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Quality Time

By: misspandp



One evening I was sitting at the computer enjoying some 'quality' time when I thought I heard a noise. I went to the door and saw nothing, so I opened it to get a better look and found a hand quickly around my mouth. There were about three shapes. I didn't get a good look because I was turned quickly and rushed into the bedroom where they wrapped something around my eyes. 

A gruff voice snarled at me, 'Shut up you little tease, we see you walking around here naked, playing with your little pussy at the computer. Well now your going to get what you really want.'

I was wearing my new red silk nightie with the slit up the side. They were quickly ripped off my body leaving a sharp sting on my flesh, and thrown on the floor. My head was spinning I couldn't believe this was happening, but I was so glad that it was. I felt my pussy getting wet. I heard them take off their clothes and decided that it would be best to try and squirm and moan so that they would be a little rougher.

One cock was shoved into my mouth and I was ordered to suck. Since this was one of my many talents I decided to do the best job I could. I hungrily sucked, my tongue darting out around his thick shaft as his hands pulled at my hair and twined it around his fingers. Usually I start this out slow and increase the pace but this guy wanted to make my mouth his. He tightened his grip on my hair and started pumping his dick in my mouth, the head forcing its way down my throat, I gagged at the force and my abuser just laughed.

'Yeah you good little cocksucker suck it hard!'

The other men were laughing and making comments to me about how they were going to treat me like the little slut I am. I made a muffled noise agreeing. I heard one of them going into my makeup table and by the sound in his voice I guess he found my toys. The other guy started busying himself by licking and sucking my swollen clit. He shoved a finger inside my cunt, 'Fuck she is so wet. I think she likes it.'

He moved his left hand to my breast and teased my nipple, at the same time he pushed three fingers inside me stretching my slippery pussy and sucked down on my clit. Then he stood up and I felt my legs pushed wider apart. He thrust his cock all the way to the hilt slamming the head deep into me. As the cock in my mouth was withdrawn, I begged, 'Please, do anything, but don't come in me.'

I felt all six hands on me flipping me over so that I was on my hands and knees. Another cock was placed at my mouth. Someone slid behind me and pulled me down to them slamming their cock into my now slick cunt. I was getting the fucking of a life and I loved it As soon as he was in both men started slamming into me. My hair was pulled suddenly as the cock in my mouth tensed, he pushed as far as he could and I felt the creamy liquid shoot down my throat.

My cunt continued to be slammed by the monster cock. As the cock in my mouth finished coming he let go of my hair and slid off the bed. The guy who was pounding my tight hole took hold of my hair like reins and through gritted teeth rode me harder and harder. The guy behind me grunted and I knew he was coming. He sunk his teeth into my flesh as he came, shooting deep into my womb. As soon as he was done he slid out and ran his hands over my body, savouring whatever he desired. 

I lay on the bed exhausted. The three of them dressed then the last guy leaned down on the bed and sat me up. He removed the blindfold and I winced, we were alone and he stared into my eyes.

'You haven't shed a tear.' His comment was half questioning. I told him then that I enjoyed it but would never willingly cheated on Richard. A devious smile spread across his lips. 'Willing victim then huh?! I'll just have to remember that.'

'By the way, you didn't cheat Richard, he had his share!'

Quality Time



It was about four in the morning and I do not remember what the moon was like. I think it was normal. Anyway, the werewolf had me against the side of the hotel. He smelled like a paper bag. 

Two floors up was Pats room. I didn't call up to him because I knew that this would make the werewolf angry. At that moment he was just standing near me breathing heavily. 

A car pulled up to the hotel. It was Zoe back from the bar. By the way she was walking it was obvious she had a good night. She didn't notice me, or the werewolf. 

Sometimes when she was drunk she would be mean to me, and other times she would have sex with me. I decided to take my chances and make a run for it. I was fat and not capable of achieving much speed. The werewolf must not of even chased me. If it did I wouldn't have had a chance.

Pat lived on the same hall as Zoe and me. His door was open and I could see him sulking as I past bye. The door to my room was also open. I stood at the door way and saw Zoe taking off what remained of her clothing.

"Did you have a good night?" I asked.

"It was alright."

She was tall, almost six foot, and had a thin petit body. 

"Come to bed," she said in soft voice that let me know that we would not be fighting. 

I took off my pants and with an already erect penis got in to bed. Zoe held me close and kissed me with a fierceness that did not match the soft tone of her voice. She moved her head down to my crotch and placed her own crotch hovering above my face. It looked and smelled incredible. I attempted to lick her parts but she stopped me. "Justin don't."

She continued to lie on top of me, occasionally kissing and touching part of my penis and testicles. I attempted to lick again. 

"Justin don't do that I'm..."

I was confused.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"I'm bonding."

I was still confused.

"With my dick?"

"Yes. Me and your dick and your balls are spending quality time, so just lie back and leave us alone."

Zoe continued kissing and cuddling with my private parts while I laid back and stared at her butt-hole. The smell was not completely good. It had a slight funk. I liked it.

Eventually Zoe stopped kissing and started sucking on my penis. I took this as my cue to start working on her clit. The banding was done it was time to get to work.

I grabbed her butt cheeks as if I was trying to push my fingers through her flesh. As I came I grabbed on even tighter and moved my tongue even faster. After I unloaded she removed my penis from her mouth. "Fuck!" she yelled then slammed her fist into my leg. 

She turned toward me and wiped a drop of my seamen from the side of her mouth.

"Do you wanna go again?" she asked.

"Just give me a minute."

"I love you,"She said.

"I love you too,"I said.

After I regained my strength I crawled on top of Zoe, slid my self in, and began to pump.

"Oh shit, just oh shit, I love.... oh god I love you so much. oh shit."

I turned her on her side. 

"Justin... oh god its...."

Then I laid her down on her stomach with her butt sticking in the air. I put my massive body on top of her with the left side of my face against her right, slid in again and started humping rapidly. 

"Justin....justin.. Oh shit. jusin I love you so much."

"Zoe.......zoe...........I love you I love you." I continued saying "I love you" over and over again until I reached orgasm.

Then she was cold. We were cuddling, and she continued telling me that she loved me, but she was cold, And she was tired. I wasn't. After she turned away from me I continued kissing her back.

"Your sweet," she told me, but it was in a voice that said 'leave me alone'. I decided to walk outside and have a cigarette. 

As I walked down the hall to the back exit I heard foot steps. It was the wolfman. The guy didn't even look at me it just entered my room where Zoe was sleeping. I sat on the bench out side of the hotel and imagined the werewolf on top of zoe, filling her with four more inches than I could ever offer. 

A tear rolled down the left side of my face, and I whipped off with my hand. I then wiped the next tear off with the same hand. As I stood up my towel dropped to my feet leaving me nude outside of my hotel. Another tear fell down my cheek and agin I wiped it off with the same hand. The hand was then covered in tears. I wiped them onto my flaccid dick, lit another cigarette, thought about Zoe's private parts, and continued rubbing my dick using my tears as lubricant.



Quality Time



i was very much looking forward to Quality Time this week. Master was in the shower while i went into the dungeon to meditate on the massage table. My mind was racing, so i spent a lot of time just letting it race while i repeated my mantra to myself. Then, i took an active role in calming myself down by telling myself to calm down and what i expected of myself during the scene, all silently and internally. Master came out of the bathroom lay back crosswise across the massage table. i sat up and couldn't resist. His cock was right there, and he was all stretched out. So i started to suck on him.

i kept that up for a bit and we moved so the he was laying lengthwise on the table to prevent too much blood from rushing to his head. Eventually, he stopped me and told me to get my collar. 

i expected my collar to be in its place, but when i opened the drawer, it wasn't there. A little spike of fear shot through me. i asked, "Which collar do you want, Master?", hoping that he wouldn't mind if i picked a different one. No such luck.

"Your training collar."

i swallowed. "It's not in here. i think it's in the bedroom."

"Then you better go get it, hadn't you?"

"Yes, Master," and with that, i began moving toward the door.

As i left the room, he said, "I'm waiting."

"Fuck," i thought to myself. That means he's actually keeping track of how long i'm gone. i hurried up. i frantically checked the three places in the bedroom that i thought it would be, but it wasn't. Then, disaster struck as i knocked an open bottle of Tylenol onto the floor. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." i muttered to myself.

i hurried back to the dungeon. "Master, i knocked over the Tylenol. i need to pick it up so that the dog doesn't eat it. Ok?"

He nodded, and settled back onto the massage table. i knew he was still keeping track of the time, but at least he would know what i was doing. It turned out that the Tylenol had fallen in such a place that the dog couldn't get to it. i picked up the two or three pills that he might be able to reach, checked the room over quickly, and headed back to the back room with my heart in my throat. i had no idea where my collar was, and this was not good.

i entered the room, stood in front of him with my head bowed, and said, "i can't find it, Master."

"You can't find it? And what's with the state of this room? You didn't do such a good job cleaning it up last time, did you?"

Adrenaline shot through me. Fuck again! It has been a good two or three weeks since the last time we had used the room. Plenty of time to clean it, but to be honest, i hadn't thought about it at all. There were toys and shackles all over the floor.

"No, Master," i answered him. 

"Kneel," he said. i did. "Your shackles are still tied to the massage table. Make it so that you can wear them."

"Yes, Master." i went to pick them up and glanced around the room from floor level. 

There, there was my collar, across the room on the floor by the paraffin heater. i spotted it just as he said, "and you've lost your collar."

My heart jumped. i hadn't. "No, Master." i said. i scooted over and picked it up triumphantly, holding it out to him.

"But you didn't know where it was, did you?"

My heart fell. Crap! "No, Master."

"And if the room had been properly picked up, it would have been in its place."

"Yes, Master." i was utterly defeated.

"Bring it here. Crawl."

i dropped to my hands and knees and crawled across the room to him. He fastened the collar around my neck, and indicated the shackles. He stood over me, frowning, with his arms crossed, as i struggled to undo the knots and release the shackles for use. i could feel his displeasure growing with every second he had to wait, and i rushed through. At last they were free. i placed them on the massage table, and began to sort through the rope.

"Leave the rope." He ordered. i dropped it. "Put it under that table."

"Yes, Master." i said, and did so, quickly. 

i turned to him and held out my right wrist without him asking me to. He fastened the shackle to it. i held out my left wrist. While he placed the shackle on that wrist, he said, "This is the last time this room is going to be this messy for QT."

"Yes, Master."

"Suck my cock while I think about what to do with you."

i obediently turned to him and began to suck on him. He wrapped my hair around his hand and forced my head faster. When he let go, i did my best to keep that speed. Then he stepped away from me.

"Stand up." i did.

He turned to the door and shut it. i watched him sort through the belts on the back of the door while i held my breath. Not the belts, please not the belts. He selected a thin light belt that i knew was going to really sting. He stepped toward me. 

"Turn around." i did. "Bend over the table."

i bent and settled my legs into a more comfortable position. The belt swung through the air. The initial hits weren't all that bad, light and a little stingy, but then he started hitting harder as he got into the movement. i squeaked and yelped with each lash.

"This room is to be cleaned every week from now on, or I'm going to use this belt on you until you can't wear jeans for a week. Do you understand me?" He grabbed my hair and pulled my neck back. 

"Yes, Master." On my God, that would be one long painful session for me, if that happened. Fuck! 

"If I come in here on a Wednesday evening, and it's still messy from the night before, you're going to get it. Got it?"

"Yes, Master."

He released my hair with a slight push and returned to beating my ass. It stung, oh it stung, and i fought to keep myself still as the lashes fell. He switched from the lash to his hand, spanking me hard. i held still, but his hand hitting my sore ass was quite a challenge. He stopped.

"Get on your hands and knees." i dropped quickly to position. i saw him take the SLUT paddle off the wall, and cursed silently to myself. The paddle slammed into my ass. i gasped. 

"Turn in a circle." i did crawled through a single turn and stopped when i was in my previous position. He slammed the paddle into my ass again, hard and sharp. i caught my breath in a little scream. 

This continued. He had me turn in a circle and then he'd smack me with the paddle with an obscene amount of force. The blows rocked through me, stingy and thuddy at the same time. My ass grew more and more sore, until he smacked me a good one, and i jumped backward, slamming my hand against the floor to control the pain that shot through me. i pushed my ass against my heels and hoped that he wouldn't make me get back into position.

He grabbed my hair and dragged me to my previous position. "Get your ass in the air. Don't you break position. You stay in that position until I tell you otherwise." He wound my hair even tighter, pulling my head back. "And was that a little tantrum you just threw."

"No, Master." i whispered.

"Are you sure? It looked like a tantrum to me."

"No, Master, it was pain control."

He released my hair, forcing my head down as he pushed it away, displeased. "Pain control? Who controls your pain?"

i knew the answer to that, and knew i had fucked up. "You do, Master."

He slammed the paddle into my ass again, and my back arched uncontrollably, my breath grew ragged, and i once again hit the floor with my hands, not thinking about it He pushed my head against the floor.

"Who am I?" he asked me.

"My Master."

"And what does that mean?"

"You own me."

"And what does that make you?"

"Your slave." My answers were coming more and more softly now, but quicker.

"And who controls your pain?"

"You do, Master."

He stepped away from me. Again and again, he slammed the paddle against my ass until i was gasping and i couldn't breathe. But i held still. He stopped and moved away from me. 

"If you're going to sob, get my dick in your mouth," he ordered, leaning against the massage table. i obeyed and calmed as i sucked on his cock.

"Get on your hands and knees," he said after a bit. i did, facing the other direction this time, and he put a blindfold on me. He knelt behind me and shoved his fingers into my soaking wet pussy.

"Slut," he said, thrusting his fingers into me. i moved against him, pushing back, forcing him deeper. He did that for awhile, and then shoved a butt plug into my ass. A fresh wave of lust shot through me, but the plug didn't stay in.

"Looks like we need a bigger one, then, don't we?" he asked. He spanked me with his hand and then shoved another one deep into me. I could hear him put on a condom, and then he thrust his cock into my pussy. i maoned and pushed back into him. He pulled out and slapped my ass.

"Beg for it, whore."

"Oh, Master, please please fuck me with your cock. Please? Pleeease?" My begging grew more frantic the longer he waited. Then he thrust into me and started fucking me hard. i begged him to let me play with my clit, and he granted my request.

He fucked me and i was growing more and more excited, when suddenly he pulled out of me. 

"Cum for me, you little slut," he said. But i couldn't. i tried, but i couldn't.

"i can't, Master." i said softly.

"Cum for me," he ordered. 

i tried and tried, and then, defeated, i said, "i'm sorry, Master."

"You little whore, you are to cum when i tell you to. Looks like i get to fuck you in the ass."

"What? No!"

"Oh, yes, and you want it, don't you."

"No, Master!"

He chuckled as he pulled the butt plug out and angled my ass to receive his cock. "Yes, slave." He slid into my ass and pushed me into the floor while he fucked me.

Oh my God, it felt so good. i was expecting it to hurt, but it didn't, ir just felt good. i played with my clit while he fucked my ass, and felt completely at home. He pulled out of me with a slap to my ass, and ordered me to roll over.

"Play with yourself for me,: he ordered.

i was already close, and i could hear him stroking his own cock over me, which just turned me on all the more. Soon, i was begging for release.

He denied me. "You don't get to cum until my cum is all over you," he said to me. i slowed down my rubbing and begged for him to cum on me. This continued for a bit, me begging, him denying.

Without warning, he was suddenly filling me, his cock thrust into my pussy, and oh it felt so good! "Cum for me, you little slut," he ordered, and i did, the waves flowing through me with my pussy clenched around his cock. He pulled out as i finished and with a few more strokes came all over my breasts and stomach. 



Quality Time



She slipped into his study late that night, after the big family dinner. At the restaurant, she'd looked lovely in her short, pleated white dress and a pair of her mom's heels, her unfettered young breasts swelling underneath creating a gently curvy shape under the thin fabric. White gave her a glow of sweet innocence, a serene girly-prettiness that contrasted her bubbly, sporty college-girl demeanor. Her long hair was pulled back, curls escaping and framing her sweet round face, tender lips slicked with gloss; she was never much of a high-maintenance makeup girl. He'd had a difficult time focusing on conversation, but discretion required him to turn his head to other family and friends, maintaining civil conversation while his heart pounded and groin stirred with desire.

He'd been looking at their pictures, their special pictures....daddy and his babygirl, closer than anyone, but intimately so since she'd graduated high school...he didn't even anticipate her soft knock at the door. Since she'd transferred to a school out of town, they hadn't much opportunity to spend quality time together, and he'd often slip out of his bedroom at night, unlocking hidden files and stoking his desire for her girlishly beautiful, loving body and heart. He knew she'd had other boyfriends, and on her brief visits home, caught up with family and friends, they'd have to time to spend together in such an intimate way. So absorbed was he, watching their most intimate films silently unfold on his screen, absently stroking his stirring cock, that he didn't hear her slip up behind him. He only felt her warm breath on the back of his neck as her lips gently came to rest there.

"Babygirl...." He almost breathed it rather than spoke it, as he turned in his leather swivel-chair to face her. Now her hair was coming loose from its band, looking a bit wild. She wore a tiny white tank, too small even for her blossoming frame, and a pair of pink boy-shorts, hugging her softly rounded ass and showing her naturally toned legs nearly completely.

Without another word, he gathered her up in his lap, pressing his lips - smelling slightly of wine - firmly on hers as his large hands moved along her back, embracing her, feeling her warmth through her tiny top. She smiled, and stretched like a cat might, arching back, her hair falling into her face; he kept his lips on hers, brushing stray curls aside as he kissed her cheeks, neck and chest. "Daddy, that's so nice," she murmured, sliding forward in the chair slightly, her bare thighs hugging his sweatpant-clad legs. "I've missed you...so much." 

With little effort, and an eye towards the study door (fortunately, locked), he slipped off her top, freeing her young breasts and firm, rose-colored nipples. His hand brushed lightly over them, just lightly enough to feel her shudder. "Ohhh..." His lips fell to her face again, this time past her neck and to her breasts, his rough cheek grazing the tender skin as he explored them with his tongue. She pressed her dampening pussy against his cock, his soft cotton pants tented and strained already, while he continued to suck and lick her nipples. 

With a gentle moan, she lifted her ass from his thighs, slipping her soaked panties down her smooth legs as his hands moved back over the curve of her ass, cradling her so her toes only brushed the ground. His fingers traced the wet path of her pussy, parting her legs more with every stroke he took. Lifting his wet finger to her mouth, she licked and sucked like it was a melting ice cream cone in the sun. Without shifting her slight body greatly, he slipped his cock, soaked itself in slick precum, from his pants, rising up between his thighs and brushing her bare, aroused slit. Her breath caught in her throat, as did his; a simultaneous sound of lust and passion.

He lifted her nude body just enough, never breaking their connection, just enough to allow his cock entrance to her tight, dripping opening, feeling it envelop him. Barely audible groans, in rhythm with their rocking, squeezing, fucking. Her face buried in his neck, his lips nestled in her hair, their lovemaking built to an overwhelming tide of joyous release, first from her, wetting and squeezing his cock from inside as orgasm consumed her; then from him, filling her sweet body with heat and liquid and lust.

They clutched each other, daddy and his baby girl, warm and satisfied, naked lustful bodies curled up in Daddy's oversized office chair, unwilling to break contact. Her smooth body next to his hairy one, her soft youth and his strapping maturity, quiet and passionate at the same time. They slept until sunrise, tiptoeing out and betraying nothing as dawn rose on the family home.



Quality Time



Ok, so my story starts with my ex girlfriend. It was about December time and we had both returned home from university, spending some quality time together before we had to go back. Both her parents were working and we were in the spare room since Serena's room was a complete mess! 

I was lying back on the bed as she sat between my legs facing away from me trying to sort out a folder for university. She eventually finished and leant back against me so her head was resting on my stomach, while my arms encircled her and I cuddled her from behind.

One hand rested on the thin strip of skin between her top and jeans, while the other lay just below her tits. I idly began playing, stroking the patch of skin and slipping my fingers briefly under the hem of her top or jeans. My other hand of course was rubbing her tits. Fortunately for me she rarely wore a bra because her boobs were small and so I could flick and rub her nipples through her top too. Every now and then she would kiss either of my arms and stretch up to stroke my chest. We were getting pretty turned on and she could probably feel me getting hard from the pressure on her back.

Eventually I scooted her up higher so I could snog her and let her get a proper feel of me at the same time letting my hand creep up under her top and play with her breasts, skin to skin. I also snapped open the top button of her jeans allowing me to stroke her curly pubic hair through the top of her panties (she didn't shave so my fingers played through her natural curls). 

As we were kissing her arm had curled round my head and the other rubbing my sides. There was also plenty of moaning and squirming as we rubbed against each other, passions were high and we were both getting wet...

Serena was eager to hold my cock in her hand so decided to slide half on, half off of me as we were getting frenzied. My hand was still between her legs but I wanted more, so I unzipped her jeans and slipped my hand into her panties. I pushed my hand down, stroking her curls and running my fingers over the soft flesh of her inner thighs. I think if I had rubbed her clit I could have probably made her cum very quickly, she was that horny!

With her free hand she immediately undid my jeans, reached into my pants and pulled out my swollen member. I think I moaned into her at that stage as I felt her delicate hand wrap itself around my dick and slowly jerk me off. I was already oozing pre-cum and I must have made her fingers all slippery but I don't think she was bothered at that point.

After a while Serena turned to face me and knelt back and stripped off her top, allowing me to quickly whip off mine too. As soon as she'd done that she fell back onto me, kissing me passionately. We embraced fully, savouring the feel of each others skin and enjoying the raw nakedness of close contact. I could feel her small mounds pressing against my chest, nipples thrusting hard into me with our tongues in each others mouths. 

My hand drifted down her back, caressing and stroking her skin as it journeyed down to the crack of her ass. My fingers vanished underneath the edge of her jeans, reached her panties and slipped beneath that too. Hand on the bare skin of her rump, I gently squeezed and kneaded. Forcing my arm further I was having difficulty reaching my goal (I have long arms but not that long!), until she pushed her jeans down round her knees and inched herself higher. 

Diving further, I met wetness and soft, soft pussy lips. She was very wet; her juices covered most of her inner thighs and some of her butt. I gently teased her at first, stroking her inner thighs and sliding a finger down her opening trailing her wetness over her ass. I even licked my fingers so she could taste herself on my lips.

Eventually I explored her pussy, first with one finger then two... twisting my fingers, hooking a finger inside her and began pumping in and out. I gradually built up the tempo, increasing again to 3 fingers as her juices literally soaked my hand and a good deal of the bed too. My fingers pistoning in and out, tongue deep in her mouth and when it wasn't she uttered small moans of pleasure as I brought her to orgasm. Serena's body stiffened as she came, pussy clamping down slightly and thick heavy cum covering my hand.

As her orgasm subsided and relaxed on top of me, she whispered "Thank you". 

I don't think she had cummed from fingering before!

After recovering from her orgasm and regaining some energy, I rolled her over and quietly pulled the remainder of her jeans off. Slipping her sopping wet panties off, I quickly removed the rest of my clothes before lying back down between her spread legs. Her breasts tickled my chest as I carefully rested on top of her, my wet dick still hard against her belly. We kissed once more, the heat from our bodies reigniting the passion within.

I could feel her wet pussy against one of my legs, still wet from earlier and leaking fresh juices. Our actions grew wilder, mouths hungry for more. One of her arms drifted down between our writhing bodies and gripped my dick in her hand. Clumsily she guided my hard member to her slippery opening and I pushed the rest of the way, slipping in easily because she was so wet. 

There was an urgent need to our love-making as we ground our bodies together, my cock diving in and out of her snatch effortlessly. Her hand slapped against my back as my balls slapped her ass, trying to drive me deeper inside her. Our tongues were so far in each others mouths it seemed impossible for us to breathe. Hands caressing each other, both of us grunting and whimpering as we neared our climax. 

Soon, it could even have been seconds; I felt a tingling in my balls and knew I was going to cum. My whole body stiffened as my fluids rushed forwards, injecting into her awaiting pussy. I was pretty sure she was close too, so I tried with mounting difficulty to continue satisfying her needs as I brought her to her second orgasm. Her body shook and spasmed with the ecstasy of release. Gripping me fiercely, she held on as I dripped the remains of my seed while softly kissing her and rubbing her tits. Easing her through her orgasm, she finally relaxed and continued stroking my back. Eventually I slid out and lay down next to her on the bed, arm draping in her naked body as we counted the hours until her parents returned.



Quality Time



I was pissed off. See, I was supposed to head up to Canada with my buddies from university and spend our winter break snowboarding, but things never seem to turn out the way I plan. Instead my dad pulled rank and ordered me home for Christmas. He insisted that I should learn some values and spend "quality time" with my mother and sister.

Of course, I couldn't argue. My dad was the man of the house even if I wasn't there and I was to obey his rules. I kept telling myself that it wouldn't be that bad to be home, but when I got there it was even worse. Dad tried to lecture me about life lessons every chance he got and my mom just kept trying to feed me. The only good thing about this break was definitely going to be my little sister.

Ashley was only 3 years younger than me at 18 and in her final year in high school. I felt bad for her, really. Things had been a lot easier for her in school when I was around - I was always her protector. She wasn't popular because she was too smart, and nobody had ever noticed how much potential she had to be pretty. The guys in school wouldn't date her, either, partly because she was such a tomboy and partly because they were scared I would kick their ass.

For the first week of break Ashley and I hung out a lot. We ate junk food, played video games, watched movies, that sort of thing. She was always my best friend growing up and we weren't like other siblings. We rarely fought and we respected each other's boundaries and privacy. That's not to say, of course, that I didn't check her out. For such a tomboy, my sister was really attractive. She wasn't busty or model material, but she held her own. She stood at 5'3" and had a long, curly black ponytail, with green eyes to compliment her petite frame. I was 6'2", on the other hand, and towered over my little sister. Even though I was only a few years older than her, I had witnessed Ashley go from a shy little girl into a modest young woman. I knew what guys were thinking as they saw her develop too, so I was especially protective her as she got older.

Anyways, we ran out of things to do after the first week but our parents were going out of town on business on a Friday night, so Ashley decided that I should get us some alcohol and we'd stay in for the night and watch whatever was on the tv. She was desperate to experiment with alcohol before she got to college, so she got down on her knees and begged me, batting her eyelashes, drawing out her plea, "Pleeeeaaase Marrrrrk?" It worked, of course, and we made plans.

I had forgotten that I'd already made plans with my girlfriend, Jessie, that same night. Needless to say, Ashley didn't take it well. She pouted and threw a fit, but when 8 rolled around and Jessie rang our doorbell, I told Ashley that enough was enough and sent her upstairs with a few beers so she could calm down. Jessie and I took the rest of the beer and headed downstairs to my room in the basement to have some fun.

We settled in after a few bottles and I turned up the tv so Ashley wouldn't hear what was about to take place. Jessie pushed me back onto my futon and climbed on top of me, her blonde hair fell in my face as she passionately kissed me, her hands roaming from my bare chest down to my now-aching cock. I wildly tore off her top and explored her breasts, sucking and pinching in a mad frenzy. Then, suddenly, I heard a faint hiccup from the corner of the room and looked over to see Ashley attempting to hide beside my bookshelf.

I was shocked, but Jessie freaked out and grabbed her shirt, attempting to cover up her breasts. She started yelling at Ashley, calling her a bitch and a pervert. She looked back at me in hopes that I would repeat her insults, but I was still surprised and didn't say anything. Jessie looked at me with disgust and I watched as she stormed up my stairs and out of the house. After I heard the door slam not once but twice (she was REALLY mad) I turned back to Ashley.

She was still standing by the bookshelf, staring at me. There wasn't any wonder why, either. I wasn't wearing my shirt and my jeans were almost completely off, revealing the outline of my cock still waiting to be serviced. I zipped up my jeans and put my shirt back on, shaking my head.

"What were you thinking, Ash? You can't just watch people do private stuff like that!"

"I'm really sorry Mark. I wanted to see what you were blowing me off for." The look on her face almost made my anger go away, but I wasn't thinking with my brain right now.

"Are you serious? That's what this is about? You were mad we didn't get to watch a movie? We've been doing that all week Ashley! Jesus fucking Christ. Jessie is never going to talk to me again because you can't go two seconds without me!" I could tell my yelling wasn't helping the situation. Tears were welling up in Ashley's eyes, so I sighed and sat down in front of the tv.

"I said I was sorry," she repeated, almost pathetically.

"Don't cry...it's okay. You just could have handled that better, you know?" That didn't seem to make her feel any better. "Here, come sit down. We'll see what's on." She moved toward me and took her place on the futon, leaning back with her arms still around her stomach, one hand to wipe away the remaining tears. I could tell she wasn't going to stop crying so I pushed her hair out of her face and reclined, inviting her to lay down beside me. She looked unsure at first but laid down in front of me as I propped my head up on one hand so I could still see the tv.

We decided on a show but ended up talking quietly instead. I put my arm around Ashley to make sure she wouldn't start crying again and she asked worriedly, "Is Jessie really never going to talk to you again?"

I chuckled, amused that she was still so concerned about it. "I'm sure she will. I'll tell her you had been drinking so it was really my fault. If she doesn't get over it, oh well. Plenty of other girls out there." I knew Jessie would stay pissed, but I didn't want Ashley to feel bad. I stroked her arm absent-mindedly and asked, "Speaking of relationships, any guys in your life I need to scare?"

"No, not at all. None of the boys at school like me. I think I'm not girl enough for them," she said, adjusting her head on my shoulder in a way that allowed me to smell the shampoo she had used that day. Mango, I think. The smell was inviting and I was abruptly reminded of the hard-on I still had. I glanced down at how we were positioned. Ashley's legs were intertwined with mine and there was no way she couldn't feel that I was hard. Her small breasts looked perky from the angle I situated but I looked away, surprised at myself for thinking like that about my little sister.

"It's okay," I said, trying to cover up my distraction, "Those high school guys aren't good enough for you anyway. They only want one thing. Once you come to college next year there will be guys knocking down your door. Of course, they'll have to come through me first." Ashley giggled when I said that so I tickled her side, causing her to writhe around giggling even more. Somehow I tickled her so much that she ended up under me and after she stopped laughing we both realized that I was on top of her, my stiff cock positioned perfectly next to her sex.

When the smile faded from her face I became flustered and embarrassed, clearing my throat. I began to move back to the side but she grabbed my collar and pulled my face not an inch away from hers. I looked into her eyes, confused by her reaction, and she explained by lightly placing her lips on mine. I was still surprised but taken over by the thrill of it, too, so I closed my eyes and kissed back. I reached up and caressed her face, holding the back of her neck gently enough to pull her to me without hurting her. I tenderly parted her lips with my tongue and she met my advancement with her own tongue, dancing around my own in a silent game of seduction.

I began to move my hands up her shirt and found that she wasn't wearing a bra. I moved my hands over her petite breasts, tweaking her erect nipples in between my fingers. This provoked a moan and I felt her smile into my kiss. Her hands were exploring my back, her fingernails grazing my shoulder blades just hard enough to leave a mark. I loved it.

I bit and sucked on her lower lip as I moved my hands south of her border, massaging her most fragile area outside of her pants. I couldn't take it soon enough and pulled back from her kiss, whispering, "May I?" Her eyes looked unsure but she nodded and I moved my cold fingers in between her warm, moist womanhood. This only excited me more and I teased her clit, causing her to gasp. I slid off her pajama bottoms and thong to have easier access to her soaking pussy, and left her lips and tongue to pay more attention to the heated core between her legs.

As I moved my face to her pussy I parted her labial lips and began to explore with my tongue. I roamed her clit, her lips, and quickly shot my tongue in and out of her vaginal opening. I also worked in a finger and discovered how tight my sister was. She was definitely a virgin. I teased her clit, alternating between sucking and lightly nibbling, then circling my tongue in small circles until she screamed into her first orgasm, forcefully shoving my head into her cunt. She was writhing worse than the tickling fiasco and I had to wrap my arms around her legs to hold her down as I continued to torture her into another orgasm.

Sweating from her climaxes, Ashley pulled me back up and passionately kissed me, much harder than before. Our tongues twirled together and she tasted her own juices. I once again became painfully aware of how turned on I was and she must have too, because her small hands moved down to my cock and I gasped as she wrapped her fingers around my throbbing boner. She inspected it, having never seen one this close before, and began to stroke up and down in a pleasantly paced rhythm. I was lost in her touch and even more impressed when she leaned down and attempted to take my 8 inches into her mouth. She got surprisingly far and her hot orifice engulfed my cock, her tongue swirling around my head.

She abandoned her effort after gagging and instead licked up and down, sucking on my balls. I paused her, crazy enough as it seems, because I didn't want to blow if this was going any farther. I wrapped my arms around her and brought her back to my chest, her erect nipples pressing into me. Caressing her hair, tucking it behind her ears, I said, "We can stop if you want. I don't know why we're doing this." She looked in my eyes as if she was searching for an answer. 

It felt like an eternity, but she finally leaned to my left ear and whispered, "Fuck me, Mark."

That was all I needed to hear. I stood up, picking up my tiny sister against my tall frame and lifted her over my cock. She wrapped her arms around my neck and bit my ear as I positioned my tip at her soaking entrance, slowly making my way in. The pressure was unbelievable. She was so warm, so wet that even her tightness couldn't prevent me from sliding in. I moaned in pure ecstasy as I felt her hymen blocking my way. Ashley looked in my eyes, nodded, and I picked her up and slammed my way through her virginity.

"Oh my God! Yes, fuck me. Make me your slut!" Ashley screamed in both pain and pleasure, now clawing into the back of my neck. The sensation of her nails and her pussy drove me wild, and I laid her down and began pumping like an animal. The room echoed only with the sounds of our moaning, ragged breath, and my balls forcefully hitting her ass with each thrust. Our rhythm was wild and chaotic but I didn't care - I had to have more of my sister. I had to be deeper. I had to fill her every way possible.

"Ashley, fuck. Ohhh shit. Fucking shit. You're gonna be my little whore." I was completely senseless, saying whatever came to my mind as I pounded her ferociously. 

"Fuck me. Pound the shit out of my pussy. Fuck me like you fuck that blonde whore. Show me what a man you are." Her eyes rolled back in satisfaction, her moans becoming more guttural. "Harderr. Deeperr. Fasterr. FUCK!" I was a man possessed. I fulfilled each request - harder, deeper, faster. I couldn't get enough of my little sister, now a woman. The sweat from my chest dripped onto her breasts and trickled down in between them, making its way down to her pussy. I very suddenly slowed down, almost stopping entirely. Ashley looked confused and desperate, her breathing ragged. I moved my hand to her clit and slowly applied pressure, simultaneously beginning to stroke again at the same pace as the circles I was making around her clit.

Ashley's moans started out slow and low, but as I picked up speed both with her clit and my thrusts, she neared orgasm and eventually screamed into a climax. I continued doing what I was doing as she writhed beneath me, feeling that I too was close to cumming. My thrusts at that point became sporadic and needy, taking in as much of Ashley's cunt as possible. "I'm gonna cum," I warned her, and she grinned and grabbed my ass, encouraging me to stay inside and fill her with my seed. I did and felt myself tightening, eventually yelling "FUCK!" as I emptied myself into my little sister.

I collapsed on top of her, sweating and trying to catch my breath, elated at what just happened. My cock went soft inside of her but she stayed connected to me, wrapping her legs around my body and petting my head. I kissed her neck softly as we cooled off and whispered, "I love you little sister." I felt her smile and we soon went to sleep.

The next day when our parents returned from their trip my dad made sure to interrogate me right away. "Did you spend some quality time with your sister like I asked you to, Mark?"

"Yes sir."



Quality Time



All persons depicted in the following are assumed to be at least legal age(18+). If family members engaging in sex disturbs you in any way, please stop reading now please.

*****

As she preceded me into the bedroom, naked, nothing between us as I was equally so. I followed in her awesome wake. The sway of her posterior held my attention completely. I could only consider what was before me and what was to come. Her long swaying brown hair kept in time with the sway and swish of her walk. The flexing muscles in her back and haunches were promising something my dick heard loud and clear. The cleft of her butt cheeks slithered from side to side hinting at the treasure in between. The strength in her shoulders was needed to keep the heft of that which was in front swaying in time. I knew they were as I saw bits show as she stepped deliberately slowly. My attention took in every tiny little jiggle, wiggle and waggle of her. The clench and unclench of her magnificent butt. The shift of her hips from side to side. The slideof muscle over muscle in her back. The slight flick of her head as she whipped her lovely long hair from one side to the other. The swing of her shoulders and arms as she strode slowly ahead of me, just fast enough to keep everything moving.

I knew what awaited us in the next room. The pure white bed. The open windows. The dim lights. I was curious as to what we looked like during these sessions as opposed to how I perceived it. The results could be interesting.

She walked up to the bed and stopped. I stopped a couple of steps behind her. She did not look at me but asked a question.

"How do you want me?"

On your knees at the edge of the bed, please. She slowly got into the requested position, waggling her ass about. I stood where I was taking in the sight. The woman had her large full breasts hanging down and they wobbled a bit, hanging almost low enough to touch the bed. She had her head down a bit, and seemed to be looking down her front. She lifted her head and shook her hair around. A quick roll of her shoulders and then she shifted her ass. The full moons of her ass split, jiggled and wobbled. She shoved her rear end back and revealed it to me.

'It' was her asshole. This body part had become the center of my sexual universe. I had always had a fondness for the female form and in particular the behind. I loved the curves, the wiggle of them, the heft and split, the feel, the smell, and the taste. I could sit and watch women walk away from me all day and in fact had done just that several times. The one on display in front of me right now was my all time favorite. She had heavy full cheeks that split to a rather shallow anal area. The cheeks were, as I wrote above, full, firm and curvy. The shallow split revealed a tight hairless hole that had a whorl of radial lines. I knew from experience with it that it could and would expand to open quite nicely and enough to take my engorged member easily while offering a tight clamping and grasping when the owner was in the throes of orgasm. She could, would and most definitely did orgasm from anal penetration and sex.

As I wrote above, her asshole was the center of my sexual universe. Her asshole was my all time favorite, due in part to the shallow draft and the wide spread of her ass cheeks. The shallowness allowed me full depth of into her anal chasm. The wide spread of her ample butt cheeks made for the most compelling visual image. 

I loved the look of an open asshole just prior to penetration. Hers, specifically split open and closed again on its own in anticipation of the cock about to invade. I would also do ass to mouth on her. She loved this as foreplay to a full on asshole invasion. The touch of tongue to bum made her shiver, which also gave me a visual treat as her back and ass would wiggle and jiggle. Those lovely little muscle quakes and shudders gave me a thrill I have difficulty describing. 

Some find the idea of putting your mouth on your partner's asshole to be disgusting. I find it deliciously dirty. She never objected and would always let me go on as long as I wanted. Her moans, groans and sighs as I orally operated I took as approval and encouragement. She never explicitly talked about this though.

As she waved about her treasure, I very slowly walked up to her and looked down upon it. She just stayed in position, with ass tilted up high, open to my laser like focus. The slight wobble of her ass cheeks as she did so enticed me even more. I drank in the visuals as a thirsty man would water. Carefully, slowly, tenderly, I reached for her ass. I grabbed both cheeks and began to squeeze them, pulling them apart and back together again. I was playing peek a boo with her asshole, but never let on. A few minutes of this and the oral anal action started. I pulled the cheeks a bit wider apart and then ducked my face down into the cleft. I sniffed deeply, taking in the smell of her ass. I hoped for a fart in this as it added a very personal element to the subsequent coupling. Not today.

I could see the little hole push out and in. She did this most times and it usually indicated that she was ready and waiting for a good bum fuck. She loved to be fucked up the ass and would say so at times. I smiled as I watched her very intimate act. I pushed a bit harder in spreading her luscious full ass cheeks, trying to separate them as widely as possible. I then stuck my tongue out and onto the writhing asshole opening. She threw her head and hair back and groaned out loud at full volume. I felt my prick pulse as this happened. She pushed her ass back to make better contact with my tongue. I flicked away at the tasty nubbin of her ass. I slurped up her delightful taste. The smell and the taste were complemented by the next thing that happened. She farted. My face was in as close as it was possible to be and my tongue was in contact with her farting asshole! As she farted my tongue slipped in and up her ass! She rolled her cheeks about to get more into the tight hole. Her new sounds were different but just as satisfied.WOW! My mind was blown yet again by this woman!

As she was a mature woman, some 15+ years older than me, she had greater experience in most things. We found out later that this was a first for her too! Farting was a secret pleasure of hers. Farting at the touch of my tongue had given her a small short and sharp orgasm. Such a surprising woman!

After the surprise, we continued for a bit as we were, ass to mouth. I fondled her ass as I licked, slurped, drooled and ate her out. She writhed about but not enough to break the ass to mouth contact. I reached under and between her legs to grab a hanging waving breast. Tits were second only to asses in my world. Hers were the full meal deal, full big and nicely firm. She had big nipples that responded to sucking flicking, biting and cocks. She loved to have a cock between them, stroking up and down. She loved to have them manhandled. A bit of roughness in squeezing and pulling were OK. She would say if you were too much. In our present predicament, I had one hand on her butt with my mouth to her ass and the other hand grabbing a swaying breast then switching to the other. She continued with her vocal responses. We were going at it good.

After a time, I pulled up and off her rear end. I suggested a change. I asked her to get down on the floor and resume her current position. We usually joined together on the bed but this added a new wrinkle. I thought it might change the dynamics of our relationship. 

I wanted to dominate her. I wanted to fuck her ass while standing up and over her. I wanted to own her ass!

She agreed and got down on the floor. I loomed up and over her ass. I grabbed my now raging hard on and stroked it. I loved the look of her back and ass from this viewpoint. I pushed her shoulders and she understood. She dropped her face to the floor and slid one hand back and into her crotch. I stood looming over her, feeling the power of my cock and the relative positions of us both. She was submitting by her agreement to what I was about to do. As I stood, legs spread astride her slightly waving rear, she reached back with her other hand and grabbed one ass cheek pulling it slightly apart from the other.

I could see a bit of the action of her hand in her cuntal area and see that she was whacking herself. The sound of that particular thing was also in the air. I lowered my throbbing hunk of meat and laid it one ass cheek. She shivered a bit as I did so. It throbbed on her butt. I waited a bit and she whacked away faster and faster. I then moved but did not grab my dick. I carefully positioned it to slide it up her open and now slightly slick ass crack. I sluiced up and down the channel, up and over her anal opening. She cried out as I did this. The pace and sounds of her whacking ramped up. The sound of her fingers in her cunt sloshed loudly.

I humped her ass like this for a while until I realized that I could and would come easily from it. As I didn't want to, just yet, I pulled up and off. I then quickly grabbed hold and centered the tip on her anus. The time had come to fuck ass!

I did not wait as had been our practice. The touch of tip to anus set me in motion. I fucked hard into her. She gasped loudly but took it all. My first stroke went all the way up her ass right to my balls. I withdrew as abruptly and then waited a beat and slammed all the way back inside. I began to sluicing in and out of her asshole which remained as tight as usual, perhaps tighter. She groaned and gasped and moved with me, as if savoring the rough and heavy penetration. My balls slapped into her juicy cunt and the hand still wanking away there. The sounds and smells of this encounter filled my senses as we fucked. Time passed but I have no idea as to how much. The world began and ended with the ass fuck we were having. My hard cock felt like rock or stone or steel or something but it throbbed more intensely than normal. Her asshole was clamping and pulsing and clasping my prick on each stroke in and out. 

This initial phase slowly ran out of steam and we slowed to a more normal pace. I bent forward over her and reached down to her face. She smiled at the touch.

"Fuck me. You are a spectacular fucker, boy." she said. I smiled back at her. I continued to slide my cock in and out of her asshole feeling and enjoying the sensations it was giving to my cock. I wrapped a hand around her chest and grabbed a lovely large warm breast, squeezing it. We fucked away lustily, enjoying the moment.

The bedroom door burst open. My father and her husband stood in the opening and stopped cold. We had stopped, too with the sudden noise and action. I was frozen in place with my large 18 year old cock about halfway into my 35 year old brunette mother's asshole. My right hand was wrapped around her right breast and I was hunched over her back. We were in the doggy style position as this had become our favorite partly due to our favoring anal sex. Mom had always had a thing for ass play since she was little and since Dad had not had much enthusiasm for it, mom had sublimated it until recently. Our mutual discovery of the others predilection for anal had naturally led to us fucking in that special way.

Here we were, cock in ass on the floor, en flagrante delicto. Dad stood there for what seemed like a long time. He tentatively stepped into the room and sunk down to his knees beside us. He then sat back on his heels. He nodded at us. As I was quite horny and my dick was still about half into Mom's ass, I tentatively pushed in. Dad sat transfixed. I continued until I was all the way up mom's ass and stopped. Dad nodded. I understood and resumed fucking Mom up the ass.

I pulled on her nipple and she tensed up a bit, looking over at her husband of 18 years. I sensed a question had been asked after Dad spoke.

"OK, go ahead." was all he said. I could sense Mom relax and begin to fuck back at me. I thought this might go better if we gave him a good show, so I began to fuck my mother with a vigor that had not occurred since our first session. She seemed to concur as she fucked back at me, clenching and unclenching her asshole around my throbbing and seemingly bigger cock as I plowed her back furrow.

As we had an audience, we put on a show. I pulled Mom's tits and nipples in that way she liked. She reached back to fondle and pull on my balls. I stopped at one point and pulled out. I spun around Mom's body and offered her my slick and slightly shitty stick which she greedily slurped all the way into her mouth. I felt something at my ball sack just then and realized Mom was tonguing my balls with a mouth full of my cock! I almost went off in her mouth at this. She enjoyed her 'taste of ass' and had slipped a hand into her crotch so as to whack off a bit. I looked down over her head at her back, which was taut and slick form our exertions, to her crowning glory, her ass cheeks. The totality of what was before me, her face sucking on my prick, her naked and sculpted back and those glorious ass cheeks caused my orgasm to start to rise. I had no intention of coming any where but up my beautiful mother's ass, so I popped out of the one entrance and went around to the back door. She quivered and moaned as I resettled my very hard and throbbing teenage cock on between her lush and firm ass cheeks. She pushed back as soon as she sensed the tip of my lance at the back entrance and I popped audibly into her.

She moaned and groaned at this special treasure, as she had called it. The initial insertion was special to her as it recalled the first time we had done it. I slid in and out easily and reaching forward over her back, grabbed both tits. I ground into her ass channel as I ground her tits into her chest, making sure both nipples were sticking between my fingers. I squeezed the tips as we fucked. Mom looked back at me over her shoulder and I leaned into her to connect our lips. We kissed, no snogged as it was way too rampantly horny a kiss to be anything else. This was a special treat to me as mom preferred her nose in my mouth when I came, (she had a couple of other quirks as well).

I banged at Mom's taut and tight ass, slipping in and out of her ass channel with practiced ease. She clamped down as I slid out and opened up as I pushed in. Her moans increased in urgency and the frequency of our fucking increased in strict tempo with them. In spite of Dad sitting a few feet away, my moment of release began to rise. Mom urged me on with her moans and pushed back with an intensity unseen till now. Dad was transfixed by our little show. He sat on his heels and said nor did anything.

I couldn't hold back any longer and pulled up off Mom and slammed deep into her ass. I leaned back and groaned an incoherent rant as I shot what seemed to be the largest blast I had ever had up my mother's asshole. I held in her and when the moment had passed, I stroked in and out a few times, as was usual. I slowly stroked Mom's back and ass cheeks a short while and then pulled my not quite wilted dick out of her.

Dad sprang into action at this point. He pushed me out of the way and pushed Mom flat on her belly. He pulled her ass cheeks apart and stopped to gaze at her freshly fucked and slightly leaking asshole. He dipped his face in towards Mom's ass crack. I heard clearly his deep sniff of her aroma. I had done it myself on occasion and found it to be quite intoxicating. He then dropped his face all the way in her crevice. I stopped and watched as he began to eat her ass, and suck my come out of her. He had somehow opened his pants and released his cock which he was stroking. His tool was not immense but was quite respectable. He slurped and sucked and slathered her ass with attention as he frigged himself. I began to feel aroused at this sight before me and started to lightly finger myself.

Dad reared up behind Mom and positioned himself for entry into her. Mom turned a bit to look at him with a peculiar expression. They locked eyes as Dad penetrated Mom's ass. Mom moaned as she did for me upon entry. Dad laid down over her back as he fucked into Mom. He pushed her face away and held her in place. He slammed in and out of her with tremendous force, such that her ass cheeks jiggled with each stroke. He stopped for a moment to re-position her, but without removing his cock from her ass. I was impressed at this, due to our own experiments. He pulled her up on all fours and grabbed a hand full of her long dark hair, wrapping it around his fist. He pulled it back and resumed banging her ass.

As he continued he pulled her head back further, until she had her face almost staring at the ceiling. She couldn't move like this. He crouched over her rear end and leaned forward as if to kiss her. She had her mouth open due to the position and Dad spat into it. He then fucked mom's ass with abandon. I could hear the sloshing of his cock in her relatively open asshole. I found this sound highly arousing.

I began to stroke myself with a bit more vigor at this, I had quite quickly re-emerged due mostly to the surprising show in front of me. I jacked harder as the fucking couple continued. Mom's moans became more urgent and frequent as her husband became more strenuous in his ass fucking. He hammered into Mom. I stroked in time with them.

I wanted to join in. I looked at Mom's upraised face and thought I might enjoy her mouth. I stood and presented my re-raised and quite erect member to her. As Dad had a strong grip on her hair she could only move her eyes and the look in them said 'YES, please'. I dipped my schlong down at her pouty red and bee stung lips. She reached with those same lips as if to suck me into her moist warm and all too sexy mouth. The hammering my father was giving her back end pushed her face forward and onto my cock. We both cried out at this.

Dad continued with his ass fuck almost transfixed by Mom's tight backside. He lifted his face at about this point and looked me in the eye.

"Damn fine woman, your mother" he said. I moaned something in agreement as Mom had deep throated me to the point where she could tickle my balls with her tongue again. Dad then added "I should have fucked her like this years ago."

Mom snorted something at this and bit down slightly on my cock. I yelped and withdrew. Mom finally spoke

"Husband, yes, you should have and now you'll have to. Billy, switch with your dad, I want to taste my ass on his cock. I will need to have both of you service me regularly, but don't blow yet as I want more."

Dad stepped off Mom's back and released her hair. I slid around behind and over her butt. Dad stood in front of his wife and offered her his slick and slightly shitty dick. They locked eyes as Mom opened up and swallowed her husband's tool. I just swiped my rock hard and waving cock up and down my Mom' ass crack before centering it on that not-quite-so-tight back hole that we all loved. I entered and Mom groaned around her mouthful. We fucked like this for a short while and then switched back. Dad fucked Mom hard enough to push her forward and onto her belly again with her face in my balls. He pushed her head into my crotch and fucked his climax fully and completely up my mother's ass. 

Mom threw him off her back and twisted around once he had subsided. She got up in awkward way, with her legs spread and her hands on her butt cheeks. She squatted down and stuck her glorious and freshly fucked ass out a bit. Both myself and father were transfixed by what Mom did next. She grunted and pushed out the semen from her ass. We were both enraptured by this and sat totally still. 

Mom spun around and got down on the floor next to the small pool she had deposited. 

"I will now prove my love to you both" she said and she licked up every tiny bit of that which she had just shit out. I was unable to speak or move after she had finished. Dad moved first. He pulled her up to a standing position and after carefully stroking her face and tousled hair, gently lovingly and tenderly kissed his wife, my Mom.




Quality Time



I kind of felt like a third wheel at this point and stood to go.Mom reached out to me, grabbed my hand and pulled me into the two of them. She reached up and cupped my cheek with one hand and said "We have only fucked till now. When Dad joined in it was making love. We want to include you."

I was dumbstruck by this. My mother, fuck buddy and now lover, had offered me inclusion into a tryst. 

"Come on, Billy. We can teach you so much." Dad offered. I looked at them, each holding an arm out to me and walked towards them.



Quality Time with Gramma



When I was eighteen I met a lady who changed my life. Phyllis was fifty- something and a real sexy grandmother. She had a cute figure and obviously worked out and kept in shape. She wore clothes that showed off her figure and she had a self presence that exuded sensuality.

As a teen I was told I was pretty but I felt awkward and ugly. My breasts were slow in developing and my body seemed to thin and gangly. Boys were nice to me but it never went anywhere. My parents touched a lot and hugged and kissed us kids as well. I wanted some of the touching from someone other than my parents.

Gramma Phyllis (not my real grandmother) lived in the same town and would visit my folks frequently. We spent time at her house as well and everyone loved Gramma Phyllis. It seemed like everyone in town knew and liked her. Gram was so open and honest that it would frequently catch you off guard.

On a day that my last boyfriend broke up with me, I needed to talk to someone and I decided Gram was the best source of advice. She was home and the voice on the phone invited me to hurry over. She must have sensed the desperation in my voice.

Gram opened the door and stood in front of me in a sheer robe that was open. I tried to avert my eyes but Gram hurried me in and made no excuses for her appearance. We went through the house to the patio off the kitchen. Gram doffed her robe and lay down to continue her sun bathing.

"Carol get rid of those awful clothes and get some rays. Then, tell me what in the world could be so wrong."

Gram's nakedness gave me a subtle permission to undress although I did so very slowly and turned so as not to face her. I lay on my stomach on the lawn chair and blurted out my sad story of love gone wrong.

"Were you screwing?"

I shook my head.

"Are you still a virgin?"

I nodded.

"Do you want to be a virgin?"

I shrugged my shoulders. It was a one way interrogation so far.

"Child what do you want?"

I began to cry. I was blubbering that "I didn't know."

"Carol, you have to have a clear idea of what you want or you will always feel out of sorts. This requires some serious thinking and perhaps some redirection. You can get there easier by deciding what it is that you don't want. Then it is easier to see what is left."

Grams asked question after question and I either nodded or shook my head. After a long session it started to become clear.

Gramma Phyllis tried to sum it up. "You are suffering from what all of us go through at different points in our lives. You want to know where you fit into all of this. One thing I can tell you is that until you love yourself you will not make a good mate for anyone. Until you love who you are, you will try to define yourself by the values of others. Some of those might fit but most will not be you. You were embarrassed by my open robe and nudity. You are embarrassed at your own nudity. Girl, that is the body that God gave you and you need to love it and maximize its' strengths and work on it's weaknesses. Attractiveness is not a great set of tits or a perfect ass, it is an attitude. If you exude sex and self confidence you will attract men you might want a relationship with. If you show weakness and lack of confidence you will constantly get loosers."

Grams mentioned two ladies that I knew that were really sexy and I realized that it wasn't their bodies. They did just exude self-confidence an sexuality. I was beginning to see what she meant.

"Do you Jill yourself?" Grams inquired. Seeing that I had no idea what she was talking about she said "Masturbate?"

I blushed and gave an almost unperceivable nod.

"See, you are embarrassed. It is normal and nothing to be ashamed about. You are loving you when you do that. You are giving you pleasure. You don't have to shout it to the world but you should never apologize for it."

"Have you had sex yet?"

I shook my head.

"Do you want to?"

Now I nodded with a little more authority.

"I know a man who is a kind and gentle lover. He would be really good for a first time. He is older but handsome and intelligent. If I arranged a date with him with the idea that he would take your virginity and show you what a good lover is like would you be willing to go?"

My responsive was tentative.

"Look dear, this is a huge step. You must either want it or not. You can't be wishy-washy about it. Perhaps you need to think about it for a while and give me and answer within a week or two. I'll tell you right now that this guy can fuck my brains out any day of the week. He is a wonderful lay and really knows how to eat pussy."

I blushed and lowered my eyes.

Grams stood and dove into the sparkling blue pool water to cool off. I loved how unashamed she was. Grams had direction and apologized to no one. She was not pushy or rude, she simply moved without apology.

The idea of fucking anybody was exciting but an older man must have played into the father-incest thing. I loved my father and had on occasion fantasized about what it might be like to seduce him. Three days later I called Phyllis and agreed.

Phyllis and I had a meeting on dressing for the deal. We did the make-over and she changed me from a girl to a woman. Actually a woman with a mission. I got a more mature haircut. We worked on the perfect look for make-up. I wouldn't use much to enhance my youthful image yet still appear a woman. Phyllis and I shopped for a dress and found a mid-thigh black wrap-around with a fair amout of cleavage that show cased my tits and legs in a barely respectable manner. We also found a sexy lace demi-bra that pushed everything together to add to the intrigue. The grand finale was a matching thong. My bush was pushed out on both sides of the thong and it looked all wrong but Phyllis said she would take care of that. The final stop was the shoe store for a set of heels that really set off my legs but were comfortable to walk in.

Notice that Gramms became Phyllis, my partner in crime. 

Back at Phyllis's she had me strip and she shaved my pussy then did a wax job. That was not the most pleasant thing I had been through but two things occurred. One, I really loved the way my pussy looked. Two, I found I was getting turned on to Phyllis. I even had enough nerve to mention my stirring feelings to her.

"Honey, I get turned on when someone is playing with my pussy too. And, it doesn't matter what sex. Have you ever played sexually with another girlfriend?"

I admitted that in my early teens I had touched a girlfriend on a sleep-over but I was so embarrassed by my behavior that I couldn't face her for weeks.

"Well, I have to admit that shaving your pussy made me wet and horny and I will definitely have to relieve myself after you leave."

In the most brash and daring statement I have ever made, I asked Phyllis "Would you like to eat me?"

Phyllis said, "I would love to." She pushed me back on the counter-top and spread my legs. The second her tongue hit my pussy I thought I was going to die. I had never felt anything so wonderful. I closed my eyes and drank up the flood of feelings as Phyllis licked and sucked. With her thumb and forefinger she closed my pussy over my clit and rubbed up and down. Then, she inserted a slim finger into my pussy and flicked my clit as she probed for my G-spot. When she got to the G-spot, she massaged it as she sucked my clit. 

What happened next was a life event. In an overpowering rush of physical and emotional feelings I came with such force that I must have passed out. As the world came back into focus, Phyllis was standing there with liquid running down her cheeks and the counter-top was soaked in liquid. I was so embarrassed because I thought I lost control and peed all over.

"Honey, that is cum, not pee. You can learn to do that at will if you want. When I squirt, it drains me for hours. It effects different folks in different ways. I find it is the ultimate release for me. When I masturbate to take the edge off, I squirt."

I began to grin. I felt great. I felt a freedom I had never felt before and I felt like a woman who had control of her life. Well, at least a little bit.

I asked Phyllis if I could return the favor. She agreed. We cleaned up my cum and she put a towel on the counter. Phyllis spread her legs and began to talk me through the act. She explained that I should not be afraid to tell my lover how I wanted to be done. I was to tell them what felt good and what did not. She told me folks aren't mind readers and they may think that they are doing an Olympic performance when they are actually at the high school try-outs. But, I can only fault myself if I fail to tell them what I need.

Afterwards, we had "foo-foo" coffee and discussed our success at the mall and what I might expect from my date. I was to meet him at a restaurant in a city 60 miles away. It would be a lunch and an afternoon of sexual pleasure. He was aware of the mission and a willing participant.

Anticipation built through the week. I could hardly think of anything else. I had to change panties with some regularity as I was sure I reeked of sex. I was not able to eat much and my parents thought I was coming down with something. I explained that I had a college interview and was nervous about it. I didn't like lying but was to uptight to get into it at the moment. I actually think my mom would have understood. Dad would too, but he would have to think about it for a while. By that time it would be over.

Mark Piper was sitting at the table when I arrived. He was about fifty and very handsome. He stood and gave me a little hug and a kiss on the cheek after he introduced himself. He did not seem the least bit nervous and immediately launched into questions about my plans for school and a career. He seemed genuinely interested in me. I saw his eyes glance at my cleavage and he smiled with approval. He told me how pleased he was that I was so beautiful and intelligent. He admitted some fear when Phyllis asked him for the favor. He said her trusted her implicitly, but he was still nervous. I laughed and took his hand. We had a glass of wine and a wonderful light lunch. He was a wonderful conversationalist and lunch flew by. He then explained that he had taken a room in the inn next door. 

I marched next door and into the room like I had done it one thousand times. I was completely at ease. He shut the door and gently pulled me into his arms. 

"I am really looking forward to this." And he gently kissed me on the lips and lingered. I opened my mouth to receive him and let him know that I was ready to receive him. We kissed a long time and it was wonderful. He was a good kisser and I was getting the idea that he was going to be a good lover as well.

Mark began peeling away the wrappings. With each garment that came off he stood back and looked with appreciation. He certainly said the right things and I felt very comfortable standing before him in my demi-bra and thong. I began with his tie, then slowly unbuttoned his shirt. He had a hairy chest which I ran my hands over and notices how firm he was. His buckle was easily undone and he helped me as he stepped out of his slacks. He was fit and trim. He was not a hunk but he was very handsome and a man that was making my juices flow. 

We lay on the bed and began kissing and caressing. I mentioned he was a good kisser, but I have to add to that he had great hands. He had a light touch that sent shivers up my body. My cunt was dripping and I was really feeling like I wanted to be fucked. He unhooked my bra and commented on my gorgeous tits.

He skillfully worked his way around them and did a marvelous nipple squeeze that left me breathless. He looked at me like a treasure. He didn't stare but took in everything with a great sense of appreciation. I could tell I turned him on.

I helped him pull his shorts down. I took his rigid cock and slowly stroked it as he sucked my nipples. He drew me in and gave my nipples a nip and let them slip out then, repeated the act. The way he manipulated my tits was a work of art. I was about to cum and we had barely begun. The next suck and nip put me over the edge and I shuddered with an orgasm. It was small but wonderful.

I was suddenly overcome with the need to have his cock in my mouth. I felt so lusty. My pussy was dripping, my tits, tingling, my stomach had a strange edge. I was soooo ready.

Porn movies emphasized huge cocks and his was not. It was probably 6 inches but had some girth. I couldn't get my fingers completely around it. It was hard in the center and soft and velvety on the outside. I loved the way the skin slid over the hard center. There was a drop of clear liquid on the tip and I had to have it. I licked it out of curiosity. There was little taste but I loved it. I bent down and sucked his cock into my mouth being careful not to scrape it with my teeth. Mark moaned. I could feel his body tense. I assumed it was pleasure. As I was taking in all the tastes and sensations of a cock in my mouth, I felt Mark's hand parting my legs for access to my pussy. I swung a leg over his and sort of curled to give him the best angle I could. His fingers were thick and he slid one deep into me triggering the second orgasm. An orgasm with a stiff cock in your mouth is one great feeling. I was burning up with lust. I almost felt like I was losing control of all my faculties.

Mark slid a second finger in and gently massaged my G-spot. The third orgasm came with a squirt. It didn't give me a release but made me feel like I was burning up and out of control.

I pulled his cock out of my mouth and pleaded, "Jesus Christ, FUCK me! Fuck me silly. I want you so much."

I rolled on my back and opened my legs. Mark moved gracefully between them and lowered himself on to me. His cock slid in with no pain and little effort. I muffled a scream and came with such intensity that I think I did the unconscious thing for a few seconds. A drifted back to pleasure that was almost unbearable. I had a strange thought race through my mind that I had wasted all my high school years. Oh, I loved fucking.

We fell into a rhythm so sensual. His chest hair brushed against my nipples and felt so good. His cock was doing magic. His hands moved over my body making me tingle and respond to his every touch. The pleasure had maintained an extreme intensity for a long time. Then, I could feel from the deepest depths of my soul something happening to me. I began to moan and my head involuntarily thrashed left and right. My hips rose to meet Marks with great urgency. Then, Oh My God! My entire body became filled with the most unbearable pleasure I have ever experienced. I could feel Mark stiffen and his cock swell to an even larger size and begin to pulsate in my cunt. I rose to meet him and he released with an animal sound. I could feel his cum splash on my insides, again and again and each squirt brought on a spasm of pleasure within me. At that moment I lost all sense of self. There was only ONE.

My muscles twitched and spasmed as I was filled with aftershocks. This lasted for a long time. Marks gentle hand soothed my body as the spasms continued. 

A hand shook me. I came from a place far away and slowly drifted to the present.

"We need to think about getting you home. It is 11:00 P.M."

"Holy Shit!" I exclaimed. We got here about 2. What happened.

"Well, beautiful, you got quite a work out, as did I. We both kind of passed out.

Sweetheart, that was the best sex I have ever had and I can't believe it was your first time. You are so beautiful." 

"Mark you are amazing. Could we do this again sometime soon?"

"This may sound theatrical but my job is done and yours has just begun. Like Phyllis explained, you need to find yourself and be comfortable with you. So, that isn't a no, but it is a no for now.

Phyllis got the full review. She was genuinely pleased. I would tell her of my conquests and we shared stories that I still didn't feel comfortable telling my mom.

Two months later I dropped in on Phyllis unexpectedly. She met me at the door in her open robe. She kissed me on the cheek and led me to the back yard. Mark was sitting in a deck chair with a huge boner. He smiled and started to stand up when he saw me. He was not embarrassed about his condition. 

"Stay seated." Phyllis ordered Mark. " Get out of your clothes if you want to. He's all ours" she said to me with a lusty smile.

I went from zero to naked in record time.