed in action the father had turned to drinking, one night while driving home from the pub he drove off the road into a tree killing him instantly. 

The girl was the only one from the family remaining; at the time 21 years old inherited the house and what money the family had. But she later vanished never to be seen again. The last time she had been seen was the morning the police had delivered the news of her father. 

Paul also explained that since the place had been discovered abandoned with no other living relatives the bank had taken possession and for 20 years had no luck selling it. The locals would not go near it; it had made it hard to sell despite the cheap price.

Ben had fallen in love with the place, he could picture himself living here and making the place his own. This was also an offer he simply could not pass up. He asked Paul when the soonest he could have someone look over the place and if all went well buy it to move in. 

"There is a guy just in town he could have this place inspected in a day or two, if you are really interested." said Paul.

Ben decided he would stay in the local bar in town which had a few rooms available while all the paper work and checks were taken care of.

That night after checking in he decided he would have a drink down in the pub with the locals, after all if he was going to be moving in to the area this might very well soon become his newest watering hole.

News had travelled fast; everyone knew the instant he walked in as the outsider looking to buy the "cursed" place. Every one of the patrons had their own story of some experience they claimed to have having to do with the folklore; Stories of Electronics not working, lights bulbs exploding or Dogs barking at nothing as they went past. They all wanted to give Ben their warnings about the place.

The next day after having a look through the town to get his bearings on the place Ben received a call from the guy that Paul had recommended to inspect the place. He gave Ben the all clear and said that Paul would be available the next day to finalize the sale after he had the opportunity to look over the evaluation. 

He spent that night at the hotel thinking about the possibilities this new purchase would bring, and what furniture he could get and where to put it. 

The next morning came quickly, and all the paper work had been finalized before 11am. He was finally alone with his new purchase and spent the first 2 hours inspecting the grounds again.

Ben stopped for lunch he started compiling a list of requirements and ideas for each room listing all the furniture he planned to buy. 

In the afternoon he headed to the local store to fill up on the basics; so that he could continue living in this place and even managed to buy a Queen bed and have it delivered that day. 

After setting up what basics he already had; Ben decided he would relax from all his hard work of the day by relaxing in his new bathtub. Exhaustion quickly took hold and it wasn't long until he drifted off to sleep in the bath.

Something started to draw him out of his sleep, a strange but familiar sensation. He slowly opened his eyes to take in the surroundings of his bathtub. 

The light in the bathroom was dim and he couldn't make out all the details out perfectly, but something stood out of place to him. A dark silhouette appeared to be leaning over the bathtub in front of him and Ben had now placed the strange sensation he was feeling; it felt like he was getting a blowjob. 

Ben tried to concentrate on the dark shape in front of him, he could just make out what appeared to be the shape of a woman with long dark flowing hair bent over the side over the bath with its head floating around his waist and he could feel what felt like a tongue making its way up and down his penis. 

He jumped in shock from what he was experiencing, blinking hard to focus on what he was seeing and the silhouette and the sensation he felt had disappeared. Confused by what had just happened Ben rubbed his eyes and got out of the bath and grabbed his towel. "What was that? Was I dreaming?" he thought to himself. 

For a moment it had felt so real to him. He thought it must have been some strange dream from working so hard. He decided to put the strange moment behind him and go to bed. It wasn't long before he drifted off to sleep again in his new bed. 

Again a strange sensation awoke him from his slumber, his eyes adjusting to the darkness of his new room. Once more his eyes picked up the sight of a strange silhouette now hovering over him, but this time he could not move. 

Ben's body felt paralysed and unable to move all he could do was look around at what was taking place before him. The silhouette started to take shape and he could see the outline of the same woman taking form before him as his eyes finally adjusted. The dark figure now appeared clearer to Ben than before.

He could now see more than just its outline and long dark hair, he could also see some detail in its face and the fact that she appeared to be completely naked and sitting atop him. "You are dreaming again he said to himself, just wake up." But no matter how much he willed it he couldn't seem to move or wake up from what he thought had to be a dream. 

He felt a cold chill suddenly across his chest and his eyes looked in the direction to see his sheets were being pulled off him towards the end of the bed. He started to feel exposed as he looked up at the figure whose face looked like it had a smile across its face. It didn't seem menacing to Ben but the strange experience didn't seem to sit well with him. 

She appeared to be attractive and from what Ben could tell in the darkness she seemed to have a nice body as well. He tried his best to convince himself of his current dream state but the longer he laid there the less he believed it. He was in a new house he had just bought himself that the locals had called haunted, lying in his brand new bed paralysed with what had to be a naked ghost on top of him. 

His bed sheets hit the floor at the end of his bed leaving him lying there completely exposed, he could feel the cold breeze from an open window right across his body. "Who are you?" he said aloud. There was no reply. He continued staring up at her pretty smiling face and watched as she started to move closer to him. Her face getting closer to his until it was all he could see. 

Ben felt a cold sensation on his forehead as it looked like she had moved in for a kiss. "I felt that!" he thought in a panic. "Am I going crazy?" he asked himself. Then he felt something new, something lower. Something he hadn't felt in a while, but this time it was different, slightly colder. He was inside the ghost; the ghost was having sex with him. The idea seemed like the craziest thing he could imagine, but it was happening. 

She was now sitting up again away from his face and Ben could see everything now. He could see her start to writhe on top of him slowly and he could feel her every movement as her ghostly vagina was clasped tightly around his penis. It felt cold but it also felt wet, Ben figured this wasn't the time to discuss the semantics of ghost sex. 

He could feel her starting to get into it as she finally started to move her body up and down on his shaft. Her breasts started to bounce as she found her rhythm and then something else startled Ben he could hear her. She started to make sounds as she slowly rode him but he wasn't hearing them with his ears, the sounds appeared to be going right into his head like he was listening to something with headphones. 

He wanted to touch her, see if he could feel her for himself, but his arms lay firmly at his side. All he could do was lay and watch this strange act unfold before him.

He could feel her start to pick up her pace further and he watched as she began to move on top of him faster and faster. Her voice inside his head started to get louder as well as she started almost shouting in what sounded like the build up to an orgasm, it became almost too loud in his head as the sounds grew louder.

Not able to move Ben lay there listening to what were the moans of a ghost having sex with him that he could hear inside his head as he watched her beautiful white body bounce up and down on his penis, her breasts bouncing with her and her hair swaying with the momentum he saw that her eyes appeared to now be closed. But this wasn't only working for her; the sensation of her slightly cold and wet tight vagina sliding up and down on his penis was starting to work for Ben as well. Despite how odd this entire situation was for him, it had not failed to turn him on. After all an attractive female was having sex with him, even if she wasn't completely real. 

Ben could feel himself reaching climax and by the sounds of her in his head, so was she. He thought to himself "how could this even work?" It didn't take long for him to find out the answer. The sped up movements of her working her way up and down his penis mixed with the sound of her reaching her climax sent him over the edge. Ben could feel himself Cumming inside her and he could see that she could feel it too. Ben could see a pleased expression across her face. 

Still unable to move he then felt her cuddle up close to him while still inside her. He could feel her body close to his, her breasts pressed up around his chest and her waist and legs wrapped around his, and her face nestled close to his neck it felt both distressing and calming to Ben. Unable to move the excitement helped him to quickly drift off to sleep again. 

The morning light and warmth awoke him from what felt like a deep sleep. He looked out the window into the light and then down at the bed to see his self still exposed with no sheets to be seen. 

Lying there naked he could looked down and saw his penis, he jumped up startled remembering what he had experienced last night. Still not completely sure if the events from last night had actually occurred he grabbed his penis, it was still covered in fluid. "Did that happen or was it just a really good wet dream?" he asked himself. Either way he needed to go take a shower and get cleaned up. 

After spending an hour in the shower going over and over what may or may not have happened that night he finally switched off the water and got out. He grabbed his towel and looked into the mirror, it had all fogged from the steam in the room from his hot shower but he could make out what looked like something written on the mirror in the steam. Ben saw the words "Thank you" on the mirror in the steam. Reading this Ben's heart skipped a beat, He wiped the writing away and as he did he saw her again, standing behind him briefly reflected in the mirror her face with that same familiar smile. He turned around; nothing.



Rude Awakening



"Missy," he said. Melissa recognised the voice instantly as Peter, her boyfriend, but she couldn't see. Something black was tied over her eyes, and she couldn't remove it; her wrists were cuffed to the bedposts. She sighed, it wasn't the first time she had woken up like this, but she hadn't been in this position when she went to bed. "So you're finally awake."

"What is this?" Melissa asked.

"You got a text last night. Do you know a Chad?"

"Sure, he works at that place we take the car."

"The auto garage, yes. He works there, but that text didn't have anything to do with our car. Say hello, Chad."

"H'lo," said Chad.

"What is this?" Melissa repeated.

"Well, Chad and I got to talking, and looking through your texting history, and I found a few other interesting names in there." Peter placed his hand on one restrained ankle, and ran his fingers gently up Melissa's calf. "Wayne, Ted, Laurence, Jennifer; these are just the ones I could get on such short notice." The bed rocked all around her as five people climbed aboard.

"I'm sorry, Missy," said Jennifer. "He said you were into it."

Melissa smiled slightly; she was into it, but she wouldn't get her punishment if she admitted it so soon. 

"You need to be taught a lesson, you slut," said Peter. His hand slipped up her thigh and beneath her negligee, then pinched her hard on her inner thigh. Melissa squirmed as her breast was taken roughly and squeezed, then massaged gently to make the stings fade and her nipple grow hard. A hand took her face, squeezing her cheeks to open her mouth and she recognized the cock shoved into it as Wayne's. It wasn't so much the cock itself, but the style of jamming it to the back of her throat. Melissa gagged on it, but ran her tongue along the bottom as it withdrew, then leaned forward to suck on it. Wayne took her by the messy braid she had been sleeping with to guide her ever deeper.

Wayne removed the blindfold, and removed his cock from her mouth as her eyes adjusted to the light. Jennifer was on the other side, dressed in her favorite corset and knee high leather boots, and she leaned forward to suck on him. With her hand, Jennifer caressed Melissa's right breast; the left was still being taken care of by Laurence. Jennifer went deep on the large cock, then came up and kissed her. Their tongues met briefly before Wayne stuck his cock between them, and they each began to lick a side. Melissa ran her tongue along the bottom and took his sac into her mouth, sucking on it before she pushed her tongue back up and around, meeting with Jennifer's again.

Suddenly there was a hard slap against the inside of her thigh, and the sound of it made everyone pause. Peter was kneeling between her spread legs, shaking his head. "You really are a fucking whore," he said, rubbing the place he had left a red mark the shape of his hand. He reached for her panties and pulled them out a few inches. "You're soaking wet."

Melissa bit her lip as she smiled at Peter. He was the only one fully dressed, but the bulge in his pants revealed he was enjoying it, too. 

Peter used a finger to trace a line along her labia, resting against her clit. "This is all swollen, too. Maybe you should see a doctor."

"Ted's a doctor," said Melissa.

Ted nodded, leaning down for a closer examination. He pressed two fingers into her pussy. "Seems like a normal reaction," he said, adding a third and twisting slightly as he thrust them in deep. He bent further to circle his tongue around her clit. "Tastes good," he reported, and continued to eat her out.

Jennifer leaned down to kiss her again, and Melissa squirmed in her binds, trying to open her legs wider for Ted and her mouth for Jennifer. Jennifer was pulled away by her scarlet hair by Peter to make room for Wayne's cock. Peter reached into Jennifer's corset, lifting her breast out the top and squeezing it gently as he held her tight against him. Her ass seemed to rock on its own, rubbing into Peter's groin and he reached around her lower with his other arm. He pulled the thong aside, and Jennifer's snatch was dripping wet, too. Peter held her there a moment to give Melissa a good look, then bent Jennifer over on her elbows and knees, ass high in the air. He spit on her asshole and lowered his tongue to it as he put a couple finger in her pussy. 

"Nice and tight," he said, glancing at Melissa. She shuddered at the sudden pressure Ted placed on her asshole as he sucked on her clit, watching covetously as Peter unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them open. His huge, erect cock sprang from them and he thrust it into Jennifer's pussy.

Jennifer moaned, then her mouth was filled by Chad's cock.

Melissa's left ankle was released from the cuff and her leg was pushed up and outward to provide Ted with better access. She went deeper on Wayne's cock, focusing on the movement of her tongue and lips along his shaft to keep from going crazy as Ted licked and sucked in short increments, still rubbing her asshole. She was rolled to her side as Ted withdrew his glistening fingers from her snatch. He rubbed his cock as he climbed over her, and inserted it into her pussy. Melissa joined her friend's moaning as he thrust deep into her, letting Wayne's cock fall from her mouth. 

Her left wrist was set free, and it went immediately to Wayne's cock. She jerked the slick shaft as she watched Peter fuck Jennifer, then looked down to where Laurence was leaning down to watch Ted fuck her, spreading her ass cheeks wide apart. 

Melissa's remaining cuffs were opened so she could be dragged to the edge of the bed. Ted lay down on his back and guided her over him so he could continue fucking her, and Laurence pushed the head of his cock into her ass. "Fuck me!" Melissa moaned as both cocks pushed balls deep into her at once. "Oh, Fuck!" 

Wayne repositioned himself on the bed to grab her head and bring her mouth onto his cock again. Melissa sucked enthusiastically, but she still couldn't take her eyes off where Peter's cock was ramming balls deep into Jennifer. She was sitting on him facing Melissa, and he was lifting Jennifer's leg to give the best view possible as he rubbed her clit in a circular motion, squeezing it between two fingers. 

Chad was kneeling next to her, squeezing her breast and kissing her while she jerked him off, but he was watching Melissa being penetrated in every hole she had. He shuddered a little as he came on Jennifer's upper thigh. Jennifer came, too, rocking frantically as she arched her back. Peter started fucking her harder and she started to scream, "Yes! Yes! YES!" 

Melissa was envious; Jennifer had always been a very agreeable girl, but Melissa didn't recall her ever agreeing quite so much or loudly with her. She suddenly choked as Wayne thrust his cock into her throat so he could ejaculate straight down, forcing her to swallow. 

Laurence pulled her up straight by her hair, changing the angle of penetration and causing her asshole to spasm ecstatically. He groped her breasts, squeezing her nipples hard as he thrust deeply, timing his thrusts with Ted so her ass and pussy were both stuffed together. 

Still, she just couldn't stop watching Jennifer as she was bent over and Peter drew his cock across her ass. Jennifer had been limp on the bed, but she tensed as he slapped his slick cock against her. He started rubbing it, rolling his hips, and teasing the woman who was still softly agreeing with him. Even more, he was teasing Melissa, looking at her while he played his cock around Jennifer's ass. 

"Oh, talk dirty to me, baby," said Laurence in Melissa's ear. He always liked hear descriptions of his orgasm as he experienced it.

"You swollen cock is so hot," she said. Melissa rolled her hips a little as Peter pushed into Jennifer's ass. "Mm, yes, jam that fucking cock in, harder, faster. Fuck that asshole. You like it best sticking it in the ass, don't you, you filthy fucker? Give it to her, then! Fucking come in her, you pussy, fill her ass up with your cum, and I'll lick it out of there!"

Peter only smiled crookedly, but Laurence took the advice, gripping her tightly to him as he came deep in her ass and for a few moments after, while his softening member could continue to fill her ass, she continued to ride Dr. Ted. Her body shuddered when Laurence pulled out, but she didn't miss a chance to thrust her hips against Ted. 

Jennifer was rocking in another orgasm as Peter thrust into her ass while finger fucking her cunt. She fell forward onto the bed, forcing Peter to withdraw with her final word, "No." He had finally achieved disagreement through exhaustion, but his cock was still huge and hard, throbbing with his frantic heartbeat. He beckoned to Melissa with a finger but she didn't move yet.

"Missy, I know you want this cock," he said. "Come here and sit on it."

Melissa kept riding Ted, leaning back to cup his balls in one hand. She looked down as Ted gripped her thighs, his body tensing as he climaxed. Melissa frowned down at him, then smiled up at Peter, climbing forward over Dr. Ted and meeting his embrace, meeting his lips. She opened her mouth and her tongue explored his as he lifted her up against him. He lowered her gently onto his rigid cock, and she guided it into her ass. She wrapped her legs around him, squeezing her legs and her asshole tight each time he withdrew to prepare for another thrust. 

His thick cock stretched her ass, and he kneaded it as he pulled her down against him. He put his head back as he pulled her down for one final thrust and rocked as he came into her ass. As he recovered he pushed her down without withdrawing and put his fingers into her pussy. With her ass so full of cock and cum and his expert manipulation of her dripping wet pussy, Melissa followed his orgasm almost immediately with one of her own. He withdrew at the peak of it, and Melissa curled up on the bed. It took a moment for her pussy and ass to relax from their contractions, and when she opened her eyes, Peter was gazing down on her.

"You win again," he said.

Melissa smiled blissfully, "Yeah. It was a good try, though. The surprise was a nice touch."

"I thought you'd like that. I'm going to get you one of these days."

Melissa smiled, closing her eyes as she stretched out. As long as he believed that, he would keep trying.