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The Best Day

By: bobbigdonger



My wife and I have a great sex-life, but I have always been interested in more than just sex. I love the view of a cream pie. Every time I cum in my wife's pussy, I make her spread her legs so I can watch it dribble out of her snatch. I also eat her out if she has not yet had an orgasm. I love to lap every last drop of my love juice out of my wife's hotbox. I usually fantasize about my wife fucking another guy. The thought of her riding another guy's cock drives me insane. I always tell her about my fantasies, but she said she will never fuck another man.

I travel a lot for work, and my wife often accompanies me. Although she says she will never fuck another guy, she does try to somewhat satisfy my desires. When we go to clubs out of town, she never wears panties. She'll lift her dress or skirt for unsuspecting men to see her snatch. My wife never shaves her pussy, so it is a wonderful view. She shaves her legs and pits, so she is not a granola or hippie or anything, but I just love the sight of her hairy pussy. Her hair is very long and thick, but not curly. It reaches all the way from her belly button to around her asshole, and about two inches down her legs.

Sometimes we will even enter a club separately, and she'll seduce men that she thinks are sexy. She'll talk to them and show them her pussy. Sometimes, if she has had enough to drink, she'll even let them finger bang her. However, at the end of the evening, she'll never go home with the guy. All of this is an incredible turn on, but I really want her to fuck another guy. My wife is exceptional at fucking, and I would love to see her please another man. She says that she feels like that would be cheating, and she will never fuck another guy.

The more I mention this fantasy, the more frustrated she became. A couple of months ago, she stopped showing her pussy at the bars, wouldn't talk to other guys, and got pissed every time I mentioned it.

Last week, I finished up work before five o'clock, so decided to go home early. When I arrived at home, my wife was in her nightie, and was acting very strange. She said that she had just masturbated and took a shower. I noticed that her hair was not wet, but did not think much of it. I went to the bedroom to undress and take a shower, and get ready for a relaxing evening at home. Just as I got naked, my wife came in and told me to sit on the chair next to the bed. I thought that I was in for a tremendous blowjob. My wife gets really hot and horny after finger fucking herself. As I sat down, she cuffed my wrists to the back of the chair, and tied my ankles to the legs of the chair. At first, I did not think anything of it, until she stood up from tying my legs, and I saw a drip of something white come out of her snatch. Before I could think of anything to say, she had me gagged.

She laid down on the bed and started to finger her hairy cunt. As she spread her legs, I about blew my load as I saw a huge load of cum begin to drip out of her pussy. Before I could figure out what was going on, a guy walked into the room, naked. He was not anybody I knew, but my wife obviously recognized him. Neither of them spoke a word, my wife just pulled him close to the bed, and started to kiss the tip of his huge cock.

I was in total awe, and flooded with emotions. I did not know what to think, but I had an erection harder than I had ever had before. She slowly started to suck his cock, and eventually started to deep throat all nine inches of the beast. She continued to fingerfuck her hairy snatch harder and harder while this guy's last load of cum coated her fingers and dripped all over the bed. She got herself off in no time, while the guy started to moan louder. I was certain he was about to cum. Just as he arched his back, my wife yanked his cock out of her mouth, and beat his cock juice all over her tits.

My wife finally made eye contact with me, and stood up. This guy shot such a load, As she walked towards me, his cum dripped off her tits, down her stomach, all over her pussy hair, down her legs, and onto the floor. To add to that, his last load was still dribbling out of her snatch. As she leaned over to whisper something in my ear, his cum dripped all over me. Then she simply whispered, "Don't say a fucking word." Then she took the gag out of my mouth and started to kiss me. I was surprised to find that she had a tiny drop of cum in her mouth, in addition to the huge load that was dripping off of her tits. Then she broke the kiss and said; "Now I really need to get fucked." My cock was so hard, I couldn't wait. Then she said "Too bad he doesn't have an erection." I was confused for a second, and then looked at the other guy's flaccid cock. Then she looked straight at me and said "You're just going to have to suck his cock 'til he gets an erection."

Just as I began to protest, "No fuckin' w…" she slapped me so hard across the face I thought I saw stars. Before I could even think about trying to say anything else, this guy's cock was pressed against my lips. I thought about the ass whippin' I just received from my wife, and slowly opened my mouth. He was surprisingly gentle, and slowly slid his cock in and out of my mouth, until he had an erection again. I could taste his cum, my wife's pussy, and God knows what else, but it stiffened my erection even further. Just as he began to enjoy it, my wife pulled his cock out of my mouth and shoved the gag back in.

My wife laid back on the bed, with her legs spread towards me. Then this guy climbed on top of her and began to slowly slide his cock into my wife's hairy pussy. As he inched his cock in, cum globbed out of the bottom of my wife's pussy and dripped down her crack. Soon they were fucking hard, and my wife was going crazy. I know that she came three or four times while he was slamming her pussy, and each time I could see their mixed juices flooding out of her snatch. Suddenly, the guy arched his back and shuttered while his cock spewed in my wife's pussy for at least two minutes. It was amazing.

Finally, he rolled off of her and left the room. My wife just laid there for several minutes, fingering her cum filled snatch for me to watch. Finally, she came towards me, told me to remember what happens when I talk, and removed the gag. Then my wife climbed backwards onto the chair on top of me, and shoved her cum filled pussy right in my face as she began to lick the tip of my cock. I was again about ready to explode as I started shoving my tongue as deep into her snatch as I could. Man could this guy shoot a load. It dripped out of her snatch so fast, I couldn't keep up. Then she stopped, climbed off of me, and blindfolded me.

Several minutes later, she returned to the same position and started sucking my cock as I licked all of the cum out of her pussy. Seconds later, I felt pressure against my asshole. I loved it when my wife stuck her dildo up my ass. It wasn't long before I heard moaning, like that of a guy. I quickly realized that this guy was back in the room, and fucking my ass. Just then, he thrust hard, and I could feel his cock spasming inside of my ass. My wife obviously enjoyed watching this, and began to cum like crazy. I was shocked when even more of this guy's cum started flooding out of her snatch. I couldn't hold it any longer, and began shooting my load down my wives throat. I felt like I came for hours, it was the best orgasm I have ever had. My wife climbed back off of me, took off the blindfold, and said "Remember, don't say a fuckin' word."

The guy was already gone, and she walked out of the room. She returned later that evening, untied me from the chair, and went to bed. She didn't smile or say a word. We have not spoken of the incident since, but I am anxiously waiting to see if it happens again.

The Best Day



Jessica woke up feeling a bit groggy. It was already early morning and sunlight was filtering through the curtains. She saw Peter sleeping by her side and did not want to disturb. She did not know if he was going for work, but she did not want him to. Not today, out of all days.

She climbed down from the bed and walked towards the bathroom still rubbing her eyes. Without caring to close the door, she went in and did the morning chores and washed her face to rub off the sleep. Then she silently left the bedroom.

She looked around the living room on her way to the kitchen but did not see anything out of place. Disappointed a little bit, she walked towards the kitchen. On the pantry she found what she was looking for. There was the parcel, wrapped in pink colored wrapping paper, and tied with a red colored ribbon.

Leaning against the pantry, she unwrapped the parcel gently. It opened to reveal few items, a small cookery booklet and two envelops. Inside the first one Jessica found the card.

"To my lovely girl, with many wishes for today, and all other birthdays to come," it said. She kissed the card gently, and kept it aside.

The other envelope had a dinner reservation for the night at a high class restaurant. "Shame!" she thought. "I will have to tell Peter to change it for another day."

Leaving her new cookery book on the kitchen table, Jessica took the rest and walked back to the bedroom, as silently as she could. She kept the stuff on her small table and looked at the bed. Peter was still sleeping. Her lips produced a slight smile as she conspired in her mind to prevent him waking up. She felt confused, whether she could behave herself.

She felt like rubbing herself to ecstasy, but ruled out it for the time being. She wanted to save the best times for her love and also wanted to relish on the anticipation. Therefore, Jessica reluctantly went back to the kitchen.

She put on water to boil to make some coffee and started turning over the pages of her new book. She would try and make some of these for Peter one day, she was sure. But today was not a day for that. Her anticipations were running high. She realized only after a few moments that she was actually fingering her pussy.

"What the hell? Can't I control myself a bit?" Jessica admonished herself and kept her book aside. She walked to the living room and pushed the curtain back a little bit to look down at the street below. It was a busy day outside.

The kettle whistled, bringing Jessica back to her home. She rushed to the kitchen and started making coffee. She made a cup for herself and put the rest of the water slowly into a Thermos flask. Taking a gentle sip, Jessica felt the heat gradually moving down her body.

She walked to the sitting room again and sat on a cushioned chair. Although it was quite late into the morning, it still felt cold when she sat. She drew back her legs together. As she drank her coffee she felt the warmth once again. Throwing her legs apart slightly, she smiled to herself.

Once again she felt the urge to finger herself. Anticipation was growing inside her mind, sending sparks of electricity through her five foot six inches from her feet to her head. She could not wait too long without her man. She wanted him to wake up and come to her.

She stood up, walked over to the kitchen and kept the cup in the sink. Thereafter she walked to the bedroom, stopping at the door. Sunlight filtering through the curtains had illuminated the bedroom. Peter was still sleeping, lying on his side, half covered in a bed sheet. It had slipped to his waist from where it was in the morning.

Leaning against the door, Jessica kept her gaze on her lover for a while. Her fingers ran over her body, brushing against a nipple, rubbing against her clitoris, reaching towards the vagina which was eagerly asking for trouble and returning via the clitoris to the nipples.

Jessica observed a slight movement in Peter. He turned slightly, offering a better access for what she was planning. Her mind had conspired this ever since she got the idea while the hot coffee was warming up her body.

She moved towards the bed like a predator and pulled down the bed sheet wrapped around Peter, baring his naked crotch. His flaccid penis rested on his thigh. Climbing on the bed with a smirk in her face, Jessica fell on her knees and gently raised his penis with her hand. Bending towards it, she gobbled it up greedily.

She applied a generous amount of saliva and made slurping sounds as she sucked it with love, making it grow. For her, the smell and taste of Peter's cock was something close to divine. For some reason, it continued to attract her to him. Even when they had a fight, she will soon remember his smell.

Jessica did not see Peter waking up soon after she started her ministrations on his member. He felt something wet and saw the pretty girl of his doing something they both loved. He closed his eyes and enjoyed for a little while as he felt his penis growing in size while she moved to and fro. Once she held his cock from the base and gently moved her mouth from the base to the tip. She took it out and playfully touched the underside of its tip with the point of her tongue, making him squirm. Peter had to open his eyes. Jessica looked at him as their eyes met.

"Good morning my love" she said smiling.

"Good morning and happy birthday!"

"Thank you dear. Thank you very much for the presents."

"You liked them?"

"Yeah, sure I did. Now it's my turn to reciprocate," she said. "Lay back and enjoy."

Peter saw that Jessica was naked. He thought she had just woken up. It did not occur to him that she must have been awake for some time.

But as she returned to her work, it occurred to Peter that her presents had been at the kitchen.

"Were you awake for long?" he asked.

"Yeah. Now lay back without asking silly questions," Jessica playfully snapped.

She went back to his work as Peter lay back to relax. He could feel her wet tongue travelling all over his shaft. He closed his eyes to enjoy the sensations which started from his crotch and moved all over her body.

"Time to move on," Jessica said taking her mouth out of his penis. She sat up, straddled him and gently eased herself on his member. She had been feeling this urge from the moment she woke up. Wet from her saliva, his shaft slid nicely into her already moist pussy. She bent over, kissing him on his lips tenderly. After a few tender kisses, their lips met in a prolonged and intense union. When they parted, she straightened up and started riding him.

Peter watched intently as her breasts wobbled when she rose up and down on his rigid member. While Jessica was not a chubby girl, her breasts were of quite ample proportions. She occasionally rubbed her nipples which had hardened already. Peter regularly had visions of Jessica as a mother, feeding their baby, simply because of her breasts.

"Wait!" Peter said holding to Jessica's waist tightly. Then he rose up, taking her with him until she hit the bed. Now it was his turn to take control of the proceedings. He made love to her with such intensity that she cried out of sheer pleasure as he drove straight into her depths. Her vagina wanted to embrace his member tightly but he gave her no respite. He was so pumped up by her ministrations of his member that he drove on relentlessly until he reached climax, shooting his load right into her womb. She cried of pleasure, fingering herself until she too climaxed just a moment after her man.

Still inside her, Peter lay on top of her and kissed her lips tightly. They spent some time together with his flagging penis still inside her until it finally popped out on its own.

"Mmmm... Your guy was so good today," Jessica mumbled at Peter's year.

"So was your girl" he responded.

****

"Let's go now, you need some nourishment" Jessica said after they had been cuddling on bed for some time. Peter stood up and climbed off the bed, walking towards the bathroom. Jessica heard him peeing and climbed off the bed. She left the bedroom without worrying about getting dressed.

She was making coffee when Peter came to the kitchen. Dressed in a pair of shorts, he was mildly surprised to see Jessica stark naked.

"Oh, I see a nice ass in the kitchen," he said humorously, walking over to Jessica and squeezing her bum.

Jessica touched his genitals in return and said "I don't see a nice cock here. I feel it"

They kissed passionately. "I am dealing with hot water. Be careful" she said after disentangling herself from the kiss.

"Dealing with hot water, eh?" Peter mocked. "I'm sure it's a hot ass" he said, slapping her bottom and leaving her. He sat on the sofa in the living room. When Jessica walked towards him with a cup of coffee in hand, he stared at her shaved pussy with some interest.

"Stop staring at my pussy and drink this," Jessica said mockingly. "You stare as if you have not seen it before."

Handing over her the cup, she sat by his side. Waiting for him to take a sip of the coffee, she leaned on his shoulder and spoke.

"I love you so much Pete," she mumbled. "You remembered my birthday. It's the first we celebrate together."

"That is true, Jess. That is why I wanted you to enjoy the day."

"But I'm afraid you will have to change the dinner reservation for another day, if you don't want me to go to the dinner naked."

"What do you mean?" Peter asked, perplexed.

"Well, since it's my birthday, I decided to spend the day in my birthday suit" Jessica said. "I hope you don't mind."

"No, I don't mind," Peter replied, stroking her smooth thigh. "It is actually a pretty good idea. Only issue is the dinner reservation."

"Yeah, I know it costs a fortune. I am sorry about it."

"We'll see," Pater said. "I am in two minds actually."

"Why?" asked Jessica.

"Well, a part of me is telling me that we should go for dinner. But then, I do not want the world to see you naked. They will envy me."

"Oh, so, you are not worried about me feeling ashamed of being naked in public, are you?"

Peter chuckled. "I am, but it's a minor concern," he jokingly said.

"Fool!" Jessica said, standing up. As she walked to the kitchen, she was aware that he was staring at her wobbling buttocks.

"What are you staring at?" she said turning back.

"I was staring at that birthday ass."

"You haven't had enough of me, have you?" she asked.

"Not at all Jess, we are just beginning."

Privately, Jessica was elated. She took pride in the fact that she was the center of attraction of this wonderful man. Peter was responsible and caring and extremely good in pleasing her in more than one way. She had decided to live naked on her birthday, partly as a ploy to keep him at home and partly to bask in the glow of his attention.

"So, am I supposed to stay at home too?" he asked suddenly aware that it was getting late.

Jessica looked at him from the kitchen. "You can go for work if you want."

"I'd rather not," Peter said standing up. He came to the kitchen and kept the cup on the pantry. Gently patting Jessica's bottom, he left the kitchen to herself and went to the bedroom. Sitting on the bed, he called up the restaurant to cancel the reservation for that night.

When he left the bedroom, Jessica had already prepared some toast for breakfast and was sitting on the living room sofa, listening to music in her smart phone. It struck Peter odd to see a naked woman with earplugs and a smart phone. He walked over to her and kissed her forehead.

"It's time for breakfast," she said.

"Great," Peter relied. "I called the restaurant. They will refund 75 percent only."

"Oh, that is too bad. Shall we make it a go then?"

"No need." Peter said. "But please inform me before such surprises, okay?"

"Well, then it is not a surprise." Jessica jokingly said.

"Foolish girl," Peter said, pinching her nipple.

"Ow!," she cried. "Was that punishment?"

"Kind of," Peter replied.

"You nutcase," she said standing up. "Wait here. I'll bring breakfast."

"Okay."

"And, don't stare at my ass!"

"Okay," he said and duly disobeyed her. Once she entered the kitchen, depriving him of her view of her bottom, Peter spoke again.

"I think you deserve a punishment for the loss I had to incur," he said.

"Oh really?" she responded, half jokingly. "That's too bad. I wonder what that is going to be."

"Well, since I lost 25 percent, I guess I should spank you 25 times."

"Twenty five times only?"

"Twenty five for each ass cheek," Peter joked, standing up.

"Oooh! My poor ass," Jessica said slapping her bottom hard. Peter walked up to her and grabbed her waist. Jessica looked back and he kissed her lips.

"Breakfast can wait. Let's go," he said.

Jessica dropped what she was doing and turned back to embrace him. He picked her up and carried her to the bed, where he placed her gently. Jessica turned over, exposing her posterior to her lover.

"Punish me my love," she cooed.

This time Peter complied her request gladly. As the first slap fell on her bottom, a sharp electric spark went all over her body.

It was going to be a very long birthday for Jessica.



The Best Day Ever



I licked, I sniffed, i kissed, and I caressed. In all intent and purposes I conquered the new gals ass today.

Let me start from the beginning. My name is Joe, I'm 25, I work retail, and I'm a professional voyeur. I love taking pics of women asses and cameltoes in tight pants on my camera phone. Then I'm off to home to spend some alone time with myself while I review my photos on my phone. But today was different, today she knew she was involved.

Amica came into work on her first day wearing tight , pocketless, denim jeans and a very tight gray shirt. She was very hot and she knew it too. I walked up to her and introduced myself by shaking her hand and making immediate eye contact with her. It was lust at first site. Something in her eyes told me this would be a very interesting afternoon together. 

The first thing I did when we started ticketing the items was start taking snap shots of her ass with my phone. She had no idea I was doing this until she looked behind herself and saw my phone set for camera laying beside me on the floor. Then and only then did she get what I was getting at when I would kneel behind her. The next few shots she purposely posed for, shifting her stance here and there to give me better angles. I could tell she was enjoying this little game as much as I was.

It was an hour later when I purposely dropped one of my tickets under the pallet she was standing on, that I made the next advance on her luscious ass. I politely asked Amica not to move back because she would kick me in the face. She said ok and went back to ticketing her items. I placed my hand down between her feet and under the pallet to make it look like i was searching for the tickets. My nose was 2 inches from her taint as I pretended to keep looking. Amica intentionally spread her legs further apart so i could smell her pussy through her jeans. It smelled like watermelons, I just had to touch it.

So without hesitation I reached up with my other hand and ran my fingers through her crotch. The sounds that escaped her mouth told me she was enjoying this little encounter. So I pressed on, making the caressing more intense as I explored her jeans covered pussy. I could feel her panting as I quickened my playtime. So I decided to up the ante a bit.

I wanted to make her pant some more, but this time it would be harder. I reached up with that same hand and caressed her ass in my palm. It felt so soft, soft enough i could use it for a pillow to lay my head on at night. I stopped squeezing long enough to place my lips on her left ass cheek and proceeded to kiss her there. The moans she made were intensifying as planned. I decided to further my exploration and lick her ass as my other hand started to trace the crack of her pussy again. I could hear her moan the words "yes" and " don't stop" repeatedly. I licked her from her clit to her tail bone and back again through the split in her jeans. She was rocking her hips against my face whenever my tongue would reach her slit and anus again. Its a good thing the warehouse was empty because her moans had gotten louder. People would have thought she was in pain. Yeah she was in pain alright, pains of pleasure.

Amica couldn't help it anymore. With one final buck against my face, she came in her jeans. The smell emanating from her pussy was sweet smelling.I could feel her wetness on my lips as i kissed her on her slit. The juices leaking from her jeans tasted like they smelled.

I could feel her relax and settle back down onto my face. I had to quickly repostition myself on the floor because our boss had come back from lunch. I didn't want her to see what we had done no matter how great it was. Obviously I had enjoyed it as much as Amica did. I came in my boxers when she did too.

Later that day, after we both had clocked out, I pulled Amica aside in our break room. I put my fingers in my boxers and pulled out a load of my cum. Amica sucked my fingers dry and grabbed my cock through my pants. I let Amica unzip my pants long enough to lick the rest of my juices off of my boxers. I wanted her to know i had fun today too. We kissed and could taste each others essence on our lips. I turned her around, grabbing both of her titties in my hands under her shirt, and grinded my now rock hard dick into the crack of her jeans covered ass.

She moaned and so did I. I whispered in her ear that this working relationship is going to be fun. She nodded her head in agreement and we headed outside. Her boyfriend was waiting for her outside by the front door in his car. I asked Amica when she would be working again. She told me i wouldn't see her again until next Monday on our truck day. I said ok and she gave me a wink. Next Monday would be better and more intense than today. Next week will be unforgetable for sure, I can count on it................



The Best Day Of My Life



I was bored. It was early spring, mid March. I had secured myself a job working for a computer shop, but the job didn't start for another two weeks, so I was bouncing around home, doing odd things, in all day alone. It was half past nine, and I had already gotten bored of watching Cable. Britney Spear's new video was on permanently so I'd had a bit of fun watching that, same for the new Christina Aguilera video, in which she appeared in a bikini. Hot damn, those two women were hot. Still, just watching them on TV alone wasn't enough to get me sufficiently aroused.

I decided to play around with my new unmetered net access, and surf for a few hours. After valiantly popping into Britney's newsgroup and defending her from trolls yet again, I settled for a spot of online gaming. Half way into a game, I heard a knock at the door, so I excused myself from the game and went to answer it. I looked out of the front bedroom first to see who was there, but the only thing I could see was a huge black stretch limo parked out front. Not bad, I thought to myself.

I went downstairs, and opened the inner door, and came face to face, through the outer glass door, with the two objects of my desire, Britney Spears and Christina Aguilera. I felt my jaw hit the floor. Christina smiled and pointed to the lock. "Let us in," she mouthed.

Fumbling, I pushed the key in, unlocked it, and pulled open the door. "Wha..." I stammered.

"Hi," said Britney. "Max Evans, I presume?"

"Umm, mmm, yeah, yes, of course. Is it really you?"

"Oh yes," replied Christina. "It's us. Can we come in?"

"Yeah, sure," I gasped. "Sorry."

"That's ok," said Britney, stepping in, slipping off her shoes and slipping past me, rubbing her butt against mine as she passed. Christina followed, except this time, as I turned to close the door, I felt her hand rub my butt. I wasn't sure, but I could have sworn I heard her mutter, "Nice," under her breath. I ushered them into the living room.

"Can I get you ladies anything to eat or drink?" I asked.

"That depends," said Britney, dropping down on the sofa next to Christina. "Are you on the menu?" Christina nudged Britney in the ribs. "No, we're fine," Britney added. She moved up on the sofa, creating a space between them. Christina patted the cushion. "Come sit with us," she said.

Well, how could I refuse. I sat down between them, not sure which way to look. Britney was wearing a really tight t-shirt, positively bulging, and her nipples were easily visible through it. A pair of tight blue jeans finished her off. Christina was wearing a tight blue top, and it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra either, and a black micro-skirt that only came half way down her thighs topped off her outfit. They both had their hair tied back.

"Well then," I said, "What brings you here? I wasn't expecting you until tomorrow," I joked.

Britney smiled. "Oh, nothing, we just popped by for a friendly chat, no reason."

"I see," I replied. "So how did you find out firstly who I am, and secondly where I live..."

"We read your posts to Britney's newsgroup," replied Christina, brushing a stray strand of hair out of her face. "You know, all the posts defending her from those goblins."

I smiled. "Trolls, you mean."

Christina blushed, and smiled back. "Yeah, that's the one."

"We've read all of your posts their for about the last 3 months," carried on Britney. "You really have cleaned up the place, getting people thrown out, moving to another group. I have some real fans there now. It was full of shit before you got there, but you've always believe in me. I'm really grateful, and we both realise how great a guy you are."

"So," I said, "Let me get this straight. You read some of my posts, find out my name, address..."

"Which was not easy to do," Britney interrupted.

"...fly several thousand miles just to say thank you?" I finished.

"Well..." replied Christina, "Not just to *say* thank you..."

Britney interrupted her. "Let me tell him. Max," she started. "You're a great guy. We knew that before coming to meet you, and you've confirmed it for us. Thing is, we hardly know you, but we want to ask you a great big huge favour. You up for it?"

"Depends on the favour," I replied.

"Are you a virgin?" burst out Christina.

I half choked. "Umm, bit of a personal question, but yeah, I am."

Britney grinned. "If that made you choke, this next question will kill you," she smiled. Britney and Christina got up from on the sofa beside me, and both knelt down in front of me, Britney on my left, Christina on my right. They each took one of my hands. I hadn't a clue what they were doing. I could hardly believe I had met them, let alone they were here in my living room.

Britney spoke up first. "Max, brace yourself." She grinned. "Basically, it's just a tiny favour. You see, both of us, myself and Christina, have never been with a guy before, and well... we want you to take our virginity."

I couldn't believe what I had just heard. "Come again?" I said.

Christina giggled. "Oh, I can cum a lot," she laughed.

"Max, we want to sleep with you." Britney put it in plain English. "And we're not talking about lying unconscious next to each other type sleep, either."

I couldn't believe I didn't pass out. All kinds of things flew through my head. Was this finally the thing that compensated for all the bad shit I had had recently? "You're not serious," was all I could splutter.

"Oh, we're very serious," replied Christina, who pulled herself up on the chair, wrapped both her arms around my neck, pulled me close to her, and kissed me, full on the lips, a deep kiss. I just sat there, enjoying it. Then I kissed her back, massaging her tongue with mine.

Then, we stopped. "Oh my god," I whispered.

"You're telling me! Brit, he's good! You've done that a lot, I bet," Christina said.

"No," I stammered. "Never before."

"Well you must be a natural," Christina replied. "Me and Brit, we do it all the time." As if to prove it, she knelt back down on the floor, and became locked in an embrace with Britney, their arms and mouths locked together. Christina rolled backwards onto the floor, her hands grasping Britney's tightly covered butt, rubbing it. I rubbed my eyes, not believing what I was seeing.

Britney broke away. "No, we've done that enough times. We're here to make love to Max." She stood up, and looked at me expectantly. "So Max, you up for it?"

Some decisions in life are hard. Some are easy. None are as easy as that one was, but I wanted to double check.

"So my options are this," I recounted. "On one hand, I can sleep with both of you, taking both of your virginities, and have the best experience of my life, with two of the most beautiful women in the world, or I can say no, and you'll walk out of my life forever."

"If you choose number one, it would be open to future experiences, when we come to visit," added Britney. "Hell, if you're any good, we've got loads of starlet friends who would love a piece of an English stud."

"Well," I replied, "I'm not really sure I can..." I paused for effect, then, "HELL YES!" I cried out. "When do we start?"

"As soon as we get somewhere more comfortable," Britney replied. So, with nothing better to do, I led them both upstairs to my room. Once there, I realised I was still in the game, so I left, said I'd be back later, and disconnected. Britney and Christina were sitting on my bed. My room was surprisingly tidy for a change. I went over and sat between them. Christina started to make her Genie eyes at me, and she lay back on my bed. She started rubbing her breasts through her shirt, her nipples even more prominent.

"Cold, girls?" I asked, smiling. Britney stood up, took hold of the bottom of her shirt, and swiftly pulled it up over the swell of her breasts, popping her nipples into view, and over her head, stretching. Her breasts were amazing. She sat astride me.

"Go on, feel them. All natural, there's your proof." And by god it was. They were perfect. Perfectly rounded, very pert, the nipples small and tight, hard with excitement, and very springy. I gently stroked her nipples, and a light groan excited her lips. I felt Christina move, and she wrapped her arms around me from behind, then Britney leaned forward and kissed her, right next to my ear. I gently pinched Britney's nipples, and she jumped. She broke away from her embrace with Christina, and they both stood up. Christina quickly pulled off her tight blue top, revealing similarly pert breasts, if a little smaller, topped by tiny hard nipples.

I moved slightly, and Christina lay down on my bed. She spread her legs, her micro-skirt riding up a little, revealing dark shadows. She took hold of the hem, and pulled it further, up over her thighs, and past her crotch, revealing her crotch to Britney and myself.

I nearly came in my pants. Christina had shaven her pussy clean, not a trace of hair. A perfectly bald mound, her lips were clean shaven. Her lips were glistening with her own juices, and I could see traces of them around her thighs too. Her clit was hard, a slightly darker colour than the rest of her pale skin, and it was very prominent.

Britney spoke up. "So Max, are you just going to stare at it all day? I'm sure C would love you to suck on it."

It took me a moment or two to come to terms with it, but then I didn't waste any time. Christina spreading her legs wide, and started stroking her fingers up and down her juicy slit, slowly, moaning as she did so. Britney went to her, and pulled her skirt off, so now Christina was lying totally nude on my bed, masturbating. With nothing more to do, I crouched down between Christina's spread legs, and moved close to her crotch. Her scent was so strong, and smelled so sweet, I knew I was going to enjoy this.

I started off by blowing gentle streams of air over her thighs and crotch. She groaned out loud. Then, Britney took Christina's hands away from her pussy, to let me have full access. "C, why do it yourself, when he's more than willing?" she grinned. Christina moaned, her pussy afire but she couldn't touch it, not as long as I tortured her by blowing streams over air over her pussy. Then, boldly, I started stroking the insides of her thighs, going as close as I could to her pussy but not touching it. I was teasing the hell out of her.

While I carried on the delightful torture, Britney crouched on the bed next to Christina, and leaned over her. She started gently suckling on Christina's nipples. Then I made my boldest move yet, moved down, stopped stroking her thighs, and gently placed a kiss on Christina's clit. Then, I licked all the way from the base of her sweet pussy, all the way up her slit, to her clit, flicking my tongue over her clit briefly, and she screamed with pleasure. I drew back, and she bucked her hips up at me, trying in vain to get her crotch to make contact with my tongue again.

Britney stopped sucking on Christina's nipples, and sat up. "Hey, have you got something we can tie her up with?"

I jumped up from my position between Christina's spread legs, quickly went to a draw and pulled out some belts. We tied Christina's hands to my bedspread, her arms stretched out over her head. Then, spreading her legs over the sides of the bed, we tied belts to each of her ankles, and secured the other ends to boxes under the bed. Christina Aguilera was now totally nude and helpless, tied up on my bed. She was one hell of a sight for my eyes.

Her nipples were hard and jutting upwards on top of her pert breasts, stretched taut by her arms tied to the bed. She had a grimace on her face, being so close to orgasm, turned on so much by her restraints, but not being allowed to orgasm. Looking closer, at her crotch, her clit was rock hard, and as Britney and I leaned closer, I saw Christina's pussy pulse slightly, and a small rivulet of her juices drip down her crotch. She threw her head back and groaned "Please guys, I need to cummmm..."

"No," Britney replied forcefully. "You'll come when we say." She turned to me. "She loves me taking control, but up until now we've never actually made love to each other, just masturbated for each other."

I felt my legs go even weaker still. The image of Britney Spears and Christina Aguilera masturbating for each other was unbelievable. Then I snapped back into reality as Britney planted her lips on mine, and slipped her hand down into my jeans, coming straight into contact with my rock hard dick. "Mmmmm," she groaned as she squeezed me. She broke away. "Nice. Let's take a look at it."

Christina craned her head up to watch, and she looked pretty uncomfortable, so I stopped Britney for a minute, and propped Christina's head up with a few pillows. "Better?" I asked.

"Much, thanks," she replied. "Now I can watch as Britney sucks you off," she grinned. I couldn't believe my ears. Then Britney, kneeling on the floor on a pillow, ready for me, grabbed my hips and pulled me over.

"Take your shirt off," she ordered. I quickly pulled it over my head. "Get ready C, he hasn't got anything on under these jeans," Britney grinned. She slowly unbuckled my belt and pulled it through the loops, then, she deftly unbuttoned the top, and slowly slid the zipper down. Finally, my jeans just about staying on, Britney took hold of the material by my knees, and tugged it, letting my jeans fall in a heap around my ankles, my stiff dick bouncing up and nearly hitting her in the face.

Britney's eyes went wide and Christina gasped. "Woah," Britney exclaimed.

"I'm not *that* big," I said. "Only seven inches."

Britney looked up at me. "Max, we're kinda like virgins ya know. Biggest thing I've put in my pussy was a banana..."

Well... that shut me up for all of two seconds until Britney wrapped her hand around my hard shaft and started tenderly stroking her fist up and down. It felt amazing, much more gentle and erotic than when I did it. "Oh, wait," she said, stopping.

She leaned over and pulled something out of her jean pocket. She got up and went over to the bed. I caught a glimpse of a small white tube in her hand, then she twisted the base, and it purred into action. Christina's eyes went wide, but then as Britney placed the vibrator two inches from her pussy, she went wild. "No, oh no, Brit please," she cried. She could feel the vibrator doing its thing inches from her pussy, the vibrations travelling along the bed quilt, teasing her.

Britney kneeled back down on the pillow, and pulled me closer. My dick bumped her chin and she giggled. Christina had quietened down now and was watching with baited breath. Britney's hand once more encircled my hard member, and she started stroking back and forth. Her fingers couldn't quite reach around. With her free hand she started stroking my balls with her fingertips. I gasped out loud as she ran her fingernails over my shaven balls.

Then, holding my dick with the tips of her fingers, she licked up my shaft, from the very base at my balls all the way to the top, gently flicking her tongue over my glans. It was all I could do not to come right there. She blew streams of air all over my dick, and gently, ever so gently, drew back the skin over my glans, and started sucking gently on the tip of my dick. I couldn't ever remember my dick being this hard, and my balls felt all tingly.

Sensing if she went too far it could be the end of things for a while, so to speak, she moved back and my dickhead came out of her mouth. She lifted my dick up, and gently sucked one of my balls into her mouth, and massaged it with her tongue. After a few minutes, she swapped and sucked on my other ball. This had the strange effect of calming me - I no longer was close to cumming. Strange.

"Like that?" Britney asked. I nodded. "Neat trick one of my girlfriends told me about, it stops you cumming soooo fast." I had to agree it was efficient. She got up and moved over to the bed. She picked up the pillow from the floor and propped it under Christina's ass, pushing her pussy upwards. I kneeled between her spread legs, and gently started flicking my tongue across her pussy, which was dripping with her juices. She tasted sweet, very sweet, as I lapped up her juices. I gently took hold of her clit, and pulled on it, pulling the hood backwards, then I started flicking my tongue right over her nub, and she went wild.

Meanwhile, Britney must have slipped her jeans off, because, looking up I saw Britney climbing on the bed, and positioning her smooth shaven pussy above Christina's mouth, and sitting down. Christina drove her tongue right deep into Britney's shaven snatch, and she let out a loud groan. As I watched, I could see Christina's tongue rubbing over Britney's hard clit. Then I went back to work. With the fingers of one hand I spread Christina's pussy lips, revealing her bright pink insides. Then, with the other hand, I coated my index finger, and gently, very gently started inserting it into Christina's pussy. I gently stroked around the very edge, and felt her hips buck towards me. I teased her, pulling my finger back out again, and rubbing around her puffy lips with it. Then, I inserted it again, going deeper this time, slowly pushing in all the way to my knuckle. Christina groaned loudly into Britney's pussy, the vibrations of that driving Britney crazy.

Christina's pussy was tight, very tight, around my finger, I could feel her pulsing around me, her pussy muscles squeezing my finger. She squeezed even more when I started gently sucking on her clit, sucking it into my mouth, and exploring it with my tongue made her cry out loud. Britney climbed off her face, and I saw Christina's face, covered in Britney's juices, her hair wet around the edges of her face. "I'm gonna cummmmmm," she cried.

Britney and I quickly undid her restraints, then made her crouch on the bed. I scooted underneath, and continued eating her pussy from there, while Britney, crouching at her side, appeared over the crest of Christina's pert ass. As I watched from my position of sucking Christina's clit, Britney slid her slender middle finger deep into Christina's pussy, collecting her juices. Then, as I watched in amazement, Britney started rubbing Christina's asshole, and gently, so slowly, slid her finger into Christina's ass to the knuckle! This made Christina go wild! I grabbed hold of her ass to keep her still as I carried on sucking on her clit. I started gently grazing my teeth over her clit, and that's when Christina cried out again, and orgasmed all over me. Yeah, that's right - all over me. As I carried on sucking hard on her clit, I got a faceful of her cum as she squirted her juices over me. It was truly amazing. After that, she collapsed on the bed, her chest heaving, her nipples hard, her pussy a deep red.

"Oh my god," I exclaimed, as her juices dripped down my face onto my chest. Suddenly Britney appeared over me, and started licking my face, licking up all the juices.

"My turn now," she said, grinning, and sat on my face. If it was possible, her pussy tasted sweeter than Christina's. I quickly started, driving my tongue deep into her tight box. I reached up and started rubbing her clit with my fingers. Britney started fucking my face, and rubbing her nipples. After a while she climbed off me though, and motioned to Christina. She moved from where she was lying at the end of the bed, and they both sat in the middle of the bed. I watched with wide eyes as they moved up close, spreading their legs around each other, until their pussies were rubbing together, and Britney reached back and grabbed my dick. She looked up into my eyes.

"Come on, you can lick us both this way."

I wasn't going to make them wait. I moved over, and kneeled over them. I leaned down to where their crotches were mashed together. Their crotches were both dripping with their juices, mixing together, and their clits were rubbing together. They both had started moaning out loud, but that was nothing to what they did when I leaned forward and sucked both of their clits into my mouth at the same time. I rubbed over both their clits with my tongue, driving them mad. I felt two pairs of hands grinding my head into their crotches. I could hardly breathe but at that particular moment I couldn't care less. I gently grazed their clits with my tongue. As they lifted their hips up, humping each other, I reached under them, and with the fingers of one hand found Christina's ass, and with the fingers of the other hand found Britney's ass. My fingers slipped in easy, and I suddenly found myself in heaven.




The Best Day of My Life



This story is a work of fiction all caricatures and company names are fictional any remembrance with person or persons living or dead is purely coincidental.
© Linnet Turns 11.9.2002 

My love goes out to New York USA on this anniversary of a great tragedy. 

*****

I walked out of the air conditioned office the heat and humidity that is New York on this crazy day. Who would have thought when I got up this morning I was going to finalise the biggest deal that the law firm of Wilds Hampshire and Carver had ever known and the commission alone would guarantee me a partnership and my name along with the greats of this law firm.

I had to ring my brother to let him know, no I had to get the papers back to be notarised I didn’t know what I was doing a 25 year old corporate lawyer new in the big city how lucky can one girl get?

Just as the high was hitting me, my mobile rang and brought me back to earth with a bang it was Donald Wilds the CEO of our firm. The phone crackled for some reason and then I heard his mild voice saying. “Well done I knew you could do it, how do you feel about being on the front cover of ‘Incite’ when it hits the stands on Monday.” 

My jaw fell to the floor Incite the leading publication in the corporate world and me on the cover I could not believe it. Then I remembered who was on the phone and listened intensely to the instructions that Mr Wilds was giving me. “Get a coffee and calm down then bring the papers back to the office. The Gant layers are waiting for you but it wont hurt them to wait half an hour after all the messing around they did putting the deal down, I will expect you back at the office at 4:30 OK not before.” I was about to say yes but my phone went dead.

As I walked along the street I did some window shopping then saw this Armani suite in a window and walked in and asked about it I had to have it, I was on top of the world as if I could walk on water. The assistant should me a selection of suits and I picked out the one I liked and tried it on I loved it I told the assistant I would take it and she said. “I think it just needs a few alterations.” 

I replied, “No I will take it as it is.” The assistant tried to protest but I told her to rap my other clothes. And charge it handing over my company credit card the only one that the $2000 would not max out and the lady took it and walked over to the changing room and collected the pile of clothes and placed them neatly in a company bag then ran my card through her till and I walked out of the shop feeling like a new woman.

It felt like heads were turning as I walked down the street but I paid no attention to this thinking it was just my imagination. I looked in a few more shops as I continued my walk back to the our offices as I turned the corner I herd a voice call my name out of the crowd I turned to see were it came from and every thing went black the only thing that I remember was something being pushed into my back and then a jolt as thou I had been grabbed a high tension lead on a car engine, the next thing I remember was coming around and I was tide a radiator in what would appear to be a seedy hotel. I tried to shout for help but I found my mouth had some tape over it.

Then I heard the voice it chilled me to the bone it I recognised it but I could not remember from were “So how was your day then, you were not expecting this I bet?” I was confused what was happening to me nothing seem to make any sense. For the next 10 or 20 minutes his voice taunted me suggesting all manor of thing he would do to me, and all the time he repeated it was for my pleasure.

I had not seen my attacker up to this point but as I looked around the room he was there sat on the other room sat in an arm chair I could tell he was a large man but due to the shadows I could not make out his face, but as he stood up I instantly recognised him he was one of the bouncers from Arches Club the one that I was at last Saturday then it all began to make sense. What Cleo had said to me about her birthday fantasy and how good it was to feel this monster of a man rape her and force her to do things that she would never normally do. And it was then I realised that this was the rape I had paid for, how could I stop it I had to tell him that it could not happen today I looked at him as he took a step across the room and paw at my new suit.

I was horrified when he produced a hunting knife and drew the back of it lightly across my neck so I could feel the cold of the blade on my skin and I thought I was going to die, he then used the knife to cut the buttons away on my top and then ran it up the sleeves lastly puling the now rags from my body leaving just my bra intact. The feelings that were pulsing through me were a mixture of fear and lust here I was with a man I had never met, he had the power of life and death over me, and I had paid for the pleasure. “Look this can’t happen, not today please not to day!”

Evan with my pleadings he took no notice. Cleo had asked me if I wanted a password and she had explained the connotations if I didn’t arrange one I had not listened to her why the hell didn’t I listen, She told me it was set and I just looked at her in my pumped up state while the idea of a stranger using my body began to excite me.

He then grabbed my skirt and I felt for the first time the strength of the man as the belt of the skirt pulled into my hips before the stitches gave way with a tell tale ripping noise that seemed to echo around in my head “White how charming.” He said with a menacing tone.

He then used the knife and ran the blade up the cleavage of my bra then I felt the slight pressure on my back as he pulled it through the flimsy material that was my bra. "Those are so sweet,” He said as he cupped both of them in his hands leaving the knife in-between my breasts constantly reminding me the situation I was in then he brushed each of my nipples. The nipples involuntarily began to swell against his touch.
"How old are you?" He said. 

"Twenty five" was my reply. 

“If you are very god you might see you Twenty sixth birthday.” The threat sent my mind whirring into space as he forcefully massaged my breasts I could feel my pussy getting damp as I began to enjoy the stimulation, I had always liked my sex to be rough, and this rape scenario was just taking my pleasure to the next level. 

My body had begun to give me away and the more he abused my breasts the wetter and hotter I got.
“You like it rough do you?” he said smiling as if he already knew the answer. He took each breast in his mouth and suckled the nipples so hard, a faint moan escaped my lips but then he bit on each one and I my moan turned to a scream as the pain ripped through my breasts.

Next he brought the blade of the knife to my legs and cut through my White silk Knickers! “How nice,” He said as he pulled the blade through each side and cut them free and they joined the remains of my other clothes on the floor. Now my I was totally naked in front of him, I was there willingly but the power of the man in this situation had my emotions turning cartwheels as I felt him run the butt of the knife down the slit of my pussy.

He then put the knife to one side and my first thought was to grab it but then he gently slipped a finger between my pussy lips and began to probe, so soft! At first I squirmed, still thinking of the knife, but then my body betrayed me and my juices started flowing. In and out he pumped his finger; another moan came from my lips, I couldn't help myself.

He dropped to his knees and I felt his nose close to my sex he smelled my wet pussy and then plunged his tongue inside. I jerked back and then I started meeting the rhythms of his tongue. He paused at my clit, and then my body exploded in an orgasm. "Aahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" 

I could not help myself I wasn’t sure weather it was a release of the days events or the futility of my whole situation but it was an amazing sensation of the power he had over me and the sensations he had arose within my groin sent me into raptures.

He pulled his tongue out and started to work his way up my pubis and across my stomach he lingered awhile on my tits. Then he worked his way to my mouth and whispered, "That's just the first one honey." And pushed his tongue into my mouth and it was then I tasted my own flavour for the first time in my life.

I was horrified to think I was enjoying this but I couldn’t help the feeling of power this man had over me added to the erotic nature of the assault on me, he stepped back and removed his clothes, I gasped when his cock sprung out. I was amazed that for the size of the man himself his cock although not only 8 inches, but it was wider than my wrist. 

He moved up toward me and massaged my cunt with his cock, I began to moan once again as he was able to push all the right buttons. He pushed the head in and I desperately tried to pull away, but to no avail as he put the first inch in, I was on the edge of anticipation as my lips opened for him he suddenly thrust into me, and as he trust forward I pushed back at him wanting more. I was upset that my body would betray me like this.

He buried his cock into me up to the hilt, his balls were slapping against my arse as he rammed back in and out. My hips got the rhythm and I was now meeting his every thrust, before long I felt the head of his cock swell and his balls exploded letting go his cum into my hot, tight, wet cunt. It felt like buckets of cum had come out of him and into my twat.

He pulled out and I felt his cum leak out of me as he moved up my body toward my mouth I saw what was coming and tried to turn my head, he grabbed my hair and held my head until the first drops fell on my lips. "Open your mouth!!!!" Reluctantly, I did and took the salty fluid in.
"Swallow!!!" he said. I did so, reluctantly.

"How does it taste?" 

"Like cum asshole!!!!!" I said. 

That pissed him off and still holding my head; he drove his cock in to my mouth, "Bite it, and your dead!!!" 

I looked up at him and for the first time during this encounter I actually felt that my life was in danger as he said "Suck it.” Then I began slowly to slurp on his semi hard cock and with each suck, it got harder and harder until he was pushing at the back of my throat. 

As he pumped in and out of her mouth, I felt so stretched it was no time until I felt his balls smacking my chin with every thrust. I almost gagged when he came, sending his hot cum down my throat. He pulled out of my mouth and held his still dripping prick an inch above my mouth and his cum dripped onto my chin and into my mouth, which I swallowed without protest.

He played with my pussy with his fingers, but each time I showed any sign of an orgasm he would stop and stroke his prick, he seemed to be lubricating it and then he slowly inserted his fingers back into my aching pussy. I began to wince at every push, but he persisted until I had accepted my fate. He reached around me and then flipped me over and my face hit the floor hard and then he started fingering my asshole, “What beautiful little puckered star looks so virginal.” He said.

I screamed, but soon realised that it was of no use as his finger banged my tight arsehole, "Well, here it comes!" as I pressed the head of his cum soaked, cock into my tight anus. I screamed at him "No! Not that!" but he pressed on until first his head disappeared and then the rest of it. It felt so tight; I screamed with the pain of my arse being forcibly used like this no tenderness just pain, he was enjoying it! This turned him on and soon he sprayed my colon with his hot cum. He removed his cock and took it to my mouth and he instructed me to clean it off.

I turned my head and said “No,” but he held my head and opened my mouth and he pushed his still hard prick down into my mouth and I began sucking him again. It didn't take long before he filled me up again. And then without remorse he got up and got dressed.

It was horrible and exiting at the same time but then the biggest shock was to come my mobile rang and he turned around and picked up the knife that was on the floor beside me and as I lost site of his hands I felt a burning sensation in my chest and the feeling of fluid running over my chest and it all went dark.

Later that evening, in an apartment across town an answer phone picks up a call. “Hi this is Cleo look I know you said you did not want a password but I set one up for your safety and it is “Amaretto” enjoy the fuck he said it will happen in the next few days.” 
Love Lin…




The Best Day Of My Life



This must have carried on for about fifteen minutes but to be honest I totally lost track of time, I couldn't care how long I was there, but then I felt hands pulling my head up. I looked into Britney's eyes, and she gasped "Fuck me, now." Well I wasn't going to disappoint her, that was for sure! I lay back on my bed, and Christina, lying at my side, held my dick up straight, as Britney crouched above me, spreading her pussy wide open. I say wide, well it wasn't very wide, because it was pretty small. She slowly lowered herself, until the tip of my dick started nudging at her pussy. Christina guided me in as Britney lowered herself further. It was a pretty tight fit, and by god was it wet and hot. After a few inches, I came to a barrier, obviously her hymen. With one final shove, Britney pushed down, and I broke through, sliding in to the hilt, deep into her pussy. Britney groaned as our crotches met. She had her eyes closed for a moment or two, then when she was ok, she opened them.

"Okay," she said. "Let's get going then." She smiled at me. That is, until Christina's ass and pussy blocked my view as she sat on my face again. Her pussy dripped juices all over my face yet again, as I drove my tongue into her ass. Christina was leaning forward, grasping Britney's ass, helping Britney ride me. The feelings were indescribable as I felt Britney's hot pussy move up and down my dick, sucking at me, not wanting to let me go. I knew I wouldn't last much longer, and fortunately, neither did Britney. Within minutes Britney was crying out loud, moaning loudly with pleasure. I felt her muscles give me one final strong squeeze, then they continually pulsed around me as Britney Spears orgasmed atop of me. At the same time, I gave one final thrust, and my swollen balls let rip, and I sent spurt after long spurt of my cum deep into Britney's pussy, splashing her insides. After four squirts it started leaking out of her pussy all over our crotches.

I finally stopped spurting, and Britney slowly calmed down. She climbed off me, and Christina climbed off my face and took her place, sitting on my lap, my dick sticking up against her belly. "Like that?" she asked. I was lost for words, so I just nodded. "Great, well I'm even tighter than Britney, so you should like this even more. I can't get more than one finger in me when I finger myself." Hearing Christina say that made my dick jump. I was far from finished. Britney now lay at my side, and quickly sucked and licked the cum off my dick. Christina raised herself up, and Britney guided my dick to the entrance of her pussy. Christina spread herself as wide as she could, which again, wasn't very wide. From where I was lying, her pussy looked tiny. She lowered herself some more, and Britney tried to get my dick in, but found it was much too tight.

"Shit," gasped Christina, "I gotta have you in me Max, I need it."

"You're too tight C," said Britney. "Let's try something else."

I got up from where I was lying and Christina lay back sideways on the bed, with her pussy at the very edge. I dropped a pillow on the floor and knelt on it. Christina spread her lips wide again. Her pussy looked so small I wondered if we could actually do it. Britney, lying on her front alongside Christina, pulled me towards Christina's spread pussy. She bent down and sucked me for a moment to get me wetter (although I was plenty wet, she just did it because she felt like it). Then she gently guided my dick to Christina's pussy, and gently pressed me against her spread pussy. Christina gasped as Britney rubbed my dick up and down along her slit, and over her clit. Satisfied we were wet enough, Britney slowly pushed the head of my dick into Christina's pussy, ever so gently forcing it past her lips. Christina cried out loud, she was so tight. Finally though, the bulge of the head of my dick made it past her pussy lips, and we took a moment to get her used to it.

"Fuck C," Britney exlcaimed. "You've got a pussy like a five year old or something, you're way too small." 

Christina couldn't say a word, she was feeling such a mixture of pain from the stretching and pleasure from the constant stimulation. Finally she managed to gasp out, "More, I'm ready."

With that, Britney motioned me to thrust in. Ever so slowly I gently pushed further into Christina's pussy. Only another inch in, for the second time that day I came to her unbroken hymen. Britney got up from lying beside her, and lay on top of Christina. She planted her mouth on top of Christina's, and started kissing her deeply. She motioned me to go on. I gently pulled back a little, then slowly slid in, and broke through Christina's hymen. I could hear her scream into Britney's mouth. Slowly I slid all the way into Christina's tight pussy, until our crotches met, and I could feel something stopping me going any further anyway. Britney carried on kissing Christina for a few minutes, taking her mind off the brief intense pain.

Finally she broke away. "You okay C?" She asked, genuinely concerned. Christina gasped, and nodded. She had her eyes shut tight. "Let's go," she whispered.

With that, I slowly started pulling in and out. I had never felt anything that was so tight, hot, and wet at the same time. Christina's pussy was squeezing me so hard I had trouble pulling out on each stroke. On each stroke in she gasped out loud. It was clear neither of us would be able to take much of this, and right I was. After about five minutes of this Christina's groans took on a different pitch, and her pussy started gripping me even more. This was all I needed, and as my balls being pumping spurt after spurt of cum deep into Christina, she cried out loud, and dug her fingernails into Britney's hands, which she had been holding all along. It must have hurt because Britney cried out too.

For the next few minutes Christina had an incredible orgasm, and I felt it too, as her pussy milked me for all I was worth. When her orgasm finally subsided, head head dropped back. She was exhausted, and had passed out. I gently pulled out, and Britney and I moved Christina up the bed, lying her on the pillows, then we lay either side of her, holding onto her and each other, our hands locked together.

We stared into each other's eyes. There were no words which could say what we wanted to say, our eye's said it all. 



The Best Decision I Made



I scoured the internet looking, yearning for something, for someone, that was when I stumbled upon a certain erotic story site, I began reading others' stories, and then I found the forum. I had found what I had been yearning for a connection with those who were just as sexually oriented and perverse as myself. I began chatting with people but was highly sceptical and wary of giving out any personal details; I found some very good friends who became close and trusted friends. It was when I decided to throw my hat into the ring when a writing challenge was announced, that fate brought Daniel and I together, he read my stories and became a fan instantly. Little did I know, Daniel was actually a famous author that skulked around the site looking for fun, story ideas and relaxation away from the usual thrillers he wrote.

We hit it off right away, we pm'd back and forth through the website before deciding we were right for one another subsequently we exchanged email addresses and chatted on Yahoo. For the first month or so it was mostly business we spoke about, with the usual pleasantries of course then we started chatting regularly about life and such. 

We became good friends, discussing work, family, bitching about our problems and life in general. We soon realised that our friendship was a real taboo, Daniel being 60 and myself being 21 was going to get some strange reactions, but we were happy. Daniel asked where I lived, and I replied Scotland, which started the conversation of ancestors; his were from Scotland but he now lived in New York City and was contemplating come to Scotland to research his family history.

We discussed if he came and wanted to meet up I could show him around, be his tour guide so to speak. Our conversations went on like this for about nine months to a year when he emailed me one day with the news he was coming for New Year. He would be flying into Edinburgh International Airport on the 27th of December and staying for two weeks in a local hotel across town. I was excited and scared all in the same breath; my mind started to race. 

'What if he doesn't like me? What if he's not what he's been like?'

I waited to speak with him on the phone that night to discuss all the details; I would meet him at the airport and drive him to his hotel, let him unpack and take him on a quick wee tour around town then see were we stood from there. As the day approached, I got more nervous but put it out of my mind because we had exchanged photos and been phoning each other on a regular basis, so I do not know why I was worrying.

Daniel called just before getting on the plane to make sure I was going to pick him up, and everything was still ok; we exchanged mobile numbers encase I was running late or something happened and wished him a safe journey. 

-27th December-

I did not sleep a wink that night a mixture of excitement and hope of meeting my friend from across the pond. It took me three hours to decided what to wear to the airport, I eventually selected a green chiffon floaty top that just covered my ass with black leggings, over the knee black suede boots, a black leather coat and a cream chunky scarf. After all, it is winter in Scotland. I wore my auburn hair out and naturally wavy with a little pleat across the front to hold my fringe (bangs) back from my face. 

I arrived at the airport 30 minutes early so I didn't have to rush around like a headless chicken looking for the right gate; I got there just as everyone was coming through. I held my breath as I saw Daniel walking through the double doors with his luggage, as I exhaled a little smile started to appear on my face that was when he saw me and smiled back. I walked quickly to greet him; I threw my arms around him, giving him a warm embrace after the shock of the cold Scottish weather. I gave him a kiss on the cheek and pulled back from him to see a look of shock on his face.

''HI...Daniel'' I blushed

''Hello...I wasn't expecting you to hug me like that, Claire.'' he stammered.

''Sorry, I'm just happy to see you. Erm... Shall we walk and talk?'' I said looking around seeing people looking at us strangely.

''Yeah, lets. Call me Dan please.'' he replied blankly.

''Follow me Dan.'' I said sweetly as I took his hand.

He followed slightly behind me holding my hand we got some looks of disgust and looks that are worth a thousand words. 

''How did he get her?!'' one guy in his early 30's said to his girlfriend. His girlfriend was not amused, let me tell you. 

As we got to my car Dan pulled me back to him, holding me close he gazed into my eyes as I looked up at him lovingly, he leaned down and kissed me so gently it felt like a dream. It was rudely interrupted by people passing by and tutting, which resulted in me opening my big mouth.

''What are you tutting at?'' I said politely

"That's disgusting, he's old enough to be your father..., '' she snapped back

''Honey, you're no oil painting yourself. JOG ON!'' I shouted.

Dan burst out laughing at my random outburst that made me blush so much. I opened the car and put his luggage in without speaking to him, as I was still so embarrassed at my outburst; he got in the passenger seat after I was in. 

''Don't be embarrassed, Claire-Bear. I love you for your personality and your opinions.'' he placed his hand on top of mine.

All I could do was smile back at him as I drove him to The Chester Residence, he informed me he didn't just get a room, he got an apartment. We got him checked in, got the keys, and wandered around to find his door. This was even better than my house; I was amazed by how nice it was. I did not even dare to ask what he paid for this apartment, but looking at it, I knew it was not going to be cheap for a two-week stay. 

We opened the door, which led into the living room; it had a big flat screen TV on the wall with a black leather corner sofa and matching chair around a brown wooden coffee table and beige carpet. The kitchen was very high spec with all new shiny appliances and the bathroom. Oh My Goodness! It had a gigantic Jacuzzi with a TV on the wall, double sinks and a shower with room for three. The bedroom was the best feature, a king-size bed with lighting underneath for atmosphere, Egyptian cotton sheets, lots of pillows, dramatic lighting everything to make it a little piece of heaven. 

I went into the kitchen whilst Dan unpacked; I made him a cuppa tea with sugar to help the jet lag and took it into the bedroom. Without thinking, I walked straight in without knocking and he was standing naked, I looked at him with my mouth open before spinning round quicker than ever.

''Oh my god, I'm so sorry, I should have knocked!'' I stuttered 

''Don't worry about it; I guess I should have told you I was changing.'' Dan laughed and pulled a pair of trousers on before turned me back around.

''Is that for me?'' he smiled

''Oh yeah, its sweet tea to help with...err...the jet lag.'' I blushed.

''Let's sit down and talk Claire, I think we need to be honest with each other'' he sighed

I looked at him not sure what to make of what he had just said. We walked out to the lounge and sat on the sofa next to one another. He looked at me with a very serious look on his face.

''What's wrong Daniel?'' I asked innocently.

''Can I be honest with you Claire?... I love you so much; I only came here to be with you! Not to trace my ancestors.'' he stared at me.

''I...I don't know what to say Dan. I love you too but wasn't expecting you to say or do this.'' I look away from him and got up.

I pace back and forth in front of him, knowing he was watching my every move. 

''Okay...okay. Let's meet tonight for something to eat and discuss it then cos I'm still in shock, Dan. '' I stressed.

We said our goodbyes as he made reservations at Iris down Thistle Lane and decided we should meet there at 8pm. Which gave me four hours to get my act together, I drove home and started ransacking my wardrobe to see what to wear, and this decision was pretty easy since I already knew how he felt about me. I picked out a tight black pencil skirt, a red silk corset top with little puff sleeves, matching red silk stilettos and underwear with black seamed stockings. I wore my hair down but curly this time with geisha eye makeup and ruby red lips. 

My phone rang at bang on 7.30pm, it was Dan.

''Hey Dan, what's up?'' I answered cheerfully.

''Claire, I'm just making sure you're still okay for dinner, and do you want me to pick you up in a cab on the way?'' 

''Yea of course I'm still up for dinner, I'm just leaving now. Will I get you on the way passed instead since it's on my way and you would be going backwards?'' I laughed.

''Err...yeah that would be good, Hun.'' he stammered realising he did not know where he was going.

''I'll be ten minutes, okay?'' 

''I'll be outside, darling.''

''Okay Dan, I'm just getting in the taxi now so I'll see you soon.'' 

''Okay Claire.'' he hung up the phone.

I told the taxi driver where to go to and that we had to pick someone else up on route, as we drove down Rothesay Place I could see Dan standing outside The Chester looking rather dashing. Dan was about 5'9, dark hair with white through it in a salt and pepper style, average build man with distinguished biceps and abs. He has the most beautiful brown eyes that twinkle in the light, I am sure they could see into my very soul. 

Dan got in the taxi, kissed my cheek, placed his hand on my thigh, and whispered to me, I saw the driver looking in the mirror at us; I bit my tongue and just rolled my eyes at him. We arrived at Thistle Lane and paid the driver, we walked down to Iris and had a lovely meal, great conversation but I think Dan was more concerned about dessert. 

We decided over dinner to walk back to The Chester for 'drinks', we arrived back to champagne chilling in an ice bucket with two glasses and some strawberries and whipped cream. I smiled seeing the strawberries and cream I knew exactly what he wanted for dessert, and it was not the strawberries.

''Dan I need to tell you something...''

''Hush baby, you don't have to worry about anything. I've got everything planned.''

''That's what I need to tell you...''

''What's wrong Claire?''

''I'm a virgin Dan. I can't be dessert.'' I sighed.

''YOU'RE a virgin! You can't be...you're too beautiful not to have had sex with someone. Not that I think you're a slut! '' he stressed

''I know what you mean, I'm sorry I wasn't honest with you Dan. How about I make it up to you?'' I wink

''What ever do you mean Claire?'' he asked acting innocently.

I pushed him onto the sofa and went to the kitchen to get the champagne, I handed him a glass and we toasted to new beginnings. I pushed his feet apart with mines and took a cushion from the sofa and placed it at his feet, I kicked my heels off to the side of the sofa and kneeled down pushing his legs apart and pulled him towards me. I raised my eyebrow and reached up to his belt to undo it when he grabbed my hands pulling me up onto his chest.

''Not like this Claire, I don't just want you for sex.''

He kissed me passionately, slipping his tongue into my mouth, they danced as lovers do. As I sat on his lap I could feel his bulge, I let my hands roam down his arms and across his chest. I started to unbutton his shirt as I kissed down his neck then chest, kissing every piece of new flesh I reveal until I am back at his belt.

''Let me do this, I want to. I have never given a blowjob before I want to do it with you.'' I pleaded.

He held my face with both hands and said, ''You may start any time you like; I promise you I won't force myself on you Claire-Bear.''

With his blessing so to speak, I began.

I stood up and pulled my skirt up to just below my ass giving him a flash of my stockings and bare thighs as got down onto the cushion, I unbuckled Dan's belt then unbuttoned his trousers. He lifted his hips as I pulled his trousers and boxers down to his ankles; I looked up at him as he stared back at me. I rubbed his thigh's gently working my way up to his semi erect cock.

I licked my lips and gently gripped Dan's hard member in my warm hand as I started to lick the head and top of the shaft with my tongue, working my way down I started to move my hand up and down as I started sucking on the top quarter of his hot pulsing cock. I could feel him move his hips as I sucked and ran my tongue under the head of his cock in a zig-zag motion. 

I started to feel myself getting wet while I was sucking and licking his cock, I stopped to untie my corset and pulled it off letting my 36D breasts fall freely. Dan watched my every move, I leaned up and put his cock between my breasts and squeezed them together, moving up and down on his full erect cock. Dan reached down and started playing with my nipples as he titty fucked me right there in the lounge with the curtains open for the world to see.

''Oh Claire, you sure you've never done this before?'' he asked as he pulled and tweaked my nipples gently.

''Never!'' I protested in ecstasy.

I stuck my tongue out licking the tip every time it came close enough, I stopped titty fucking him and decided to just suck him until he came. I took about 3/4 of his cock in my mouth until he hit the back of my throat, I continued to lick and suck as I had been doing. I took my other hand, cupped his balls, and gently rubbed as I thought it would not be long until he came. My thoughts were right a few moments later I heard him moan deep and loudly.

''Claire, I'm gonna cum!'' he groaned

I stared up at him with my jade green eyes as I moved back, keeping the tip of his cock in my mouth, I licked hard, fast and rubbing the shaft and his balls with my hand. I felt him tense up right before he came in my mouth for the first time, sending rope upon salty rope of cum into my virgin mouth, I tried to swallow as much as I could but it dripped out the side of my mouth down my chin onto my breast. I sat back breathing heavy, wiping the cum from my face and breast and licking it off my hand.

Dan sat looking at me half-naked with a stupid smirk on his face.

''What's that look for?'' I asked

''You ARE amazing!'' Dan laughed

''I'm so horny!'' 

''I can fix that for you, My Love. Come here'' he said as he walked to the bedroom.

I followed him like a lost puppy, on the way I unzipped my skirt and dropped it to the floor. I arrived at the bedroom with the champagne, stockings and red soaking wet silk panties on.

''They'll have to go too I'm afraid.'' he said as he pointed at my panties.

''Come get them'' I smirked

He placed his thumbs in the sides of my panties and pushed them down; he followed them down with kisses. He started at my earlobes, my neck, breasts, teasing my nipples with circles then nibbling on them softly, making my knees weak, down over my stomach to my mound. He walked me backwards to the bed laying me down and lifting my legs onto his shoulders, he kissed and nibbled on my thighs before taking a deep inhalation; he was just inches from my virginity. 

I had my hands on my breasts as I gently kneaded them; I felt his warm breath on my lips followed slowly by his dripping wet and very skilled tongue. He slowly flicked over my clit teasing me, listening to me take sharp intakes of breath when he made me excited. Finding out what made me squirm and tense up; I could feel his fingers open my lips wider giving him the view of a lifetime. His tongue was the first to explore it felt like a warm spongy probe pushing all the right buttons, flicking back and forth over my clit as he inserted a finger into my pussy.

''Your really tight, Claire.''

''Uh huh.'' was all I could reply.

I ran my fingers through his hair as I pushed my clit against his mouth; I felt a wavy of sheer ecstasy came over me. I moaned loud as he was working my clit with his mouth and tongue, with a finger inside me he played with my G spot. His hand was on top of mine on my breast pulling and teasing my nipple as I moaned loud again, I clamped his head between my thighs on my clit. 

''Stop...please...Stop,'' I moaned loudly.

Nevertheless, he would not he kept going, bringing me to another orgasm quick and fast. My breathing was erratic and I was grabbing at the sheets as he kept flicking my clit, fingering my pussy and tweaking my nipples. It was not long after that I passed out with the best orgasm I had ever felt.

-28th December-

I woke up not knowing where I was, then I remembered what happened last night and a veil of shame came over me as I realised I was still naked in his bed. Dan came in with coffee, orange juice and bagels.

''Morning beautiful.'' he smiled

''Morning...........what happened last night? Last thing I remember was you were licking me then nothing...'' I asked quizzically.

''You passed out from the orgasm baby, I must have been doing something right...yeah?'' he joked

''It's not funny; I can't remember anything after that!''

''That's because nothing happened after that, you don't think I would take advantage of you do you?!'' he said irritated.

''I wasn't sure...I'm sorry.'' I sighed as I looked down at my hands. ''I am just so ashamed about what I did; I mean it was the first night meeting you. I'm not normally like this.'' 

''Don't worry, neither am I. However, we do know each other, we have been talking for nearly a year.'' he reassured me.

I smiled at him, realising I was so stupid to think he would use me like that. I had forgotten who he really was and what he was like. 

We sat in bed together eating breakfast and talked about what we should do in the days to come, we planned to go to the castle today after we go to my house to pick up clothes and some of my things, then Dan said he would like to take me shopping for some nice underwear for me to wear for him. Tomorrow we decided to go for a drive and see where we end up. However, most importantly New Year's Eve or ''The Bells'' as its called in Scotland, I had tickets for the street party, this was going to be a New Years we would never forget. 

The next few days were nothing out of the ordinary, went sightseeing, shopping in Agent Provocateur, Ann Summers and La Senza, drove around the middle half of the country, went to a lovely little village nears Loch Lomond and rented a log cabin for two days then headed back for The Bells. Let's skip right to New Year's Eve because that's when things got interesting.

-31st December-

We got ready for the street party, I warned Daniel to wrap it well because it will get very cold so we went out like Eskimo's. It was packed with people, people from around the globe here at this party all-celebrating, all differences put aside for one night. Dan asked if we could go back to his place before midnight, I was disappointed but it was his choice since it is his visit. I did not realise he had an alternative motive.

We got back to his apartment suite, start to peel all the layers of clothing we had on and put the fire on. I changed into white silk pyjama shorts and shirt with pink leg warmers; I went into the kitchen to make us some drinks to toast the New Year as Dan came in with just his boxers on. 

''Claire-Bear?''

''Yea...what's up?'' I turned to him.

''I want to make love to you for New Year. Would you give me your virginity?'' he asked unsure.

I pondered his question for a minute before I made my decision.

''Yes, of course I will Daniel. I have been waiting for you to ask!'' I said relieved.

He took my hand and led me to the bedroom; he stood in front of me and kissed my forehead as he unbuttoned my pyjama shirt slipping it off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Then he moved down kissing my cheeks, neck, breast, as he caressed my nipples with his lips as he slipped my shorts off then kept moving down my stomach passed my navel to my trimmed hair he kissed more passionately. He reached down my leg to my calf lifting it up onto his shoulder, he began kissing the inside of my leg up to my thigh he stopped like before and inhaling my scent. Making a memory of my smell because this was going to be one night to remember.




The Best Decision I Made



He had one hand on my ass as the other stroked my leg as he began to lick and probe my clit, it was just as good as the first time but this time I was determined not to pass out. I started to become very wet, he stopped and picked me up laying me on the bed, he removed his boxer shorts revealing his full erect eight-inch cock. I wriggled about to get comfortable, I looked at him with a wanting deep inside me and I knew at that very moment it was the best decision I made to give him my virginity.

Dan opened the velvet curtains in the bedroom so we could see the fireworks at midnight before climbing into bed next to me, his fingers traced my face and neck as we kissed like never before, a passion, a spark had ignited I us. His hand moved down onto my breast as we kissed, teasing and tweaking my nipple almost like a gentle caress, he moved over on top of me. I automatically opened my legs to allow him to lie comfortably on top of me; I could feel his rock hard cock resting at my mound. 

''Daniel I love you.'' I declared.

''And I you, Claire-Bear.'' I whispered back looking lovingly into my eyes. 

I wrapped my arms around Dan's neck as I kissed him deep, our tongues danced as mines entered his mouth. I let my fingers trace down his back until I got to his ass, I get it a little squeeze that seemed to shock and thrill him all at the same time. 

''Take me now Dan...'' I said as I licked his earlobe and nibbled on it.

''Are you sure?'' Dan asked as he looked down at me.

I nodded with my heart full of love, I knew I did not want anyone else to have it, with my consent he reached down and guided his cock into place rubbing the bulbous head of his throbbing member against my dewy slit. He kissed me hard as he slid inside me, I could feel the pressure of my cherry and his cock. I took a deep breath and held onto Dan in a tight embrace with that he thrust balls deep into my pussy. 

I was no longer a virgin.

''Are you okay baby?'' he asked attentively.

I could not answer all I could do with nod, tears in my eyes from the burning sensation, he stayed still inside me for a couple of minutes, letting me get used to the size and feeling before he started to make love to me. 

He moved slowly to start, he pulled halfway out and back in gently then picking up speed as I started to shift around under him and moan a little. It was not long until we were going full speed, my hips meeting his, moaning and groaning together as I got wetter and loosened. He lowered his mouth and started to tease my nipples as he made love to me for the first time, suddenly I felt a wave of euphoria came over me, ten times more powerful than before. I realised this was an orgasm and this was what I had been missing! 

''I think I'm cumming,'' I whispered to Dan

''Me too...'' he groaned loudly.

Just then the fireworks started to go off, it was New Year and I was having the time of my life with a man I loved. 

He picked up speed and started to pound me while I rubbed his balls; we came almost at the same time. My body tensed up, clenching my legs around him, making my pussy even tighter than it was if that was possible, as his body spasmed as he held me tightly to his body. I felt a warm wave of serenity come over me as I felt his cum shoot inside me, he spurted five times that I counted but I lost count as we lay together in contentment. Two as one. 

That night we fell asleep in each other's arms, my head on his chest listening to the rhythmic beating of his heart as we drifted off to sleep together. 

"I love you, Claire-Bear..."

"I love you, Daniel...," we whispered to one another as the New Year began.



The Best Dinner!



This is the night we've been waiting for, for ages! "The Dinner Party" We prepare all day for this and we were totally exhausted! Let me tell you all about it!

Jay and I had a great sex life .We were obviously meant for each other, Nothing seemed to be too * out of it * for us.

We were lying beside each other after a Great night of sinful sex. I said to Jay " have you ever thought about fucking all of our friends? 

Jay Laughed " Sure, What do you have in mind?" Then he thought…" as if Debbie would be a part of this, she is so beautiful but such a prude!" 

And as if to read his very thought I said " you know.. Even prude Debbie, but without them knowing "

Now this really caught his attention…" OK Girl!!" He sat up on his elbow and laid his head in his hand. Looking into her beautiful blue eyes (Gwad He Loved those eyes, They made him fall in love all over again).

" Now you have my undivided attention!"

"Let's throw a Dinner Party."

Now Jay was really confused.."What does that have to do with fucking all our friends?" he giggle "Oh I get it an Orgy!! But how would that work without them knowing?"

"Well" I said Grinning from ear to ear ,Because I knew Jay would be right into this!!"

What if we made love with everything that we are going to have for dinner?"

Jay's eyes lit up! "Fuck girl …you do have a great mind!!! Yeah lets do it!!!"

So they invited all their friends for the best dinner party.

Bob & Denise, Mark & Debbie, Bonnie &Bruce. (I Know how Jay Felt about Bonnie .I knows He would love to have her swallow all of his sweet nectar, But Bruce was a very jealous man. Bonnie was a Beautiful Barbie type Girl.Beautiful small tits and very hard nipples that stuck out like little erasers when she had too much to drink. I suspect that was Bruce's cue that she was very horny cos the always left when he noticed. Bruce was an average looking man .A little shorter that the average guy I think. Lots of curly hair. He was over weight by about 30 lbs. but that didn't seem to bother him nor Bonnie.The guys often kidded him about how the hell he landed such a beauty. He laughed back at the guys and grabbed his cock and said,,,, you guys will never know!!!

Bob & Denise were your average husband & wife kinda people .I know with some great drinking and the right mood we would definitely get a 4 some going! Bob had a bit of a belly (but I like that in a man)(too much beer he always said) starting to bald he was about 6 ft tall and was a bit quiet around crowds. almost like he was casing the crowd. Denise was over weight by about 50 lbs. She was about 5 ft 6. But shit, She had a great set of tits. Very full! She always had fun at parties.

And then there was Mark and Debbie. Mark was a very handsome man. When he wasn't with Deb. he was always joking around .He loved to joke about sex. Jay informed me that Mark had a little crush on me .. I knew that cos one night when we were all playing card and I had a low cut top on to reveal my full tits. (Jay loved to watch them jiggle) I bent over to pick something up and when I looked up Mark was looking at my tits and he had a rock hard cock that showed in his tailored pants. Deb. Was very matronly liked everything just so? Her house was NEVER dirty. Ever!! Even at 5 30 in the morning her hair was done perfect and her make-up was always on. They rest of us looking like.. Well ,,like we just got up!

So we planned it for the following Saturday.

Jay and I went shopping … It was like shopping in a candy store of a love shop! We giggled at each other as we carefully picked out every thing we needed. Roast beef, potatoes, and carrots. Cucumbers, sour crème, dips you know the entire yummy thing for a great dinner party.

When we got home we could hardly contain ourselves. Where do we start first?? We unpacked everything and washed it then uncorked some wine and undressed for a delicious afternoon. (I'm very self-conscience about my tummy so I put on Jays Favorite.The purple&black full bodice with cups just under my tits to hold them perfect. A garter belt with black stockings and high heels. My hair was done perfectly and my make-up was like the "Fuck me now look " but tastefully done!

As I dried off the cucumber and put it aside, Jay picked it up and sat on the floor. I continued to peel the carrots when I felt his hot tongue on my ass.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" I said " and just what are you going to do with that?"

Jay passionately said" just you wait and see!!" 

He ran his hot tongue all over my ass and slowly made his way to my bald wet cunt. I spread my legs and let him devoir my sweetness.his cock was so hard. He made sure I was very wet and slowly inserted the cucumber until it was totally inside me. He slowly moved it in & out. I leaned back a little so he could get a better look and a little more inside. 

He Stopped and said "Don't move "

He came back with the video camera and set it up and started it recording…."for after "he said. I didn't mind I love it more. He got down on the floor again and inserted the cucumber again; slowly he fucked my cunt, then slides around to get in front of me and licked me. He pushed my legs to open more and face the camera more and licked my pussy as he fucked my wet cunt with the cucumber. : Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuck me Bruce, get all my juices on that fucking cucumber!!!"Jay licked my clit and sucked on it till I came all over it. My juices were flowing out just thing of what we were doing.

Jay pulled it slowly out of my dripping cunt and went over to the table and began slicing it into little circles and placed them neatly on the tray. Then he came back to me and took three carrots and continued the same thing. My juices were all over the Veggies.The air was filled with love smells. You know that "hmmmmmmmmmmmm I know that smell, but I just can't think of what it is smell, but I love it.

"Now it's your turn"I whispered in a sexy voice! I had prepared the roast just perfect .. It need just one more seasoning to make it right. I placed it on the table at the prefect angle for the camera. I made a hole just right to fit Jays cock. I said in a deep husky voice" FUCK DEBBIE'S PUSSY!" Jay's cock instantly ached because it was so hard already. He held the roast like it was Debbie's ass and plunged his cock inside it. I got down on the floor and softly sucked his balls one at a time. Jay slowly rocked back and forth fucking the roast "do you like this Deb? Do you like the way I fuck you? What .. You want it harder?"I moaned pretending it was Deb.I popped his ball out of my mouth and stroked his balls. He grabbed that roast and pounded it hard.

"FUCK DEBBIE I'M CUMMING…ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.. YOU FEEL GOOD …. YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM "

Jay filled the roast with his cum and with his cock in his hand squirted the left over cum all over the roast. He Looked at the camera …" for extra flavour"At that he placed the roast in the pan and into the oven.

We played with all the food spilling our juices all over the food. Gwad it was fun each time we fuck a fruit or meat or veggie we called out the name of the person we were fucking.

We put all the freshly covered fruits and veggies in the fridge. We were excited and tired.. We took a shower and lay together and fell asleep dreaming of the events that were about to happen.

We awoke to the wonderful aroma of a stuffed roast cooking.mmmmmmmmmmmmm what a wonderful aroma. Jay started to get dressed but I stopped him" you still have to get the dip rerady."Jay smiles "ALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL RIGHTTTTTTTTTTTTTT " He was more than eager to do so.

Jay Knew I love to watch him stroke his cock .So we started the camera up and I was the Camera lady. Jay Mixed up the ingredient that it called for then looked at me and smiled " Now for the secret ingredient!" He sat at the kitchen table and open his robe and exposed his rock hard cock …Gwaddddddddddddd His balls where huge! This was obviously as big a turn on for him as it was for me. He slowly pour on some cooking oil for "added flavor" and stroked his beautiful cock .As he stroked he talked to Barbie." You like this Barbie? You like the way I fuck my hand? Pinch your nipples Barbie. Make them hard so I can squirt my cum all over them. Mmmmm that's right honey pull on them… yeah that's my Barbie. Now finger your clit for me "As he spoke I did what he asked. Felt wonderful… 

" Ok. Barbie Get ready" He grabbed the dipping sauces and jerked out into the dip." Yeah Barbie this is for you! MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMmmmm Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh all over your tits!" He milked his cock till every last drop of cum had found its way into the dip. He stood up and his limp cock fell beautiful and swayed when he walked .He mixed up the dip and took a little carrot from the fridge and dipped it in to the dip .. "Now you have had both of us Barbie "… and munched it all down!

I was so turned on. I love to watch guys jerk off. It's so sexy.

We had two more things to prepare but the last one would be fresh, right there.

"Jay, I think Mark and Bob need me!"I slowly sauntered over to the counter and took the sausage into my hands. It was about 10 inches long. I seductively started to suck on it. Pretending it was a huge cock. I licked it like a Popsicle and circle the top with my tongue all the time looking at the camera." You like this Mark? You like the way I suck you hot cock? I know Debbie doesn't do this for you, but I will. MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMmmm Mark you taste so gooooooood .How can she not like this long hard cock." I begin to su7ck it like I suck Jays cock .Jay was watching and was already hard.

" Oh Hello Bob cum in!! I need your help. Would you fuck my ass while Mark fucks my hot cunt?" Jay was right on cue!! He walked in stroking his cock 

" Damn rights I'll fuck your ass. Fuck I've wanted to do this for a long time!!"

Jay took me over to the table that we are going to serve our friends at in a couple of hours. Laid me down and spread my legs wide open, lubed up my ass with oil and stroked the oil on his cock and slowly pushed his cock into my ass."Yessssssssssssssssssssssss Bob that's my man fuck my ass. Jay rocked slowly enjoying every minute of my tight ass. Then Jay says, " Mark wants some action too!" Jay takes the sausage al inserts it into my wet cunt while he is deep into my ass.

"Holy Fuck that feels sooooooooooooooooooooooooooo good! I cry." Go guys fuck me hard and fast!" 

I take a cob of corn and rub some oil on it and begin to stroke my clit with it! Slowly I rub then get faster as Jay fucks me in both holes!! 

Jay begins to growl "Yeah this feel great in your ass baby and Mark your cock feels awesome with just a piece of skin between us." 

" Fuck my cunt Mark, You know you've always wanted to. Shoot your juices into my wet cunt.

Jay can't hold back any more. He fucks Me so hard I think IM gonna rupture, But if feels soooooooooooooooooooooo good!!!!

Jay pretend he is both guys that cum at once … " Yeah you slut here I cum!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yesssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss fuck kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!"

Jay milks his cock in my ass and slips out. "Baby you are so fucking hot!!!!" he helps me up and kisses me with his tongue searching for mine. Our tongues touch and are drawn into a long deep kiss. After a bit we break. Jay looks deep into my eyes, slaps my ass and says " Get ready sexy!"

He walks over to the counter whistling and starts to slice up the meat that was just in my cunt. He winks at me and pops one into his mouth.! " Yeah baby!!"

Our guest start to arrive and we greeted them all with a cold drink all of their favorites.

Everyone was dressed to kill. It was great to see everyone. But what was more exciting was all the comments on how delicious everything was .. "Especially the dip" Debbie says excitedly. We both looked at each other and smiled.

We took everyone into the dinning room/kitchen and seated everyone. Every thing was on the table except the roast .Jay brought that out and carved it and served all the ladies first. He was really excited that the men were gong to taste him too.

I could see Jays hard on, and he did nothing to hide it.. It was so wonderful to watch. Everyone comment on the wonderful flavors everything had. Jay and I just smiled and watched everyone taste our juices and fucking us with all their taste buds and loving every minute of it. Dinner was Just about over.

Jay asked everyone to go to the sitting room for dessert and asked me to cum and help him.

Everyone left the Kitchen. We turned the camera back on, I got out all the chocolate sticks and Jay took out the warm apple pie. We both looked at each other and giggled. Jay placed the warm apple pie on the table. Took his cock out of his pants and stuck into the pie and started to hump it 

."Fuck this feels wonderful" I took a stick of chocolate and fingered my wet cunt with it, I knew It was going to melt a little so I put some on my exposed cleavage and Jay licked it off as he fuck the apple pie gently.

He started to cum in it …."Fuck sweetie we show have done this ages ago!! ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhh " He Milked the rest of the cum all over the top as decoration. 

The rest of our friends were in the sitting room not knowing what was in store for them. We added the small amount of ice crème on the side. I dipped the chocolate into my wet cunt and made sure it was covered with my juices. Then inserted into the pies with Jays Juices. 

I had chocolate all over my lips .. I looked at Jay " what am I gonna do with this????"As I pulled up my dress exposing my chocolate covered pussy.

Jay dropped to his knees." MMMMMMMMMMM My Desert!!" and Devoured all the chocolate from my lips and licked my clit just enough to make me horny. (As if I needed it)

We straightened up and took out " Desert" Coffee and " Crème"

The look on everyone's faces was priceless as the eagerly finished. "Gwad this is the best tasting Apple pie I have ever had! " says Debbie " What's your secret?"

Jay winked at her, smiled and said, "I doubt that you will ever let me show you!"

Bob helped Jay take everything into the kitchen. He noticed the camera. Jay went into the other room to get more things stopped to chat a bit. Bob took advantage of the time and rewound the tape a little to see what was on it.

As he watched it was Jay Fucking the apple pie they just ate. Jay walked it and saw Bob. Jay stood in shock as to what to do. Bob stopped the camera, winked at Jay and said." I doubt if Debbie will ever let you too!

Jay started to say something and Bob interrupted him. "Listen Jay Denise and I were wondering...

To be continued...



The Best Drink



"Finally," sighed my wife as she sat - more rather, collapsed beside me. "Becky's asleep."

I smiled indulgingly at her. Becky was just four months old, and already, she was turning my wife's black hairs gray. I knew how much my wife loved Becky, and how much the infant adored her grandmother. 

Becky's father had been my son.

Had been.

Since the accident that claimed her parents' lives, Becky has been living with us, formally adopted into the family as my daughter's child. I was her other legal guardian - a formality necessitated by the laws of Tokyo that required at least two guardians for an infant. Guardian sounds better than 'grandpa', because at forty-three, I don't think I have climbed into that pedestal just yet.

In the next room, I could still hear Helen, my daughter, singing lullabies to the sleeping child. If it had not been for the accident, she would have been singing lullabies to her child - the fruit of her own womb. She had been seven months into her invitro-induced pregnancy when the accident killed her baby. She had been hysterical at first, but Becky, like the ray of sunshine that she was, brought out the mother in her. Becky needed a mother, and Helen needed a baby. It was the perfect arrangement.

"Hi Dad!" my daughter greeted me as she entered the living room. I looked up at my princess, returning her sweet smile. Blonde hair framing her petite face; a slightly plump frame with the curves returning; pink lips and brown eyes. Her eyes had always made me... feel special - there was compassion in them, mixed with a generous dose of love and intelligence. A soft exterior with an even softer interior, that was my daughter.

"Hi, honey! You look bushed."

"I am."

I took in her attire. She had on a pale pink Kimono, a Japanese robe, that reached down to her knees. What really grabbed my attention, though, was the fact that her breasts were outlined in the material by two dark splotches, causing the robe to hug her mounds. Having recently been suckled, the nipples were still erect, poking against the fabric. The darker shade of her areola was clearly visible through the translucent piece.

Helen noticed my interest in her bosom with an amused expression on her face. I had been staring at the sight for the last few days, and having been caught more than one time too many, I did not have any reservations about the fact that even my wife was aware of it. As she was aware of it now.

I finally dragged my attention away from her breasts. My wife nudged me in my ribs, whispering loudly enough for Helen to hear her words, "Satisfied?"

I smiled sheepishly at her, the outright comment in front of my daughter causing the embarrassment. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my daughter giggling at my predicament. Well, at least she hadn't shouted at me for being so... attentive! I resumed reading the paperback in my hand.

I was conscious of Helen shuffling in her seat, apparently to get into a comfortable position. For an instant, for a brief, tantalizing instant, her nipple peeked out of her dress, but she immediately pulled her robe back over the bud. I went back to the novel.

After some time, Helen stood up, a trace of irritation in her movements. It was obvious that something was troubling her, but before I could ask anything, she went back to her room. Probably had a headache, I told myself. 

"Mom!" came the shout, impatient but not desperate. "Can you come here for a moment, please?"

My wife, who had just been about to embark on one of her dreams, woke up with a start. Experience had taught her never to ignore a new mother's call. "Coming, sweetheart." 

I watched my wife scurry towards the main bedroom. Our sex life being pleasantly non-existent, we didn't lose much when we moved Helen and Becky into the room. Unlike the guest room, which is where I caught my forty winks, there was plenty of space for the crib and the million other baby stuff. The big bed could comfortably contain two people, and my wife retained her spot in it. As I said, there was no reason to miss anything.

For some time afterward, I could hear sounds coming from the bedroom, words being used for and against some argument, the gist of which I had no idea. 'The Prometheus Deception' of Ludlum was approaching its climax, and like with all other of his books, the suspense was killing me. There is nothing more I hate than being interrupted in the midst of a gripping end to a thrilling novel, and I was fast nearing the end when my wife interrupted my concentration.

"John."

"What?" I asked, closing the book in a very eloquent manner. Annie, my wife, winced sarcastically as if I had shouted at her. If it had not been for a sleeping granddaughter, I probably would have...

"Sorry, John. Didn't know Ludlum turned you on so much!"

"What?" I repeated my question more forcefully this time, although a smile was beginning to push through. 

"Helen wants a favor."

"Can it wait?"

"'Fraid not."

"Okay." I threw my arms up in resignation. A father's got to do what a father's got to do. "What is it?"

Annie grinned at me. "I knew you wouldn't refuse if it is for Helen."

I grinned back. "At least she doesn't pick on me like my wife."

"I pick on you? My, how you lie - and that too after I let you ogle our daughter's tits!"

"I did not ogle my daughter's... I didn't even get to see them." I wasn't sure if the underlying tone was one of indignation, or one of regret. I suppose it was one of both. 

Annie beamed even more at me. The action, I knew from years of living with this loving wife of mine, was the precursor to a punch line. My instincts did not fail me. "Well, here's your chance!"

I blinked at her. Was she serious? Was she offering me, her husband, an opportunity to see my daughter's breasts? Sounded too good to be true, and I told her so.

"John, you doubting Thomas. Hear me out." She paused for emphasis. "Becky is drinking less and less milk these days - no, nothing is wrong with her. She is just growing used to the baby food, that's all. In addition to that, that medicine Dr.Wong gave us is working overtime - as he warned, too much milk, to put it shortly. To top it all, her breast pump stopped working. My guess is it couldn't handle the pressure." Another grin. "So, basically, we need to get her milk out, one way or another, preferably another."

"We?"

Annie laughed. "You, to be precise."

I pretended not to catch the innuendo in her voice. "Guess Ludlum will have to wait. Okay, so how many breast pumps do you want? Or should I get a water bilge?"

"Don't play dumb with me, husband. I know you too well to fall for that trick."

"I am serious. Honest."

My wife looked at me straight in the eye. "Your mouth, then."

I shook my head. From where I sat, it sure sounded like she had said, to quote, "Your mouth," to me. What a gag! Trying to keep a poker face, I asked her, "Pardon?"

"You heard me - your mouth."

This was not right - I mean, someone gave the wrong script, right? Of all the things to ask me... Milk my daughter, for God's sakes. What a kill! 

Annie moved towards me. "I am serious, John. I mean it - you need to help Helen out with this, right now. Her jugs are practically overflowing now, and she is going crazy carrying around all the weight. Besides, you like milk - just think of this as a way of cutting provision costs."

Wait a minute. She WAS serious.

"No way," I protested. "She is my daughter. My flesh and blood. I'm not going to suck on her breasts, no matter how heavy or how saturated they are. It's illegal."

"Yeah, and I'm gonna call the cops when you do it! Be rational, Johnny boy. There is nothing wrong in what you are doing - sheesh, you are acting like I asked you to screw her or something. As if I asked you to make love to our daughter."

I started to shake my head, senses numbing as what she said sunk in. She was deliberately conveying the impression that this was supposed to be more or less permanent. Without waiting for a reply, my wife pulled me up and linked her arm through mine. "No more buts - in fact, I thought I might have to ask you to control yourself when I put forward the idea. What kind of a man are you anyway, that denies such a wonderful opportunity to get the purest milk on the face of the planet?"

I tried to find a suitable comeback, but Annie gave me no time at all, marching me towards what had used to be our bedroom. The momentum carried my feet beyond the door, while Annie tacitly stepped back. Even as I turned around, the door had closed in my face. I heard the distinct click as she locked the door at the other end. "Your daughter needs you," I heard her shout. 

Then, her footsteps receded.

"So she talked you into it?" Helen asked.

I whirled around at the sound of her voice - and stopped dead in mid-turn. For she had slid a portion of the robe off a shoulder, revealing an engorged breast, glistening with her milk. Annie hadn't been exaggerating when she said that they were overflowing. I took in a deep breath at the sight of the puffy nipple that graced the top of her tit, the involuntary inhalation not entirely lost on my daughter.

When I finally raised my eyes to her face, she just smiled sweetly at me.

"God," I began to sputter. "What you must think of me... I am sorry it came to this... you must think I am a pervert, or a lecher, or a ... you don't want this, right?"

"Maybe," she said, drawing the words out. "Maybe not."

"Huh?"

"I mean, yeah, I know it is wrong, but I can't think of another way. These breasts are killing me. And the damn pump isn't working."

"I offered to get another one."

"I heard you, Dad. That was very sweet of you, but I don't think that is an option. This is the third breast pump I used, and the milk still seems to be flowing in gallons. Besides, I just couldn't bear the thought of sending so much milk - my milk - down the drain."

I had objected when my wife had asked me, but now, in the light of Helen's reasoning, I began to wonder. Why not? Any other guy, paternity notwithstanding, would have jumped up at the first available opportunity. I was helping her, and it would be a lot cheaper than stocking up on breast pumps. Not to mention the fact that I get to have extra nutrition. Altogether, a good bargain.

As if sensing my reluctance, my daughter pulled the parting of her robe back over her breast. "I will understand if you don't want to, though."

Her eyes still pleaded with me.

I made my decision. I believed it came a lot easier than it should have, and I was already nodding my head even before she had finished. I flashed my best smile at her, eliciting a very relieved "Thank you, Daddeee!" from my daughter.

I moved over to the bed and sat down beside her. As soon as I had, her arms encircled me, drawing me into a bear hug. I could feel her damp chest press into mine as she kissed my cheeks, little pecks like the one she had given me when she was young. I was aware that in a few minutes' time, those robes would part, and a whole new world would be opened to me. Absently, I turned my face to tell her something.

Big mistake!

Thousands of volts coursed through my body as soon as our lips made contact. It was just an accident, and would have been had we pulled away immediately. Instead, we just sat there, unmoving, our mouths doing nothing but keeping in touch. Her eyes were wide open but she made no move to remove her soft lips. We were not kissing, yet it hadn't been a very paternal contact either. I guess the right word would be sensuous. Sensuously erotic.

A minute passed. We were still in the same position, looking into the depths of the other's eyes, seeing yet not seeing, the flashes of desire in them. At the same time, neither of us could move, could not afford to. Finally, we pulled apart.

"Sorry."

"Sorry."

We looked at each other, the embarrassment written in bold across our faces. Then we laughed, the humor clearing some of the embarrassment. It had been nobody's fault, said the unspoken consensus. We left it at that.

Helen dropped her hands to her sides, apparently wanting me to divest her of her robe. I turned her around so that she faced me, as we squatted on the bed. Slowly, as slowly as I could, I brought my hands up to the cleavage of her robe and parted it slightly. My voice caught in my throat as the flushed skin of her breasts came into view, inch by precious inch. I reached the belt of her robe, she having already tied it after seeing my reluctance, and with a little tug, undid the weak knot.

Voila!

Beautiful!

Amazing!

Heaven!

The robe slid apart, opening up her front part for my admiring gaze. Two firm mounds, heavy and creamy pink, topped by a cherry that was just begging to be eaten. I traced the outline of her dress, lightly brushing against the side of her breasts as my hands moved up. The kimono slid off her shoulder with a slight swish, but that was the only other sound in the room, after my heavy breathing. And hers.

I placed my hands on her shoulder, unashamedly gazing on what was to be my imminent meal. Both breasts were glistening, but one appeared slightly more full than the other. I was conscious that my daughter was staring dreamily at me, her father, looking at her so admiringly. So appreciatively. She brought her arms to the sides of my face.

I met her eyes for that one last time of approval; they answered me with a look that was both loving, and desiring. Her right hand squeezed my earlobe slightly, giving me the cue to move forward. As slowly as I had stripped her, I bent my head and moved towards her right breast. At the last moment, though, I stopped.

"Lie down on your back."

Wordlessly, my daughter reclined on the bed, settling her back over her forgotten kimono like some exquisite Goddess. I followed her in perfect synchronization, her hands never had to leave my face at all. Her head rested on her pillow, the golden hair spreading around as if it were the sun's halo. Framed against white and gold, my daughter looked so beautiful I couldn't believe she was, after all, a human - or my offspring, to boot. The beauty looked so... divine.

"Oh, God, Daddy," she started to moan, "Don't try me... I am waiting." And I hadn't even begun, yet.

My mouth enveloped her right breast, and the result was instantly gratifying. Her body started to shudder with wild abandon as my teeth brushed against the top of her nipples. My tongue lolled out, first tracing the outline of her bud and then moving towards the lower regions of her breast. If I thought the sight of my daughter's breasts had been Heaven, the taste was even more heavenly. Indescribably sweet.

A drop of her milk formed at nipple, and the back of my tongue absorbed it at a moment's notice. Helen moaned again, as waves of pleasure shot through her body, as they shot through mine. The flow was increasing, excited by the body's reaction to her father's touch. The white liquid that was the synonym of purity trailed its way down my throat in small quantities, never ceasing to amaze me with their sweetness. Ordinary milk was going to be plain water, after this....

Pretty soon, the milk came in larger spurts, the body having adjusted to the demands of a grown man instead of an infant. Becky was peacefully sleeping in her crib next to the bed, blissfully unaware that her grandfather was dipping into her source of food. Helen pushed her hands against the back of my head, causing me to squeeze her breast harder and faster. Moans escaped from her lips so loud that for a brief second, I figured Annie would come rushing into the room - and then I remembered that this had all been my wife's doing. 

I lost all reservation (as if I still had any!) with that thought. My only regret was that my stuffed mouth couldn't express its happiness as readily as its counterpart on Helen was. I tried to open my mouth once, but the milk started to leak out, and I immediately shut it. Her milk was too precious to waste.

In the midst of this, I felt Helen's body jerk spasmodically. I can't define what it was that I felt - relief, excitement, joy, pleasure... My daughter had actually had an orgasm due to my suckling. Within ten minutes. Up until that moment, I had never felt the satisfaction that I felt then. I was satisfied that I was giving back at least a part of what she was giving me.

After around twenty minutes - I guess it was just twenty - I pulled my mouth out, exhausted, and at the same time, refreshed. My jaw muscles hurt like anything, but the feel of her milk - the scent, the taste of it - offset all the other distractions. I laid down beside my daughter, her hand forming a support for my neck. The air was still electric, and I was extremely aware that my erection was causing quite a sizeable tent in my pants. Helen still had her knickers on, soaked to the skin with her own juices. Her other hand found mine, and we held each other for some time. I realized that I still had one more breast to go; and I was already starting to feel like a lovesick puppy.

"Finished, so soon?"

I turned my head to look into my daughter's smiling face. Her eyes still had that wistful look, but her voice was bright and cheerful, reflecting the same intensities that I was feeling. I pulled my arm up, putting it over her head in a protective manner. Helen snuggled to me, her face resting near my armpit.

I smiled back at her. "Just catching a break." I had no intention of finishing anytime soon,

"Good. Because my left breast is the one you really need to empty."

"Why didn't you say so? I figured your right was the one - girl, answer me." I tried to sound indignant, but I guess I was as successful as was Hitler on D-Day. I ended up grinning at her.

She grinned back. "Just some practice."

If it had not been for Becky waking up right then, I am sure things would have progressed even more then. We were definitely heading for a kiss, when the little girl's cries tore us apart. We didn't want to, but we had to. Helen told me Becky was hungry.

"Sorry 'bout it, Dad."

"Don't fret it, darling. I am sure there will be another time." I managed to keep much of the disappointment out of my voice. Since the baby was closer to my side of the bed, I picked her out of the crib and gently placed her on my daughter's lap. At the touch of her mother, she stopped crying, but she licked her lips to convey her hunger just the same. Women! They are born manipulators.

As I drew away from her, Helen caught my hand and pulled me closer. Reaching over, she kissed me near my lips, where a stray drop of her milk was resting. "Hmmm," she said as she got a taste of her own milk, off my face. I kissed her forehead, and went out of the room. I didn't trust myself to look back at her.

Annie opened the door after my second knock, and I instantly knew she had set up camp outside the door. I couldn't be angry with her, though, for she had provided for me one of the most valuable memories in my life. "Spying on your husband and daughter, eh?"

Annie grinned as a confession. Behind me, my granddaughter was suckling quite loudly on her mother's left breast, but it had, to quote Annie, nowhere near the effect mine had on our daughter. I caught just a glimpse of the blush across my half-naked daughter's face before I continued down the corridor.

The book I had been reading was still where I had left it, but it didn't seem so hot now. Not half as interesting as my daughter's breasts. I sat on the couch and went over the recent incidents. Absently, I ran my tongue over my lips.

"Thanks for helping out, John." It was my wife.

"My pleasure."

"I bet! It's all right, I understand. In fact, I must say you handled yourself well back in there."

"Really?"

"Of course. Any other guy would have been humping her by now, incest or not. My father would have; that's a cert."




The Best Drink



"Your Pop? I mean, did you two -"

She smiled, with a whimsical note in it. "Did we ever! One entire summer. We did nothing else... It was before I met you, Jack, before I fell in love with you." She winced as she said the words, "Before he died."

I did not know what to say. This was a side of Annie I had never known. A side I had never suspected. At least, it made things clearer - things like her indifference to the potential incest my daughter and I were indulging in. It was a relief knowing that my wife wasn't going to sit in judgment of us. 

"Another thing, John. Helen's been cooped up in here lately - why don't you take her out for a movie or something? I can look after Becky while you are gone."

I nodded, for it was a good suggestion. It would also give us some time alone to sort our feelings out. Some privacy to decide where we wanted to take our relationship. A movie sounded good; the darkness would be friendly. Sure.

Half an hour later, I drove Becky to a multiplex on the outskirts. She was having a mini-skirt, a tight t-shirt and high heels that made her almost as tall as me. Her face, on the other hand, was free of any makeup - for the simple reason that it didn't need any. In our hurry, we forgot to check out the posters - we ended up in the backseats of a theater showing a randy Madonna in little more than nothing. I immediately mentioned that it was a good evening for a long ride, but Helen insisted we stay. We did.

Barely five minutes had passed when she whispered hastily to me, "It's leaking again."

I was puzzled. Hadn't Becky finished off her share?

"She didn't have much - just a little, and then she fell asleep again. God, I feel so full." 

I knew what she wanted - her father to the rescue. I didn't know if it was safe - we were in a movie hall, and being caught with my head in my daughter's tits didn't seem so enticing. But all it took was one little squeeze, and I reversed my inhibitions.

I pulled our seat back to the maximum, and lifted the handrail between the seats. The nearest couple was ten rows away. Helen lifted her t-shirt, and I felt around for her bra. Helen giggled as I touched her bare mounds. "Didn't wear them. Hurry, Dad. Otherwise it will stain my top."

We couldn't have that, could we?

I hefted her onto my lap and stuck the t-shirt into a nearby seat. I went to work right away, suckling on her left breast with all the passion I had felt with her right. The naughtiness of doing it so publicly caused me to give extra emphasis with my squeezes, and Helen helped by grinding against me. After some time, I felt her cum, the liquid dripping onto my pants. Thankfully, the moans on the screen disguised the moans of my daughter.

This time, when we finished, we knew what to do. We wanted each other, and we knew it. But I didn't want my first time with my daughter in a theater - that's even worse than the back of a car. We kissed passionately as she put on her t-shirt, and we practically ran out of the multiplex, not wanting anybody to see the evidences of what had actually happened back inside the hall. I could feel the attendant's eyes leering at us, at what he must have thought 'a really horny couple.'

I knew precisely where I wanted to take her - our old home. I had put it on the market after my son died, but there had been few offers. I knocked the 'For Sale' sign placed on the driveway over as I screeched to a halt. The key was still where I had kept it, below the floor mat, and I opened the door. Before Helen could move, though, I lifted her into my arms and carried her into her childhood home. Everything was as it had been, the furniture and the hearth covered with plastic sheets. 

I lost no time in carrying her over to my old bedroom. I kicked the door open, feeling familiar memories of my wedding twenty-six years ago come to the fore. Almost immediately, the present was back in full focus. I felt exhilarated - I was finally going to make love to the loveliest woman on this planet. I was going to make love to my daughter.

I dropped her on the plastic sheets, but she immediately rolled over to the other side and started to pull the sheets off. I followed her cue, tearing the sheets away at my end. The crumpling of the plastic filled the air for a few minutes, and then there was only the sound of springs as we fell into each other's embrace on the bed. The wood creaked in protest as we rolled back and forth, our lips locked tighter than a death-grip.

It struck us both at the same time - the need to get naked. Helen sat on top of me and was about to pull her own t-shirt off when I stopped her. She got the hint, and while I heaved her t-shirt off her body, she started to unbutton my shirt. It was a struggle to manage to concentrate on her skirt, with her watermelons juggling just a few inches above my face, but finally, I got her naked. 

Seeing that she was having difficulty removing my jeans, I stood up and removed them myself. The briefs followed them into the darker recesses of the bedroom, but my eyes were riveted on my daughter. Not a word was spoken as we kissed again, deeper and more passionately than ever. We tossed saliva back and forth for some time, after which we just let our tongues dance with each other.

When we parted, Helen looked at me with a dusky look that made me feel so ... seduced. Suddenly, inspiration struck me - I moved back to her breast. Even though I had ferociously drunk milk from them only half an hour ago, they were still full, perhaps due to the effects of the medicine that Dr.Wong had administered. After sucking in a mouthful, I kissed her again, this time feeding her, as birds do, off my mouth. Just the realization that I was kissing my daughter with her own milk nearly sent me over the edge, but for my excited lover, it was enough to set her off. It was a challenge keeping our lips stuck together as she buckled and jerked under me, her love juices staining the bedspread.

We kept up with the 'proxy breast-feeding', until both of us knew we couldn't hold on any more - especially me. I wanted to fill my daughter up with the same stuff that had once created her - the same stuff that had the potential of creating an offspring, my offspring, in her. I knew she wasn't on the pill, and four months should have been enough time for her to resume her periods once again. On retrospect, I must admit that these facts occurred to me after the act, because at that time, our consummation must have been the only thing in my mind.

It was earth shattering - the climax of our coupling as we came together, in each other's hands, as a tribute to the love and the passion that we shared. We could never ever be just father and daughter - we knew, and we accepted that. What we also knew was that we belonged, without a doubt, to each other. I may be married to her mother, but as we lay there, in the afterglow of our lovemaking, I felt like a king - with his queen by his royal side. We felt ourselves merge into one.

Sleep would not come; nor did we want it to. It was just as wonderful to have her nude body beside me, her beautifully sculptured body with the matchless mind, as we stared up at the dark ceiling. The sun had gone down half an hour ago, and even though we knew we should be getting back home, we felt an equal compulsion to savor the moment as much as possible.

She squeezed my palm gently, and I felt my heart soar. For in this short time, that gesture had come to be mean the professing of our endless love for each other. "Happy?" she asked me.

Instead of answering her directly, I brought her hand to my lips and kissed the back of her palm. Lovers have few words for each other - every action speaks volumes on their behalf. I felt my eyes brim with tears as I perceived her own tears trailing down her cheeks. Neither of us spoke again for some time.

"You realize I am not on the pill," she finally said. It was a more of a question than a statement, the last of her lingering doubts.

"I do."

She paused, waiting for me to elaborate. I let the moment pass, deciding to keep mum until she came out with her desire.

"I could have your baby." There was hope in her voice. Hope interfused with love and fear. Fear about a possible refusal from my part.

"Only if you let me sign my name beside yours."

She mulled over my reply for a second, not wanting to misinterpret my words. Her eyes lit up as she realized the full import of what I had said. Not only did I want our baby, I wanted to publicly announce it as mine. Mine and hers.

Ours.

She rolled on top of me, and we kissed again.

****

The white walls of the waiting room remind me of another similar room in another hospital in another situation, but the painful memories last only for a second. I fidget uneasily in front of the labor room as I wait for the good news. My wife Annie links her arm through mine, assuring me that everything would be just fine.

Presently, a plump nurse heads in our direction.

"Excuse me, but are you Helen's -?" She leaves the last word unsaid. 

I nod.

"Congratulations! Your daughter just delivered a baby girl. Mother and child are doing just fine."

"Can I see her?" I ask eagerly.

"Right after you sign here," the nurse says, handing me the paternity papers. Annie, with Becky by her side, shoots me a proud and loving look. She follows the nurse into the delivery ward, almost running to see her daughter and her newest grandchild - a grandchild born to her husband.

I thank God for his blessings before signing my name.

Right beside the column named, "Father's Name."