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Casey

By: Calliope



I know you’re there before I even open my eyes.  My senses are so attuned to you, I always know when you’re in the room.  I can’t help but smile when I think of your reaction as you find me in bed, asleep, with Casey.

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Casey and I had been shopping and indulged in a fairly liquid lunch.  A bottle and a half of wine later, I decided I wanted to buy something sexy..something that would really knock your socks off.

“You two have a good sex life, huh?”  Casey asked it casually, but I could see in her eyes that she was more than a bit curious.

“It’s incredible, Case.  He’s the most exciting man I’ve ever been with.  Just the thought of his mouth on me can get me all hot and bothered.”

“So he’s good?”  Casey smiled and leaned forward, whispering in a conspiratory tone, “He’s not afraid to go down on a woman?”

“Oh GOD, no!” I sighed dramatically.  I knew you wouldn’t mind if I bragged about you.  In fact, I could just about picture your smile.  “He’s simply incredible.  The man has a gift, I tell you.”  

We laughed and Casey grinned again, “Well, hon, he loves you and he loves oral sex.  What more could a woman ask??  She sighed, stretched in her seat and ran her fingers through her long straight chestnut hair, “I hate being single.  I get so damn tired of the ‘battery operated boyfriends’”.

“You’re turn will come, hon.”  I said and laughed, “Um, no pun intended.”

We had a good giggle and she suggested that we head to the lingerie store and find a little something to make you smile.  I suggested we find something to make you groan instead.

You know that Casey and I have a knack for getting devilish.  It was usually one of us getting downright bad and the other one reining us in.  But today, we were both full of trouble and the wine was not helping matters .  We were feeling rather brazen, so we agreed to pick out lingerie for each other.  I picked up an aquamarine satin bra and matching high-cut panties for Casey to try on.  I thought the colour would set off her brown eyes and olive skin.  I caught her eye across the store and waggled the hangers to show her I was ready.  She did the same with hangers holding some dark purple material. 

Casey and I had shared a changeroom before, but never in a lingerie store and we had never actually been naked in front of each other.  The saleslady gave us a sideways glance as we slid into the small changeroom and giggled.  

“You first,” I told Casey.  “There’s no way we can both change in here at the same time.”

Casey pulled her sweater over her head then released her front-clasp bra.  Her little breasts slid out.  They were so perfect - sweet little pink nipples hard from the cold air-conditioning.  I thought she’d put on the bra first and then try the panties, but instead she stripped out of her pants and underwear.  Casey’s so petite - 5'5" and naturally thin - not in a supermodel/waif kind of way.  But, as I’ve said to you before, I always feel like an amazon when I stand next to her.  She slipped into the bra and panties and I had to admire her body.  She looked gorgeous as she pivoted around, looking at herself in the mirror.  She has such  a lovely, round ass and the crotch of the panties hugged her pussy like a caress, showing off its shape but hiding her neatly trimmed pubic hair.  Really, she looked perfect.

“What do you think, Lauren?” She asked.

“Honestly, Case, it looks fabulous.  God, I pick out great underwear.”  I couldn’t help but wonder what you would think of Casey at that moment.  How many nights had you led us to a frenzied pitch while whispering how much you’d love to see Casey and I together?  How many times had I cum while thinking of just that?  Thinking about it was making my pussy tingle in the most delicious way.

Casey’s teeth were almost chattering as she changed back into her clothes.   “What kind of sick fuck turns up the air conditioning in an underwear store??  Tell you what, Lauren.”  She said as she quickly pulled her sweater down over her slim body, “Let me buy the outfit I picked out for you and we’ll try it on at your place.”

I quickly agreed - I wasn’t sure I wanted my best friend to see the wet spot on my panties as I changed in here.

We grabbed a cab back to the house, giggling as the cabbie tried to keep his eyes on the road and steal glances at the two of us at the same time. 

As I opened yet another bottle of wine, Casey searched through our CD collection, looking for “mood music”.  Finding some sultry blues, she grabbed the store bag in one hand, the bottle of wine and two glasses in the other, and proceeded upstairs to our bedroom.  

She arranged herself on our bed, propped up against the headboard as if she owned the place.  With a wave of the little shopping bag, she smiled and said “Okay, woman, time to try on my present to you and Jack.”

I smiled and unbuttoned my blouse - noticing how Casey’s eyes never left my chest as I did so.  The blouse fell to the floor and I reached behind me to take off my bra.  Casey was staring at my plump breasts, a strange look on her face.  I shivered as I realized she was enjoying this as much as I had enjoyed watching her at the store.  My nipples instantly stiffened and I could feel that prickly heat starting again.  All of a sudden, I had to be naked in front of her..I wanted to be naked for her... the bra dropped and I quickly stepped out of my skirt.  I hooked my thumbs over the waistband of my panties and slid them down my hips, bending over at the waist as I did so, letting my tits sway as I stepped out of the last of my clothes.

Casey moved to kneel at the edge of the bed, “Come here, Lauren,” she almost whispered.  I stood in front of her on weak knees and watched her pull the purple lace bra from the package.  I put my arms through the holes and she slid it over my shoulders.  She was so close to me I could barely breath.  I reached back to hook it closed and my breasts strained against the lace.  “It’s a push-up bra, hon,” Casey said quietly as she stood behind me and turned me towards the mirror. 

You know I don’t wear push-up bras, simply because I think my tits draw enough attention without the extra effort of a bra.  These bras almost require an engineering degree to get them on properly.  “Here,” she said, “let me help you get into it.”  

Before I knew what was happening, Casey’s hands slid into the right cup and held my breast - lifting it so it sat properly in the bra.  I watched her reflection as she slid her hand to my other breast and did the same thing.  Wow!  My tits looked as if they were being served up on a platter...begging to be touched and tasted.  I knew instantly that you’d love me in this.

“See?” Casey said against my ear, “You want your nipples right along the edge like this.  You can just see them through the top of the lace.” She grazed her nails across my lace covered nipples and I nearly fainted with pleasure. 

Casey studied at me in the mirror for a moment and sighed, “Wish I had tits like yours, Lauren.  They’re so full and round.  Makes you just want to suck them.”  Her hands rubbed across the top of my breasts and I couldn’t help but moan softly.  

Casey stepped back, turned me around and led me by the hand to the edge of the bed.  She sat there and studied my pussy for a moment.  I felt extremely vulnerable and extremely excited as she cocked her head to one side and looked at my naked crotch.  “I love that Brazilian bikini wax, love,” she said, “It looks so pretty to see you naked like that.  I bet Jack loves the fact that there’s no hair to get in the way when he’s got his face buried in your pussy. ”  

I nodded..speechless... the way she was talking about you, the images she was calling up of your tongue on my pussy, and having her so close to my naked body was driving me crazy.  Casey took the matching panties from the bag and held them out for me.  I lifted my leg to step into them and stopped dead.  Oh my God.  Casey had bought me crotchless panties.  I could feel my wetness seeping from me as I stepped into them.  Casey’s fingers left a trail of fire as she slowly pulled the delicate purple lace up my legs and onto my hips.   She slipped her index finger inside the band and tickled my skin from hip to hip.  

“Let’s make sure they’re on properly.”  She put her hands on the insides of my thighs and pressed against them.  “Open your legs, Lauren, let’s see if Jack’ll like these.”

I could smell my need as I opened my legs and knew that Casey, with her face not 6 inches from my pussy, would have to notice it too.

I knew what was going to happen, but was afraid to believe it was true.   My legs nearly buckled as I felt Casey’s fingers lightly brushing my lips.  She kept running her fingertips back and forth over my pussy and I knew that they were wet with my juices.  Slowly my pussy opened to her, the outer lips spreading.  I held my breath as I waited for her to explore me, but she didn’t stop her light movements..back and forth, back and forth.  I looked down and watched her stare at my pussy.  She looked hypnotized.  

I needed more and my hips pushed forward of their own volition, “Casey, please....”

Casey looked up at me and stood up.  “Lay down, hon,” she said. “Lay down and spread your legs so I can see your pussy peeking through your panties.”  

I was shaking as I laid back on the bed.  Casey’s eyes roamed over my body as I rested against the headboard.  The cool air on my aching pussy while I still wearing underwear was incredibly erotic.  I shivered and my pussy squeezed with need.  

Casey slipped quickly out of her clothes and crawled between my legs.  I jumped when her index finger ran up and down my lips.  She would drag it right over my tight hole and each time I’d hold my breath, hoping she’d push it inside me.  “Oooh, hon, I can see why Jack likes to lick your pussy so much.” she whispered as her face moved closer and closer, “It’s so pretty, Lauren, and almost... succulent.”

Casey’s tongue flicked over my lips and I moaned.  She pushed her tongue inside me and waggled it about before taking it back out and lapping at my pussy with relish.  My hands held her head close to me as I tried to her get to pay attention to my clit.  All the anticipation had me so close to climaxing that I couldn’t stand it.  Her soft hair tickled my thighs as she teased me with her tongue and lips.  Her finger suddenly buried itself inside me and I raised my hips..trying to assuage my need.  She pressed her finger against the upper wall of my pussy and rubbed that sensitive spot while flicking her tongue over my clit.  God, it was too much!  My orgasm hit me incredibly hard.  My back arched and I stiffened... holding her finger tightly as I pulsed around it.  She gently licked me as I rode the wave of my orgasm, finally slipping her finger from me and sucking my juices off of it.

I pulled her head up and kissed her, our tongues playing as she pressed her body against mine.  In the back of my mind, I wondered what this must look like..how you would react if you saw us and I knew that I had to keep Casey here until you got home.  My pussy tightened again at the prospect of you, Casey and I spending the night in a threesome and my kisses became hotter.

Casey moaned and pressed her pussy against mine.  God, she was wet and hot.  I had forgotten how incredible it feels to have another woman rubbing herself against me.  I pushed on her shoulders and she rolled over onto her back.  

“My turn, Case...” I said with a shaky grin.  She grinned back and opened her legs.  I lay between her legs, cupped her ass in my hands and lifted her pussy to my lips.  Her musky smell was such a turn on, I finally understood why you like burying your face in pussy so much.  Instinct took over and I opened her pussy with my tongue.  Long laps up at first .  Just tasting her..enjoying her.  She was a bit salty on my tongue but I loved it.  I pushed my tongue inside her hole and fucked her with it...she grabbed my head and writhed around on the bed, pressing her clit into my face.  I moved up slightly, covered her clit with my lips and sucked on it as I slid two fingers into her pussy and fucked her.  I could feel her walls trembling around my fingers as she started to cum and I pushed them as far into her as I could and wiggled them.  She grabbed my head hard and almost screamed as she came all over my face.  I held on as she came and continued to suck on her clit gently as her orgasm slowed down.  Her body relaxed and I raised myself up on my elbow to kiss her on her tummy, just above her mound.

Casey glanced at the clock, “God, where did the afternoon go?” She chuckled, “Jack will be home soon, won’t he?”

I nodded, my fingers feathering over her stomach and making the muscles twitch.  I looked at her very seriously, “Stay, Casey.”

She knew what I meant.  What I wanted.  She swallowed hard once and nodded, “Okay.”

Between the wine, the excitement and cumming, we were both exhausted.  I stripped off the bra and panties and lay with Casey on top of the sheets, our legs wrapped around one another.  Casey’s hands roamed across my tits, not to excite me, but rather just to explore.  Her gentle caresses soon had me nodding off to sleep.

And then, you came home.

I feel your hand running over my tits, cupping them and rolling my nipples between your thumb and finger, making them hard little nubs which you then rub across your palm.  I open my eyes and almost laugh with surprise.  You’re already naked, your cock standing straight and hard.  But the laugh disappears when I see the look on your face.  Your eyes are dark with lust as they roam over both my body and Casey’s still-sleeping form.  Your hand slides down my body and holds my pussy.  I love it when you do that.  The sheer possessiveness of the gesture mixed with the heat of your palm pressed against my lips always gets me excited.  I open my legs a bit more and lift... pressing myself against your hand.   You slide to your knees at the edge of the bed and kiss me passionately.  The heel of your hand grinding against me as your tongue thrusts into my mouth.   You’re so turned on, aren’t you, baby? 

Your mouth drops to my tits and you take my nipple into your mouth.  You nibble on it, using your teeth and make me gasp in exquisite pleasure.  My hands are lost in your hair as you play with first one breast and then the other.  My head rolls to the side and I see Casey, laying on her side, wide awake.  She’s breathing hard, her hands playing with her own little tits as she watches you tease me.  

I can’t help myself, I groan, “Oh goddd, Casey, this feels so good.”  My eyes close and I lower my arm over the edge of the bed and wrap my hand around your cock.  Jesus, baby, but you’re hard and throbbing!  You groan a little as I pull on your cock, just playing with it as I look again at Casey.  

“Do you want Jack to play with you, too, Case?”  I ask.  Your cock pulses in my hand and you mouth gets aggressive on my tits; your sucking and biting making my pussy twitch against your hand and I know how badly you want her.  Your finger slips into my wet hole as you press your hand against my clit.  You know it’s not enough to make me cum, but it drives me wild.  I moan loudly, “Fuckkk, baby, I love that” and raise my hips to get you further into me.   

A small moan escapes Casey’s lips and when I look at her again, she’s got her hand between her legs, desperately trying to get herself off.  I reach out and take her hand away from her pussy.  “Let Jack do that, Casey... do you want that, honey?”  You turn your head to look at her, resting against my now red breasts, breathing hard as I continue to play with your cock.

Casey glances at you, your hand still buried in my pussy and she can see your finger move.  She knows you’re slowly fingerfucking me and closes her eyes and whispers “Yesss, oh god, yess please.”  

You grin at me and kiss me passionately before sliding onto the bed.  I roll on my side to watch you two and take your cock back in my hand.  It’s obvious Casey’s nervous and you smile at her before kissing her tenderly on the mouth.  I watch your tongues play and I’m amazed at how turned on I’m getting. You kiss your way slowly down her throat and over to her tits.  Her breasts are small, but her nipples are like hard little erasers.  I play with your cock as I watch you take her tits into your mouth and play with them.  Fuck, I didn’t think this would be as much of a turn on as it is and I squeeze your cock in excitement.  You move lower and I watch Casey’s stomach jump under your mouth.  She bites her lip hard as you move ever closer to her pussy.  By this time, I’ve had to let go of your cock and play with my pussy..so very slick with excitement.  You settle between her legs and she spreads them wide for you.  I can see how turned on she is as she waits to experience that which I had been bragging about earlier.  You stop to look at her pussy before starting to play.  God, I know what she’s feeling... the sweet torture of waiting for your touch, the excitement that grows when she knows you’re just looking at her pussy.  Then you move in and Casey arches her back, her eyes wide in surprise.  You’re tongue-fucking her, I just know it. Knowing how good it feels and watching you do it to someone else is driving me mad, my pussy almost hurts I need to cum so badly. But  I don’t want to - not yet - so I take a deep breath and turn my attention to Casey’s tits.  

I suck on her pert little nipple..nibbling it and rolling it between my teeth and tongue, my hand on her other breast.  She’s writhing like a woman possessed as her orgasm gets closer and closer.  

I slide up her body a bit, my hands still teasing her tits and whisper in her ear, “He’s good, isn’t he, Casey?  My baby is soooo good at making you cum on his tongue.”  I suck her earlobe into my mouth and nibble on it as she whimpers, “Watch him, Case.  Watch him make you cum, hon.”  

Casey does as she’s told and lifts her head to look at you.  I look too and we both groan when we  see your face buried in her pussy.   I’m not sure exactly what you’re doing, but I know how damn good it feels.  Casey’s hips begin to twitch; she’s almost there and I want to help you take her over the edge, so I talk to her again, loud enough so you can hear.  “Cum on his tongue, Casey.  Cum all over his face like you did mine and then, later, I’ll let him fuck you.  You’d love that, wouldn’t you?  Oh yesss, trust me, hon, You’ll love Jack’s fat cock inside your pussy.”  Casey moans as her orgasm hits her and she bucks against your face, smearing her juices all over you.  You’re greedy, too.  I shiver and heat flares in my lower stomach as I watch you drink from her.  I’m in agony.

Casey calms down and you raise your face to me.  My, my, what a smile you’re wearing, love.  You crawl up the bed and I kneel up, pull your face to mine and kiss you..kissing Casey’s cum from your lips as I moan to you, “Baby, please, I need to cum so badly...”

You lay beside Casey’s recovering body and lay on your back, holding your hands out to me.  “Come here, Lauren.”

I crawl up your body, positioning my pussy over your face.  I look over my shoulder at Casey.  She’s staring at your thick cock standing straight up.  I know what she wants to do and breathlessly say “Casey, suck my baby’s cock while he makes me cum, will you?”  She grins at me and immediately moves to bring her lips to your dick.  As soon as Casey’s mouth touches your cock, you grab my hips and pull me down hard against your face.  I can feel your tongue lapping at my swollen walls and put my hands against the bedroom wall to steady myself.  Your tongue teases my clit, not quite giving me the pressure I need and I groan very low and rock on your face.  You know so well how to make me crazy, baby.  


Casey & Austin



It was an unusually busy Saturday afternoon for everyone. My dad had taken my brothers and sisters to the movies after their baseball, tee-ball, and gymnastics classes. My mom was out of town at her parents' house for the weekend. The only ones home were my brother Austin and myself. I had no particular plans but Austin said he had a term paper he needed to work on. He was given permission to use the computer in Dad's office, the only computer in the house connected to the Internet. No one was allowed to use it without permission.

I finished watching a cooking show on the television in the den and decided to take a shower and maybe go to Sue's new apartment for some sex. She had invited me over anytime I wanted to come. Even though she considered herself straight, she still liked the taste of pussy. Her two roommates were a bi and a gay guy. Sue had often told me of their threesomes and had invited me to join them. I thought I would take the opportunity today to do just that.

Dad's office was a small room just below the stairs. I heard moaning coming from behind the closed door as I was about to go upstairs. Some term paper, I thought. He's cybering some bitch over the net.

He didn't notice me as I opened the door and stood there watching him as he sat naked, milking his cock into a glass. I noticed what he had been typing. He was cybering, but he was pretending to be a woman.

'What are you doing?'

Startled, Austin dropped the glass on the floor, cum oozing out into the carpet. He jumped up from the chair and grabbed his shirt and proceeded to clean his gooey load from the carpet before it stained.

'What the hell are you doing here? Don't you ever knock?'

'Does that guy know he is cybering another guy?'

'No.'

'Are you gay?'

Austin looked up at me, anger showing on his face.

'Don't be mad at me big brother, I wasn't the one cybering a guy. I thought you were supposed to be doing a term paper.'

'This is my term paper.'

'Some term paper', I laughed.

'It's about relationships. The part I'm working on now is online relationships. Now, Nosy, help me clean this stuff off the carpet.'

I laughed. The sight of my naked brother down on his hands and knees on the floor cleaning up his own cum from the carpet was hilarious.

'Stop laughing and help me get it up!' he shouted.

'Am I suppose to get naked too?' 

It must have been the first time he realized he was naked. He was so busy trying to clean the carpet that he didn't realize I was looking at his naked body.

Without waiting for an answer, I took off my tank top. I had no bra on and I could see his cock starting to rise. I unzipped my jeans and slid them down my long smooth legs very slowly for him. I slid off my black thong and tossed it to him. I laughed when it hit him in the face and he tried to catch it before finally dropping it on the still-wet carpet.

'Anything in that term paper about a relationship with your little sister?'

Austin just shook his head no as he stared at my body lustfully, his cock growing larger.

'Maybe you should.'

'Fuck you?' 

'Why not? Dad did.'

'Dad?'

'Yeah and he was very horny. Said he thought of doing me for a long time. Even when he fucks mom he thinks of doing me.'

I stood against the wall and held out my arms to him. He was hesitant at first but took my hands and stood facing me. He closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath, smelling me. He moved closer.

Austin kissed me open-mouthed, his tongue exploring and caressing. His hands were all over me as he pinned me against the wall. I could feel him bucking his hips and his hard cock trying to find its way into a hole…any hole. I pulled away from his kiss and smiled at him as I slid down to the floor. He must have known what I had in mind because he moved back from me a little so I could get a better view of his cock.

It was a beautiful one. About average I would guess, seven inches, but it was about three inches around. It had veins pulsating in the shaft and it was almost like it had a mind of its own. His balls were full of cum just waiting for the right moment to shoot into some woman's pussy or, in this case, a mouth. It was definitely perfect for sucking. 

I started to stroke the shaft and I could feel the blood racing through the veins just under the skin. I kissed the head and Austin moaned. I started to lick the entire head, making my way down the shaft to his balls. I wanted to prolong this as much as possible so as I sucked on his wood I pressed his balls against his body. I had heard once that it prolonged the erection if the flow of semen was 'cut off' by keeping the balls away from the penis. I wanted to find out if this was true.

It was driving him crazy. His hips were bucking, trying to break his balls out of their captivity so they could release their creamy load. He held onto the top of my head trying to push his cock all the way into my mouth. He pushed my head against the wall and kept bucking. I still did not release his balls but I did have his entire length in my mouth and down my throat.

'You mother fucking bitch!' he screamed as he pounded his cock down my throat, causing me to hit my head against the wall.

I loved it. I was driving him crazy. He was getting so close to cumming but couldn't because I had his entire load hostage. 

'Let them go!'

This is fantastic, I thought. It was a good thing that no one else was home. How would I explain this? I kept wondering if the neighbors were hearing him screaming at the top of his lungs. I also wondered if any of his girlfriends had made him scream. I know that I had fantasized about Tammy, his new girlfriend. Maybe I could do my brother and his girlfriend at the same time. Damn, he was giving me a headache, banging my head against the wall just because I wanted to experiment. I let out a little chuckle at my rambling thoughts.

Wrong move.

When I let my guard down, I hadn't noticed that Austin grabbed my hands away from his balls and now I was being bombarded with an overflow of creamy cum squirting down my throat.

'Swallow it, Bitch!' he shouted as he thrusted his wood down my throat and released more of his sticky load.

I was trying to swallow as much as I could but it kept coming. I thought I was going to drown in the stuff and instinct had me pushing him away. To my surprise, he let me release his cock from my mouth. 

He didn't let me rest for long. Before I knew it he had me face down on the floor and was pumping the rest of his load in my ass. Damn, he didn't even bother easing it in, just rammed the whole thing into me. I screamed but that didn't matter to him, he was releasing his load and that's all he cared about. Blood, mixed with cum, oozed out of my former virgin hole as he slid his now limp cock out of me. I could feel his exhausted, sweaty body collapse on top of me.

'Damn, that was great,' he said when he finally was able to speak. 'I wish Tammy would do that.'

'Maybe I could show her how.'

'You would do that for me?' he asked as he turned me over onto my back.

I smiled at him and nodded. Then I kissed him gently on the lips.

'I was planning on going camping next weekend, just Tammy and me. Why don't you come along too? You can show her how to do that special thing.'

'That would be great!'

'We better get our clothes back on before they get home,' Austin suggested.

'Yeah, I need a shower.'

Austin got up from the floor and helped me up. He gave me a tight embrace, then kissed me on the lips. I picked up my clothes and ran upstairs to the shower as Austin finished his term paper. Neither one of us could hardly wait for the next weekend.



Casey & Daddy



My real father died when I was little. My parents had two kids, with one on the way. My mother met a wonderful man who she later married. They since have added three more kids to the family.

Gary was six years younger than my mom was. It took her awhile to get used to dating someone that much younger than herself. He stayed with her throughout the rest of her pregnancy and they were finally married two years after Samantha was born.

I got up early just so I could take a long shower without anyone bothering me. I made a special effort not to wake anyone. In a family of six kids, it was always hard to get a shower with hot water. One had to be quick in order to get anything.

I was enjoying my shower when I heard the door open, and heard a familiar voice.

'I just need to pee, Honey.'

I stepped back from the gushing water as I heard the sound of my dad's bladder being emptied. Then the flushing sound of the toilet, quickly changing the temperature of the water.

I had seen his naked reflection through the glass doors of the shower. He was built very well for a thirty-three year old man. He stood over six feet and was well muscled. His short brown hair had no signs of gray. He had shaven his chest to make his muscles appear larger. When he turned away from the toilet, I could see his large cock. To my surprise, he had no pubic hair. The rod was partially erect, from either fucking mom; seeing my wet, naked body; or from dreaming of fucking some young, tight asshole or pussy.

Damn, I wanted to touch it. There were lots of times I would watch him as he worked in the yard or on the car and see a bulge in his pants. The times I used to sit on his lap I could fill his cock start to swell and he would go off into the bedroom for awhile, or go into the shower.

I opened the shower door. The water beading on my skin. My long blonde hair slicked back. My nipples were hard and erected, as was his cock.

I liked his reaction of seeing his naked daughter. His cock started to get harder and he tried to hide it with his hands. He looked me up and down, licking his lips. His brown eyes, bright with lust.

'Need a shower, Daddy?'

I knew it was probably wrong to want him. Even though he wasn't my biological father, he still adopted my brother, sister and me. That made him our legal father. But I was eighteen today and I wanted my daddy's cock. I wanted him in my wet hole; to ram his rod into my cunt. I wanted to fill his creamy load shoot through me. I wanted to taste it and have him taste my sweet juices. I wanted him to fuck my ass because I knew he wanted it. I had known for some time that my mother didn't enjoy such things and when he wanted it, he had to go find a whore that would give it to him. Today, I wanted to be that whore.

We would be discreet. He was off from work today and I was given permission to stay home since it was my birthday. My mom would be at work and my brothers and sisters would be at school. This would be a fantastic opportunity for this. I wanted him to fuck me. I needed that huge cock in me.

He was speechless. Still staring, I could see his throbbing rod starting to stand at attention.

'I know you want it too, Daddy. I know that you like a tight ass. I want you to fuck my ass, Daddy. I want you to fuck me today. We have the whole day. Mom won't be home until 5:30, Austin won't be here until 7, and the others will not get home until 3. We have most of the day.'

I stepped out of the shower and knelt before him. Taking his ten inched fucking machine in both hands, I took my tongue and started making little circle motions on his cockhead. I stroked his shaft and started to suck on the swollen head. He put his hands on my head, gently pushing me away.

'I can't do this, Baby.'

'But I want you, Daddy. I left the door unlocked for you.'

'Dammit, Baby, I want you too. I wanted you for a long time. You drive me insane.'

I smiled up at him, thinking he would let me take his member into my mouth again. He gently but firmly pushed me aside and left the bathroom. I heard him as he relieved himself using my mother. I got him hot and he goes and fucks someone else.

I went to my room and locked my door. After drying off, I laid down on the bed and started masturbating, thinking of my daddy fucking me. I wasn't a virgin and I was on the pill, but maybe he didn't know that. That must be it, I thought. He thinks I'm still a virgin and I have no protection.

I was putting four fingers in and out of my wet cunt, dreaming of my daddy's fine and beautiful cock. He must shave for mom, I figured. I wanted to feel his smooth gun ramming into me, and his cum-filled balls slapping me with each thrust.

I wanted him so bad that I didn't even go downstairs for breakfast. I wanted to stay in my room and plan.

I went to his bedroom and got an old shirt of his and put it on. It was so big it came down to my knees. It was blue and faded and had a few buttons missing. I kept the top three buttons loose, showing my cleavage. I purposely didn't put my panties on. I combed my long blonde hair into a high ponytail so that he could grab it while I sucked him.

I waited until everyone else had left, then went downstairs.

'Daddy?' I called out to him.

'I'm in the kitchen, Honey.'

'I'm hungry, Daddy.'

He looked up from the dishwasher and his jaw dropped. He looked me up and down. He quickly turned around when he realized his little friend was getting bigger and harder.

'I'm hungry, Daddy.'

I knew he was getting frustrated. He didn't want me to see his bulge. I was making him uncomfortable.

'What do you want to eat?' he asked. His voice was gruff and I could see his hands shaking.

'I want to eat your cum, Daddy. It's my birthday and I want to eat something special.'

He turned and looked at me. His cock was so swollen I thought it would break through the denim. Licking his lips and breathing heavy, he unzipped his jeans. To my delight, he released his beautiful cock from its prison.

'You want this?'

'Oh, yes,' I cooed. 'I want it so bad.'

Concern flashed across his face. I knew what he was thinking. I had been right: he thought I was a virgin. Why else would he be worried?

'Don't worry, Daddy. I know what I'm doing.'

'You do?' he asked, almost absentmindedly.

'Yes, Daddy. I haven't been a virgin since I was fifteen and I have sucked cock before. But I haven't seen anything as beautiful as yours. I never saw a shaved cock before but I have seen shaved pussies.'

'Shaved pussies?'

I had to laugh at his expression when he said that. He had been getting horny watching his little girl and now to find out that I wasn't a pure, virginal maiden.

'I have been with other girls before, Daddy. I'm not a kid anymore. You don't have to worry about me, I'm protected.'

I moved closer to him, unbuttoning the shirt the rest of the way and dropping it to the floor. I let him take the sight in with his eyes. My breasts were a little bigger than average and had large pink nipples. They were as hard and erect as his rod. My pussy was shaven and he seemed to get off on the sight.

'Oh, Baby, your body is so beautiful.'

'Thank you, Daddy. I want you to have me today. I will do whatever you want.'

'Anything, Baby?' he asked with a sly smile on his face.

'I'm your whore today, Daddy. You won't have to pay anymore to fill your cock in a tight ass. You can do mine.'

I walked up to him, pressing my body firmly against his. He was nearly a foot taller and I had to stand on my toes to kiss him on his mouth. His lips parted and he stuck his tongue into my mouth. His hands were feeling my back, going down to my ass. He squeezed my ass cheeks and pulled me closer to him. I could feel his cock throbbing against me. He reached down and grabbed my leg. Bringing it up to the side of his waist, he entered me.

Lowering me to the kitchen floor, he spread my legs further apart. His hands were all over me. I put my arms around his neck and gave him little horny pecks. He grabbed my arms and held my hands above my head as he gazed down at me.

'Are you my little horny slut?' he asked, his voice hoarse.

'Oh, yes, Daddy. Yes. Fuck your slut.'

'You like it hard, Baby?'

'Yes. Give it to me hard, Daddy.'

'Do you want Daddy's big cock in your little cunt, Baby? You want me to fuck you hard? Daddy is horny, little one. You make Daddy very horny, more than Mommy does. I always think of you when I fuck her.'

'Fuck me Daddy. Fuck me hard.'

He started ramming his cock deep into me. His rhythm was fast. He squeezed my hands tightly with each thrust of his hips. His eyes rolled back as he started to push himself deeper into my cunt. His balls were slapping my ass cheeks.

I was almost about to cum when he pulled out completely. He climbed onto my chest and placed his cock into my mouth. I began to suck on it gratefully. This is what I had wanted to do.

'Oh, Baby!' he shouted as I swallowed his large cock. 

'Yes, Baby. Suck me.'

He sat up a little and grabbed the back of my head, pushing his wood deeper into my throat. I was nearly choking and could fill him getting bigger.

I don't know how he did it but he was close to cumming when he pulled it out of my mouth. I was disappointed and confused. What the hell was he doing?

He got up quickly and pulled me up off the floor. Holding onto my legs with one arm, he was smacking my ass with his other hand. He ran upstairs, carrying me like a sack of potatoes.

When we got to his bedroom, he tossed me onto the bed. I was about to experience what he considered an overwhelming thrill: he was about to fuck his daughter in his bed, the same side of the bed where my mother sleeps.

'I'm getting frustrated, Daddy. You get me so close to cumming and then you stop.'

'I want you to fuck me, Baby. Ride me hard.'

He got onto the bed. His rock-hard cock sticking straight ahead. I mounted him and put his entire length into my already wet cunt. He moaned, as he must have felt the pressure of my pussy muscles contracting around his rod. He bent his knees and brought his legs up, allowing me to lean against them.

I rode fast and hard. Bouncing up and down his pole, I had to lean back against his legs. I was exhausted but I wanted to cum. I reached out and started to massage his chest. I bent over and kissed his nipples, which made him moan even louder. He also seemed to get closer to orgasm when I started to suck on the brown flesh. His chest was tight and muscular but his nipples seemed to be very sensitive.

Suddenly, without dislodging his wood, he turned me over and started pounding into me. He thrusted fast and hard. His breathing was deep and labored and its rhythm matched his thrusting. My breathing was short and labored, mixed with moans and sighs.

Tossing his head back and closing his eyes, he made a violent thrust. He shot his creamy bullets from his hot gun, leaving it inside me for a moment. He pulled his rod out of my wet and sore cunt and then with a final thrust, he rammed it hard into me as we both screamed from the orgasms.

He rolled off of me, exhausted as I was. I rested my head on his smooth, sweat covered chest. I noticed the clock on the night table. It said 2:55. I hadn't realized how much time had gone by.

'They will be home from school soon', I said finally.

'You were wonderful', he smiled. 'I would love to do this again. Maybe you could meet me for lunch.'

He kissed me on the lips before getting out of bed to take a shower. I stayed in bed just a little while longer before I got up to go into my room. 

Later that evening during dinner, my mother was asking us all what special thing we did during the day. When it was my turn to speak I looked at my dad and we both smiled.

'Oh, we just had a workout,' I laughed.



Casey & I



Usual disclaimer -- the following contains erotic material that may not be suited for everyone. People in the story may or may not engage in safe sex. Regardless, you should if you indulge at all.

Chapter 1

Well I saw her first in the Williams Sonoma store. She was browsing around in the high dollar cookware section and examining things at length.

Her hair was that beautiful Julianne Moore red color, fine and thick. She was blue eyed and a slim, but by no means skinny 5' 5". She looked to be a B cup bra size and her nipples appeared to be large as they were prominently visible through the tank top in the coolness of the cooking store. She also wore a short denim skirt that came to about mid-thigh and framed her beautiful rounded ass.

She was looking perplexed at the display of All Clad cookware, wavering back and forth between the stainless and the MasterChef 2. I kinda sauntered up and raised an eyebrow and looked at both the displays.

"I really don't see much difference between these," she said looking up at me. "The stainless is much more though." 

I was hooked! She had the most beautiful eyes in a cute if not overwhelmingly beautiful face. She had a large mouth with wonderful lips, which I confess I was trying to picture wrapped around my cock. I know, totally chauvinistic, but I had yet to talk to her.

I spite of my excitement/preoccupation I calmly said, "Actually the stainless is more for looks or if you have induction cooking. From a purely functional standpoint, the MasterChef 2 has the better heat transfer and it costs less. Of course it isn't as striking as the polished stainless exteriors of the other line and will show its age sooner."

She thanked me for my opinion and went back to studying the cookware. I had started away when she said, "I'll take this set of MasterChef 2. You know, you have saved me quite a bit of money and I appreciate it."

"It's my pleasure, I assure you," I replied.

"Would you like to have lunch or a cup of coffee or something? My treat," she asked.

"I can't think of anything I'd rather do than have lunch with you. Your treating me isn't necessary. The pleasure of your company will be payment enough," I said.

We went to a little eatery in the Mall and ordered drinks and salads. We learned that our names were Mike and Casey and that I was an early retired 50 and she was a freelance writer. As the afternoon wore on, we were talking like we'd been friends forever and continuing to order a drink periodically. She was animated and smiling and her eyes were looking into mine and I was lost.

Casey would occasionally put her hand on my arm or on my leg. That got my attention and my cock started to stiffen some. Fully hard it's almost 9" long so it makes an uncomfortable bulge. Long about the third time she touched my thigh under the table her thumb brushed the expanded lump of my cock. She didn't stop speaking, but glanced down at her hand partially concealed by the tablecloth and I saw her eyes widen and she swallowed hard.

Pretending not to notice where she had looked or the hand so close to my cock I just dropped my hand to her thigh just below the hem of her skirt which had ridden up quite high when she sat down. I made some brilliant remark about something to keep the moment going and hoped she wouldn't slap me for being too forward. After all, the touch on my cock could very well have been accidental.

Nope. She put her hand fully on my cock and squeezed. This brought it to almost full attention.

"Is all of that for me?" she whispered into my ear. "It feels huge."

"All for you," was my somewhat strained reply.

She continued to whisper in my ear, "I want you to notice that my panties are very tiny and absolutely soaking." As she spoke she pushed my hand up under her skirt until my fingers encountered the gusset of her panties.

They were tiny, and black and wringing wet with her juices. I slipped a finger in through the leg band and felt the soaking wet slickness of her pussy lips. My finger then slipped into her a couple of joints and I rubbed up on her to find the G-spot. She moaned softly and I pulled the finger out to run it up to her clit. I felt it and was shocked. It was huge! I rubbed it for a moment with my cum slicked finger and watched her face as her eyes closed and her breath came faster. Within a minute she moaned, "Oh my. I'm cumming," and she bucked her hips slightly as the orgasm took her.

I stopped the manipulation of her engorged clit and pulled my hand out from under her skirt. I licked her copious spendings from my fingers while she watched in surprise. Then she excused herself and went to the ladies room.

When she returned I said, "We've got to get out of here now. I must have you and I can't wait any longer. Do you live nearby?"

"Yes," she replied. "In fact I walked over here today."

"Well, we'll take my car to your house if that's okay," I said.

"Lead on, then," she said.

We went out into the parking lot and walked down the rows with our arms around each other. We got to my car and I opened the door for her and she entered in such a way that I got a perfect view (which she held for several seconds) of the prettiest pussy I have ever seen. She must have taken her panties off in the restroom because I was looking a s small racing stripe of red hair crowning pair of shaven pink lips. They were spread apart because of her position and I could see the cunt cream around her hole and just the top of her cute anal pucker. This sight hit me right between the legs and I just about came right there in my pants. 

"The sooner you stop looking and start driving, the sooner you get to see it up close and wet," she smiled. "Get in and let's go. I don't want to waste any more cream on a seat when I can have your mouth instead."

We drove to her place and went in. The door hadn't even closed yet when she was dragging my cargo shorts and briefs down around my feet. She then squatted in front of me and was staring at my eight plus inches of very hard cock with the precum coated head. She didn't stare long, however. Grasping my cock with her right hand, she squeezed and pressed up toward the head. This brought a gasp from me and some additional precum to the slit of my cock. Without further ado, she licked the cream off the end of my dick and then sucked the head into her mouth.

"Mmmmmm, Mike" she moaned. "It tastes soooo good." 

She looked up at me and pulled off my cock and said, "We're going to fuck and fuck, but right now you are too hot. I'm gonna take this monster into my mouth as far as I can and suck you off. Don't hold back, just cum when you are ready and fill my mouth up."

And she did. She sucked my cock to the back of her throat, licking the bottom with her tongue. She bobbed her head several times, sliding those tight, large lips up and down and continuing to lick with her tongue. The fingers of her left hand gently scraped against my balls. Then she just kept sliding down. I felt the large head of my cock squeeze past the constriction of her throat and slide towards her stomach. She moaned as it went in and made swallowing motions to further stimulate my cock, looking up at me all the while.

Then she drew back and held my cock up, stroking it with her hand while her tongue started bathing my balls. She licked them and then gently sucked one into her mouth tonguing it gently. Repeating this on the other she watched as I was groaning with the feeling of it. Then she licked under my balls a little and prepared to return my cock head to her mouth. I was jerking and moaning.

Looking up as she gently stroked my dick she said, "Ready?"

All I could do was moan. Her response was to grab my butt with both hands and to slide my cock all the way in till my pubes were smashed against her nose and my balls were against her chin. Then she began pulling back till just the head was in and driving down again faster and faster. I couldn't hold back. With a scream of lust I cried, "Cumminnnnng. Now Oh yes." and I grabbed her head to continue to thrust.

But she had other ideas. She pulled back till she had about 2 inches of my cock in her mouth and was sucking and tonguing. I started to spurt and pumped about 3 tablespoons of hot, thick cum into her mouth. She just kept up the sucking and squeezing my balls gently until I subsided and softened slightly. Her left hand had dropped between her legs and she was rubbing her clit frantically, which produced yet another shuddering orgasm for her. She then pulled the cum coated head of my cock out and rubbed it around her lips. She smiled up at me and opened her mouth to show me the entire load of my cum that she still had in her mouth. Then she swallowed and licked the remaining cum off my cock and used her fingers to gather up the cum from her face and licked that off too.

"I just love the taste of your cum," she said smiling. "I would like to taste more of it, too."

I couldn't believe what had just happened: the best blow job of my life! I took her head in my hands and leaned down and kissed her strongly, licking her teeth and tongue with abandon, tasting my cum in her mouth. She started in surprise and then kissed back hungrily.

I pulled her up to her feet and pressed her to me with both hands under her skirt cupping her ass cheeks. I squeezed them and kneaded them as she moaned into my mouth.

I broke the embrace saying, "Bedroom. Where's the bedroom?"

Without answering she grabbed me by the still tumescent shaft of my cock and led me down a hall to a nicely furnished comfortable bedroom, the chief component of which was a king sized bed.

I reached down and grabbed the bottom of her tank top and pulled it up over her head. It (being one of those with a built in bra) caught on her tits for a moment and then released, leaving her bare breasts bouncing slightly. As I continued to pull the tank over her head I couldn't help but be mesmerized by what I saw. I could tell why her nipples were so prominent, even through the bra'd tank. The aureoles were dark pink and about an inch and a half across. The nipples, fully hardened and erect were a shade or two darker and just enormous. They stood out at least an inch and were almost a half inch in diameter. My mouth was just watering to suck on them.

We kissed again, my tongue exploring her mouth and hers fighting its way into mine, our bodies crushed together and held there by our hands grasping each other's butts. I broke the kiss and stepped back and removed my shirt, then toppled us both into bed.

I was just dying to suck on those huge nipples, but I decided to make her wait just a little. I kissed and licked in the hollow of her throat and down into the cleavage between her breasts. I licked here and then under each breast, squeezing gently on the other as I tongued her. Then I licked around to the side of her right breast with little suckings, not enough to raise a hickey, but enough to note an increase in her breathing and moaning. I switched to the left breast for the same treatment began gently stroking the nipple of the right with a moistened finger. She loved it.

Finally I had to do it. I licked my way up to her right nipple and began stroking the left. I took the nipple in my mouth and started gently sucking on its hugeness. If anything, it got harder and bigger. I trapped it with my lips and flicked it with my tongue.

"Ohhh, Ohhh, more of that. Bite it gently please, please," she moaned. "I can cum from this if you keep it up."

Biting at the base of the nipple and drawing my teeth gently up the sides as I lashed the tip with my tongue brought further moans and small screams of delight. Needles to say, I couldn't ignore the other nipple and started in on a similar treatment of its hard pink flesh. I began tweaking and gently twisting the other between my thumb and forefinger, repeatedly wetting them first from my mouth and then holding them up to hers for wetting which she did with more moaning.

Sure enough in just a short time she began to buck her chest at me and moan loader, "I'm cumming, God damn it, oh shit I'm cummiinnnng."

Knowing that there's no time to increase the pleasure like when the pleasure's at a peak, I reached down to her furry mons. She spread her legs and I dipped my fingers to her cunthole. It was awash in pussy juice, hot and slick. I literally grabbed a handful and rubbed her clit with it. She screamed and arched up, the orgasm just kicked up a notch by the clitoral stimulation. God I love to watch a woman cum.

"Enough, enough," she said weakly. "Give me a moment to recover. Kiss me you wonderful man."

You don't need to invite me twice. I gathered her up in my arms and began kissing her face. I pulled back and tried and experiment. I brought up the fingers still soaking with her juices and fed them to her. She licked the fingers eagerly. Then I kissed her again commenting, "You taste so sweet and hot and good!"

She just sighed and whispered, "I'm glad you like it. I hope you'll want more in a little while."

With that she drifted off to a light sleep. I couldn't get over the intensity of her orgasms and the obvious fact that she was incredibly sensual. Her whole body seemed to be an erogenous zone, a condition of which I approved highly.

Chapter 2

I guess I must have dozed for a little while because I started awake. It took me a moment to get my bearings and realize where I was and with whom. There was Casey lying on her side being spooned by me. I gently disengaged myself from her and got up to go to the bathroom. I got a glass of water and washed my hands and face.

Returning to the room I found Casey sitting up in bed with her knees drawn up and out. She was squeezing a nipple with one hand and slowly working two fingers in and out of her cunt with the other. Her hand was soaked.

"I missed you when I woke up and you were gone," she said. "I got all horny thinking about you and I had to start without you. Can you come here now please?"

I looked at the almost glazed look in her eyes, her mouth open and tongue on her lips, her nipples, reddened and hard still from our activities before and her beautiful pink lined cunt just dripping cream and I was in between her legs in an instant.

"I need to eat this gorgeous pussy, Casey," I said, my tongue actually feeling "thick" in my mouth. I want to suck up that sweet cunt cream and make you cum again."

With that I lowered my head till I was just above her mons. I could smell the musky scent of woman in heat and it near drove me crazy. Pulling her down from her sitting up position, I pushed her thighs back to her tits with my forearms and pulled her labia open with my thumbs. She was completely exposed to me from behind her asshole to her clit and the gorgeous strip of thick red pubic hair crowning her vulva. I licked the crease where her thigh joins her groin on both sides and she murmured "Mmmmmm".

Then I sucked each of the outer lips into my mouth and rubbed my tongue on them. My face was already wet with the constant dripping of her hot juices. Then I started behind her anus and, in one long slow passage, licked across that dark rose pucker, on up across her cunthole to the huge bulge of her clit. I took a second to admire this giant among clits. It was about a half inch in diameter and was a good inch long, tapering to a dull point. I licked around and around it and then flicked my tongue across it. She started cumming again and I had only just begun my worship of the most magnificent cunt I had ever seen.

I left my thumb in contact with her clit while I moved my mouth down to her hole. she was creaming steadily with her orgasm and I began to suck this delectable sauce into my mouth, swallowing as needed. She was like a faucet left on. Only this faucet was bucking and moaning and cumming again and again.

Thinking I could catch the juices easily a little further down I went a little lower and again tongued that pretty rosebud anus. It flowered slightly and she moaned again, "Yesss. Oh yessss. I love that. Please don't stop."

Well I suppose I would have to some time, but not now, that's for sure. I took my thumb that I was rubbing her clit with and put it into her cunt with the flat of my hand by the index finger rubbing the clit. Her cunt spasmed around my thumb. As it relaxed her pretty little asshole relaxed against my tongue and I pressed it into her ass, licking in a circle. 

She shrieked, "Yesss oh yess. Suck my asshole, tongue fuck me. Don't stop. Don't stop...", and her voice became incoherent as my tongue worked in deeper and circled harder. She had a huge orgasm, bucking her hips up hard and producing a real stream of girly cum from her cunt, which I sucked up and swallowed.

At this point, my cock could no longer be denied. I pulled back and rubbed the bulbous head of my dick against her pretty cunt hole to wet it and pushed it in in one smooth stroke. She was tight and hot. Hotter than any cunt I'd ever been in before. Her hips raised and kinda circled and she stroked my cock with the educated walls of her pussy.

"That's it, That's it," she gasped. "Fuck my pussy hard. Let me have it deep. Oh God it's so damned big and it's stretching me hard. Ohhhhhh. Fuckkkk."

I figured that this was going as well as could be expected and I was in such a state that I knew I would not last long, great blow job notwithstanding. So I pumped that cock into her in long hard strokes from just the head inside to buried balls deep and back again. She was cumming pretty much continually now, moaning, pulling at my ass with both hands to insure deepest penetration. 

I reached under her ass and wet my middle finger in the juice leaking constantly from her cunt and pressed it slowly, but steadily into her asshole. She bucked up and screamed out, "Oh shittt. I'm cummminnnnnng, again." 

And her cunt began squeezing my cock and her asshole my finger and that was it for me. I started cumming in that cunt like I had never done before and I roared out, "Ohhhh me too. The best, the best, oh I'm cumming so hard."

Five, six, seven squirts of my hot cum were deposited into that inferno that lies between her legs with me reared up and just holding the cock as deep as I could inside her.

Then all my strength was gone and I collapsed on my elbows kissing her eyes and nose and mouth and neck. I just couldn't get enough of her. It had been the most amazing sexual experience of my life. I didn't know what I would have to do to continue seeing Casey, but I would do it and more. There was no way this was going to be a one timer.

I rolled off to the side, my still large, but flaccid cock dragging a stream of our mixed cum across first her and then my thigh as I turned on my back. I put my arm around her and pulled her head to my chest. As we lay there for a moment, I could feel cum still leaking out of my cock onto my thigh.

Casey traced little curlicues on my chest with her finger and looked at me and said, "At the risk of sounding silly and going too fast, that was the best tonguing and fucking I've ever had."

"Same here," I said. "I hope this isn't too much too soon, but you are just flat out wonderful. Not only gorgeous and sexy and a great conversationalist, but an eager and amazing lover. We need to learn more about each other and get comfortable with each other in a non-sexual way too."

"I think so too," she replied, "but there are some matters that I need to clean up first."

At that she got to her knees and worked around till she was between my legs, never losing eye contact with me. Then she lifted my cock with her hand and licked the cum off of my thigh that had been dripping there. Her eyes closed and she licked her lips and said, "Oh yes. That's so good."

Then she took my cock in her mouth and began sucking and licking it clean. After a few seconds she looked at me, took my cock from her mouth and said, "We taste good together."




Casey & I



Then she proceeded to lick the mixture of our cum off of my balls. She licked around them, then one at a time sucked them into her mouth for a more thorough cleaning. I was moaning myself. I love having my balls sucked. She looked up and said, "One more place to clean up."

She pushed my thighs back and started licking my asshole. I thought I would die from the pleasure of it. I really love that. She rimmed it again and again and then slowly pressed her tongue into me. I was moaning and squirming and believe it or not, my cock was starting to grow again.

But she looked up and smiled and said, "All clean now. Doesn't that feel better?"

I answered, "That felt better than anything I've done in a while. But you know, we have to get you cleaned up too."

So I took her shoulders and laid her down and pulled her legs apart. She looked down at me with a strange look. I guess she thought I would go get a washcloth or something, but I had other things in mind. I pulled her legs apart and began to lick our combined cum from her pussy. I sucked it out and swallowed it, licking my lips and going back for more. Then I licked on down and cleaned her anus of the accumulation of juices there. I licked all over her inner thighs that were covered with our cream and cleaned her up.

She was moaning and saying, "My God. I don't believe this. No man has ever done this for me before. I should have known that you would when you kissed me after the blow job. This is so great. It feels wonderful, but its so sweet too."

"I don't know about sweet," I replied, "but I love doing it for you and you were right when you said we taste good together. And I love it when a woman cleans me up that way so I figured that you might love it if I returned the favor. Please feel free to ask me to clean us off of you anytime."

We both laid down then and drifted off to sleep again.

Chapter 3

I drifted up to alertness out of a dream of continuing sexual bliss to see Casey with her mouth wrapped around my cock sucking it greedily. She was stroking it with one hand while the other gently squeezed and stroked my balls. I was hard as a rock and it felt so good. I groaned and she looked up at me. Seeing I was awake, she removed her mouth from my cock, but continued to slowly jack me with one hand and fondle my balls with the other.

"Awake sleepy head?" she asked with a mischievous grin. "I saw this big thing when I woke up and couldn't resist sucking it for a while. I guess I was thirsty for another one of your huge loads of cum. When I get done, maybe we can go get some sold food for breakfast"

Her beautiful red hair tickled my thighs as her hand slowly squeezed and pumped my cock and all I could do was moan, "OK breakfast it is. That feels so good."

"Good," she replied. "Let's see if I can make it feel better still.

With that she pushed my thighs up and I held them for her. She continued to jerk my cock slowly while she started to lick my balls. She took them by turns into her mouth and worked her amazing tongue on them. She sucked them gently and got them sloppy wet with her saliva. Then she held them up and licked down the perineum to my anus. She rimmed it a couple of times and then started poking her tongue to the center, pushing to enter my with her tongue; to fuck me with her tongue. 

I groaned and moaned and then said,"Hon stop. I've not washed or anything yet this morning."

She just moaned and licked and probed harder. Then she moved up and began sucking my cock again, sliding those wicked lips down three or four inches and then back up to the head, licking and sucking all the way. She paused and stuck her middle finger in her mouth and licked and spat on it till it was shiny with her saliva. Then she took my dick in her mouth again and pressed the wet finger into my asshole. My hole gave reluctantly and her finger slid in. She worked it in and out an inch or so then pulled it out and stuck it in her mouth to wet it some more. Back into my asshole it went, this time sliding most of the way in. I felt it on my prostate and my dick got even harder if possible. 

So she continued to suck deeply, up and down, wrapping her tongue around my cock while she squeezed my balls and finger fucked my asshole. I was in going out of my mind with lust and it couldn't continue long. She kept sucking and fucking and I kept moaning until I just couldn't hold out any more.

"Baby, I'm gonna cum. So hard, so much. Oh God what are you doin' to me?" I gasped.

She looked up at me and said, "Tell me when you are starting to shoot."

She started sucking again.

"Nowww," I cried out. "I'm gonna fill your face."

She looked me in the eyes and slightly moved her mouth off of my cock, stroking it harder and working my ass harder. The first mighty pulse of cum shot into her mouth and I could see it as it coated her tongue and mouth. She pulled her finger from my asshole and held her hand under my cock and started pumping my sperm into the palm of her hand. It made a large puddle there, just barely contained. 

Then looking into my eyes she said, "Thirsty, so thirsty. Like water in the desert."

And then, never taking her eyes off of me she started licking the cum out of her hand. When there was only a little left she rubbed it on my cock and balls and even my asshole. She then proceeded to lick them all clean again.

When she sat up, I noticed a line of cum that had run down her chin and dropped on her breast. I sat up and licked the cum off her breast, then her chin, then pulled her to me and kissed her deeply. I wanted to taste me in her and I did. It was wonderful.

Somehow I knew that whatever we did for breakfast, it would be anti-climactic, no pun intended.

Feedback is appreciated as are high votes  There is probably more to the Casey saga to be told if you are interested.



Casey and Joe



So let me start out by saying I have this amazing wife!! We have played for pretty much our entire relationship with others and I cannot even begin to talk about all the incredible experiences we have had in our past. Jen is gorgeous and will fuck your brains out anywhere, anytime. 

This, however, is a story about her little sister Casey. She is 23, about 5'5" with long dark hair. She is kind of a modern hippie that practices yoga almost daily. She is attractive when she chooses to dress nice but literally about 95% of the time, she is in some baggy sweats and a flannel shirt. Doesn't show off her tight little body at all and if she got a tan, I wouldn't know what to think.

A few years ago, we placed an ad on a site looking for a young lady to come over when we asked and in return, we would take care of her. It took a while but we found a real diamond on that sight. But in our search, I ran across my sexy ass wife's little sister! She has been looking for a Sugar Daddy for a few years and apparently has now found a few. 

This made me tease Jen to no end about me paying to fuck her little sister. She was 100% against it but I often teased about how if I ever got the chance that I wouldn't turn it down. She laughed at me and said that I would never have to worry about it as I would never get the chance. She was right for years, until...

A few nights ago, we had a Halloween bonfire at our house on a lake. We have friends and family over and Casey was one of them. Nothing to speak of that night but after she left, I realized that Casey had left her jacket. Jen had text her and she said she would just pick it up later. I had no idea that later would be a day I was home alone and Jen was at work!

So I was sitting on the couch, watching some hot porn and stroking my hard cock when the doorbell rang. I freaked!! I was sitting there with my laptop up and the door wide open. Normally I turn on the buzzer that lets me know if anyone pulls into our cul de sac but I must have forgotten to check it. She is looking right at me as I pull my shorts up and motion her to come in. I'm so embarrassed and she just laughs and asks what I was watching. 

I make a bad joke and she immediately picks up my laptop and plops down on the couch next to me. I mean right next to me. Our shoulders are touching and she pulls up the video and unmutes it. She watches as a very sexy older man fucks the hot young babysitter as the wife watches. I ha my cockring on and a pair of gym shorts so you can imagine that my erection was A. still visible and B. not going away quickly.

As the video ended, much to my surprise, she clicked open another one and began watching it. I was throbbing and it was clearly visible through my shorts. I decided I would pull it out. After all she would either act on it, watch me or get up and leave, right? I pushed my shorts down to the floor and spread my legs as I began stroking to the video. Casey never said a single word. What she did do was put the laptop down on the table in front of us and pull off her yoga pants. She sat back down and I could see that she gets wet, like her sister, and she began playing with her pussy. 

No words were spoken until that video ended and she said "One more then I have to go."

Go? Where the fuck was she going? 

She stood up and selected the next video and I reached up and slipped my fingers in her warm, wet pussy. She didn't even turn around. I fingered her as the video began. It was a guy getting caught masturbating by his sister and she went down on him. I pulled her backwards and guided her down onto my cock. She never resisted and just kept watching the screen. I fucked her, rather she fucked me like that for a bit. She stood up and knelt on the padded table, moving the laptop back so that she could still watch. I looked and I had 12 minutes remaining. I slipped into her from behind and grabbed her little hips. I fucked her hard and fast and took short breaks when I knew I was close to cumming. She came twice but never cried out my name, never encouraged me, nothing. It was like she was masturbating and I wasn't even there!! 

I grabbed my belt nearby and slipped it around her hips, I pounded her tight, juicy pussy until the guy on the screen came all over the young girl's face! I came in my hot young sister and collapsed back onto the couch. She stood up, got dressed and never even looked back at me. I heard her yell, "Thanks for bringing my jacket in." as she walked out the door. 

Jen got home about an hour later and I immediately fucked her before her sister told her and she got pissed. The funny thing...Her sister never told her anything that I am aware of. 

Anyone ever experience anything like this?



Casey and Lacey Go on Vacation



Notes:

It has been a while since we pushed anything. 

This story is from the beginning of our relationship, and does not have many elements of the light BDSM we have since discovered.

Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction. Please accept the apologies for our names. I almost put in fictional names so that they sounded more plausible.

~~*~~

Lacey and I had been going out for a couple of Months. Neither of us had an inkling of what our intimate relationship would turnout like. We were young lovers... Not exactly young, but our love was young. We were both from relationships where we were incompatible with our partners. We met and soon discovered that there was more to physical love then 10 minutes once a month.

With the excitement of a new relationship we decided to go on Holiday. We woke up one morning and were discussing it.

"It's February and we don't have passports, so south is out of the question." Said Lacey.

"That's ok. We'll choose a cottage that has winter activities; skiing, snowshoeing, skating."

With that Lacey scooched over to me wrapped her arms around me and kissed me with the passion of a thousand hot suns.

"It doesn't have to have all that outdoorsy stuff. We'll find lots to do inside."

"uhhhhhh..." was all I could manage.

"What's a matter cat got your tongue?" Lacey said as she giggled.

With that she rolled on top of me and was straddling me. My cock was hard, more because of Lacey than because of morning. With the head of my cock touching the opening of her vagina, I felt every little hip movement as she slid up and down with her wetness starting to coat me.

She moved her hips in such a way that rather than rubbing up and down on the shaft, the head of my cock was pushing into her opening. She slid down and I plunged into her. For the second time this morning I displayed my eloquent verbal skills.

"uhhhhhh..."

As she was slowly luxuriously making love to me, I quickly recovered my senses and was going to play with this new adventurous side. We had just begun to discover our nascent D/s relationship. Just started playing with it. There was no real D/s yet, but I decided to put it to the test.

"Lacey, you said you would do anything for me. Did you mean it?"

"Yes Casey, I meant it."

"I'll find us a cottage with some outdoorsy things to do. When we drive there, I want you to wear a skirt or a dress. At some point in time, Iwhen we stop to pee, or to grab a coffee I am going to whisper in your ear to go and take off your panties. Still game to do anything I ask?"

I had challenged her way out of her comfort zone. I expected a reply about how she couldn't. How that was just too far. I learned later that the challenge was just what was necessary at that moment. With a naughty glint in her eye, I got an big smile and an OK.

I could barely contain myself. This was the stuff of my fantasies, a beautiful woman who would do this because I asked. Lacey was an amazing woman. I had fallen in love with her deeply. This playfulness that we had found was like the cherry on top of our love.

With kids, and lunches, and work pressing, the morning ended when Lacey slipped off of me. We were both frustrated, but we felt close to each other for having shared our bodies this morning.

~~*~~

A couple of days later I had booked a chalet. In talking to Lacey after booking I had decided to let her off the hook. I would never have really expected her to remove her panties in some unknown strange restaurant:

"You know when I asked about you wearing a skirt?" I began.

She kissed me, deeply again and said:

"I haven't been able to think of much else. This is something that feels so right to me. I want to please you."

I found myself with no words and an immediate erection that was so hard it hurt; she continued:

"What about me wearing a skirt?" She asked.

"The blue panties; the pair with the flowers. Wear those underneath. I want you to tuck them into my pocket when you come out of the restaurant." I was able to recover. It was a different tack. It was going to be an exciting weekend.

"Yes Casey." She said, as we were kissing the kids came tearing in. We put our passion on hold for life outside of our relationship.

~~*~~

Finally the day for us to leave came. Kids were off to their grand-parents, Lacey and I jumped into the car and stated to drive out. When we got out of town, we stopped at an adult store where no one would recognize us. Lacey was reluctant. Her ex-husband had purchased toys for her, but nothing she ever liked. What he tended to purchase were toys that would make him happy; all lifelike, extremely large and scary looking.

My only experience with sex toys and my ex, was the time I found her masturbating with the back of an electric toothbrush.

"This is different. We are buying this together. We'll find something we can play with." I reasoned.

With that we went in and we looked around. We were like a couple of nervous teenagers. The woman behind the counter was incredibly helpful. She steered us away from the crap and to some of the higher end toys. It would be some of the best advice we ever got. 

It is still Lacey's favorite to this day.

With our nondescript bag we headed out. The drive was beautiful, and true to her word, Lacey wore a skirt. It was about a 6 hour drive. We were in young love, and found it cute that even our bladders were compatible in timing.

At our second rest stop, I leaned in to Lacey, kissed her before we got out of the car and said, " I want your panties when we come out of the rest stop."

She blushed but smiled at me.

In we went. We each went our separate ways towards the restrooms. I finished first and was standing in line for coffee. Lacey came and joined me. Then she went to take my hand in hers. My hand came away with a pair of damp panties. I immediately grew hard, and gazed at lovingly at my sweetheart. I tucked my hand nonchalantly into my pocket and ditched the panties there. We gathered our coffees and headed to the car.

When we got into the car, I checked. They were indeed the pair I had requested earlier and they were wet. We started on the drive, and my hand wandered over to Lacey's skirt. It started to creep it's way up. When I got to the top of her thigh, I could feel the mound of hair there. I couldn't contain the slight gyrations in my hips as she tilted her pelvis and spread her legs so I could feel her wetness. I played with her opening for a short while, until I realized how distracted I was. (dear driver of the oncoming Taurus, if you're reading this I apologize.)

My fingers came away slick with her juices. We drove and chatted. Both being teens in the 80's, our high school dances featured a lot of the same music. I had prepared a high school dance mix for us. We played it and acted like a couple of love struck teenagers.

Duran Duran - Hungry Like the wolf.

The Cars - Drive

Abba - Dancing Queen

Billy Joel - It's still rock and roll.

Night Ranger - Sister Christian

Queen - We will rock you.

Prince - When Dove's Cry

Janis Joplin - Bobbee McGee

Billy Idol - Rebel Yell

Boy George - Charma Chameleon

Nena - 99 LuftBallons

Eurythmics - Here comes the rain again.

There were many more. If you're from that era, I'm sure these will bring back some memories.

As we were driving and rocking out, Lacey's hand wandered to my still hard cock. She undid my zipper and soon had me pulled out of my jeans and was playing with me. Again we eventually stopped playing because we were becoming a danger to ourselves and the other drivers.

~~*~~

When arrived at the chalet, I was still in an aroused state and my jeans looked like I had had an accident because of the pre-cum. I left my jacket on, and checked us in.

Lacey and I headed into the chalet, we left our bags in the car. As soon as the door was closed behind us, it was like we were on fire. From the door to our bedroom clothing flew, tops came off, shirt buttons got ripped, pants came off.

I dropped Lacey onto the bed and slipped inside of her. We were on fire. It was not a gentle love making session. We ravaged each other. My back was marked with scratches. Our tongues were intertwined, searching. My mouth was all over her; ravaging her gorgeous nipples, and beautiful neckline. Within minutes, Lacey came from my thrusting and my mouth kissing her. This is not something that has happened often, but when it does the orgasm is as much emotional as it is physical.

Her orgasm pushed me over the edge. I came with a ferocity that I had not yet felt in my life.

We were 9 minutes into our vacation.

~~*~~

The next day we enjoyed our time in the area. We skied in the morning, and visited a couple of shops in the afternoon.

When we got back to the chalet, we decided to explore the private hot tub, with her new toy. This was going to be a large set of firsts... first time outdoors Naked for both of us, first time with a toy, first time naked in a hot tub, exciting and nerve wracking.

With wine and toy in hand, Out we went. We were naked with the cold snow coming down on us and hitting our bodies, it was exhilarating. We lifted the lid to the tub and slipped in. Immediately our bodies were immersed in the hot water and the aching from the days activities started to ease.

We snuggled in and just watched the sky. The snow coming down was creating beautiful swirling patterns in the night.

We talked about our day and the trinkets we had purchased. We discussed love and this need that was manifesting itself in us. As we discussed the power dynamic that seemed to be developing I took the touch and turned it on. Its solid vibration is where we started.

In the water with her snuggled in to me, the snow falling, the clouds in the sky above us moving, she played, and she came. It was a beautiful moment, It was a beautiful experience.

It was an experience that we would carry with us always.

~~*~~

The next day, was our skating day. Being Canadian, skating is in our blood, but it had been years, with bambi like skills we took to our skates. We had a fun day. We skated on the lake near our chalet.

There isn't much better than the feeling of taking skates off after you've skated for a while.

Once skating was done we headed back inside. The fire in our Chalet was just dying and I was able to resuscitate it. We got naked hopped into the hot tub and just enjoyed each others company.

After the hot tub, we snuggled down in front of the fire and watched a movie. Part way through the movie Lacey started kissing and fondling me.

She opened my robe, and kissed down my chest, stopping at my nipples. She bit just a little too hard and I swatted her bottom for her troubles. The next thing I knew Lacey had dropped to her knees and had taken me in her mouth. As she kissed and licked me she seemed overcome with a need, a need I had never seen in her. She seemed to want more and more of me in her mouth.

Soon I felt a slight pop as the head of my penis passed from her mouth to her throat, this was the first time I had ever felt this. I was driven by her urgency. I lifted Lacey, turned her around and bent her over and thrust myself inside of her.

Lacey looked over her shoulder and said, "Claim me Casey, I desperately need to feel you inside of me."

I swatted her bottom, and received a moan of pleasure. I repeated the swats across her bottom and Lacey's thrusting against me seemed to become more frantic, more enthusiastic.

After Lacey's oral ministrations and now this new discovery, I couldn't control myself and I came.

I sat Lacey down on the sofa and went down on her. Kneeling between her legs, I had one hand on her bottom and the other hand playing with the opening of her vagina. Every time I rubbed her sore bottom I got a moan.

I licked and I played until I felt Lacey's Vagina clamp around my fingers, and heard her call out.

As we came back to our senses, we got dressed again and snuggled down until we drifted off to sleep in front of the TV.

~~*~~

The next day, we packed up and headed for home. On our drive we discussed our weekend and the issue of the spanking came up. Lacey stated her brain had never felt so quiet. So focused on the feelings and nothing else. It was something we would put away to explore later.



Casey and Lacey Go Shopping



To Our Dear Readers,

Thank you for taking the time to read this. All votes and comments are truly appreciated. I would request a vote when you get to the bottom of the story. It is one click.

Thanks in advance,

Casey.

Saturday

As always I begin these stories by apologizing for the cutsieness in our names. It is something we've apologized for since we met and hit it off. 

A Saturday without the kids. A time for Lacey and I to spend together. A more recent period in our relationship. A period when we feel comfortable with our definition of relationship. We've stopped trying to fit it into a mold. We are comfortable with what it is.

It's a glorious Saturday morning. The sun is shining through our window. We are Naked and basking in the afterglow of morning sex where Lacey came first and then I came quickly afterwards.

"What's on our agenda today baby?" Lacey asks while running her fingers through the hair on my chest.

"Sweetie, I know money is tight, but you really need new shoes. Before you protest, I realize this is a need and not a want on your part. We are going shoe shopping."

"But, I can make do with the shoes I have."

"Isabelle, I love you, I need you I want you. Today is shoe shopping day."

There it is: Isabelle. My power word. If you've read any of our other stories, you know that our relationship has nuances of power, but not as most people think. It is sort of the opposite of a classic BDSM relationship. I love Lacey/Isabelle dearly, and she loves me. She knows that when I call her Isabelle, I am putting on my Dom role and I am expecting her to take on her Isabelle role. However, it is not to dominate, but to comfort, to let her know that I desperately want to take care of her. I am no longer Casey, but rather I take on the personna of Alex. As I do so, she knows it is because I feel this is what she needs. That I am making an unspoken request that she capitulate to my will. If she does, we will be Isabelle and Alex for the rest of the day.

She protests, but weakly, I've won this. Shoe shopping for her, with us as Isabelle and Alex is what our day will be.

We kiss and snuggle; we are in no hurry to get out of bed. When we do, we head to the shower together. This is a ridiculous enterprise. When we purchased our house we were still in the very early stages of defining our sexuality. We were both of the opinion that showering was a solo activity. We hadn't considered the possibilities of the sensuality of washing and caring for each other. As a result the shower stall in our house is very very small. Nevertheless, we head to the shower together.

When the water is adjusted to a warm comfortable temperature for both of us, Isabelle and I squeeze into the shower. Since we've started showering together, this has become a comforting ritual. We kiss under the water, then I move to take up a corner and Isabelle moves into the stream coming from the shower head. I thoroughly wet her hair, while she just snuggles into me. Her arms are wrapped around me, she's feeling playful this morning; more fingernails digging into my back than fingertips. My fingers massage her scalp until it is thoroughly soaked. Then I reach for the shampoo and use that to wash Isabelle's beautiful thick mane. It is a sensual experience. I massage the shampoo into her scalp, spending time at the back of her head in the crevice where her neck meets her skull. Throughout this her hands are wandering, feeling the muscles of my back. I rinse and repeat the process of putting the conditioner in.

With the conditioner in her hair, I take up the soap and the sponge and wash her body. As I do the shower fills up with dewey scent of a lemon blossoms. I sponge her shoulders down, then move to her chest. I do her breasts, and then she lifts her arms. It raises her breasts, and I appreciate the view. Seeing her with her arms outstretched over her head is one of my favourite sights. I wash under her arms, soaping her up. I take a razor and shave for her. I continue down her body washing her stomach. I then squeeze back into my corner and she turns around. I wash her strong beautiful back, stopping and paying special attention to where the crack of her bottom turns into her back. I am rewarded with a moan for my efforts. She turns back around, and I wash her beautiful full bush of pubic hair and her vagina. I wrap my arms around her and do her bottom. She raises each of her legs and I soap them up, and then she shaves them.

I run my hands completely over her body to make sure she is rinsed off, which is silly because with the size of our shower as soon as she soaps me up, she is just as covered. I do take the moment after I've rinsed her breasts to take a nipple in between my teeth and apply a little pressure. 

Then it is my turn. Isabelle takes the sponge from me and begins to soap me up. Now the air in the shower takes on a much more masculine scent of sandalwood. She does my chest first. She spends time on my nipples and then pushes my arms up. My arms go over my head and she does under my arms. Working downwards, she decides to be cheeky today and avoid my cock until she's done all of the rest of me. Finally she takes my cock in her hand and soaps it up. It is semi hard. Full but not straining. She plays with me for a bit, making sure to run her fingers over the crown of the head of my penis for a few minutes. When she rinses me, she remembers what I did to her nipple. To keep her cheeky streak going, my cock simply and quickly disappears into her mouth. I am surprised and I let out a moan of appreciation. After one or two strokes of my penis, she comes up and we kiss. It is an open mouthed passionate kiss that speaks of our love for each other. Finally I rinse the conditioner out of her hair and we get out of the shower.

We dry off, as Isabelle does her hair, I shave and then head down and make some breakfast for the two of us. Then we head off for our day of shoe shopping.

As we arrive at the shoe store, I am Alex, and Lacey is Isabelle. We browse and Isabelle gives me an idea of what she is looking for. I am her protector; her Alex; this will be my choice. Isabelle will try on anything I bring over to her and I will have ultimate say in what we buy for her. My responsibility is to choose something she will love. 

Isabelle, at my request is seated over on the chairs assigned for trying on shoes. Both her shoes were off and she's waiting with a devilish grin on her face. This is my baby girl, enjoying giving herself to me completely and being pampered by me completely. I am as happy as I've ever been.

I pick out a number of pairs of shoes for her and then find a clerk.

"Excuse me ma'am, can we get these in a size 7.5, the last pair look small, can we get those in an 8 as well?"

"Certainly, I'll be right back."

The clerk brings the boxes of shoes back and helps me carry them to Isabelle. My job involves picking out the shoes, and all of the discussions with the clerk. Isabelle tries them on and walks around with them so that she can determine if they are comfortable or not, and I can see her bottom while she was walking.

We are shopping for casual shoes for her. But I also have the clerk bring me a couple of pair of outlandish shoes with a ridiculous heal, and very little in the way of materials. It seemed the less material that's put into a shoe, the more expensive it becomes. 

We don't have a shoe thing but I do take the time to put each pair on her, beginning with the casual shoes. It's is always a wonderful experience to lift a woman's foot and place it in a shoe. It is an incredibly erotic experience. It is almost exhibitionism, almost taboo for where we are.

As we try on each pair of the casual shoes a clear choice emerges. I make the choice, Isabelle is pleased and tells me afterwards they were more comfortable and more expensive than the shoes she would have picked for herself. 

As I opened the first box of ridiculous shoes, her eyes light up. She knows we were really playing now, and she's happy. As I put each pair on her, she walks in them ensuring that the swing in her bottom is just a little bit more pronounced than I am used to seeing every day.

Looking in her eyes, I can see that there isn't a comfortable pair here. We do one more round of different styles and sizes. As I put the last few pairs on her, every time I do them up, I would dig my nails into her calf. Little gasps escaped her. Isabelle falls in love with a pair that is a deep purple patent leather. They have a heel that comes to a point that you could stab someone with. They criss-cross across her toes and have a small heel cup and a single strap to hold her foot in place. In my mind these shoes were never meant to be worn with clothing.

As Isabelle was putting her shoes back on, I purchase the comfortable and the purple pair. I am sure she is expecting only the comfortable pair. I am certain she figures the outlandish pair were only for playing in the store. She joins me as I am finishing paying, and she is ecstatic with the two pair of shoes.

~~*~~

As we leave the store, we walk arm in arm and our thoughts turn to a meal. As it is Saturday and we've woken up late, we wouldn't call it lunch nor would we call it dinner. Somewhere in between. We head to our favourite pub. It is a neighbourhood pub that features live music in the evenings. In the afternoon, it is still a lively place as this pub has a unique cross section of all echelons of the social sphere. In one corner there are obviously workers grabbing an afternoon pint. In another a woman and a man on a first date, and yet another there is a regular, telling the bartender how to save the world from the evil politicians. It's good people watching. 

We are semi regulars. We've had this waitress before, it will be interesting to see if she remembers us. As she comes over, I know she remembers us, as she bring us only one menu and hands it to me. Again this brings the dichotomy of our relationship into sharp focus. She is my Isabelle. 

She may offer up suggestions of what she feels like or she may not, but my job is to select a meal for her that she would enjoy at least as much as the one she would select herself. 

A woman seated next to us is watching. She doesn't seem impressed that I have ordered Isabelle a red wine and myself a beer without consulting with my lovely wife. Isabelle and I chat about the weather and her shoes. I glance at the single menu without consulting with Isabelle; We continue to chit chat. The woman, obviously a busy body, decides she is going to stand up for Isabelle's rights.

"You know you get a choice too." She says.

We've done this before. Isabelle is prepared and smiling. I see her wicked grin and know she was hoping for something like this to happen. She looks at me pleading.

I touch my breast pocket and look as though I've lost something.

"Isabelle, sweetheart, I seem to have lost my kerchief."

Without saying a word, Isabelle gets up and excuses herself and then heads to the washroom. I continue to peruse the menu. The woman has now gone back to chatting with her husband, and giving me dirty looks. The husband is trying everything in his power to avoid eye contact with me.

After a moment, Isabelle comes back and kisses me deeply. Her body is blocking the woman's view. I feel her hand on my chest. As she pulls away and sits down, we continue to have our conversation. 

I know what she has done, and through our conversation we are ignoring it.

The husband obviously sees it, his eyes are as big as saucers. Miss Nosy sees it and harumphs, Get's up grabs her husband's hand and they leave.

As they leave, I smile at Isabelle, reach into my breast pocket, grab her knickers that she has draped there like a kerchief and return them to her. She tucks them away.

The waitress appears and I order.

"We'll have 2 cream of broccoli soups and a turkey club to share. Sweet potato fries on the side."

As the waitress leaves Isabelle and I giggle like school children.

~~*~~

After our meal, we head back to our place. It has been a wonderful day. As we walk into our bedroom, I take a handfull of hair and pull her head back. I am overcome with a passion for my wife and partner that will not be denied. I kiss her exposed neck. I place my hand at the base of her neck not to choke her but to let her know she belongs to me. I kiss her deeply. Isabelle responds to my kisses with a passion of her own. She is pushing into me. She is kissing me with a ferocity that is familiar and all too sexy. Soon she drops to her knees in front of me and opens my pants. As she drops my briefs, my cock springs out. She takes it into her mouth and starts to move up and down the shaft. She suddenly pulls me into her and pushes herself onto me with a lot of strength. I feel the bulbous head of my cock go "pop" as it passes from her mouth to her throat. It is a feeling I've never experienced before. It is something that cannot be described. My knees go weak. 

I pull her up and strip her. It is not a slow sexy strip. I rip her clothes off. Buttons pop. Pants end up in a heap, panties are torn. Soon she is naked beneath me, small whimpers emanate from her as her hips gyrate in anticipation of what is to come. I lay Isabelle back on the bed, spread her legs and plunge into her. Our desperation fuels our passion and our need. We roll and Isabelle is on top of me, moving up and down my shaft. I hand her the Hitachi Magic Wand vibrator. As Isabelle places it on her clitoris, it sits on my pelvis. The strength of the vibrations from the wand is such that I feel it right in the head of my cock. Soon she is coming. I feel her moisture running down the base of my shaft and between my legs. I follow quickly telling her she belongs to me, filling her with my seed.

As we come down, we snuggle. It has been an intense day. We know that we will need to be extra attentive to each other over the next few days as the endorphins from our day today leave our systems.



Casey & Samantha



I will get right to the point: I wanted to fuck her brains out! I had watched her for years, my fantasies of how I would fuck her. Now, she was eighteen and no longer a child. I didn't want to hold back my desires for her. I was her older sister, by nearly four years but her sister nonetheless. I had thought that she never gave my lustful glances a second thought. I was to find out I was mistaken.

It was Samantha's eighteenth birthday and she had come home from college for the special occasion. We decided to spend the day at our brother's secluded cabin. He was out of town for the week so he left me the key and I got started with the preparations. I stocked the cabin with food, sodas, beer, wine, scented candles, and bubble bath…all the things I thought we would need for the things I had planned.

I had seen her petite body naked before. I had seen her small rounded breasts and her pert little pink nipples. I had seen her shaven pussy and the round cheeks of her tiny ass. I had seen her red curls cover her slender, freckled shoulders. I had seen her bright blue eyes framed with long red lashes. I had seen her small, straight nose freckled from the sun. I had seen her full lips and been wanting to feel them on my breasts…on my pussy…all over me.

Saturday morning came and I heard a key unlocking the door. I knew it was Samantha. I ran to the door to greet her.

'Why didn't you let me pick you up?'

Samantha laughed. 'It wasn't that far, Casey.'

'I didn't want you to think I was an ungracious hostess.'

Samantha laughed. She walked over to me and gave me a big hug. She never took a second thought about me kissing her on the lips. To my surprise, she returned the kiss.

'You want me, don't you?' she blurted out.

I couldn't speak. I was expecting to seduce her and now she was turning the tables on me. She must be teasing, I thought. She was always teasing. Always wearing short, cut-offs around the house and tops that showed her flat belly. She was always touching me when she spoke. She bounced around the house like nothing was wrong, so carefree. She had no idea what she was doing to me.

I was mistaken.

Samantha started to slip off her jeans. She wasn't wearing any panties and her pussy was smooth. She stepped out of her jeans and kicked them aside. Then I watched as she slowly unbuttoned her blue blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra either and her nipples were erect. I wanted to suck them. I wanted to take her right now and devour her sweet juices. There she was: my little sister, standing naked in front of me. All this time I wanted to seduce her and it appeared that she was now seducing me. I reached out to touch her breasts and she took my hand in hers. She put my index finger in her mouth and began sucking on it. Her mouth was warm and wet, as I was sure her pussy was also. I took this to mean that her pussy would feel the same way.

'Where did you learn all this?' I asked, getting horny from her finger sucking.

She smiled. 'From you.'

'Me?' I asked, puzzled.

She took my hand and guided it down to her breasts. I was right, they were soft and firm. She pressed my hand against them, making the nipples hard under my touch.

'I used to watch you fuck them. Gary Robbins, Mike McGrath, Rick Carter, Cheryl Lansing, Sue James, Kathy Myers…all of them. You looked like you were having more fun with the girls than the guys. I want to have some fun too. I want you to fuck me. I've waited all this time for you. I have wanted it for a long time.'

I was horny and needed a release. I wanted to fuck her so bad but I knew in the back of my mind that incest was wrong. This was my little sister. She watched me, she said. How?'

'I even saw you and Austin and even with Daddy. I want to know what it feels like. I know you want it, I have noticed the way you look at me.'

She had a point. I did fuck my own brother and my father. Actually, it was more the other way around. I had first walked in on my brother cybering some girl over the Internet. He was pulling hard on his eight-inch rod. My father, on the other hand, walked in on me while I was showering. I had never before seen a cock so big. He liked the feeling of a tight ass and since mom didn't care for it, he came to me to get it.

'How?'

She whispered that she had watched through the windows then she kissed me deeply and pressed her tiny body against mine. My hands moved down her back, feeling the smoothness of her skin. I returned the passionate kiss as I squeezed her ass cheeks. I really don't remember how I got undressed. I was having too much fun to notice. Incest or not, I wanted to fuck her brains out. My little sister was a peeping Tom.

As she lay on her back in front of the fireplace, I began to kiss her all the way down her body. I pressed my hands on her small breasts and played with the pink fleshy bulbs. She made little sighs and moans of pleasure as I licked and sucked her tits. I moved down her body, first with my hands and then with my mouth. The next place I stopped at was her pussy. Smooth, round and pink, it smelled like berries. No doubt from her body wash, I thought. She opened her legs and grabbed a hold of part of my golden mane. I moved her legs further apart so that I could get a good look at her magnificent little pussy. I took my finger and ran it up and down the outside and then I started rubbing her clit. Her breathing became heavier and she grabbed frantically at my hair as I finger-fucked her. I first used one finger, then I put in two. Her hips were starting to buck a little when I started to fuck her with three fingers and rub my thumb hard against her clit. I then got bold and stuck a finger up her ass. She moaned at the sensation. She was starting to cum while I was fucking her. Her whole body was covered in sweat and there was no fire in the fireplace. We were making our own heat and she was in her own little world.

'Fuck me!' she shouted as her body was thrusting against my hands, trying to move me in deeper. 'Fuck me harder! I NEED IT!'

I moved into the '69' position. I held her legs far apart with my arms. I took my fingers out of her pussy and replaced them with my mouth. My mouth engulfed her tiny pussy and I sucked her hard. My body moved up and down against hers as I was eating her. As I tongue-fucked her, my pussy was rubbing her face. She lapped up my juices as I was devouring hers. She moved the stud from her pierced tongue hard against my blood-engorged clit. She was driving me to orgasm and she was driving it hard.

I had always considered myself to be a lustful lover to men as well as women, but Samantha was wearing me out. No matter what I gave, she wanted more. 'Fuck me!' she screamed, and I would go faster. She was the Domme today and I was her sub. Her every wish was my command.

I mounted her and rode her for dear life. I was riding my bucking bronco in this incestuous rodeo. My size-C tits bouncing. I slowed down a little just before reaching a climax and, grabbing my tits, she sat up and started to suck on them. I flung my head back and moaned loudly as she sucked hard on my pink nipples. She sucked so hard that milk began to squirt out. I had never fucked anyone before that ever did that. I had lovers that would suck my tits, but none that sucked them so hard that milk came out of them. I thought I was going to explode. My mind was spinning faster than my pussy was pounding against her. Clit scraping against clit, spurring us both on to ecstasy.

When we were both satisfied, I kissed her lips and rolled off her. We lay together in each other's arms and fell into a contented sleep.

When I awoke the room was dark and she had gone. Her suitcase was gone as well. I walked to the kitchen where I found a note on the table from her thanking me for the best birthday present she had ever gotten. She also mentioned that she would like to pick up where we left off when she returned in the summer.



Casey at the Bat



Casey spat into the grass in front of the dugout. Ten thousand patrons of the game mumbled quietly from the stands as Cooney took a few practice swings outside the batter's box. Barrows stood loosely in the on-deck circle, waving a leaded bat. Casey studied the scoreboard. 

   Visitors   0 0 1  0 0 0   0 1 2   4    Mudville   1 1 0  0 0 0   0 0 -   2

The string of Mudville goose eggs ran from the third inning all the way to the eighth, like a taunt. The young punk pitcher kicked at the dirt in front of the rubber. The boy's gray uniform was stained with sweat. He had pitched a good game up to that point, but Casey had noticed a loss of velocity on the boy's fastball. He was definitely hitable.

Casey scanned the crowd behind the visitor's dugout. They looked nervous and unsure. If only Casey could get to the plate, perhaps he could get this crowd back into the game. He noticed an attractive blonde sitting right next to the opposing dugout. She seemed to be staring right at him.

Casey stepped over to the bat rack as Cooney settled in at the plate. Cooney took a first pitch strike, then fouled off an outside curve. Casey grabbed his bat and squeezed the handle in his strong hands. Cooney lunged at the next pitch, sending an impotent ground ball towards second base. Off balance from the awkward swing, Cooney stumbled out of the box and almost fell on his face. He was thrown out by forty feet.

Absolutely pathetic.

Casey got a good hold of his bat in both hands. His spikes clicked on the concrete floor as he walked to the back of the dugout. He looked at the lineup card.

1. Barrows  SS 2. Flynn  LF   3. Blake  3B 4. Casey  1B


And only two outs to go. Flynn and Blake were offensive liabilities, both put in for defense in the top of the ninth. And that fucker Blake booted the easy groundball that let two runs score. Casey glared at the manager, who stared glassy-eyed out onto the field, chewing tobacco like an old goat. The son-of-a- bitch didn't know what the fuck he was doing. Blake? Why'd he put Blake in? And Blake was hunched over like he was about to puke on his shoes.

The sound of bat thwacking ball spun him around, only to see the shortstop gobbling up an easy two-hopper. Barrows gave it his all, sprinting full tilt. He was fast, but not that fast - he was out by a step.

Two down.

Casey noticed the blonde again, and this time he was sure of it: she was looking right at him. Her lips were red and her eyes were bright. A sprinkling of spectators headed for the exits, but there was still a look of possibility in the blonde's eyes. He thought he saw her mouth a single word: "Casey."

But there were two outs and Flynn and Blake to get through. The dugout was deathly quiet.

Casey couldn't bare to watch while Flynn took his place in the box. Flynn was a joke at the plate, and often couldn't hit a batting practice fastball out of the infield. Instead, Casey watched the blonde.

She looked back at him and they smiled at each other. She was better looking than most groupies, that was for sure. She licked her lips in a provocative way, and Casey felt a twinge of something in his pants.

There was a sweet "tock!" sound, and Casey looked back towards the field. The center fielder was running towards left, and when the ball hit the turf, a roar rose from the crowd. Casey crowded towards the front of the dugout with the rest of the team. The center fielder threw the ball in to second. Flynn stood safely on first base, an idiotic grin on his face.

Casey's heart accelerated as he scrambled up the steps into the on-deck circle. Blake walked slowly towards the plate while the umpire and catcher watched. But no one was watching Blake. Every eye in the house was on Casey. Casey dropped the lead donut over the end of his bat. He gave it a slow, easy swing.

Blake fouled off three straight pitches, the last a tip that barely popped out of the catcher's mitt. The game's goat then took a pitch up and in that almost hit him in the head. An "Ooo" from the fans filled the stadium.

Blake swung at the next pitch and amazingly sent a rocket line- drive into right field. Ten thousand spectators leapt to their feet and when the ball bounced safely off the fence, their thunder filled the arena. Flynn had stopped halfway between first and second to watch the flight of the ball, and he barely made it to third base - the son-of-a-bitch should have scored! But Blake chugged easily into second, and now the tying run was in scoring position.

The tying run was on second, and Casey was at the bat!

Casey tapped the handle of his bat on the ground and the lead donut fell to the ground. The blonde leaned forward in her seat. "Casey, Casey, Casey, ..." her lips moved as Casey approached the plate. He wrapped his fingers around the handle of his heavy bat.

Not that Casey thought he'd get a chance to swing. Casey expected to be walked intentionally. Too bad Blake didn't hit just a single - then they'd have to pitch to him. But with first base open, there was no reason to put the game on the line pitching to one of the game's premiere hitters.

The catcher jogged out to the mound to talk to the young pitcher, and was soon joined by the coach and the entire infield. No doubt discussing the defensive strategy after Casey trotted with a free pass to first.

An electric hum filled the stadium. Casey looked at the blonde, who was only a few feet away now. She was a real beauty, wearing a short pleated skirt and a small white top that left her midriff bare. Seated in the front row, he could see her legs crossed, one over the other, her smooth, tan knees shining in the sunlight.

The visiting team conferred on the pitcher's mound, and Casey made eyes with the blonde. She smiled at him and leaned forward in her seat. Casey thought of walking over to her, striking up a conversation. He could ask if she wanted to see his bat and balls after the game. Casey chuckled to himself. That one almost always worked!

Casey stayed put and adjusted himself. The woman just smiled and fingered her lips. And very nice lips they were. Ample lips, soft lips. Her fingertips stroked back and forth underneath that pouty lower lip.

And Casey watched as she put her thumb in her mouth. Oh sweet Jesus, Casey thought. Her lips wrapped softly around the base of her thumb and she sucked it, and Casey knew exactly who he would spend the night with tonight!

The umpire broke up the conference and the gray-clad defense jogged back to their positions. The catcher crouched behind the plate, and Casey took his stance. He glanced one last time at the blonde, who sunk two fingers right into her mouth. She pumped them slowly in and out between her red lips.

The pop of the ball in leather shook Casey out of his stunned trance. "Strike one!" the umpire said.

Fuck! Casey said to himself. They're pitching to me! The stands remained eerily silent for several beats, and Casey felt a moment of panic. Did his fans notice his lack of attention? What if they turned on him? What if they forgot the legend that is Casey? "That ain't my style," said Casey, in an attempt to appease the crowd.

Like the beating of storm waves on a distant shore, a muffled roar rose from the stands. "Kill him! Kill the umpire!" someone shouted. The blonde was on her feet, her fist in the air. Her breasts wobbled wonderfully under her top, like two softballs nestled in an umpire's ball bag.

Casey grinned in relief. He still had them. He raised his hand to the crowd and the din instantly abated. He nodded to the pitcher, who just glared back. Cocky son-of-a-bitch, that boy was. It's almost like he didn't know who Casey was!

Casey waited a moment for the fans to settle back in their seats. The crowd was as tense as a batter waiting for a bases-loaded three-two pitch. If Casey could smack one out of the park, the place would explode.

The girl was in her seat, this time with her knees apart. The shadowy area between her thighs made Casey ache. Those smooth thighs. And the possibility of what was between them. She smiled at him and her lips moved, "Oh, Casey," she seemed to say.

Casey tapped the plate with his bat and looked at her again. She raised her leg up and hooked her shoe on the upper rail. Her skirt rode way up, and underneath was nothing but cunt. Sparsely- haired blond cunt with a deep pink gash.

Casey nearly dropped his bat. He looked at the woman's face long enough to see her evil grin. And then her twat again. His prick began to unfurl like an American flag in a stiff breeze.

Oh, to fuck that hot bod! Yes, Casey would show her a thing or two about baseball stars! He would slide his cock into that cooze like a base runner sliding into second. He'd pump her like a pitcher pumping his arms before throwing a high hard one. He'd fill her with jizz like the blast of a 500-foot homerun over the right field fence.

And just then, Casey remembered where he was. He heard the expectant hush of the crowd and he instantly whipped his eyes towards the mound.

But he never even saw the ball. By the time he focussed on the pitcher, the boy was already surging towards home plate, and Casey couldn't pick up the pitch's release point. He only heard the hiss of the ball and the smack of the catcher's glove.

The umpire said, "Strike two!"

A chorus of "Fraud!" rose from the stands. Angry screaming. Were they yelling at the umpire, or were they yelling at Casey?

And through it all, the hot little thing never even dropped her leg - she just kept her foot up on the rail. And her hand moved between her legs. Her fingers played over her cunt like a pitcher turning the ball over in his hand looking for a seam.

Casey had met some brazen women over his career. There was that twat he took to dinner in Columbus, the one who flashed a nipple at him during dessert. And a bunch of chicks who liked to fuck with the lights on. But Casey had never seen anything like this!

She pushed a finger right inside and eased it out all wet and glistening. Casey almost said, "Fuck this game!" But no, his fame was built around baseball. He would just slam the ball over the fence for the game-winning homerun, get his picture taken for the papers, and plow her cunt until it was time for the next game!

All he had to do was get the hit out of the way. He had to concentrate. Concentrate on hitting that ball.

Casey violently pounded his bat on the plate. He imagined pounding his cock into that pretty little pussy. Oh, how he was going to make her squeal!

The pitcher boy bent over at the waist, grinding the ball against his hip. Behind the pitcher, Blake led off second base, tentatively, like a young virgin before her first fuck. Everyone was on their feet, screaming and stomping. Everyone was on their feet except the girl. The girl. The girl sitting with both feet up, blond beaver all open and ready, her fingers slipping up and down through her ripened slit. Casey's cock was as hard as a line drive up the middle.

Casey was going to get laid, that much was for sure. But he had a game to attend to. He tore his eyes away from that amazing cunt, and the pitcher was just beginning his wind-up. Casey was going to spend a long, memorable night between the thighs of that sweet thing, and here comes the ball ...

The air was shattered by the force of Casey's blow. The mighty swing of one of baseball's biggest stars.

But Casey had no idea that boy had such a good fastball. With his big swing, Casey was behind the pitch, and his bat was barely off his shoulder by the time the ball popped harmlessly into the catcher's mitt. Far too late, Casey spun himself to the ground as the pitcher punched the air in victory.

The crowd exhaled in unison, and there was a smattering of applause as they rose as a group for the exits.

Casey stood, brushing off the dirt. Fuck! he thought. Fuck!

Well, he shrugged, there is always tomorrow.

At least there was some prime grade ass in the stands. Casey tossed his bat away and forced a humble grin. These things happen, babe. He walked towards the blonde, who was climbing over the rail to get onto the field, that little skirt barely covering her naked ass.

Casey imagined her red lips wrapped around his big bat. She was smiling like she'd just won the World Series. They got closer, and he saw her face all lit up with that groupie look, that lust for heroes that no woman can control. Casey remembered that amazing little cunt in Toledo, the one with the double-jointed hips. She'd wanted him to kiss her twat! No way was Casey going to do that! She was a great fuck, but she turned on him like a batter turning on a hanging curveball, and she left him with a big woody and no way to relieve it. Casey went oh-for-five the next game.

They got closer and her arms began to raise. Casey couldn't wait to get that hot little number wrapped up in his arms. He aped her motion, ready to feel her squirming body rubbing up against him.

But she shot right past him, missing him by a good six feet. He spun around, confused. And there she was, wrapped up in the arms of pitcher boy.

They sucked face and the lucky son-of-a-bitch got a double handful of that awesome ass. And her hand was already rubbing up and down the boy's crotch like she was roughing up a new baseball.

The pair separated just a few inches and bounced together, arm in arm, towards the visitor's dugout. They cast him a quick glance before they broke into a quiet giggle.

Casey watched, his arms limp at his sides. The girl glanced around one last time before they stepped down into the dugout. She flipped her little skirt up, giving him a final glimpse of her naked white ass. He heard a loud laugh from inside the dugout. It looked like the punk pitcher would head home to a most joyful night.

But there would be no joy in Mudville.

Casey stared up into the blue summer sky. "Fuck!" he screamed. A few straggling fans watched, shaking their heads with disappointment.

And Casey turned back towards the losing dugout.