0 comments/ 11725 views/ 1 favorites Something Different By: Doc_Cox With one last thrust I pushed down onto Vicky as she lifted her hips accepting my sperm into her vagina. Moaning with pleasure I looked into Vicky's eyes and saw she wanted more so I pushed back against her pubic mound. Feeling the heat from our sex it only took a few movements before Vicky started to respond, gradually her forcefulness increased and the muscles of her vagina squeezed my now wilted manhood. As we ground out our love her passion built until I felt that familiar sensation around my penis, waves of pleasure carrying my sperm deep into her womb. Sated we stopped, hot and sweaty, we held each other close. I pushed against Vicky again to see if she wanted another orgasm but there was no response. Instead, smiling to me, she gently lifted one leg, this was our secret language, and I knew it was a gesture to move off her. Slipping easily from her wet vagina I rolled away to lay next to her on the bed. The air was perfumed with our sex, and as the early morning light streamed through the light weight curtains Vicky looked gorgeous. Her naked body was flushed from our efforts and covered in a fine sheen of perspiration. I felt love and we spooned together talking quietly, coming down from that physical and emotional high. The morning had started somewhat normally for a weekend. After waking we showered and then went back to bed on the pretence of enjoying the closeness. But our naked bodies soon generated arousal and it wasn't long before my hands were dancing over Vicky's body. What followed you know about. Vicky and I have been together for a long time, and we're intensely happy about this. The love we feel adds to our lives in so many ways both emotionally and physically. However, it has meant that sexually we've tended to fall into something of a rut. As we both work long hours we rarely have sex during the week, let alone make love, and so the weekends tend to be something of a sex fest with a lot of focus on orgasm. Don't get me wrong this is no bad thing and as we lay there the conversation moved around to this subject. 'Bob, are you happy with the way we make love?' 'Sure, I think your fabulous and really I enjoy the intimacy. Why, don't you?' 'Yes, it's just I sometimes think that it would be good if we weren't so intent on having sex, and just spent longer leading up to the event.' 'Yeah, I know what you mean. I'd like that too, but it's hard. Just today as I was starting to massage your calves and thighs you reached down grabbing my cock and pulled it towards you. Don't get me wrong this isn't something I want you to stop, but it's also something I'm not going to be able to easily resist. It's not every day I look down on a naked lady, legs open wide, who's encouraging me to unleash a load into her willing vagina.' 'Sorry, it's just you feel so good inside me. Especially when you first push into me, that just feels yummy!' 'Yeah, I know that but why don't we try something different like…..' That was it then, after a little more discussion we came up with a plan. This weekend we'd continue with our normal sex fest. Next weekend was out, as it was Vicky's period, but the weekend after offered opportunities. The plan was to resist the urge to shag like to newly acquainted teenagers and build the anticipation through a number of simple rules. On the Saturday in question the following would apply: 1)Up until noon we could kiss and cuddle, but we had to remain modestly clothed and there would be no touching of our private parts. 2)After noon, and up until 2 in the afternoon we could be naked in each other's presence, but again there was no touching of the other's private parts. 3)Between 2 and 4 we could touch each other intimately. But it wasn't until after 4 o'clock that we could have full penetrative sex. In the event that it all got too much for either of us, if somebody said 'Homemade Apple pie' then these rules were to be thrown out of the window and we'd be able to fuck like rabbits. But, the forfeit for that person would be to cook dinner, and do the dishes every day for a month. Now this may sound complicated, but if you think about it everything is pretty straightforward and if we can remain disciplined will lead to something of a climax. Once this plan had been set something immediately changed. For the first few days, in the lead up to Vicky's period, we had sex twice even though it was a working week. Believe me this was virtually unknown, and on occasion we hinted to each other that we were trying to image what we could do, within the rules, to, let's say, encourage, the other on the Day. The weekend before the event, we were 'forced' into not having sex as it was that time of the month. So, as always, we used this as an excuse to have some free time to ourselves. Vicky went shopping whilst I beavered away in my garage, which I used as a workshop. The weekend came and went, and as the following days past there became almost a palpable feeling of excitement and anticipation about the events of the coming weekend. On the Friday evening we sat together watching a film with a glass of wine, just unwinding from the week, hardly talking the excitement was that great. By now my balls were really full, and a couple of times I thought I'd say 'Homemade Apple pie' right at the start just to off load. The forfeit seemed a small price to pay. And I could tell things were not going to be easy for Vicky either. As we both normally sleep naked this had to change. So that night I wore my underpants and Vicky wore a loose fitting white T-shirt and a pair of panties. This change of habit, or the anticipation meant that we didn't drop off as quickly as normal and just when I was thinking about going downstairs to make a cup of tea when I awoke to a beautiful sunny morning. Saturday had arrived. Vicky was still asleep even though it had gone 10, laying on her back with the covers thrown back, obviously hot unused to the extra layers. Golden hair framed her face and cascaded over her shoulder. Immediately, I felt my pupils dilate and noticed a stirring down below. Outlined by that loose white T-shirt Vicky's breasts rose and fell in a slow almost hypnotic rhythm. Moving my eyes down her body the hem of the T-shirt had been drawn up to reveal her flat and slightly tanned belly. Following a faint line of soft downy hair I was greeted by the sight of her plain, pale pink panties lifting slightly where they stretched across her hips revealing small caverns leading to the heart of her femininity. One leg had been bent slightly, opening her thighs and I could see where the material was covering that groove which I so want to explore. Everything in my world was silent as I took in this exquisite image, everything that is except for the sound of her breath which was as gentle as the sound of waves on beach at the end of a hot still day. By now I was harder than I thought I could ever be and that forfeit was beginning to seem like a pleasure. But I held back, today was going to be special for us, and to use it up so soon would be unfair. Rising from the bed I moved to the en-suite and took a shower, after towelling dry I put on clean underwear and returned to the bedroom. Vicky was awake. I knew she liked being woken in this way (it was a perk of having been together so long) it was something to do with knowing I was there and yet being able to remain snug in bed. Smiling I jumped onto the bed and finished towelling my hair which I left sticking up all over the place when I dropped the towel on the floor. Reaching up Vicky ran her hand through my hair smoothing it out and then pulled me down to her for our first morning kiss. Effortlessly I slipped back under the covers and pulled her to me. Rules or no rules she couldn't fail to notice my erection and I was pleased to notice a slight pressure coming from her. Our early morning kiss turned into a passionate embrace and I was soon laying between Vicky's legs my manhood pressing against what must have been her moist vagina. 'What next? Ready for some Apple pie?' I casually asked pulling back with some effort from the urgency we obviously felt. 'Nothing's NEXT, yet. That is unless you are ready for some dessert?' 'Not me, I could go all day.' I lied. 'Anyway, nothing much has happened, just a morning kiss.' With that, Vicky raised her eyes and bucked her hips pushing onto my erection. Laughing I rolled away and Vicky got up to take a shower. Not wanting to be tempted be the aroma of her body as she stepped out of the shower I went down to get breakfast ready. Whilst this was cooking I left the curtains closed at the front of the house but opened the curtains that covered the windows facing out on the back garden. As it was one of those crisp spring mornings I turned the heating up a couple of degrees, no point in having to cover up because of it being chilly. Hearing the shower stop I finished preparing breakfast and took everything through. Vicky came down the stairs and breezed into the breakfast room with an airy 'Morning'. Turning back from the window Vicky sashayed past me wearing nothing but a white sports top and high cut white panties. As she moved past me her hand ran delicately across my stomach, she must have been able to feel the butterflies in there caused by the sheer excitement she'd generated. 'Morning.' I replied. 'That new? Those things you're wearing.' 'Oh these, yeah, picked them up last week whilst out shopping. Do you like them?' With that Vicky stood up and pivoted first to the left and then the right, showing off the line of her thigh, hips and breast in the most delicious way. 'Like them? You look terrific in them.' 'Good, what's for brekkie? I'm starved' With that she sat down and tucked in, but I could still see her pert breasts pushing at the material and her erect nipples gave away just what Vicky was feeling. Clearing away the dishes was electrifying. As we moved between the table, the kitchen, and the cupboards there was a lot of subtle contact. A hand brushing here, bodies contacting as we moved through the doorway. Once my hand accidentally brushed across the front of Vicky's panties and I had to argue for several minutes that it was by chance so as to avoid invoking the forfeit. It had been accidental, but boy did it feel good. After this we had a few weekend chores to do. Not the most romantic of activities admittedly, but watching Vicky stretching ensured my manhood remained erect; and on more than one occasion I noticed Vicky eying me her face alight with hidden excitement. By now the time had moved on and when we finished it was close to noon. Suddenly I picked Vicky up and carrying her through our fresh, clean and tidy house moved to the lounge. Once there we 'fell' onto the sofa into each others arms. Our mouths met and soon I felt her tongue urgently duelling with mine. After a moment the urgency stopped and I gently started to kiss down from her face. Light butterfly kisses leading from her neck down her arms to mouth and suck on each finger in turn. By the time I worked back up and down the other arm her breath was coming faster and my cheek was barely an inch from her heaving breast. Holding her hand in mine I sat back and moving in such a way so as not to break contact I trailed my finger tips lightly down her body and onto her long legs. We sat at opposite ends of the sofa, legs entwined, almost wrapping around each other's hips. Looking at my midsection Vicky laughed gently to herself, my underpants were struggling to contain a considerable bulge and there was a significant wet patch where my pre-cum had seeped through the material. Normally, even when erect, I was only 7 inches long, something that I occasionally worried about, but today I seemed to have grown beyond this. Vicky started to move her hands up my legs, sometimes almost like a feather's touch, and at other time hard using her nails to scratch. Each time she would trace a path up the front of my leg across the inside of my thigh moving unbearably close to my balls and then back down to my foot. This was undoubtedly having the desired effect on me and after a while she moved to balance my leg on her now raised knee. My head was thrown back, eyes closed, blocking out all sensations other than touch. Massaging the ball of my foot or running her fingers either side of the tendon at my ankle sent waves of pleasure through my body. But then I felt my toe become engulfed in a warm moist heaven. As she sucked on my toes her tongue danced lightly. At this I almost succumbed it was all that I could take and I started, almost involuntarily to move my hips in an imaginary fuck. Slowly Vicky brought me down, not abruptly stopping, but easing off my feet and then moving up my body to run her hands over my torso and shoulders. Taking her hand I brought it to my mouth and kissing her palm opened my eyes. Vicky's face was alive, her eyes were wide and her cheeks flushed, it appeared that the massage had been almost as pleasurable for her as it had been for me. It was almost like we'd had an orgasm without cumming. By now it had gone well past 12, and I was amazed at how easy it had been to keep to our rule book. Yes there had been a couple of moments, but nothing a little self restraint couldn't overcome and already the benefits had been immense. Neither of us were hungry as I think we were too caught up in another essential bodily function, and for a moment we didn't really know how to proceed. But as with all best parties events seemed to evolve in a natural way. 'Are you OK?' I asked. 'Your neck looks a little red, I should have had a shave this morning, sorry.' 'No that's fine, you are a bit of a sharpy face, but it's not too bad.' 'Today, I don't want it to be 'too bad', I'll go and shave now.' 'No, I don't want you to go, I'm feeling very close, and don't want to be alone.' 'Well, I wont be long and besides you could always come up and watch.' So we went back up stairs to our bathroom. I let the water run hot, and then soaking a face cloth let it rest on my skin for a moment. The steam clouded the mirror so Vicky, who was stood beside me drew a smiley face and then wiped it clear. It was obvious that she wanted to be a part of it. Not so much a part of it, as interacting with me, sharing the activity. As I lathered my face, I asked Vicky if she'd like to shave me. 'No, I might cut you.' She replied. 'Go on, you wont cut my. Besides, it wouldn't be the first nick I'd had shaving and you can always kiss it better.' After a little more persuading Vicky agreed. So she brought in a chair from the bedroom and I sat on this head tilted back against the vanity unit, it almost felt like a barbers shop. Except for the fact that the person about to shave me was a beautiful blonde wearing nothing but a sports bra and panties. Momentarily I thought of the business opportunity, but I had other more pressing matters on my mind. I explained how she would need to pull the skin taught and them move the razor in the direction the hair grew. Standing next to me Vicky pulled on my face and slowly moved the razor. Looking into her eyes I could see total concentration, as I started to smile, she froze. Gradually my face became smooth. Rinsing the blade between each stroke she did first one cheek, then the other but didn't feel comfortable doing my neck as she didn't feel comfortable with the access. Telling Vicky to move until access wasn't a problem she found that the only was she felt in control was to stand in front of me. Up until this point my penis had been laying quietly within my underpants. But now with provocation things began to stir again. Vicky was standing with one leg either side of my hips shaving my neck. It was as if I could feel the heat radiating from her vagina. When I made some flippant comment, she stopped and looked down. 'Why, don't you take those off, it is after 12 and by the looks of that you'd be more comfortable.' 'I can't, I'm sort of stuck here until you finish, but it would feel more comfortable. Besides, I don't call that fair. It would mean that I was naked whilst you still had two pieces of clothing on.' With that Vicky stepped back and swiftly removed her bra before taking the band of my underpants in her hands and simply said. 'Up!' So I lifted my hips and she peeled off my only piece of clothing. Leaning down very close to my erection she lifted the material away exposing me to her sight. I could feel her breath and twitched at this small relief. A string of pre-cum ran up from the tip of my penis. Giggling she moved back into position saying. 'My, we are excited, no wonder you aren't bleeding, all your blood is in one place.' As she finished shaving me I had to hold my penis upright so that it didn't touch her thighs or anything else in that region. Once finished my face was washed and dried and whilst this was done I couldn't resist pulling back the foreskin to expose a severely swollen cock Staying seated I slowly started to masturbate in front of Vicky. Something which I never normally did. Vicky's response was to knell between my legs watching closely as moved up and down my engorged prick. Looking down I could see her exquisite breasts and soon felt my balls begin to tighten. 'This isn't exactly fair you know.' So, Vicky sat back against the door and slipped her hand down the front of her panties. I could see her finger move down her groove and saw her body tense as she touched her lips. 'Show me, show me your cunt.' I said. With that Vicky slipped off her panties revealing her blonde bush and spread open her legs. Seeing one and then two fingers firstly disappear and then reappear glistening with her female juice I started to pull back hard on my foreskin. Looking across in to Vicky's eyes there was sheer lust. As her fingers continued to move in and out spreading her lips we masturbated in time. Suddenly I reached the point of no return and groaning felt a wave build from deep in side of me through to my balls pushing my seed up into my pulsating penis. I released with such force that my cum arched up into the air and fell on Vicky's breasts and belly. Even after I came I continued to masturbate squeezing the last remnants of cum from my prick. Vicky looked at me momentarily and then collected my cum from her body and rubbed it into her vagina. As this touched her delicate pussy lips she rode her fingers and reached out to take the remnants of my sperm in her other hand. This she lifted to her mouth and swallowed just as she started to cum. We sat looking at each other, slightly shocked and surveyed the scene. There was a slight wet patch on the carpet between Vicky's legs and a line marking the trajectory that my semen had taken. We were both red and breathing heavily. Making no effort to cover up or clean up we moved to the bed and snuggled. Feeling my now flaccid penis stick wetly to Vicky's arse cheeks we dozed the springtime sun warm our bodies. After some time we awoke from our semi-sleep and hugged. As we lay together the feel of Vicky's body started to arose me once more and my erection pushed its way between her thighs. Feeling the sticky warmth of her womanhood, and the coarseness of her pubic hair caused me to pulsated gently at her entrance. Like a car revving at the lights, but although we'd slept it was not after four. Instinctively our hands started to roam over our naked bodies and it was not long until our passions were fully aroused. On impulse I rolled on top of Vicky and pushed her legs open whilst pinning her hands above her head. My penis rubbed along her hot groove but I was careful not to penetrate. Smiling she thought I was about to give in but that was not what I had in mind. 'Close you eyes, and keep them closed.' I whispered and rose from the bed. Something Different She must have heard the click on the wardrobe latch and shortly after felt my weight return to the bed. 'Keep your eyes closed.' Holding her hands above her head I looped my silk work tie around her wrists and fastened them to the bed head. She started to squirm and resist but her eyes remained closed and my knot was so loose she could have easily extricated herself. Moving to the foot of the bed I tied off first one ankle and then the other to opposite corners of the bed. 'That's better. You can open your eyes now.' 'So what you going to do now then? Seeing as how you can't have your wicked ay for at least an hour.' Although she was tied up her voice sounded like a challenge, almost as if as vulnerable as she was she was in charge. 'We'll have to see wont we.' With that I started to kiss her face very lightly brushing across her lips, eyes and breathing lightly on her face. From there I moved down across her neck and along the line of her shoulders. Her skin felt so warm against my lips. Slowly I moved up each arm straddling her chest with my thighs so that my prick rested between her breasts. From here I moved down taking in every detail, the fine hair on her arms, the faint birthmark on the top of her left breast the slight stubble under her arms. 'Oh dear, we can't have that.' 'Can't have what?' She said. 'You'll see.' Returning from the bathroom I had a bowl of warm water towels and my razor. 'What are you going to do?' For the first time Vicky sounded a little unsure. But she still didn't take her arms from the restraint. 'Oh, just make you nice and soft.' With that I took to cleaning away the hair under each arm. As I was doing this it was obvious that Vicky was finding this quite erotic, so I risked trying something I'd always wanted to do. Once I'd completed that part of her body I sat legs spread across her belly back to her head and started to soap the thatch between her legs. Again at first she protested but with a few gentle words she calmed down, and I noticed how wide her eyes were. Little by little her womanhood became more exposed. First her pubic mound and then first one lip of her vulva and then the other. Now completely naked the flesh here was slightly paler than the rest of her, having never been exposed before. I imagined how sensitive the area must be remembering how it was when I shaved off my beard some years ago. Returning from the bathroom I massaged some moisturizing cream firstly under her arms and then between her legs. I had been right it was clear that the area was more sensitive than normal. As soon as my fingers touched the her mound it was as if she'd had an electric shock. Her back arched and she let out a little scream. Thinking at first I'd hurt her in some way I stopped, but she urged me on. So a little firmer I placed the whole of my hand over her mound and started to rub in the cream. Sat like this, close to her exposed vagina I could see the lips of her vulva swell and expose the unsheathed head of her clitoris. Lightly running my fingers around the mouth of her vagina Vicky was soon slowly pumping her hips against some imaginary thing. In response I plunged two fingers deep into her wet cunt. Again it was like electric. But she vigorously started to fuck my hand. Clamping my palm over her mound I used my fingers to feel the front wall of her vagina, searching for that G spot. It took me a while to find it but there it was, a small area that felt different, and I concentrated on this area. The aroma was terrific and I couldn't resist lapping up her juice as I finger fucked Vicky. Keeping a constant rhythm going I could feel Vicky building but it was not my intention to bring her quite yet. As I stopped there was a look of desperation in her face, to get so close and yet not cum was almost cruel. 'Where are you going?' I heard as I walked down the stairs. But it was not long before I was back. But obviously it was too long for Vicky. She'd eased one hand from her bond and was masturbating herself for the second time that day. Click, the camera captured the image. Still her eyes were closed and her fingers pumped away at her vagina. Moving in close I snapped a tight shot between her legs and then forcefully took her hand and replaced it in the bond. Opening her eyes she saw my put the camera on the dresser and I took up position between her legs, facing her this time. Her cheeks were very flushed and her body was writhing, she wanted me so I placed the head of my cock on her entrance. 'Do you know what time it is?' 'What the fuck do you mean?' She replied. 'It's gone 4:01.' And with that I thrust deep into her vagina into my balls rested against her. As she stretched to accommodate me she cried out and I pumped her over the edge so at last she could cum. And cum she did. At the exact moment of release her hands came from the bonds and she pulled my hips against her, pushing me even deeper inside. I too had been on the simmering edge and after Vicky had calmed down I kept pumping. Reaching down she opened her lips with one hand and manually pulled back my foreskin with the other. That was it with a groan I let loose my load deep into her body, wave after wave of cum pumped into Vicky's hot vagina. After a moments stillness I looked down to watch my glistening manhood come from her inviting body. It drew with it some of my sperm which started to drip from her open vagina onto the back of her thigh. Click, the camera captured the image of our lust, which we sometimes talk of downloading onto the net. We play this game, and others quite often now, you should try it and you'll see why. Something Different I was waiting impatiently at the airport for the plane to arrive. We had already passed the time when plane was due and now every passing second seemed like an hour. I didn’t care what the reason for the delay was; I wanted that plane to be on the ground. I had waited over two years to see my son and now that he was supposed to be here, in my arms, I couldn’t wait any longer. I was longing to see his sweet face and to kiss his beautiful cheeks. I wanted to hug him as hard as possible and to hold him against me to make up for all the time that he was away, studying on the other side of the country. I was very upset with the pilot for delaying my reunion with my son. As I stared at the arrivals and departures notice board, I tried to picture what he would look like after such a long time. I figured he must have shot up quite high and hopefully filled in a bit. I wondered about any of the changes in him as a result of becoming a man. I wondered about his personality, how it must have developed after being away from home for so long. I jumped up as the notice board changed to indicate that his flight had landed. I moved to the glass wall looking out onto the runaway and could see in a distance his plane taxiing towards the passageway that would eventually bring him out in front of me. I couldn’t wait. I had to wait though, for a long time again because it took what felt like hours for the inept crew of the airline to bring the plane in and disembark all the passengers. I moved to the front of the crowd waiting for their loved ones to come and anxiously waited for my son to step out from behind the corner and come into my arms. Passengers started to come out slowly at first and then in one long line. I was almost beside myself getting more impatient by the second. I scrutinized every male face for those familiar features and each one I saw turned out to be someone else’s son. As the last of the passengers came through and there was no one else coming, panic took over my brain. Where was he? What happened? Did he miss the plane? Did something happen to him? When I saw the airline crew closing their counter, I decided to run to them and ask them to check their computers or something. I wanted to know what happened to my son. As I turned, I ran smack into a large man towering over me. I became furious as I lost my balance and almost fell backwards. He reached out and grabbed me by my waist. He said, “Are you okay, mom?” “Son,” I screamed, “Oh my God, it’s you!” “Yes, mom, it’s me.” The little moustache on his lips spread wide as he gave me a huge smile. “Son, look at you…” I was still screaming as I hugged him tight, “…you look so different I didn’t even recognize you.” “Yes, I know.” He was grinning from ear to ear. He had cut his hair short and his ears were quite visible. He looked handsome as ever and as kissable as the day I brought him home from the hospital. “You have grown…” I felt around his shoulders, his arms and even his stomach. “You have grown a lot.” I smothered him again and gave him a ton of kisses on his cheeks and his forehead, which he had to lower quite a bit to let me reach it. Then I started crying. “What’s the matter, mom. Why the tears? Aren’t you happy to see me?” “I am son, I am. But, I have missed so much of your growing up that I suddenly feel I was deprived of the best years of your life.” “The best years are yet to come, mom, what with college and all.” He sounded so mature. “And I promise you’ll share them with me as much as possible because I have decided to go to a college here instead of the other part of the country.” I smiled and hugged him hard. I then kissed him lightly on the lips and said, “I hope so, but for now, let’s get you home.” “Yes, home.” He repeated as we started moving towards the parking lot. I was happy. I couldn’t get enough of him. I kept touching his hand and his arm on the drive to our house. He was also happy as I could tell from the way he held my hand on occasion and squeezed it, or the way he pressed my shoulders as I tried to get home as fast as possible. The maid had instructions to get his room ready and to get the meal on the table the minute she saw my car pulling into the driveway. His father, his sisters and our faithful maid, Juliah, were all waiting outside the house and charged him the minute my car stopped. After all the commotion died out, he went to Juliah and greeted her with so much respect that I couldn’t help but feel proud of the way he had turned out. Juliah cried as she held my hand and exclaimed how grown up he was. She said she remembered the day he used to run around in the yard giving her hard time and now he was probably the handsomest man she had ever laid her eyes on. I laughed as I gave her a hug. He was tired so he went to his room after the meal and his sisters went with him. It took them a while to leave but they promised to come again next day to spend time with him. His father told him how happy he was to have him back with us for a while and how proud he was that his son had completed his school so well and had grown up to be such a nice young man. I went to his room to make sure everything was okay and found him deep asleep still in his travel clothes. As he lay there like an angel that he was, I realized that I had lost my son forever. This man was not my son, he didn’t look like my son, he was some stranger. I sat next to him as I held his hand in mine and brought it to my chest and held it there with all the affection that I felt. I touched his face, I ran my fingers through his hair, I even caressed his back the way I used to do so many years ago. I had missed him and I cursed the day I had let my husband decide to send him so far away, “to build character”, as he so smugly had put. I consoled myself by saying that now he was back and now he was with me, that now he was mine. He was so deep asleep he didn’t even realize that I was feeling him. It took me a while to leave the room and settle down. I was up early the next morning, giving instructions about his breakfast, how it should be served, where it should be served and so on. I had heard the shower and knew that he was up early as well and that he’ll be out with me shortly. His father was going to work soon and his sisters probably wouldn’t show up for another three or four hours, so I decided that I was going to monopolize his time, to make up for the time we had lost, so to speak. He was bright and perky, dressed in crisp clothes that Juliah had taken very special care to iron. His hair was still wet and he had combed them back nicely, a rather fresh departure from his schoolboy appearance of a few years back. His moustache was gone, though. I asked him what happened and he told me that he only had it to fool me on our first meeting. He didn’t really like to have one. With the moustache gone, he looked somewhat like my son, even though many of his features were lost forever. That Adam’s apple was prominent, those shoulders were a lot more muscular, his face was more serious with his eyes set deeper than I remembered and his lips more chiselled. Gone was that boyish, naughty, playful smile and in its place was this deep, mysterious silence; an attractive feature in a man, but not in my son. I was having trouble putting the two together into one, as the reality was. I was only interested in mothering my child, not playing host to this newcomer. I went to him and hugged him. I placed my arms around his waist and held him tight into me. I put my head on his chest and swayed with him. I said, “I missed you son. I really really did. I am so glad you are here now, to stay for a while.” He put his arms around my shoulders and squeezed me hard. “I missed you too, mom. It is nice to be home.” He tried to step aside and away from me, but I held on. “Let me keep you in my arms a little longer son, at least I can recover some of the time I wish I had held you.” He squirmed trying to shift his body to a different angle, but I didn’t let him. He gave in after he realized that I was determined. I inhaled some of his aroma as I pressed my cheek into him. My breasts were firmly stuck into his chest as my hands completely circled around his waist. I was holding him as tight as I could. He squirmed again as he tried to change the angle of his body the other way this time. I said with mock anger, “Will you hold still son. I am trying to let you know how much I missed you. I am trying to dislodge the emptiness that I had felt these past few years because you were sent away against my will.” “I know mom, I know. It is just that…” I cut him short. “It is just nothing. I know you have grown a lot and I know you are a big man now, and I know I can’t force you to let me hold you, but…” The remaining words got stuck in my throat as I realized that he really had grown, that he really was a big man. I realized why he was trying to shift his angle as I felt him poking me in the region of his birth. There I was, nestled into him, holding on tight to keep him from getting out of my arms, and there he was, squirming, as his full erection pressed into me. I had a dilemma on my hands. I didn’t want to let go because I really wanted to hold him, but I couldn’t hold him like that, with his manhood knocking on my womanhood. I didn’t know what to do. On one hand, it probably was best to end that hug quickly. On the other, I had insisted so much on the hug that I felt it would embarrass him tremendously if I let his erection be the reason for stopping. In my state of indecision, we stayed like that for a while. His penis was really hard, I mean it was so hard that I thought he had a steel pole in his pants. It felt very strong against my softness and the feeling stayed with me long after I let go of him. He ate his breakfast and went somewhere as I busied myself with things around the house. I tried very hard to get the feelings out of my skin but throughout the day I felt his penis constantly pressing into me. I tried to shake the thought from my head but nothing doing. At one time I even went to my bedroom and tried to massage the feelings off. Instead I duplicated them from my privates to my hand. Now I was feeling his hardness both between my legs and on my hand. One problem though, I really didn’t want to lose the feelings. His hardness had felt kind of nice and the feelings that it left behind were exciting. The fact that we had touched involuntarily made it all the better. I had experienced my son’s erection without either one of us doing it for sexual reasons, and it had felt good. The circumference of the area where he had pressed grew as the day passed and by the time night came, the feeling had spread to my entire body. I could feel his penis pressing all over me. I failed to hold on to the feelings during the night, though. I lost them during my sleep. The next morning when I hugged him, he didn’t need to squirm that much. His erection was not there, for whatever reason. He had resigned to my overt affection and let me hug him as much as I wanted. This time I hugged him longer than I had intended to but failed to get his erection to come in contact with any part of my body. The same went for the following morning. I hugged him to my heart’s content but I didn’t feel any erection pressing into me. I even changed my position and my angle a few times, nothing. I hugged him some more during the day but again, no dice. He had found a way to conceal it from me, and for some reason I felt disappointed. I realized that may be he did something during his shower to get rid of his erection and if I wanted to feel it again, I had to catch him before he went to the bathroom. The next morning I was in front of his door as he came out of his room. He was still half asleep, wearing nothing but his pyjama bottoms as I wrapped my arms around him. He struggled to make sense out of what I was doing but I was duly rewarded for my effort. His fully erect, hard as a rock cock pressed between my thighs as I pressed myself into him as far as I could. “Mom,” he protested. “Don’t mom me, young man. I had a nightmare and I just had to come and hug you as soon as I could.” He seemed a bit upset. “Mom, I am not a little boy any more. This kind of, sort of…” I responded curtly, “You are my little boy and you’ll always be my little boy, so knock of the kind of, sort of, talk.” “I can’t mom.” He said with some resignation in his voice. “There are a few things different about me and I feel uncomfortable at such close physical contact between us.” I felt hurt. I let go of him. He went in as I retreated to the kitchen. He came after a long time, I guess after composing himself. I didn’t rush to give him another hug. He must have noticed my mood because he came to me and said, “Mom, don’t be mad. I hope you understand.” “I don’t understand, son, but may be you can explain when you feel like it’s the right time.” I didn’t approach him again. I didn’t try to hug him or get near him. My heart was broken. I felt very heavy in my chest. I couldn’t bear not being able to hold my son against my bosom. He noticed my gloom and I could see that he was feeling some pain himself. Finally, on Saturday morning, he caught me in the kitchen. Before I could even greet him he took me into his arms and gave me this huge hug. He said, “Mom, don’t be upset with me. It is just that I am a grown man now and when I hug a woman I get these feelings that I don’t want to have for my own mother.” “What kind of feelings are you talking about son?” “You mean, you can’t tell what I am talking about.” He seemed genuinely surprised. “No, I can’t. That’s why I asked you to explain it to me.” “You mean, when I hug you, you don’t feel anything different from a few years ago.” “No, I don’t. You are my son and you’ll always be my son.” “Yes, but I am bigger now. There have been a few changes in my body. Don’t you feel anything different about me?” “No, I don’t. You are still the same.” “Are you sure, mom? That I am still the same.” I looked into his eyes as my breasts pressed hard against him. “You are still the same.” He shifted his body a little to the left and I felt his erection on my thigh. He asked, “How about now? Do you feel anything different?” “No, you are still the same son.” He shifted a little more and pressed his cock in between my thighs. “How about now?” I knew what he was driving at. I just didn’t want to admit that there was anything that could come between mother and son. I knew if I agreed to his point, we would both then become more self-conscious every time we hugged in the future. I couldn’t have that. There was no need to put any barriers between us. I shook my head in the negative. He wasn’t about to give up. He wanted to make sure that there was no doubt left in my mind about the point he was trying to get across. He put his hands on my ass, positioned his cock straight on my pussy and pressed it in as hard as possible. I could feel his erection somewhat inside of me as he asked, “How about now? You have to feel something now?” I relented. I pressed back on his cock and held it between my pussy lips. I gyrated a little to let him know that I got his point. “Listen son, is this what you are talking about?” I gyrated again to make sure he knew I was referring to his cock. “Yes, mom, that’s exactly what I am talking about. When you hug me, I get this erection and I feel uncomfortable.” “But, I don’t care. You are my son. I want to hug you and kiss you, erection or no erection.” “Really?” He sounded surprised. “Yes, really son. I love you and I don’t want to let go of my boy just because he is a man now.” He let go of me and said, “Well, then. I guess it is okay with me as well.” The tension disappeared from our relationship after that. He became quite at ease with me. I found that he also became more affectionate. Once we removed the stigma attached to his erection pressing against me, he became comfortable with his penis and my body and the number of hugs increased tremendously. When we hugged, I found his penis pressing into my thighs, between my thighs, once even in my stomach. I liked this carefree hugging. I was always feeling good and he seemed like he was always erect. I enjoyed this added dimension to our relationship. One day Juliah was late and I was standing at the sink trying to rinse off a couple of dishes, my body leaning into the counter as I waited for the warm water to come through the pipes, when I felt two arms wrap around my waist and a body pressed into me. It was my son, this time he was hugging me from behind. I reached back with my dry hand and placed my arm around his neck. He pressed his pelvic area into my behind and I felt his penis part my butt cheeks and get in deep. I knew then that may be things had gotten a little out of hand. This was not a normal hug and his penis coming in such contact with my ass was not something that should be happening. I pushed him back with my butt and I felt his hardness press even deeper, all the way to my anus. I then turned around and faced him. Now I was leaning backward as he pressed his pelvic area into my pussy. He was really hard and he started grinding his cock into my pussy. I felt him making his way in and was about to say something to stop him when we both heard Juliah come into the kitchen. He separated from me but not before Juliah saw what he was doing to me. He didn’t stay there and left quickly. Julaih’s mouth was open with surprise. I didn’t know what to tell her. As it turned out, I didn’t have to. She came closer to me and whispered, “Madam, that son of yours is quite a handful.” “What do you mean?” “I though I was the only one, but now he is even taking advantage of you. I think he may be losing control.” “You mean, he does this to you as well.” “Yes, a little too often, if I might add.” “What do you do then?” “What can I do, Madam? I am afraid of you so I just let him. Only now his advances are becoming more and more pronounced, deeper even. I am telling you, one day I may find him with my legs around his shoulders and his manhood all the way to my heart.” “Really, what would you do if he tried something like that?” “I don’t know, Madam, I don’t know. If I wasn’t afraid of you, I probably would have let him by now.” “Well, you better stay clear.” I commanded her. I felt a bit hurt. My son was looking for affection from my maid. I found it insulting that he thought both of us on par in his hugs. One Sunday, Juliah was off and my husband had gone on one of his incessant fishing trips, when I realized that my son had stayed in bed longer than usual. When I went to check on him, I found him waiting for me. He lifted the bed cover and asked me to snuggle with him. Something told me that I shouldn’t, but he was asking so nicely and all of our hugs so far had been standing up, I figured it would be nice to hug while lying down. This way we could, may be, position ourselves differently. So, I got into bed with him. That turned out to be my second mistake. When I got in, I found out that he was not wearing any clothes. The thought of hugging my son while he was naked hadn’t crossed my mind and it didn’t look right that I was fully clothed while he had nothing on. Apparently he realized the same thing and he started to take my clothes off. I protested—weakly though. I knew we had to hug and it looked like from the way he was tearing my clothes off of my body that he needed the hug really bad. His hands were shaking and he was fumbling around the buttons and zippers so badly that I had to help him take my clothes off. The minute I was completely out of my clothes, he practically attacked me. He hugged me, kissed me rather hungrily, caressed my breasts, rubbed his hands over my back and my belly and then started to rub around and between my thighs. I tolerated his deep kisses, even enjoyed a bit when his tongue was in my mouth, but I wasn’t going to let him put his finger in my pussy. I mean that was not something that needed to be included in our hugs. It was bad enough that I was letting him rub my clitoris and the inside of my pussy lips. He soon gave up on that and I was relieved; excited as well, but relieved nevertheless. Something Different That different position I had hoped for while hugging, soon came. He positioned himself on top of me. He pushed my legs apart and eased himself in between. I have said earlier that I liked the feel of his erection against my body. As it turned out, I liked his erection even better when there were no clothes in between. As usual he positioned his hard penis between my thighs and thrust upwards. I realized then that the clothing had restricted his penetration to a certain level, and nothing beyond. Now that we had no clothes in between us, his penis pressed between my pussy lips and stretched my opening to allow his head to enter my vagina. I struggled to keep myself in position as he pushed his cock inside of me. I couldn’t believe how far our hug had progressed. We were attached at the waist as I felt him make his way inward and upward through my belly. I realized then that I enjoyed the feel of his erection a lot more inside of me than just pressing against me. He must have taken quite a while to push his penis from the tip to the bottom. Finally, his balls rested on my anus and I realized that we had achieved the ultimate hug. He pulled his penis out and just before it was about to exit my vagina, he pushed it back in. He pulled it out again and then pushed it in. This became a rhythmic routine and soon he was pulling out and pushing in at a steady speed. Almost like he was trying to pump something out of him and into me. I was enjoying the feel of his penis sliding in and out. My body was warm, nay, it was hot. I was very wet in the pussy area and he was very energetic. His in and out movements started to strike a chord with me as I started to feel this strange tingling sensation all over. It started out slowly but soon it built to a peak. I felt my pussy contract and tighten around his penis and my sound came as deep-throated moans. He was struggling to get rid of whatever was troubling him. My tingling sensations soon became one strong wave throughout my body as I felt my pussy tighten to its maximum and then there was a release. It was an incredible pleasure that released from the walls of my vagina and I literally felt it flowing onto his penis and out onto my anus. God, the feelings I had for my son at that moment were incredible. I wrapped my legs around his waist and started thrusting upward in synch with his thrusts downward. I squeezed my pussy muscles to press onto his cock and soon he was experiencing a release similar to mine. His body jerked and bucked as I felt another flow of pleasure, this one coming out of his penis. He nailed me hard as he released himself inside of me. I held him like that for a while until his cock softened and came out of my pussy. That hug was probably the longest hug we have ever had. When it was finally over and we were holding each other, not wanting to let go, I realized that he hadn’t eaten breakfast. I got up and made toast and eggs for him. By the time I brought it to him, along with tea, he had already gone to the bathroom and washed up. While he was eating, he made me take his penis into my mouth and suck on it. I obliged. By the time he finished his meal, he had regained his erection. Soon, I was back in that newfound hug position of ours and he was pumping away. I reached that climax again after a while, actually a couple of times. He went at it with a vengeance. This time it took much longer for him to come, but eventually he did come. I was exhausted by the time he finished. I just lay there, probably even fell asleep, while he explored my body. Same thing happened after lunch. He regained his erection after he made me suck on his cock and lick his balls and even lick his anus. This time he took even longer than the two previous times. But, that was nothing. When he started after dinner, I was in the throes of a never-ending quake. By the time morning came, we had snoozed a couple of times, but he was still at it. I forced him to get off of me when I heard Juliah come in. I ran to the door and grabbed her by the arm as soon as she walked in. She was baffled at my nakedness but I pushed her into my son’s room and ordered her not to come out until either he was fully satiated or I was ready to replace her. I had to replace her, if necessary; after all a woman can only take so much. Between the two of us, I figured, we could take a lot. Then again, there were still a few months left in his vacation. We also needed to pray for strength. Something Different I hear the metal click shut around my wrists, the steel feeling cold as ice. I feel his eyes upon me, making me feel exposed. I wanted to see him, but I was denied my vision; he put the blindfold on me tonight. He was driving me crazy, barely touching me, giving me feather light kisses. I had to wonder if he was going to use the feather tonight. He had me open and vulnerable to him. I couldn't remember a time when he had ever done this to me before. I would have remembered this; I'm liking him like this. His lips are close to my ear, and I can't help but wonder if those ice blue eyes are open. I feel his breath against me, and it makes me shiver. I'm already aching for him, and I know he can tell from my breathing along. His lips being so close to my ear aren't helping matters either. "Are you enjoying yourself, hon?" Another shiver goes through my body as I moan and nod my head. It was then I felt his hands slide down the sides of my body, down to my hips. I arch off the bed, begging silently to be touched. His hands leave me, and moments later, I feel the soft caress of the feather upon me. Again, my body arches as I want more. He has never teased me like this, but I know both of us are enjoying it. The feather disappears, only for me to feel the light caress starting from my forehead, moving down. He lingers at my lips for a few moments, going down to my neck and then my breasts. I'm arching toward him, wanting so much more than I'm getting. The steel would be cutting into my wrists soon with the way I'm tugging on the restraints. The feather toys with each breast, avoiding my nipples, and he pulls it away once it reaches my stomach. I'm moaning almost constantly now, needing his touch, his kisses, just him. I feel him move closer; he's right about me now. His breath is on my neck, making me tingle, making me want even more. His lips find mind, and again, I'm tugging on the restraints. I wanted to run my fingers through his hair; I wanted to pull him closer. This is torture to me, and he knows it. His kiss was helping ease some of it though. I moan into his kiss as I feel his hand rest on my waist. Was he going to make me beg? When he finally pulls away, I can't help but whimper. I gasp as I feel his lips on my neck. The soft kisses soon turn to long, light licks. I shiver as they turn from nibbles to bites. "I need you," I finally cry out, but he doesn't say a word. He lingers on my neck a few moments longer before he moves again. His lips go from my collar bone to my breasts, giving each the same treatment as my neck. He's avoiding my nipples again, driving me insane. I'm squirming underneath him, fighting to get free, my breathing heavy. The steel bites into my skin, but I don't notice. When his lips move to my nipple, I cry out, wanting to hold him there. He nibbles and sucks on both nipples, taking his time before moving again. I feel his tongue tracing his name over me. I'm his in every way, but I always love when he does that. His warm tongue feels like it's branding me. He nips at my stomach, moving lower still, drawing even more moans from me. He's dragging it out, knowing I'll scream for him when he finally reaches the ache between my legs. He rakes his nails down my thighs, making me tremble before he spreads them even more. I feel his warm breath before he begins placing light kisses on my inner thighs. My eyes close as I scream out his name from the first lick, and it's then I feel him pull the blindfold off. I don't care. I want my hands free to run through his hair. His licks start off nice and slow, making me arch my hips to him, wanting more. It feels as if he's trying to savor the moment, but I just want release. As his mouth finds my clit, he moves slightly, easily sliding two fingers into me. I scream his name again, already so close to the edge, and that's where he keeps me. I keep fighting to get free of the cuffs, lost in sensations, lost in him, too lost to notice just how much the steel is cutting into me. His pace increases and my hips are rocking, matching his pace. I need release; I need him. Harder and faster he goes until I scream out again, my body trembling; I'm clenching around him. He removes his fingers, giving me long licks again. "Please, I need you now, baby," I cry out. He looks up at me, and our eyes lock. Mine widen as he gets off the bed. Where is he going?! He returns with a key, and my eyes never leave his face as he releases me. Once I'm free, I pull him to me for a long, passionate kiss, and he moves over me. As he enters me, I exploded again, digging my nails into his back, drawing blood. I bite into his shoulder as I continue to scream. This man of mine is amazing. His pace increases, and I'm meeting him thrust for thrust. I can't even tell one orgasm from the other anymore. He's whispering into my ear, encouraging me, pushing me ever farther. Finally, we both reach our peak together, and we lie in each other's arms, kissing softly. Something Different Dave clicked the handcuffs around my left wrist, fastening me to the headboard of his king sized bed. I loved when he tied me for him to use my body however he liked. My pussy was already wetting my lacy black thong that I was wearing with my little black mini skirt and sheer tight black tank top. Dave loved this outfit on me. He loved that he could clearly see my nipples hardening through the see-through material. My large natural 40J breasts were his favorite feature about me. My nipples were very sensitive and he loved to flick the leather end of my leash against them, making me jump at the bite of it, but making me so hot at the same time. "I have a surprise for you today, my little fuckslave. Something new for my cocksucking slut." He was just wearing a pair of loose shorts and I could see his thick cock straining at the fabric at whatever idea he had. "I'll do whatever you ask, my master." Talking to him like this turned him on, and I was hoping he would hurry and fuck me. I was dying for him to rip my panties off and push his thick cock into me until I was screaming. "Your little slut will be happy for whatever you give her." "Oh Lilah, just wait and you'll see how different today will be, my pretty little fucktoy, but you will have to be a good girl and promise to do whatever master asks you to." "Anything master asks, I promise." I was hoping he would jump me right then because that was the way it usually played out after talking dirty to each other like that. But then the phone rang, and he left to go answer it. "Just stay wet and ready for me, my slut." I sighed. Now how long would I have to wait to come?! It had been at least fifteen minutes, and I was pretty annoyed at being put off, when he appeared back in the doorway. He came in and stood over me, just as hard as he had been when he left. "Untie me Dave, you left me waiting too long and now I'm not in the mood anymore." "Oh, no, my sweet slut. You promised to do whatever I wanted, and now you will. You don't really have a choice tied to my bed do you?" This was something new. Usually he talked like I was his to control, but he had always let me have my say of what I wanted and he always let me go when I asked. He made a motion out the bedroom door at something I couldn't see. Three naked men walked into the room and looked at me hungrily. Now I started to struggle against the handcuffs, trying to reach the safety clasp to unlock them. "Dave, this is not funny. Let me go now! Please!" "Now, now my dear, you said you'd be happy for whatever I gave you. Now I'm giving you three men to be a slut with, while master watches." "Please Dave-" "Not one more word, Lilah! You are my slave and I want to watch these men fuck you until your sweet, tight pussy is dripping with cum. So that's what we'll do." He gestured for the first man to join me on the bed. He was a big, blonde man with a tattoo around each bicep and a gold earring glinting in one ear. I recognized him from Dave's favorite bar. His name was Justin. He was in good shape, with a flat belly and strong arms, about 6'3" with an average sized cock. And he was definitely aroused watching me waiting on the bed. In his hand was a small pocket knife. He flicked it open and ran the flat edge down my bare chest toward my top. I looked at Dave, afraid of what was going on. "We are going to cut your clothes off now slut." Justin said as he slipped the knife under the shirt. The thin material split with no effort. He pulled the edges apart and tore it off of me. He moved aside a little as the next man came onto the bed between my legs. He was also tall, maybe about 6'2", and very bulky. He was shaved bald, but kept a goatee. His cock was average thickness, but very long when hard. "Brett, pull her skirt off." Dave said. Brett ran his hands up my legs and curled his fingers under the waistband of my skirt. He pulled it slowly down and off of my trembling body. "Dave said you were sexy, and he was right. I can't wait to bury my cock in that tight ass and watch you squirm while I fuck you and leave you begging for more." I started to whimper. It was suddenly scary to have these strangers wanting to fuck me, while I was tied and helpless. I had never enjoyed having a cock in my ass and I was pretty sure I didn't have a choice now. "Don't worry pretty fucktoy," the last man said, "we'll be gentle. Mostly." He was shorter and stockier. More Dave's size, about 5'10" and built bigger around than the other too. He had thick curly dark hair and dark eyes. His cock though was much bigger than I had ever had. He was thick and long and was growing as he watched me looking at it. I had met him before, his name was Jack. Justin cut my thong off with one stroke of his knife. I was naked and at their mercy now. Brett moved up between my legs farther and put two of his fingers into me. I wasn't as wet as I had been earlier and his fingers hurt as he pushed them roughly up my pussy. "I don't think your slut wants us Dave. She's not wet at all." "Oh, she wants it all right. She wants to show me what a little slut she really is. And what an obedient slave she can be. Start fucking her and she'll start screaming for more." Brett pulled my legs apart further and rubbed his cock against my slit. Now Justin was stroking my breasts and licking and biting at my nipples, and Jack was just watching stroking his huge cock. Dave brushed my hair back from my ear and started whispering to me. "Come on, my fuckslave. Don't you want to feel three cocks in you at once? You told me once it was a fantasy." The rubbing and licking and Dave's words in my ear were starting to turn me on against my will. Brett's cock was now inside me. My pussy was getting wetter and wetter as he pumped into me. Justin got onto his knees and brushed his cock across my face. "Suck it, slut." Dave whispered in my ear. "Don't you want that cock deep in your throat?" "Yes, master," I opened up my mouth and sucked his hard cock deep into my mouth. He groaned and braced his arms against the wall as he fucked my mouth. God, it felt so good to have cock in my mouth and pussy at the same time! I wanted more, to get fucked harder! I worked my body hard against Brett as he kept fucking me. His fingers dug into my hips as held me to get deeper. Dave reached up and unhooked my handcuffs. "I'll think she'll cooperate now, won't you slut? Do you want more cock baby?" "Please master, please. I want to be fucked so hard!" Jack laid down on the bed his cock stretching upward. The other two men pulled me on top of him and I greedily slipped my pussy down over his huge cock. It stretched my pussy as I worked up and down on him, tearing me a little as he fucked me. But, God, he felt so good! I could feel a huge orgasm building up. Then I felt another set of hands on my hips. I felt teeth biting the back of my neck. "Oh God, I'm going to cum!" I moaned as Brett's hands went around to pinch my nipples. "No, slut." Brett growled. "I want to feel you cum with my cock in your ass. Bend down and push those slutty tits against Jack's chest." I was still a little nervous about being fucked in the ass by this man, but I knew that I would be put back in the handcuffs if I resisted and I didn't want to lose Jack's huge cock working in and out of my pussy. I leaned down against Jack and felt Brett's cock, still wet from my pussy, pushing against my other hole. He took my ass with a brutal thrust, and began fucking me without mercy. I screamed against Jack as he bit my neck, hard. I felt another hand in my hair and turned to see Justin low on his knees. "Suck me, slutty little cocksucker." He said as he pushed his cock deep into my throat. The three men fucked me, filling all my holes, until I started to moan around Justin's cock. Oh, god, I could feel the strongest orgasm I'd ever had building...I pulled back from Justin's cock, but kept stroking his long hard rod. "Oh, god, oh god!! I'm cumming!" I screamed as my pussy gushed cum onto Jack's hips and throbbed around his dick thrusting in and out. Justin pushed his cock back into my throat and pumped even harder, pushing it down deeper as I started to gag a bit. "That's it slut, just because you've cum doesn't mean you're done. You're here to serve us until we're all satisfied." My master had moved in closer to get a better view of me being fucked in all my holes. "I love to watch your body being used however I say, slave. Do you like showing your master that you'll do whatever he asks for?" Brett moaned behind me, and bucked into me as he filled my tight ass with his hot cum. He pulled out and I could feel his cum dripping back out of my stretched little hole. I groaned as I sucked Justin's cock and put my hand between his legs and rubbed his ass with my fingers. I pushed one finger in slowly, and he shouted that he was cumming. "Please, cum on my tits! I want your cum dripping down me!" I begged as I pulled his cock from my mouth and pumped it with my hand over my enormous breasts. There was so much cum as he shot over my tits with shot after shot. "Mmm...thank you..." I rubbed it into my skin with my hands, and then reached down and pulled one cum-soaked nipple into my mouth. I sucked deeply and then licked what I could off with my tongue. "I want you on your hands and knees, slut." Jack said to me. I rolled off of him and got down on all fours in front of him. My breasts hung down near the sheets, still dripping cum. He came behind me and gripped my hips painfully as he savagely thrust his cock into my pussy. He fucked me hard, like an animal. I was screaming every time he pushed to the hilt. His huge cock was hitting bottom with every thrust and stretching me unmercifully. Then he pushed with all his strength and yelled as he emptied his cum into my abused pussy. He got up from the bed and all the men left the room. I just laid back on the bed and thought. Master was right, today was different. And I couldn't wait to do it again... Something Different (Angel) A beautiful Saturday morning, your mother had to work and since you have no classes it's just you and me. Think I'll take my lil Angel shopping. She has been a good girl lately and has done well in her pre-law courses. But first we need a shower. Walking down the hallway I hear...no, couldn't be. We're the only two in the house. Opening your bedroom door I get a surprise. There's my lil Angel riding some boys cock! I stand there in silent awe for several minutes dumbfounded, but very excited. I'd forgotten what it was like to be eighteen and fuck like rabbits. I clear my throat making them both jump. Startled, they reach for the blanket. "Don't cover up on my account." You try to explain that he's a friend from school. "I just wanted to try something new daddy." Her friend looks very confused. "Ok Angel, you want something different that's fine. But we'll do something different together." At that you smile big and reply. "Ok daddy." "Well, don't just sit there boy, stand up. She's obviously seen you, now it's my turn." He looks at her and she nods her head yes. "Go ahead Eddie." As he stands I can tell that he's nervous. I also notice a look of joy on her face. It's at that moment I realize that I've created a sexual deviant with a monster appetite. A deviant that I intend to enjoy for years to come. Not a bad looking kid. Decent cock, pretty lips, and a nice ass. I'm SO having fun today! Angel gets off the bed and walks over to me. We embrace in a passionate lovers kiss. As we kiss I look at her friend. He's obviously confused. She begins rubbing my chest and we break our kiss. "It's really simple. My daughter and I have a secret. One which you WILL keep to yourself. Because you're about to become a part of it." I haven't had a MFM in years but it's just like riding a bicycle, you never really forget what to do. Angel lets out a wicked little laugh and walks over to her friend. "Relax babe" she tells him, "daddy taught me everything I know. You're in good hands." I walk over to the two of them and give her a peck on the cheek. Grabbing the back of his head I give him a deep kiss. Once it's broken I walk behind him and she replaces me kissing him. I nuzzle my semi erect cock between his ass cheeks and he never flinches. This is going to be easier than I thought. As the two of them kiss I reach around with one hand and pinch one of her nipples while I begin to massage his balls with the other. "So has she sucked your dick yet boy?" He hesitates but eventually says "Yes Sir she has." "Good, I taught her how and I hope you took good mental notes. It's quid pro quo time." I turn him around and begin to push him back towards the bed until he's sitting on the edge. I look over at Angel and see a devious little smile on her beautiful face. If I didn't know better, which I don't, I'd think she planned all of this. As he looks up at me I drop my pajama bottoms to the floor. Then I grab him on both sides of his head and pull him toward me, he opens his mouth and I place my entire flaccid dick in his mouth. Mmm, nice, wet, and warm. I hold his head still, savoring his mouth. My cock begins to swell so I start face fucking him. Yeah, this is going to be a good day! She climbs onto the bed behind him, leans forward and gives me a big, deep tongue kiss. I pop my dick from his mouth, she backs up and I push him backwards, she promptly straddles his face. "Eat me, bitch" comes rolling off her tongue. I've taught her well. As he begins eating her slick shaven cunny, I kneel down and lick his balls so that she can watch. As lust glazes over her eyes, I start sucking his cock. I see why she chose him, he does taste good. They both start to cum, I raise up and start jerking him off. Yeah, you can tell he's young. He can't take anymore and squirts all over his stomach and chest. Watching him cum is too much for Angel and she cums all over his face. Panting, she sits back. I grab his hand and pull him to his feet. "Go wash up in the bathroom then come straight back." "Yes sir" he replies. Once gone she starts giggling which I immediately cut off. Grabbing her by the hair I jerk her off the bed, sit down, pull her over my knees and begin spanking. SMAK! SMAK! SMAK! "But daddy!" "But nothing, damnit! Don't you think (SMAK!) You should have (SMAK!) Told me before (SMAK!) You pulled (SMAK!) This little stunt of yours?"(SMAK!) "Yes sir, but I just wanted to make you happy." "Oh you have Angel, you have. But you need to let daddy know first." We stand up, face each other other and kiss deeply, with passion. "Daddy still loves you Angel." At that she gives me a big smile, that's more like it. We lay on the bed, kissing, rolling, our legs entwined. I roll her onto her stomach, pull her hips up and admire her sweet pussy, mmm, nice and wet. Think I'll let her little friend have some cream pie. I enter her from behind, she feels so good! Fucking her in ernest now, my balls slapping her pussy each time I thrust forward. She grabs at the blanket, breathing heavy, I know her body so well. She's about to cum. I begin slamming into her harder, faster, and rougher. I can feel my nuts begin to tighten up as her eyes close tightly. She moans so seductively that it sends me over the edge. Shot after shot, cumming inside her sweet, tight pussy. Just as we finish he enters the room. I pull out of her, satisfied for the moment. She collapses to the bed smiling. My lil Angel is so beautiful. I want her again but I need to teach her bitch a lesson. "So, you like fucking her?" "Yes sir". "You like eating her pussy?" I ask. "Yes sir." " Well at least you address me properly. As you should address my daughter as well. Got it?" "I understand Sir." "Do you know what a cuckold is boy?" Nodding his head I can only chuckle. "As long as you want to date my daughter, that's what you'll be. I am to be called Sir and you will address her as Ma'am, at all times, to include school. You'll only have intercourse when I allow it and then only with her, myself, or someone we agree on. That's the deal, take it or leave it." "I'll take it, sir." "Good, now get your ass on the bed and lay down." As he walks to the bed I remember the creampie I made for him. "Wait, on second thought, Angel, roll onto your back mmm spread your legs, good girl. Now, eat her pussy." The cum on her labia is so noticeable but he starts eating anyway. This excites me to no end. Grabbing the baby oil from her dresser I get onto the bed between his legs. I raise his ass up and squirt a small bit of oil on his puckered hole and slowly push my thumb inside him. He subtly pushes back against my thumb as he vigorously sucks and licks Angels engorged clit. I remove my thumb from his ass, oil my cock up and place the head against his willing hole. I ease my dick into his ass slowly and deliberately. The feeling of his young tight ass is phenomenal. I begin with a nice slow rhythm. Watching Angels face as he continues to give her wet pussy the attention it deserves. He clamps down onto her clit and sucks hard. Angel grabs him by the hair and tries to force his face into her pussy. She lets out a scream and orgasms. Without a thought she continues rubbing her pussy all over his face as wave after wave of pleasure wracks her body. Once the orgasms slow down I ease my cock from his ass, have him lay on his back and ease back inside. Without having to say a word Angel kisses her way toward his semi erect cock. I keep a steady stroke as she sucks just his head into her mouth. She steadies herself with one hand and starts rubbing his balls with the other. A very audible moan escapes from his mouth. "Easy baby. Don't want him to cum too quickly. Daddy is still a few strokes away. And don't forget your manners. Make sure you swallow every drop." Without letting his dick leave her mouth she nods yes. I begin to build my tempo and she smartly keeps a slow stroke on his cock. I know it won't be much longer now. His hips begin to move trying to match my strokes and increase the friction from Angels mouth. Watching the scene below me unfold I begin to thrust harder. She can barely keep his cock inside her mouth. I take one last hard stroke and cum in his ass. At the same time I can hear her swallowing wave after wave of his cum. Barely able to keep up, some escapes from the corner of her lips. I've released what feels like several quarts into his hot tight ass. I let my dick begin to go flaccid while still inside him. Angel takes a finger and pushes some of his errant seed in to her greedy mouth. Daddy's beautiful little slut. We collapse into a nude heap of humanity. None of us completely spent but definitely satisfied. Once we've all caught our breath he gets up from the bed. "May I leave now Sir or am I still needed?" "Damn, your boy sure learns quickly. Yeah you can go but make sure your available next weekend. I may have something for you to do." He answers that he will, dresses and exits the house leaving us alone to cuddle for as long as we like. Hell, we can go shopping for something for my lil Angel tomorrow.