0 comments/ 25515 views/ 4 favorites An Unnofficial History Ch. 01 By: Yaems I write this history as an outlet for my frustrations. When you aren't getting enough sex it's hard to think of anything else, and for me thinking about sex is thinking about my past experiences. For this reason, the episodes I write about are in no real order- whatever scene haunts me at the time is what gets written. I will do my best to keep some sense of coherence, and I apologize if at any point I fail to do so. _________________________ I've always had a problem with size- not least when I first got with my current girl, Rachael. I stood at two meters tall, thin but well toned and weighed almost one hundred kilos. She on the other hand was easily a whole foot shorter and curvaceous, the sort of build that on first glance is cute or cherublike but on closer inspection yields a well made voluptuous body. I wondered what we would look like walking down the street hand in hand, what people would say or think. Six foot five was tall enough to be noticed but far from freakish, and in the same way five foot three was short but not dwarven, but standing side by side doesn't help either party. I wondered how we would 'fit together'. In my nightmares I saw myself on top of my girlfriend but staring at a pillow, her head way down the bed somewhere screaming in agony from being crushed by my weight and injured by my cock. Such a small girl would most certainly have troubles with my size, especially if my past experiences were anything to go on. To compound my problems, she was not only a virgin but completely inexperienced- sex with the girl I loved was out of the question, as far as I could see. I had just come from a difficult split from a girl who I had been with for almost five years. Sarah and I had been together since the last year of high school and she was the exact opposite of Rachael. Rachael was artistic and fun loving and Sarah was driven and hardworking. Where Rachael was easy going, Sarah was anxious. Sarah drank champagne, Rachael drank peppermint tea. They were opposites physically as well- Sarah was tall and athletic with long and luscious blonde hair, the sort of delicate but imposing look that impressed other women and put men on the back foot. She had pale and flawless complexion, perfect ass and small perky breasts, and however shallow it was I was scared to go from having a relatively regular diet of amazing sex with a body like hers to one I had never seen and was probably going to injure. That said, the sex life I had enjoyed with Sarah had started out fairly slowly- although she had been with other guys, it took her a while to get comfortable with both my size and her own body image. For a few months our sex was slow and meticulous, with me making every effort to get her accustomed to the feeling of my cock, always making sure it was as comfortable and pleasurable as possible. As well as this, Sarah had her own issues with size- she hated her breasts. Though any sane man or woman would delight in them, she was convinced that they were much too small and because of this always kept something between her bare breasts and my eyes. It was the day she let me see them that our sexual relationship changed. We had been building up to it for a few weeks; she had been down to just her bra for a while and had decided that she was comfortable enough. I suggested we take a shower together first- some new foreplay that would perhaps take some of the emphasis off the situation. We stood there naked, waiting for the water to get hot, and even though only two foam cups had separated her from complete exposure so many times I couldn't help analyzing her body over and over again. Her breasts complemented her body perfectly- they were a small B but were beautifully shaped with perfect nipples that despite the hot steam now billowing from the shower were hard as diamonds. And by following her eyes I realized they weren't the only thing. More aroused than I had even been, my usually huge cock had grown even larger. Suddenly I was the one who was self-conscious. I worried about how this would make our sex even slower and how absurd I looked with almost ten inches of cock standing to attention, advertising how aroused I was. I looked back at her, shuffling my feet in a vain attempt to hide my shame. She still stood motionless, nipples hard and eyes transfixed. I opened my mouth to say something- anything to break the uncomfortable situation, but nothing came out. Before I had the chance, she was on her knees, swallowing my cock. In our three months together I had licked her almost every time we had the chance, she loved it and the relaxation and wetness it brought helped her take my cock. I didn't mind in the slightest, her clean shaven pussy was beautiful against my lips and having her respond to my tongue flicking over her clit as I softly sucked on it was wonderful, however she had never been confident enough to take me in her mouth before. The fact that she was now on her knees in the bathroom as the shower continued to run with her mouth filled with cock made it obvious that all reservations that she had were now gone. I relaxed and breathed deep. In the air, mixed with the vapour I could smell her arousal. Eyes closed and mouth fucking me with passion, she had one hand wrapped around the base of my cock while the other ran over my stomach and chest. The more she sucked me, the weaker my knees became, and in the end it was too much. I gently pulled her ponytail and she looked up, the tip of my cock still between her lips "That's really good..." She swallowed me once more slowly as I watched exactly how much of my cock she took, and how much was still left. "I need you to fuck me." My heart exploded. No-one, including her, had ever talked to me like that before. I stumbled for words, my brain trying to find the words that would ensure she got what she wanted. "So... go back to the bedroom?" "No... just fuck me, please. Here. I don't care." She spoke quickly, still grasping my cock. My mind raced trying to work out how it could be done, the shower was very large and could perhaps fit us in but the unforgiving tiled floor prevented us from having sex in our usual fashion; we had only ever done it laying down on our sides or in the missionary position. My train of thought was derailed by her pulling me in by my still throbbing cock. She positioned herself under the water on all fours, the water cascading own her perfectly shaped ass. "Like this." "Are you sure?" As if to reply before she spoke, the snaked her hand down her body and slid a finger inside her wet pussy. "Fuck me please..." My mind was gone for the moment; it no longer checked and double checked the situation. There was no more second guessing or worrying. The liberation of exposing her body to me and her realization of how excited it got me melted her inhibitions away. She was not moaning softly as we lay together carefully trying to enjoy each other, she was on her hands and knees begging for cock. I positioned myself against her entrance and slid my hands over her hips and back, savouring the new way of experiencing her. She had other plans. Putting one hand against the wall for leverage she pushed back hard on to me, her tight pussy stretching to take me. Nine and a half inches of cock slid inside her until my hips were almost touching her ass. For a moment she stayed there on her hands knees impaled by my aching cock, then she spoke. "Now fuck me." I eased out of her slowly, then back in. The head of my cock worked against her walls, its ridge massaging her. "Harder." Hand still on the wall, she worked back onto me faster. Momentarily my worries returned. "It doesn't hurt?" She didn't reply. She just kept filling herself up with my cock. Putting my qualms aside again, I put my hands on her hips and gave her more. It didn't take long until she responded to my effort. Her pussy started to tighten, and as she took me she moaned much louder than any time before. Her hand dropped from the wall, her elbows started to give and her back arched. "fuck me hard... fuck me fuck me..." With one last pulse of tightness from her wet slit, she came hard. As she shuddered and her pussy relaxed an arm came back to hold me steady. "I need a break..." We stayed there, water still cascading over our skin, tile marks embedding deeper into our knees and still linked together, me as deep inside her as I had ever been. I was blank, still in shock. Eventually she turned to look at me and spoke again. "Again. Harder." I just stared back at her for a moment, unsure of... everything. "I don't know..." she explained. "I need it. It hurts a little bit but I don't care. I need it." She put her hand against the wall again and eased back and forth on me again. "I just need you to fuck me... " As she worked down onto my cock, I felt the difference in her pussy. Coming so hard had made her normally tight entrance relaxed and ready for almost anything. Not being able to resist, I pulled away until my cock slipped out of her and replaced in with two of my long fingers. Although momentarily angered by my interruption she quickly resumed her movement, pleasuring herself while I explored her. Not only were the lips of her pussy much more accommodating after her first orgasm, but her walls had stretched and lengthened to take my long, thick shaft. As I slid my fingers out her hand shot back for my cock, grabbing me roughly and pressing it up against her pussy. I looked at my fingers, she had been so wet they still glistened with her juice. Needing to taste it, I sucked them clean, realizing after the fact that as she gently rocked back on to me again she had watched me do it. Nothing was said- our gazes were locked as we slowly fucked. Again I felt her entrance tighten around me, and as she stared at me she moaned loud. I couldn't take it a second time. I grabbed her ass, kneaded it in my hands and pumped harder into her. Staring at her I thought about filling her stretched, wet pussy with my cum, and as her elbows buckled and she began to surrender to her orgasm I fucked her even harder. "Do it. Fuck me." She brought her hand back again, almost collapsing in the process and began alternating between her clit and the base of my cock. It was all too much. Feeling her hand stroke me, her tight lips run down my shaft as I worked inside her now accommodating and wet pussy, hearing her moan and seeing her eyes barely open and glazed over with pleasure sent me over. My cock pulsed and tensed and as I felt the cum explode from me I fucked her as hard as I could, the water spraying off us as her ass thumped against my hips. Above the noise of bodies slamming together she moaned loudly, her orgasm compelling her pussy to squeeze every drop of cum from me. That was the first time we let go and fucked properly, however it was definitely not the last... An Unnofficial History Ch. 02 Thanks to those who voted and read the last one. This one is closer to my heart for a few reasons but I tried to spend more time talking about sex rather than about what was inside my head in an attempt to make it more reader friendly (as oppose to self serving). You try and do something for yourself, then someone gives it some stars out of five- all of a sudden you forget the original point and start looking for more stars. Egos, huh? As always, reading the first one is strongly advised but not absolutely necessary... _________________________ ______________________ It was after the shower episode that I started to see Sarah's true sexuality- as time went on she became more adventurous and less concerned with image and consequences. Sex went from a careful and tender undertaking to a wanton frenzy, her mind and body sinking into a different world for the duration of our lovemaking. As far as I was concerned it was a change that I watched in awe; something I didn't quite understand at the time but thoroughly appreciated nonetheless. After a while things became more rudimentary- the new became the normal and our sexual excitement hit a plateau. There were plenty of good times in those months, however nothing sticks in your mind quite like a 'first'; that initial experience of something new, the exploration of uncharted territory. For that reason, we will fast forward from the first chapter almost six months to just before my nineteenth birthday. Sarah and I had finished high school and were working for a few months before heading to university, so we often only had the weekends to ourselves. The fact that Sarah still lived with her fairly protective mother made things even harder, so when she gave me call late one afternoon and asked if she could come over, I was glad I had nowhere to be. Of course, my mind immediately turned to fucking her and how best to garner that result as quickly and efficiently as possible- not very romantic I know, but the ugly truth. She often finished work drained, stressed and smelling of frying oil; not a combination that lent itself to her being in the mood for sex and so I didn't have high hopes... When she arrived at the door I had made no progress in my cunning plan other than a few compliments. Genius. I opened the door to greet her. "Anyone else here?" she asked. "No..." I responded questioningly. "Then fuck me." She marched straight past me to the bedroom, dumping her bag and beginning to disrobe on the way. By the time I caught up to her, she was already naked on the bed slowly rubbing her clit. I struggled with what was left of my clothes and she stared at me like an impatient store clerk waiting for an elderly customer to decide what they were going to buy. I felt small inside, but outside I was as big as ever, and as I lay down next to her my cock felt like it was going to burst. She sidled up beside me, her back toward me and her and her leg in the air. "I want it like this" she said, reaching between her legs for my cock as she spoke. She guided my aching cock to her deliciously wet pussy, the tip of me gently pressing at her opening. With one hand supporting me and the other plying at her curvy hips, I slowly pushed inside her. She felt as phenomenal as ever- tight but inviting and taking almost ten inches right to the hilt. My hips pressed against her ass as she wriggled back in an effort to take as much cock inside her as she could, then withdrawing it by straightening her back, trapping me at an angle and making the head of my member push and rub against her most intimate of places. We fucked like this slowly at first, then picking up speed until we crashed together on every stroke. My hand had ventured down to her unfathomably perfect ass; with her leg arched up her ass cheek was in the perfect position. Let me say now that until this point I had never considered myself terribly interested in that particular part of a woman's anatomy, but at that point, with the perfect ass in the perfect position, I was converted. It really was that perfect. I gripped and squeezed this beautiful piece of flesh as I fucked Sarah unrelentingly, my other hand finding her breasts and my breath falling on the nape of her neck. And before I knew it, I was doing something I had no intention of doing. As I fucked her pussy and squeezed her ass the tip of my middle finger had begun to brush her in a place we had only ever talked about. Briefly. And in that brief conversation she had said exactly what one would expect- "no, never, no way, that disgusting." I didn't want to make a big deal out of it. It wasn't a big deal. I took my hand away and tried to get my mind back to what I was doing. She reached back, found my hand and put it back where it was. It took me few seconds to comprehend what was going on. I was young and inexperienced- there was no way that a woman would WANT me to touch them there, was there? I didn't move. I was confused to the point of atrophy. And then she spoke. "Touch me please..." The words were almost whispered. They were shameful and desperate; seemingly perverted yet wholly innocent. I slowly pressed my middle finger against her tight hole. At first, everything was static- we had stopped fucking; we had stopped moving at all save the tiniest of movements. My finger softly and slowly explored this new territory and neither of us made a sound. I gently circled, pressed and stroked her ass, attempting at the same time to gauge what was going through her mind. She began to breathe heavy, then whimper, then push back onto me. My cock began to once again sink deep into her now drenched cunt. Her wetness was flowing out of her like I had never seen before, dripping slowly down to her thigh and onto the sheets. My finger was also now pushing harder and harder against her ass, and this added to the mix of her sweat and juices meant that I had to stop myself from penetrating her. Now at this point, you may be wondering why I'd want to stop myself, but keep in mind that at this point I was young and (until a few minutes ago) not interested in anal at all. On top of that, anyone who has read the first chapter may recall that the first few months of my sexual relationship with Sarah was spent repeating the mantra "are you alright" between every thrust. The general conception might be that having a big cock makes a man confident, but in my case at least it lead only to always second guessing myself when it came to sexual matters. So, of course, the next three words that come out of my mouth are "Are you alright?" She doesn't stop, she doesn't look at me, she keeps thrusting against me, arching her back, getting as much cock as she can and now adds to this her hand on her ass cheek to spread herself wider. "I want to feel it." "More?" "Inside. Put it inside." Between the wetness and her desire, it slipped in easily. First the pad of my finger, then the tip. I let her set her pace for her first anal penetration, letting her push back for more and not following her if she backed away. Soon she had the first knuckle, then she resumed her back arching lust filled assault on my cock. As she fucked me again, my finger pushed in and out of her beautiful tight warm hole. I stopped thinking about how much, I don't remember and at the time I didn't care. I was in another world. Her pussy had become so much tighter; her muscles had begun to contract and constrict my thick cock as she fucked me. Her ass felt like I couldn't believe- hot and tight, it seemed like it was sucking me deeper into her. By far the best thing, though, was feeling my cock inside her cunt through her ass. I could feel the ridge of my cock sliding in and out of that delectable pussy as I probed her and couldn't help but visualize what we were doing from a whole other perspective. I then became aware that just as I could feel my cock with my finger, I could feel my finger with my cock, the tip of my digit enveloped in her ass giving just enough pressure on my shaft to add to my pleasure. I was feeling us fuck, really FEELING it, and it was by all accounts, amazing. She slowed down a little and spoke. "Are you ok with touching me.... There?" "I am, it feels amazing. You like it?" Posed in the manner of a question but really more of a statement... "Yeah... how does it feel amazing?" I thought about what I could say, but in the end decided what I'd like to see. Like watching her masturbate but twice the excitement. "Feel for yourself." She hesitated. She started to make excuses. In the end though, she gave in. Her hand left her ass cheek, the gorgeous flesh rippling back to its natural position before once more being plied and kneaded between my fingers. I spread her apart to both give her better access and me a better view. Sarah's hands were soft and elegant with long slender fingers, and it was one of those fingers that I watched disappear inside her own tight hole. At first it seemed like a magic trick, as if her digit had vanished, but then I felt it- the gentle pressure that came from her being filled in both her ass and her pussy. "It's more weird than amazing..." "Wait..." and with that I slowly began to work my cock deeper inside her. She gasped. "Oh my God.... Oh.... Holy sh....ohhh....." Words stopped and her soft breathy groans began. As I worked up speed, her groans became moans and her finger came to life. I could feel her explore the beautiful ass she was blessed with until, satisfied with her survey had discovered she settled upon the point at which she could feel my cock the most. "Now does it feel amazing? Can you feel us fucking? Feel my shaft buried inside you? That was enough- with a passionate cry she came, pussy twitching and squeezing my cock, compelling me to climax. I unleashed inside her as she came down from her orgasm, still groaning and spasming with my cock blowing ropes of cum inside her already soaked cunt. We showered and we slept. It was 3 hours before we woke to the sound of a mobile phone. Her mother, livid that she was about to miss dinner. As she cursed and grumbled, I lay there wondering what would happen next in our sexual journey, hoping that it would be as awesome as what I had just experienced. Although I know now so much more, the thrill of a new sexual discovery is a feeling that cannot be topped- I would go on to do a lot more with Sarah and other girls but for me it is my introduction to anal play that is my fondest memory. As she gathered her stuff to appease her mother and go home, I remember trying to think what would happen next, what new sexual indiscretion we would explore. I had no idea, though, that not only would it be something completely overwhelming, but that it would happen in only a week's time. An Unnofficial History Ch. 03 Thanks again to all who have read the other two. This one is a bit different- it was definitely a hard one to write (if only because it was such a tricky situation) but I hope it came out ok. This is the last appearance that Sarah is going to make for a while at least, I moved to the city not long after this occurred. I'm not sure what exactly I'm going to write about next, but if anyone has a particular topic they might like to read about, chances are that I've got a story about it, so feel free to leave a comment or send me a message- I've found this whole thing to be quite therapeutic. Bu anyway, the story. Something that I've never really told anyone, but after reading half the stuff that gets put up here, I'm happy enough to let it loose. ________________________________ The week that followed our afternoon fun was particularly uneventful- work kept us both fairly busy which made I hard to find time for each other, let alone time alone. When the weekend arrived we were both looking forward to having an evening with friends and a night with each other, however it was not to be. When Sarah called me on Friday afternoon I assumed it was to get me to pick her up, but instead it was quite the opposite. "How would you like to come over to here for dinner...?" Her voice had a distinct quiver of unconfidence. "Is your mother out?" Silence for a while. "She says that I spend too much time with you so she wants me here for dinner." "... And me?" "Well, I said that I had plans with you and wouldn't cancel them unless you came here too." "No thanks." She exhaled angrily. "Please? Please. I'll die of boredom. If I don't do it then she'll just bitch and bitch until I die. Or she dies. She's just jealous I think." The whole thing put me in a foul mood. Having plans spoiled is ok, but having them spoiled by Sarah's crazy mother Deborah was a different thing entirely. Deb had seldom been kind to me in the year I had known her, something that I had always seen as a result of being very protective of her daughter mixed with general man-hate. To look at, she was a completely unremarkable middle aged woman; to talk to, she was a somewhat reclusive woman who liked wine and hated everything she didn't like. The fact that we didn't get along was to me at least, simply unfortunate, however I couldn't stand the tension she often created in my relationship with Sarah. Dinner was lamb chops in front of the television, Sarah and I sitting in the two seater with Deb in her recliner, legs tucked away under a blanket making the middle aged mother seem like a ninety year old grandmother.. We ate. We finished eating. We sat in silence. We watched primetime TV. After an appropriate waiting period, I made the suggestion that we leave- I had foolishly assumed that having satisfied my part of the bargain, I would be able to take my sexy prize and go home. Foolish. Deborah went off. "You are just going to leave me?" She drilled holes in Sarah with her eyes. "You are NOT going to leave me. You are spending at least ONE night under this roof. You are my daughter!" Etcetera etcetera. It shouldn't be any surprise what the end result was at any rate. Sarah begrudgingly accepted to stay when Deb begrudgingly accepted to let me stay as well. We went to bed early- as early as possible really. It was either bed or watching some documentary about meerkats. As we settled into bed, we could hear the muffled voice of David Attenborough through the wall and see the soft glow of the television sneak under the door- Sarah's room joined directly on to the lounge room, her bed against the dividing wall. Deb had, in my imagination at least, resolved to stay up as late as possible in an attempt to deter any 'inappropriate behavior' on the part of her twenty year old daughter. Unfortunately for her daughter and I, it was working- the last thing I wanted to do was unleash a weeks worth of sexual frustration with her 15 feet away watching the circle of life unfold on the African savannah. Better she was on the African savannah herself, I thought- see how her humourless face and bitchy attitude dealt with a pack of hyenas. We lay in the dark, waiting. Our hands strayed, accompanied by kisses and whispers until eventually we had given up waiting. She crawled down the bed until she found my hard cock, begging for attention. At first she watched it closely as she stroked it- as if to gauge how it felt in her hands, but soon my shaft was slowly sliding between her lips. She sucked me slowly for a while, with no rush or urgency, her mouth lulling me into a sensual relaxation that seemed to last forever. Eventually though, she changed her tack. Gaining speed, she went from her slow and deliberate to hungry cocksucking. My cock was much too big for her to take it all, but the length she could manage was more than enough to make me groan from her work. She looked up at me with impish eyes, knowing full well that I was attempting to be as quiet as possible; she tried her hardest to make me moan. She sucked hard and as deep as she could, and whatever didn't fit in her mouth she squeezed in her elegant hands. I couldn't let it go unanswered. Reaching down, I got hold of her leg and swung her around- her mouth still worked my cock but now her clean shaven cunt was within reach. She quickly caught on and threw her leg over me, her pussy waiting to be pleasured, her clit swollen as if to demand attention. But it wasn't to last long. As soon as I started to lap at her engorged clit, she bucked and moaned like an animal. Forgetting the mission of secrecy and quiet, I latched my arms around her hips and held her fast and I sucked and licked at her pussy, with her cries only getting louder as I pleasured her more and more. But her mother, not 15 feet away! I remembered and immediately held off, but she would have none of it. She pushed herself onto me, grinding and fucking my mouth until I licked her again. She moaned quietly, then loudly, then it got even worse. "Fuck yeah.... Kiss me there, kiss my clit...." I tried to voice my concern but didn't get far- between groans she gave her retort. "If she isn't drunk and asleep, then she's asking for it.... Now give me a finger, get me ready for this massive thing" I slid my index finger into her cunt- between her excitement and my moth it was well and truly drenched. Another moan, this time muffled by my cock as it slid slowly between her lips again. For a moment, that is how we stayed; her gorgeous ass right in front of me, tight wet pussy around my finger, her stomach and breasts pressed against my body and her pretty mouth slowly working my cock. She broke the silence. "give me two..." I slid my forefinger in to join the other.... But.... Silence? I whispered to Sarah. "she's gone to bed?" "Maybe we scared her off. Fuck my pussy and give me that tongue back." Of course, I complied. "yeah, god that feels good. You lick me so well. I hope I suck you as well as you lick me..." It was the most vocal Sarah had ever been during sex, and at the time I was enjoying it too much to ask myself why. I knew she enjoyed me talking to her immensely, and for the first time I got to experience it myself. "You like me sucking your thick cock?" "I do, I loved it since the first day you did it." "Do you love it when I swallow your cum?" She started to push back hard, forcing my fingers deep inside her. "I love flooding your mouth with cum and having you suck it down." "FUCK I need your cock. I want it." I waited for her to change positions, bring her head back up the bed and lay with me- instead she didn't move. "I want to try something new..." She kept her legs either side of me and simply moved herself down until her pussy was over my cock. Sitting up, she reached down and guided my hard cock to her dripping sex and pushed herself down until it sank inside her. It was too much for me, finally experiencing her tight pussy, trying out a previously untried position and getting to watch her pussy and ass from a fantastic viewpoint all combining to make me snarl. "You like it? It feels good for me..." She started to grind back and forth. "Feels very good for meeeee..... You like the view too?" "Uh huh" There was still too much pleasure to be had for me to be of any use. "What can you see? Can you see your big cock sliding into me? Can you see my ass?" I didn't say anything, I just roughly grabbed her perfectly shaped ass and pushed and pulled her as she continued to grind into me. It sent her even further, her hands grabbing at my thighs to keep her upright while she fucked me even harder, her moans becoming louder with every thrust. We fucked like this for god knows how long, she came at least once, maybe twice and kept going. I watched her ass as she moved and felt the cum build up inside me. "You like my ass, don't you. I want you to touch me again." She reached back, grabbed one of my hands and pulled it until I brought it to her mouth. Then, after sucking it in her mouth slowly and sensuously, she let it go and leaned forward. Before I could give it to her though, she reconsidered. "No, wait...." I was disappointed, but tried not to let it show. "Watch me fuck my ass with it while I take your massive cock. I know you like to watch." I watched that beautiful long finger delve into her tight hole, then once again, I felt it inside her as it gave that unmistakable pressure on my cock. I expected her to start slow, but I was wrong- she immediately fucked both me and herself with gusto. "You know, I masturbated like this.... Every day... I love it... I love fucking my ass. I love the feeling...... you HEAR that? I love to... Fuck my... Asss.... And I love. This .Cock... FUCK ME....." In the back of my mind, what she was saying was a little strange. Of course I could hear her, but I was too engulfed in pleasure to care. "That's it, that's IT!" She bucked and screamed and squealed, her tight cunt squeezed and twitched and her hand that rested on my thigh dug its nails into my skin. Then in one movement, she slid her finger out of her ass, my cock out of my pussy and rested her head on the bed, completely spent. I gave her some time to recover, but as I lay in the dark, I noticed something. The faint glow of a TV screen creeping under the door. Sarah had noticed it too, because when I went to whisper it to her, I could see her eyes fixed on it. Did this mean she had fallen asleep on the couch? I HOPED it meant she had fallen asleep on the couch. In the quiet, I heard breath from the next room- She must be asleep, breathing heavy, much to my relief. I opened my mouth to speak to Sarah regarding what she planned to do about my now close to bursting cock, but was cut off by "THE BITCH!" She whispered the words but they still carried all the emotion of if they were screamed at full volume. I was confused. Very confused. Sarah jumped up, got a sarong from her dresser and left the room, wrapping the sarong around her lithe, sweaty body as she opened the door. I resigned myself to confusion and did what any normal man would do in that situation, I slowly and lazily masturbated. I heard the kitchen tap run and assumed it was Sarah getting a drink or washing her hands, then heard the sound come back on the television. "Oh mum, I thought you mustn't have liked the sound?" Silence. "Because, well you had it turned off, so you mustn't have liked what you heard.... On the TV I mean." Deb was indignant. "You don't need sound to watch TV. I just like watching it sometimes, this show is interesting..." "Well I heard some strange noises and wondered what was going on." Deb's voice cracked and quavered. Like many bombastic people I've met before and since, she couldn't lie to save her life. "It was the TV.... I was asleep..." "Which was it?" "YOU heard noises??? I heard much worse. Missy!" "You did! And you fingered yourself to it, you sick bitch!" Silence again. I had stopped mid stroke, wondering what the fuck was going on and how I would get out alive. "I did not...." Deb's voice was quiet. "You disgusting little girl. Shame on you for thinking such disgusting thoughts! And the things you said in there! No mother should ever have to-" "Oh shut up, you did. You masturbated to me getting fucked. You sat out here and waited, then you gave yourself a treat. Didn't you!" "I wanted to watch the TV." "With no sound." "I wanted to make sure you two didn't get up to any disgusting things in there!" "And then we did. And you banged on the wall and told us to stop." Sarah paused for a while, then spoke again; this time her voice was softer. "Did you finish? Did we give you enough material? We mustn't have... " I heard cloth hit carpet, then saw Sarah standing at the doorway minus her sarong. "Come here" "What?" She leant down, wrapped her fingers around my cock and slowly lead me off the bed. "Come on, this way. I'm going to finish you off. Don't you want me to make you cum?" She had an almost painful grip and was still leading me towards the door. "Here is fine, here. Here will do..." "Here will not do..." she spoke like a cat purrs. "Here is no good at all." She was still reeling me in, coaxing me into a very bizarre position- naked and smelling of sex in front of her mother. I could see the lounges now, one more step and I would be at the threshold of the room. I half expected and half hoped that Deborah would scream or cry or just plain leave, but nothing happened. I took the step, completely lost and confused and found myself basked in the glow of late night TV and watched with an extra set of wide eyes. "Hmmm...." Sarah said as she sank to her knees. "He's gone a little soft. I want you to be impressed by it- I'll give it a little suck." I didn't know where to look, so I stared at the ceiling as she licked up and down my shaft. It was a bizarre place to be, very uncomfortable but completely accepting of what was happening. I really felt that I could do nothing about it. "There you go, nice and hard now. Don't get too excited though, I know you like to cum in my mouth but I want something different. She needs to see it, and if I swallow it all then she'll miss out." Sarah led me to the middle of the room, between the TV and the couch and sat down on one of the ottomans that made up the generic furniture store lounge suite that Deborah had recently bought. The way she was seated was so casual- elbows resting on knees, leaning lazily forward, despite the fact she was an arm's length away from her mother. Her pale, perfect skin glowed in the dim light and despite her somewhat ridiculous position she was extremely arousing. Her eyes drew me over to her, and I eventually stood directly in front of Sarah, the two of us facing each other in front on Deborah, still sitting under her blanket in silence. Sarah began to stroke my cock in front of her face, just as she had done at the start of the night. "I love it, it pleases me so well... It was hard to take at first, but now it makes me cum over and over again. Have you had one this big?" Deborah may have nodded or shook her head and I wouldn't have known. I was still looking at the ceiling. "But you've got to look after it," she continued. "It made me come a lot tonight but it hasn't cum yet...." She sucked it a little between sentences. "So I've got to make it cum. You going to watch? You sort yourself out too, it's only fair. What do you want to see? Do you want to watch me suck him; have him spray all over my body? No, you want to watch me too, don't you... you want to see your daughter get fucked." She moved the ottoman forward a little, then knelt down in front of me and rested her elbows on it, presenting her pussy to me. She had positioned herself so that our hips would meet right in front of her mother's gaze, giving Deborah an uninhibited view of the proceedings. For the first time I gathered the strength to look at Deb and saw her eyes taking in Sarah's body, then My cock, then Sarah again. I could see the slight movement underneath her blanket and assumed that she had well and truly given in. Sarah reached back between her legs and beckoned for my cock. "You ARE a sick bitch, already working yourself up over our bodies. I haven't even stuck his nice big cock in yet.... It should be nice and easy, I'm still all relaxed and dripping from before." And it was. I sank into her easily, filling that glorious cunt up once more and forgetting all doubts and reservations to the point that I allowed a moan to escape my lips- a moan that was joined by two others. "That's it, we are all relaxed now.... Give me that big cock, fuck me. Show this sick bitch how you fuck me." Grabbing her hips, I started to pound her. My hips slapped against her ass as she took every inch that I had, forcing grunts and moans out of her with every stroke. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Deborah respond as well, any attempts on her part to hide her efforts abandoned. She had two hands working furiously under her blanket, her eyes going on a steady patrol from her daughter's head to my toes. "Better than listening through the wall, isn't it..." Sarah's voice came through strained and broken between strokes, until looking her mother in the eyes she slowed it down to a steady, languid pace. "I used to think you were jealous of him for spending time with me, but now I know you are jealous of both of us. Of me for getting him, and him for getting me.... You wish you had that cock, don't you. You wish you had it to enjoy, and you wish you had it to own, so you could have this sweet little pussy..." It was crazy. Even in my sex crazed state I knew she was saying.... Bad... things... I freaked out a little on the inside, but Deborah's reaction was very much external. "Fuuuu.... Ohhhh..." she moaned, the first major sound she had made since I had entered the room. She worked herself so hard the sound of her fingers fucking her cunt was audible, the unmistakable squelch of a wet hole being filled coinciding with her now obvious hand movements. Sarah responded in kind by resuming her now trademarked move of fucking back onto my cock with hungry necessity. "Watch me. Watch your daughter get filled and fucked. You sick bitch. You want to fuck this big cock and you want to fuck me too. Fuck your daughter. You like my body, you sick bitch? Watch my breasts, watch my little tits bounce when he fucks me. I know you got implants, you didn't like your breasts, but he doesn't mind them. Do you baby?" It was so wrong. She was so wrong, but it was sexy as hell. My conscience had been well and truly silenced the moment I heard Deborah fucking herself as hard as she now was. "I love your breasts..." "You do. At first I was scared you wouldn't, but now I know you love them. You know what we did the other week, mother? I squashed my little tits together and rubbed them all over that beast of a cock..." Deborah was really moaning loud now. "... and when he started oozing from excitement, I rubbed it all over my chest. You watch those little tits bounce you disgusting bitch." I'd never met this girl before, but I loved fucking her. This went way beyond the surprise I had felt any of the other times our sex had gone somewhere I didn't expect. I was well and truly close now, lucky that I had held on this long. Luckily, I could feel her cunt constrict me and I knew she wasn't far off herself. "Watch those little fuuuuuck.... Fuuucking... tits... Fuck yeah... You are close, aren't you baby, I can feel your cock throb in me. I want you to flood me, but only after Mummy says it's ok... It's her house after all, she's the one in charge of us, aren't you you sick perverted bi bitch. You tell us when you are ready for him to fill me up. Fucking.... Tell... Fuck..."