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The Test

By: fearlessandnaked



The music was pumping and the club was steamy from the press of over 700 undulating bodies. Even though I was wearing only a matching cropped tank and front zip mini skirt with spiked boots I was glazed with a sheen of sweat. It didn't help that the outfit was all red latex, it looks and feels fabulous but doesn't breathe well...especially in a crowded club. My hair was water slicked back from the bottles being sprayed into the crowd for cooling purposes and tucked behind my ears to prevent it from whipping into the eyes of other dancers on the packed floor. I have a thing for latex... I can't keep my hands off anyone wearing it and become extremely turned on by running my fingers over a smooth piece of rubber. My body is well toned from hours in the gym every week and I have been blessed with full breasts that fill the top nicely, spilling out over the low cut, skin tight piece of material. 

My two best friends, Emily and Stacy, and I were out for what could be our last night together. Dancing, celebrating Emily's promotion and fat pay raise but along with the perks Emily would be transferring over 2,000 miles away to Buffalo and we had promised her it would be a night she would never forget.

Anyone of us alone would never fail to turn a few heads, when together we could cause car wrecks. Emily was petite and well sculpted. She looks exactly like the ballet dancer she is in a semi sheer, black camisole blouse. It was easy to see her perky breasts and small pink nipples were begging to be suckled. Stacy was the Amazon woman with flaming red hair and nails to match. Her thigh high leather heels and attitude left no doubt that she is in charge and felt powerful. We had been switching dance partners all night, not letting one man get too much attention or shunning a male partner all together to caress, stroke and kiss each other on the dance floor. We were all breathing heavily and I knew it would be time to go back to my condo soon. I had spent a good part of the afternoon preparing it for the evening and went over it mentally, room by room, to make sure I hadn't forgotten any essentials. 

Leaving them to finish a dance I broke away to get a much needed drink from the bar when my name was called by a familiar male voice. Turning with fresh drink in hand I am caught off guard when I am picked up and kissed deeply and fully by a tall, strong man. A he put me down I laughingly teased him "Where have you been? I was worried we were going to have to start without you!" He responded by bending down and wrapping me close for another kiss, I could feel the outline if his already hardening cock through his club slacks and his muscular chest and erect nipples through his thin t-shirt. Mike and I had been dating for a year and marriage had been spoken of seriously, but first I had to know if he was truly the loving and generous man I thought he was. 

Licking a bead of sweat off my neck he mock growled "I've been watching you and your friends and I may have to punish you for having so much fun without me. I think though, since it is Em's night, I'll make you wait while I fuck her first" This is exactly the kind of generosity I want him to show me tonight and I feel a gush of wetness thinking of his hard cock in my friends wet pussies. Sliding his hand up my inner thigh he easily pulls aside the thin material I am wearing as panties and thrusts two fingers deep inside me. Feeling me already begin to quiver he grabs my hair hard enough to pull my back against the bar while he finger fucks me and bites my neck and chest. When I arch my chest into his mouth and moan he takes it as his cue to kiss me goodbye and head to the dance floor to attend to my friends. Finishing my drink in two swallows I turn and follow, anticipation making me weak in the knees. 

20 minutes later we all agree we are ready to leave and gather our cloaks while Mike, ever the gentleman, calls the limousine he rented to take us home. Once inside the limo what little inhibitions we were still clinging to are lost and clothes come off or are pushed aside in a fury of motion and energy. Stacy, Emily and I are seated, fondling each others tits and locked in a three way kiss. Mike slides Emily's short skirt up over her toned ass and buries his face into her dripping wet pussy, gripping her hips hard. Emily, already hot from hours of foreplay in the club begins to ride his face, bucking her hips and pulling at his hair and shoulders. I can see by her face she is soon going to have the first orgasm of the evening and as one Stacy and I suck harder and faster on hard little nipples, goading her on. When Emily cries out and comes in a magnificent gush on Mikes's face Stacy moves in on him to lick it off while I move up to kiss Emily deeply and slide my own fingers into her hot, wet cunt, drawing a few final shudders out of her as I fold her open to slide my fingers in as deep as they will go. 

Laughing about our failure to hold off until we got home we wrap our cloaks around our almost nude bodies and make a mad rush to the front door, letting ourselves in while Mike grabs the unopened bottle of champagne and tips the driver goodnight. Knowing we would need fuel for the evening I had pre-prepared cold trays of gourmet meats, cheeses, crackers and fruits which I serve while Mike and Stacy tend to pouring champagne. The best thing about sex with friends is it is the ability to laugh and it wasn't long before we had Stacy covered in whipped cream and I was licking and eating strawberries out of her navel while Emily poured champagne over Stacy's shaven mound and down her sweet pussy lips so Mike could lap it up slowly and teasingly until it was she, the dominant one, who was begging for him to make her come. Showing mercy he finally took pity on her and sucked her clit until she was convulsing in ecstasy. The clothes had come off slowly this time and all eyes were drawn to Mike's magnificent cock, bound at the base in the cock ring I had bought him especially for this occasion. The ring couldn't contain a single drop of precum that slid down the tip of his rock hard member. My best friends showed their respect and appreciation to the man I love by kneeling below him, taking turns sucking his smooth balls and licking his beautiful, bound cock. 

Stepping out to inventory the toys I had just purchased from Red Hot Parties I had placed on the nightstand next to my Kalifornia King size bed one last time and checking the lock on the patio as a precaution, laughing as I did so. As I moved about the back rooms I would catch glimpses of them on their knees in front of him, he occasionally gripping a head to pull himself into a willing mouth deeper. Their moans and slurping carried across tile floors above the sound of the CD I had in as mood music. I knew with the cock ring on he wouldn't come too soon and they had time to enjoy themselves before Emily's final surprise of the evening. 

Moving the party back into the bedroom took little coaxing on my part as we were all ready for some real cock action. Laying Emily back unto the bed we moved unto and over her as one- licking, sucking, biting and fondling her. Mike, moving very slowly, entered her as Stacy and I gave her one final kiss before turning our attentions to each other and the assortment of Dildo's and strap ons waiting for us. 

Laying back, ready to enjoy some attention to my own so far neglected pussy I watched Stacy choose her weapon carefully. Taking her time she picked each dildo up and examined it, licking the tip before sliding just the tip into me. The anticipation is antagonizing, every time I feel a rubber head part my lips I want to arch to take more... but I know if I do she will withdraw it all together and I will be forced to lick and suck her until her feelings are appeased and she is ready, once again to let me have my turn at coming. Choosing the largest of the bunch she leans down and whispers " I'm going to make you scream" before shoving it hard and fast into my slick hole. Arching my back to take it all my hand finds Mike's ass pumping his cock slowly and deeply into Emily's tight cunt and, to my surprise, Stacy's other hand holding a small dildo which she is sliding deeper into Mikes tight asshole. Stacy is fucking us both, the thought of it sends me over the edge and I my nails rake Mike's ass cheek as I ride wave after wave of pleasure. Feeling Emily's walls constrict in orgasm Mike lifts her up and drives himself into her faster and deeper until Emily and I are screaming and coming together. Not losing momentum; he rolls and pulls her on top of him, blocking her view as the patio door opens silently.

Rick is Mike's best friend, who had moved away shortly after college, neither of my best friends know his face. As planned he has been waiting on the private patio, watching through the carefully positioned curtains until it is his turn to give Emily what she has always wanted. Emily is coming so hard at this point she doesn't even notice his weight shift the bed as he climbs up behind her. I grab Stacy's hand and drag her off the bed, pushing her face first against the settee, ordering her to stay while I snatch the dildo I have already chosen off the nightstand and strap it onto myself. Mike reaches up and pulls Emily down for a deep kiss just as Rick's hands come up behind her to fondle her breasts. The look of surprise and shock on her face is priceless. Mike leans up and whispers "This is your night Emily and we are giving you what you have always wanted but have been too afraid to do on your own. This is almost exactly the fantasy you shared with Stacy and Dawn in the sauna at the club. Don't look back at his face and enjoy it" As Mike reaches under her, finally unsnapping his cock ring, Rick slides his well oiled finger up her virgin back door, preparing her for his throbbing member. Finishing the last snap on my own strap on I kneel behind Stacy and poise to thrust in time with Rick. Wrapping my fingers through Stacy's hair I turn her head to watch the dreams of her friend come true on the bed. As one~ Mike, Rick and I thrust into our women's holes, hearing them scream in pleasure in unison. 

Feeling a little spiteful for Stacy merciless teasing of me earlier I show her no mercy; fucking her cunt harder and deeper, pulling her head back by her hair, spanking her ass pink, grinding down on the dildo cleverly hidden in the lining of my strap on, fucking myself as I fuck my best friend. Emily is pinned between two huge men, their cocks buried to the hilt, filling her as she has never been filled before. Her breathing is heavy and shallow, head tossing from side to side in complete abandon unable and unwilling to stop the orgasms that are racking her body over and over again. Harder and faster we fuck until as we started to together we come together, my own cum mixing with Stacy's and running down my thighs making my grip on her ass cheeks precarious until I slip out. As a final gesture of defiance I position the head of my own dildo at the opening of her ass and slowly slide it in, making her grunt with pleasure and pain. Laughing I say " You like what Emily got? Tease me like that again and next time it's your turn" Knowing full well that that is exactly what she wants. 

Rick slides his spent member out of Emily, leaving her lying on my mans chest and heads to the bathroom to shower and find the spare clothes I had hidden for him earlier. Stacy and I move to the bed where we can suck the man cum out of Emily and cuddle around Mike a bit before it is our turn to shower. Hearing the click of the front door we lazily head into the steamy walk in shower alcove and turn both shower heads up to high heat. Soaping Mike's strong chest I remember his promise of earlier to me " I'll make you wait while I fuck her first" does that mean I will feel his cock in me before the night is over? With a questioning look in my eye I slide my hands down his abdomen, smiling when I encircle his once again erect manhood. Leaning in he whispers "I love you and I always keep my promises" 

I wonder if Rick and Emily will fly back for the wedding? 

The Test



Hunter sat quietly for a moment waiting for Jaz to return to his side. It felt like an eternity since he held her close, heard her voice, smelled her special fragrance, felt her soft satin-like skin. He wasn't sure he had the patience for the games they had to play in order for her to be granted more freedom around the compound and ultimately away from SAG's controls all together, but he would find them.

Never having spent time at any of the compounds he has relied heavily on his friends' knowledge to get his lady safely out of here. 

He knew he needed all his mental faculties to be on prime alert to cleanly get away from SAG. But he also knew he would need superhuman strength to do right by Jaz. He hadn't been there for her during what he thought was the most stressful period she had ever experienced. Hunter wasn't sure how she was finding life above but earlier when she giggled he felt deep down the right decision had been made. That giggle did everything for him.

It had sounded so free.

Life, a long life together, was looking more and more possible for them. Just a few minor details to handle and they were free. In the meantime his priority was to ensure his lover was satisfied then he could concentrate on their final mission.

As Jaz came around the edge of the couch to face him he couldn't help but notice the clothes suited her beautifully voluptuous body perfectly. Her full breasts were free to bounce and if he wasn't mistaken her nipples were hard points thrusting against the bodice of her tiny dress. The minuscule scrap of clothe that was masquerading as her dress was so short he thought if she wore clit jewellery it would just peak out below the hem. Yes, Jaz had always exuded a unique sex appeal but right now, dressed as a pleasure doll was definitely bringing his cock to attention. 

"Hunt, a few compound helpers are coming now to arrange our eating nook and Matron Belle will be along shortly with an appointment for the courting room. In the meantime would you enjoy a short visit out onto the balcony?"

"Show me the way Jaz. We can enjoy a few moments of fresh air talking and getting to know each other."

They walked across the room to the alcove opposite the one they had been occupying. The large windows held a door opening onto a narrow balcony over looking the pool area below. It was before the noon hour and there were few residents or escorts below to relax in the sunshine.

Leaning against the solid balustrade Hunter focused on the petite woman in front of him. He reached out and clasped her hands in his and with having her eyes held lovingly by his own he silently mouthed I love you. Smiling at her quick response in kind, he figured it was time to start getting into the role of an escort and treat his lovely partner as a possible.

He took his hands and rested them on the banister on either side of his hips leaving her to control the situation.

"Kiss me Jaz."

She stood between his splayed legs and slowly stroked her hands up to clasp behind his neck. Jaz, lightly balanced on her high-heeled shod toes, had to lean against Hunter's chest in order to steady herself. With a slight readjustment brought her mound against his hard-on and a low growl from Hunter.

"Yes Hunt." She whispered hotly against his lips.

Jaz licked at the seam of his lips. Then, with her breasts pressed against his chest she thrust her fingers into his hair and brought his head down to meet hers. Holding his head firmly to hers, she nibbled briefly before pressing her lips fully against his for a heartfelt kiss.

He was hard pressed not to put her up against the wall next to the door and have his way with her. But he knew that would not satisfy his craving for Jaz - it wouldn't even come close. Although, it could be fun to give back a portion of the torment she is subjecting him to.

Deciding a little sensual revenge was called for, and to be honest he saw no reason to deny either one of them, Hunter eased one hand off the banister to rest on her hip. With a little pressure and a slight readjustment of his posture resulting in his seductive lover straddling one of his legs. Her mewling sounds of joy were music to his ears. He so loved the fact she was vocal in her pleasures.

With the need to fuck his partner riding him hard, Hunter also realised she may not know what took place in the courting room and knew this was his only opportunity to warn her of what was soon to take place - in front of an audience.

With both hands now resting on her hips Hunter took control and moved her up and down his leg, taking her mouth away from his own. She showed her displeasure at loosing his mouth by giving a slight tug to his hair. Opening her eyes to look into his he saw their situation slowly come back to her.

"Jaz, do you know what will happen in the courting room?" He asked quietly before stroking his own tongue along the edge of her ear.

"Kind of. We will have relations in the room and then it will be okay for me to go beyond the mansion with you or any of my other escorts."

She had started unbuttoning his shirt and dropping moist kisses along his chest. Her hand reached in further to gentle swirl around one of his nipples causing it to tighten before she gave a gentle tug on a tuft of hair. Her moans were an aphrodisiac for Hunter but he needed to maintain control in order to set her straight on the room's activities.

Bringing her body further up his leg so her pussy mound bumped firmly against his hard-on brought a gasp and her eyes flew to his.

"Yes, we will have relations. There will be other people in the room with us, watching us fuck. They are there to ensure you are totally submissive to my every request."

He leaned down to drop a gentle kiss on her shocked mouth and eased her down his leg to rest on her own two feet. When he reached around to her grasp an ass cheek in each of his capable hands Hunter went in for the kill.

"Honey, you will love people watching me fuck you." 

And proceeded to kiss her hard and thoroughly. His tongue thrust into her open mouth and demanded her own digit dance with his. Moving his lips down her throat and back up to her ear he set out to both heat up her libido and also soothe her nerves.

"Do you want it hard, deep and fast or slow and easy - or maybe both. Maybe I'll thrust just the tip of my cock in your hot cunt and make you beg for the rest. Or hard and deep to keep you bouncing around my prick's end and your tits shaking all around. You'll be coming hard and often. Have you ever watched a couple fuck?"

He looked up at her gasp and caught her dilated eyes. He grinned wickedly and whispered against her lips, "I think you have, and I think you got hot watching it too. Hmmm, I wonder what you saw that got you all sexed up." Hunter gave each cheek a squeeze and then gently jiggled them around bringing more moans from her lips.

Hunter reached down further and dipped a single finger into Jaz' wet pussy and she gave a series of small bumps back against his hand to bury the finger deeper. "Oooh, honey pot I like you all frisky like this. Before I fuck you I think you will suck my cock so I can see those luscious red lips all stretched around my prick."

"Yes, I think you will love having an audience but remember that I am the only person that will matter to you in there - me and this steel hard pole - just as you will be the most important person to me."

As she groaned out her pleads for more, Hunter looked up and saw the house matron was watching them. He didn't care much for the woman and her obvious play for his attentions as they had awaited Jaz' appearance. Feeling a need to show this intruder that the woman in his arms could handle him perfectly, Hunter brought his finger dripping with her love juices up to his mouth and sucked it clean. Keeping his eyes on Jaz' he praised her before the other woman. "A beautiful vintage of female come. I am looking forward to a more up close taste before dipping my cock into the source. Meanwhile honey we have company."

With a gasp Jaz looked over her shoulder and caught the compound matron's eyes. Knowing she was supposed to act as a hostess she turned around fully to face the woman, leaning back against Hunter. He couldn't resist resting his head on the top of hers and reaching around to play with her nipples, further tormenting the woman before them.

"Greetings Matron Belle."

"Major Sayer, the courting room is available for you and Jaz. Would you like this space of time or one later this evening?"

"We will take this time slot. Come Jaz."

As they walked back inside and into the courting room, Hunter thought it was for the best that his love had no room to dwell on what may or may not happen once they entered the room. He knew his partner well, and knew this was a new experience for her that she may or may not enjoy it. He saw that it was for him to ensure the former took place.

* * * * * Jaz had had no firm details of what was to happen in the room, she now knew to follow Hunter's lead. At least that was something she could hold onto.

The room they entered felt large both in height and width, no windows and in the dim to non-existent light seemed round. Walls were black and the only lighting was a bright spotlight. The light and main focus of the room was centred on a large platform with a half dozen steps leading up to a black covered bed. The room's seating was set all around the edge allowing the platform to rest eye level to a seated audience.

There was no way for either Hunter or Jaz to know how many people were in the room, but once they entered muted voices fell away.

"To the platform if you will Jaz."

With a quick squeeze on her hand from Hunter for reassurance, Jaz tentatively made her way in the dark up onto the platform. She stood for a few moments waiting for someone to tell her what to do next when it dawned on her that she was to seduce and please her escort. Knowing the man she was trying to entice across this divide made the moment slightly easier. With her focus on Hunter, she took a deep breath she started her seduction with a sultry stripping of her minimal clothes.

Eyes fixed to the spot she thought he was, Jaz put a soft smile on her face and slowly smoothed her hands up her body. Stroking her gently rounded belly with one hand while the other fluttered as if by accident the skimpy skirt for a brief glimpse of pussy. Both hands then stroked up to heft the weight of each breast, pausing to circle then tweak the nipples into distraction.

As if the loss of a hand playing with her breasts was too much, only one made the trip up and around her neck to untie the strands that were holding the dress up. It didn't fall instantly to the floor but was held by her arm that stretched across one breast to hold the other and was playing with the nipple through the fabric.

The hand that untied the dress at the neck stroked across her neckline and then moved up to her mouth. Popping her first finger deeply into her mouth only to move it slowly in and out a few times before moving it down to circle a slowly revealed nipple before pinching the firmly pointed tip.

Jaz knew she had Hunter's attention and that was all that mattered. She lowered her arm with the bodice trapped beneath it and dragged them both down to rest at her waist and revealing her large breasts swaying slightly from the movement.

With a slight shimmy of her chest to send the two delights moving again Jaz quickly let go of the dress and again cupped a breast in each hand with such speed it was as if they desperately needed direct attention. Pinching and tugging on each nipple was turning her on and felt the need to lock her knees further to ease the pulsing in her pussy.

Head thrown back in delight Jaz ignored the idea of being on display to all in the room and focused on seducing Hunter's senses and preparing her body for their pleasure.

Close to needing to reach down to pluck out and play with her clit brought Jaz' mind back into focus and knew what her next move would be - something that would bring Hunter to his knees in a heartbeat.

Keeping her high-heeled encased feet locked closely together, Jaz slowly twirled so her legs ended tightly together, locked at ankle knee and thigh, and crossed slightly above the knees. With hands resting on her soft round ass which was now facing Hunter, she slowly bent over at the waist all the while running her hands down the back of each leg along the locked seam. Slightly pausing then reached further as if ready to take off a shoe when a bark resonated from the behind her.

"No!"

She knew the view he had of her moist pink pussy peeking out from between tightly locked legs, up through the dark seam between her derrière and a small portion of her spine.

"Look at the spectacular honey pot. Are you dripping yet?"

Hearing his voice move closer to her, Hunter continued to arouse her with his words.

"Let me see. Brace your hands on the edge of the bed and spread your legs. Wider, I want to see all my little honey pots glories."

Her arms now braced on the bed and legs spread wider than her shoulder width brought her breasts down to dangle from her chest. They would disappear from his sight if she tilted her pelvis to thrust her pussy out further for his enjoyment but didn't move position. She did rock softly to keep them moving hoping to draw her lover's attention to them.

Not having been looking between her legs Jaz was startled when she felt a finger dance around clit before giving it a tug. She looked between her legs and there was Hunter, standing on the floor below the platform. Seeing desire marked clearly on his face she slightly changed so just her hands held the edge of the bed and back up to give him a better view.

"Honey your pussy is a wonderful sight to see. Let me -"

He thrust his first finger in quick and deep, flicking his thumb back and forth over her nub, a few times before she moaned. Dragging the finger out he brought it to his mouth and sucked her love juices off before grinning up at her.

"Oh yes you are wet and ready for fucking aren't you?"

"Yes Major," she whispered between her legs to him.

With a quick sharp slap to her ass Hunter made his way up the stairs. She didn't move but couldn't hold back a moan. When he stood beside her he reached down and stroked a cheek before reaching down to stroke her damp thighs.

"Undress me Jaz."

For the first time since their reuniting, Jaz noticed what Hunter was wearing. It was basic and she had seen other men around the compound wearing the same thing. White button up dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up and dark cuffed trousers with laced shoes not boots.

She went down to her knees to untie his shoes and slipped them and his socks off and set them neatly behind her. Not being able to help herself she bent down and kissed the tops of each of his feet, enjoying being able to be with him after the stress filled time apart. Jaz stood back up and unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it over his shoulders, placing her body up against his to reach around his broad chest and pulled the sleeves to keep the shirt in her hands.

Her new shoes raised Jaz' height and she took advantage to drop a soft kiss on each of his collarbone before moving to the hollow at the base of his neck and dancing the tip of her tongue inside. Hearing his sharply drawn breath while she loosely folded his shirt and turned around to drop it on top of his shoes behind her.

Expecting the sharp slap and receiving one are two different things. Jaz could not hold back her moan knowing it was coming. Rising back up and turning to face Hunter, with a smile on her face she met his eyes as she reached for and unbuckled, unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers. As she moved her arms around his waist she reached into the trousers and grasped his muscular ass. She looked up and grinned at him as she felt he had no undergarments. Didn't matter it was all coming down until he was as naked as she, fair is fair. 

Following the trousers down until she was on her knees brought Jaz face to face with Hunter's prick. It was rock hard and bouncing before her eyes, it was the pre-come smeared over the tip that had her merely dropping the pants on the bed rather than folded behind her. She noticed it followed her, like a heat-seeking missile aiming for her mouth, and breathed hotly on it again.

Jaz knew this was what he had mentioned earlier, wanting to see her mouth stretched and sliding over his cock. She was not going to disappoint him or herself and reached out to grasp the root of his rod and held it steady for her oral attentions.

She rose up on her knees so his cock was thrust straight out from his body giving him the best view of her blowjob. Jaz placed his whole length inside her mouth and sucked it down in one motion. She proceeded to move on and off his pole in a brisk pace - enjoying every moment of having Hunter back before her. 

In the back of her mind was that others in the room would be able to see as well because they were now behind the bed to some of the spectators. A finger tracked up from his ankle along his inner knee and thigh before it reached to play with his ball sack when she heard some of the other noises in the room. There were light moans and sounds not worth dissecting as the man before her and his passions held her attention.

Hunter had taken both thumbs and forefingers and grasped the erect tips of her nipples and pinched them. Tugged them lightly, then some more until she looked up at him with his cock in her mouth and whispered, "Stay with me, watch me - feel me fuck you." 

She groaned around her mouthful of his cock and felt him take control of the blowjob when he tangled his fingers within her hair and clasped her head. He slowed it right down and they both groaned each feeling more for having slowed it down and brought the mind back into the process and just the two of them.

"That's it Honey Pot. Suck my meat and I'll treat you with jets of my seed for you to feast on."

Jaz felt his balls tighten and his prick throb and knew it was ready to blow and decided to surprise him. With her hand at the root she started stroking in unison with her mouth so he would feel his whole rod was being swallowed when she felt his orgasm start.

Pulling her mouth off his prick so his come would shoot like a hose into her mouth for her to swallow, she continued to milk him.

"Drink it Honey, drink it all down."

His hands were buried in her hair, tilting her head back with his cock wet from her and pointing menacingly at her open mouth.

"Beautiful, you are a beautiful sight to behold Honey Pot. Now that the edge has been taken off lets see about a fuck for the masses." He used her arms to raise Jaz from her knees, with the last statement being whispered against her mouth before he set to kiss her senseless.

Feeling Hunter use his feet to spread her legs wider brought her arms up around his neck, burrowing her fingers into his thick hair. With his tongue marking it's territory in her mouth she felt one of his hands stroke across her hip, over an ass cheek and down her seam to tease her lower lips and back up again.

"Jaz, offer me your tits for my pleasure."

An arm braced across her lower back and she bent backward at his urgings. To keep her balance with the heels she brought one leg up and wrapped it around his hip, Hunter brought his other hand down to urge her hip to rock back and forth against his recuperating rod.

Hunter proceeded to first take the rough of his tongue and lick her nipple in long swipes, and then worked the other nipple over. She was close to loosing it when he sucked in her whole nipple but when he took his back teeth and gnawed on her aching tips she lost it. Steadily rocking her hips against his hard cock Jaz started begging. 




The Test



[Tuesday, September 6, 2005]

I looked over at my girlfriend, Nancy, and smiled at her. "This has been a wonderful date," I told her. "You chose a really nice restaurant, but one that's not so fancy they forget about the food." 

"I'm glad you like it, Jeff," she said. "It's always been one of my favorite places. But when do we get to do more on dates than go places and kiss and touch?"

"Patience, girl," I said. "Your 18th birthday is this Friday. After that you'll be legal and we can do more, if you want to. Until then, it's a crime for me to farther. But be sure you know what you're doing. Just because you'll be legal doesn't necessarily mean it's wise." 

"I know," she said. "But we've been going out for 3 years now, and I'm a teenager with hormones. Girls have them too, you know, not just guys." 

"I know that," I said. "But if you plan on going that far, I need to consult your mom and make sure she's cool with it BEFORE we take action." 

"You sure are old-fashioned," she replied in a mock growl. "boys aren't supposed to think about how a girl's parents will react!" 

I knew she was kidding. Her mom, Cindy, was a single parent, and Nancy was her only child. Besides, I had a really good relationship with Cindy before Nancy and I started dating, and wanted to make sure I didn't mess with it.

I returned with my girlfriend to her house at 9:30 p.m. sharp, just like I'd told Cindy. "Come in, Jeff," she said. "Did you two have a good time?" 

She knew the answer, of course: Nancy and I had been best friends before we became boyfriend/girlfriend. We always enjoyed each other's company. I also enjoyed Cindy's company: she was a wonderful person with a fascinating life story.

She was in her early-to-mid 40's, slim, muscular, and incredibly intelligent. He had medium-length brown hair (Nancy's was the same color, just longer), deep brown eyes, and always had a smile on her face. Her happy personality was the only thing that had kept her sane.

Cindy was one of the best BSL-4 virologists in the world. This meant that she took her life in her hands every time she went to work. She had studied and worked with legends such as Karl Johnson, Jim LeDuc, and Tom Ksiasek, and had learned everything about the practical side 10 years before investigating the Ebola re-emergence in Africa. A year ago, she had semi-retired from CDC, but was still available if her skills were necessary.

As if that wasn't enough, she also had raised Nancy almost single-handedly. When her daughter was just 2 years old, Cindy's good-for-nothing (her words) husband had split for parts unknown with a woman Cindy had thought of as her best friend. He took with him $150,000 that had been in their joint checking account and her new car. Rumor had it that the two traitors had been killed in a speedboat accident a few years later, but Cindy, throwing herself into her work, hadn't really cared one way or the other. She hadn't dated since then – had sworn off men for a long while. I was her next-door neighbor growing up, and since I was 2 years older than Nancy, I acted as friend/babysitter for a while. As Nancy grew up, the friendship evolved and strengthened, and over time we just naturally became boyfriend and girlfriend. I spent many hours at Cindy's house and liked her for her devotion to her work and her ability to care for her daughter despite long hours in the office and sometimes weeks in the field.

"Of course we did," I said. 

We sat down and spent until 10:30 chatting pleasantly, until it was time for Nancy to go to bed. As a senior in high school, she needed to be rested for classes the next day. I, too, had to leave, as I had classes at the local university. I had decided to follow Cindy into virology, which meant a lot of difficult subjects. But before I left, I informed Cindy that I needed to speak with her in private on Thursday.

[Thursday, September 8, 2005]

"What did you want to speak to me about?" Cindy asked. 

She was sitting in my living room, positioned so she could see through the window into her den and make sure Nancy was doing her homework. "Your daughter has expressed the opinion to me," I said, "that she would like to start having sex with me on our future dates, now that she'll be legal. I wanted you to know, so that if we do so it'll have your blessing." 

"Come over tomorrow," Cindy said firmly, "and we'll discuss it. She'll be out partying with her girlfriends at a show, you know." 

"I know," I said. "So you'll need 24 hours to process things?" 

"I never make a significant decision without thinking about it first," she informed me, "and I want to take my time." 

That sounded fair to me, so I made arrangements to be at her place at 7:00 the next evening.

[Friday, September 9, 2005]

I arrived at 7:00, to see Cindy in a sundress and a serving platter in her hand. "Come in," she told me. "We'll talk over dinner." 

I was starving, so I agreed to this without dissent. As we settled in front of 2 plates full of food, Cindy looked at me in a long, appraising way.

"I appreciate greatly the fact that you want to consider my feelings in this matter," she began. "I know Nancy is now of legal age. I know she's been dying to have sex, because she's a teenager with raging hormones, and I'm sure you feel the same way. Most people in your position wouldn't have talked to me about it at all, let alone ask for permission. First off, understand that if you do, it has to be consensual. If you ever force yourself on her, just remember that I still have access to the BSL-4 labs. Secondly, you will treat her with respect. If she willingly gives you pleasure, that's fine, but I expect you to reciprocate. You will not be afraid to give as well as take. Thirdly, if I find out you got her pregnant, you will wish you were dead. Always use protection. And there's one more thing, too… but let's finish our dinners."

After a terrific dinner, I helped her clean up the kitchen and loaded the dishwasher. "My, you're domestic," she said half-jokingly. "Just like a good son, to help out his wife's mother." 

I laughed, because I knew Nancy and I weren't going to think about such a step as marriage for a while yet. I liked her a lot and thought that I would end up married to her eventually, but knew there was no rush.

We finished in the kitchen and walked back out to the living room. "By the way," I asked, "what was the other thing you wanted to mention vis-à-vis Nancy and I having sex?" 

"Oh, yeah," she said. "Come sit down here and we'll discuss it."

I sat next to her on the couch. She leaned her body in close to mine. "How good a kisser are you?" she asked. 

I was beginning to get uncomfortable with the direction the evening was progressing in, but I decided to play it straight. "I honestly don't know," I said. 

She reached for me and planted her mouth against mine. I tried to pull away.

Her quickness and strength surprised me. Before I knew what was happening, she had grabbed me and pinned me down to the couch. When she kissed me – hard – on the lips (again), I felt my body respond. She was certainly a good kisser. When she finally let me up for air, she said, "OK, that's a good start."

I was still stunned by what had happened. Standing up and slipping out of her sundress, Cindy announced, "time for test #2." She removed her bra, exposing a still-firm pair of breasts. 

"What the –" I began, but she cut me off. 

"Sit down and shut up," she told me commandingly. "Do you want to have sex with my daughter or not?"

"Uh, yes," I replied shakily. 

"Then be a good boy and follow my instructions. I'm not about to let just anyone do Nancy. You have to prove to me that you can handle it," she replied. "Now suck on these, and make sure you do it right."

I meekly obeyed, sliding my tongue out and circling her nipple while I rolled and pinched the other nipple gently. "Oh yes, that feels so good," Cindy said. "Don't stop… mmmmmm…"

She had pulled off my T-shirt by this time and was running her hands over my chest. "You're in good shape", she said. She lowered herself down to the couch and started kissing my upper body. I felt a need to loosen my jeans as my cock strained to break free.

Sliding her hands lower, she reached under my waistband. "What have we here?" she said, feeling the bulge in my underwear. "I think this needs attention." She unbuttoned the jeans pulled them off of me, leaving my briefs on. She then began kissing my hard dick through the thin material. It felt incredibly erotic, and the tip of my rod began to poke out the top of my undies. 

"Am I heating you up?" Cindy asked. She pulled off my underwear, exposing my throbbing erection. She started running her tongue up and down the shaft, slowly, while she gently massaged my balls. Then she slid her tongue down further, licking my swollen, tight nuts. I didn't think I could get any hotter, but I did. 

Removing her panties, Cindy asked me to return the favor. We got into a 69 position and I licked at her slit, seeking out her sensitive clit. She responded with a moan and clamped her lean, muscular legs around me. Flicking my tongue, I induced a massive climax from her. I licked up as much of her love juice as I could get, while she sucked me deep into her mouth.

She got off me and lay me down on the carpeted floor. Lowering herself onto me, she said, "now remember, be slow and gentle unless you're told otherwise." I began to thrust into her from below, while she rode my cock. Her internal muscles were squeezing delightfully around me, and I began to approach a climax. Sensing this, she got off me and began to suck vigorously. I emptied stream after stream of hot cum down her throat. 

We lay there, spent, and she told me, "You pass. You can have sex with Nancy anytime, remembering the admonitions earlier." We both must have fallen asleep on the floor.

[Saturday, September 10, 2005]

It was the early morning and I was sleeping when I heard Nancy scream, "MOM!!!!!" 

Cindy and I shook ourselves awake to find an extremely angry 18-year-old staring at us. "What in the HELL is going on here?!" Nancy growled. 

I realized that both Cindy and I were naked, and that we'd better fess up. But Cindy beat me to the punch, explaining what had happened and concluding with, "he's so wonderful in more ways than just sex, I can't let him go entirely. I think we should share him." 

To my surprise, Nancy agreed to this. That same day, I was installed as a permanent resident in their house. I still reside there with two awesome women.



The Test



They were going to have him tonight and he didn't have a clue. The poor man wouldn't know what had hit him. 

Emma, Jen and Suzie shared a flat and were the best of friends, they shared everything. I mean everything! Not only the odd pair of boots and lipstick, but even boyfriends had been shared before now, although the boyfriends had no idea their girlfriend knew. It was a test they had. If he didn't own up to sleeping with one of the other girls to his girlfriend then she would dump him for cheating on him. If he did own up then, depending how good he was, she'd keep him around for a while, put him on a guilt trip and make him pay for his cheating with expensive gifts, meals, etc and then once she'd got bored of him he'd get dumped. 

Tonight was going to be different. Suzie had been going out with Tony for about 7 weeks and it seemed to be going well, in fact as far as Emma and Jen were concerned it was going a bit too well. Suzie constantly talked about how good he was in bed, the size of his cock and how he could make her cum over and over again. There was no sign of the 'test' being mentioned and both Emma and Jen were eager to bed Tony and see if Suzie had just been bragging. 

Suzie had been on a course in Leeds that day and had phoned to ask Emma to apologise to Tony because she wouldn't be home in time to go out with him as arranged and she'd be home on the last train. 

Tony arrived at 7.15pm looking hot, as usual. Emma answered the door wearing just a towel, saying she had just got out of the shower. She'd been in the towel for the last half an hour waiting for him. She told Tony to make himself comfortable as Suzie wasn't home yet and asked him if he wanted anything. He looked Emma up and down with a seductive smile and just shook his head and sat down in a chair, his eyes never leaving her. Even though he was happy with the way things were going with Suzie it didn't stop him from looking and with Emma wearing only a short white fluffy towel he couldn't help but look. Emma was Amazonian in stature, 5'8" with a hard firm body and legs you could only imagine would squeeze every breath out of you if she wrapped them around your waist. 

He expected Emma to disappear into the bedroom to get dressed but instead she poured herself a drink and sat down on the sofa opposite him, the towel barely covering her but she didn't seem to care and Tony wasn't going to complain. A moment later Jen appeared wearing the same outfit as Emma, a short white fluffy towel, her shoulders slightly damp, as she had just gotten out of the shower. As she walked towards Emma, her back to Tony she winked as she tried to conceal the grin on her face. She told Emma she'd just heard Emma's mobile bleep and there was a message. Of course there was no message but as Emma supposedly went to check it Jen offered Tony a drink and poured him a very large whisky. She walked over to the coffee table in front of him, turned and bent down to place his glass there. As she bent over, her back to him, there, less than six inches from his hand resting on the chair arm, was the soft pink flesh of her shaved pussy. He couldn't believe his eyes. He felt his cock stiffen immediately. He wasn't sure if she'd done it on purpose or if she just hadn't realised how short the towel was. As she walked back to the sofa and sat down Emma came out of the bedroom, walked across to the sofa and sat next to Jen saying Suzie sends her apologies as she won't be home until the last train. What should he do now? He couldn't stand up, his cock would be so obvious, plus Jen had just poured him a large whisky, it would be rude not to drink it. Oh well he'd have a to stay a while and finish his drink. 

As Tony was contemplating the situation Emma and Jen shifted slightly closer to each other and in doing so they both parted their legs just enough for Tony glimpse the sensual lips of their hot tight pussies. That made his cock so hard he could feel every inch of it throb. He moved his eyes to meet Emma's, then Jen's. They both grinned back with a wicked look. He knew that was no accident. He was unsure of what to do next when Emma and Jen turned to each other and started to kiss, softly and gently, tongue flicking tongue. He had never watched any live girl-on-girl action and although he was desperate to take hold of one of them fuck her hard he decided to sit back and enjoy the show. 

As the girls kissed they also released each others towels, letting them slowly fall open around their waists revealing Emma's full, 38DD, firm breasts, and Jen's 36C softer pert ones, nipples erect and just begging to be bitten and sucked. Emma moved her head down and took one of Jen's nipples in her mouth, flicking it with her tongue and gently nibbling it with her teeth, then biting harder and harder until Jen gasped with the pleasure of the pain. As Emma toyed with Jen's nipples, Jen licked two of her fingers to make them nice and wet and slid them down between Emma's legs, feeling the hot and already damp flesh of her pussy. She began to rub Emma's clit, gently and slowly, then slipped her fingers deep into her tight hole, working them slowly and Emma's started to thrust against them. Tony now had his trousers undone and his rock hard cock was in his hand slowly being pumped. 

Jen pushed Emma away from her tits and made her lay back on the sofa with one leg high on the back of the sofa whilst the other rested on the coffee table, her pussy exposed and glistening with moist juices. Jen, kneeling between her parted legs, leaned over her and started slowly at her neck, kissing and licking, sucking on Emma's nipples, squeezing them hard between finger and thumb, moving down one side, over her hip bone and back to the centre until her tongue was flicking the tip of her clit, her mouth enclosing it, sucking gently on it as Emma let out a slow long moan of pleasure. 

This was too much for Tony. He got up and walked to the end of the sofa where Jen had her arse in the air. He slipped two fingers deep into her pussy; she was so wet he slipped another in, pushing hard and fast but only for a few seconds, she was ready for him, he didn't need to work on her. He stood behind her and guided his cock into her, slowly at first, but the slight of Jen's face buried deep in Emma's pussy was too much. He was soon pounding Jen, holding her hips as he fucked her, faster and faster, harder and harder with every thrust. Emma was gasping with pleasure as Jen sucked on her clit while inserting three fingers deep into her, pushing harder with the same rhythm Tony had set. 

Tony could feel himself close to cuming so he pulled out of Jen and walked to the other end of the sofa. As he leaned over Emma's face she reached for his cock and slowly guided him into her mouth. She could taste Jen on him as she eagerly took him deep into her mouth, snaking her tongue around his shaft, tightening her lips as he slowly withdrew. She reached up with one hand taking hold of his balls and squeezing gently as he felt her slide her lips down the full length of his cock. As he stood there, eyes closed, slowly rocking back and forth fucking Emma's mouth he felt nails firmly raking over his chest followed by a tongue. He opened his eyes to see that Jen was now straddling Emma's waist and was leaning forward running her tongue down his stomach and towards Emma's mouth. Both girls were now eagerly licking and sucking his cock, moving between his balls and the head of his shaft, tongues entwining around him. He couldn't take it any longer. Without warning both girls were suddenly licking Tony's cum from their lips, from each other's lips and from Tony's cock. Tony shuddered with every flick of their tongues, having to hold on to the sofa to stop his knees from buckling. 

The girls sat him on the sofa and once he showed signs of recovery they dragged him off to the bedroom. 

After three more hours of sensual, sticky fucking, licking and cuming the front door opened. Nobody heard it; they were too engrossed in each other. 

In walked Suzie.



The Test



I don't know how I get myself in these situations? My name is Annie and I really thought I would like to be dominated. You know, you've probably seen those websites and even talked to those really cool guys who say they're doms/masters, half of which, in reality still live with their mothers and wouldn't know a vagina if it spit at them. Believe me, my vagina was in need of some spitting. So, I had been chatting with this really cool guy named Jake ... I know what you're thinking ... she's an idiot. In any case, this guy seemed to be able to see inside my soul and in my panties too! I told him every fantasy I had, from having a guy cum on my salad and making me eat it, to letting him pee in my mouth. Yes, some girls do get turned on from being a human toilet. I really wanted to be some guy's slave, to be used and abused in whatever way he wanted and Jake was the guy I wanted. 

I finally agreed to meet him, after chatting with him for about a week we set up a meeting place, a local coffee shop. I promised to not wear a bra, which was a problem for me since I am so top heavy, but his wish was my command. Additionally, I was told that I would be expected to go to the bathroom shortly after our meeting and take off my panties and hand them to him when I returned to the table. I was very willing to do whatever Jake wanted and I must have cum like five times last night just thinking of meeting him. 

I arrived about five minutes early and waited at the table closest to the door so that I wouldn't miss him and so he could find me easily. Coming through the door I got my first NON-INTERNET look at my soon-to-be master and he was everything I could ever want. No he was not drop dead gorgeous, no he did not have all his hair and he was a little fat, but that was fine with me. I knew from talking to Jake that there was a slight age difference between us. I'm 25 and Jake's 51 and absolutely perfect! He was wearing tight black jeans and a leather jacket over white t-shirt and his motorcycle helmet was tucked under one arm and there was a blue and red bandana tied around the half top of his grey hair and I just wanted to drop to my knees and suck him right then and there. As his 6 ft 1 form bent over me and gave me that sexy smile I tried to stand but could only stare at him opened mouth and I swear my pussy got wet just from looking at him. He was pure sex, pure male and so naughty I wanted to run screaming!

I thanked him for meeting with me. He told me not to speak unless instructed to. I loved his voice. I could have listened to him all night. He told me to go to the counter and get him a coffee, black. So I got up immediately. When I got back I went to sit in my seat, but Jake grabbed my arm and said he hadn't told me I could sit yet. I couldn't breathe, I could only pant, "yes sir." Standing beside his chair, he tasted his coffee and after a few minutes told me I could not sit down. He asked me if I had brought my car and I said "yes sir, I did." He then told me to go into the bathroom and play with my cunt through my panties until I had cum and then come out and hand him the panties. Then he asked if I understood and I said, "yes master". Then he told me to go. I walked to the ladies room and there was one other lady in the stall across from me. I tried to be as quiet as possible, as I rubbed myself and felt the juices flowing. I thought of all the things he would do to me, of his big cock sliding into my tiny hole, of him making me beg, of him spanking and making me his whore. I wanted it so bad. I came and bit my lip until I felt blood. I then eased the panties off my legs. I felt the cum inside and really wanted to wipe myself and wash my hands, but he hadn't said to do that, so I didn't. I folded the wet panties in my hand and walked back out to the table and handed my new master my juicy panties. Taking the underwear he stuffed them in the pocket of his jacket. He asked me if I was ready for him ... I was more than ready! I was in heat! He told to go out to my car and wait for him. He wanted to finish his coffee. I left the coffee shop and sat in my car. After about twenty minutes I finally saw him coming towards my car. Jerking his thumb he told to me sit in the passenger's side, he was driving. I slide over immediately. Getting in the car he told me to lift my skirt so he could see my pussy. Starting the car and driving out of the parking lot Jake began to explain my role. 

"From this moment on slut, you will do everything I say. You will not cry unless I say you can cry, you will not breathe unless I wish it, you will not cum until I tell you to cum and if you ever fucking disobey me I will beat you until you pass out! Do you understand slut?" Nodding my head, I answered "yes master, I understand."

"Now slut, you're only name is slut, you will answer to no other. You will belong to me. Your pussy is mine, your ass is mine, your tits are my fucking tits and I can do with them whatever I want. I can keep them or I can give them away! Do you understand slut?"

"Yes sirrr, I understand." My pussy was gushing and I just wanted to rub myself against the firm bulge I could see in his pants!

Turning into the parking lot of a large building, Jake stopped the car and told me to cover my sloppy cunt. He got out and then came over to my side of the car. He told me to follow him. I walked with him into the strange building. When we got onto the elevator, he turned to me and taking the panties out of his pocket he grabbed my head and stuffed the panties in my mouth. With his hand like a vice around my arm he hauled me down the deserted hallway to what I assumed was his apartment. 

Stopping in front of the door, Jake knocked on the door and the door was opened by a very big black guy. He was least four inches taller than Jake. The black guy smiled and Jake pulled me into the apartment. When I pulled the panties out of my mouth and asked what the hell was going on, Jake hit me and told me to shut the fuck up! My training had started! 

The black guy and Jake began ripping my clothes off roughly and I could feel my lips bleeding from where Jake had slapped me. The black guy behind me was roughly feeling me up, pushing his big fingers into my cunt! I was freaking and trying to get them to stop, but they wouldn't listen! Jake was laughing and shoving me to my knees and I noticed then that there was other people in the room. Lots of men, laughing and telling me to suck it! suck it! be a good slut! With Jake's cock down my throat, I felt the biggest prick against the hole in my ass!

"Hey man, how about we see how wide this ass of her's opens?" The black guy forcefully shoved his huge dick up my ass and the burning, the pain was unimaginable. Crying, with Jake's big cock down my throat, almost gagging me and the other fucker's meat up my ass felt like they were killing me. Then I felt hands on my tits, I don't know if they were Jake's or someone elses. The black guy's pumping himself hard into me and I feel Jake cumming, hands on my throat almost choaking me and I'm praying for death. The blinding pain was terrible and I must have passed out because the next thing I knew I woke up tied to a big bed while about five guys stood around rubbing their cocks and waiting their turn. Looking down I realized there was already another guy between my legs and I felt someone's cock hit my cheek. I had seconds to breathe before another cock was forced down my throat. At this point I couldn't feel anything between my legs but pain. I couldn't see Jake in the sneering, laughing crowd of men and I was crying even as men bent down to lick and suck my nipples. When the guy between my legs was finished, another took his place. I lost count and couldn't feel my legs and lots consciousness several times. 

The last time I woke, I realized the room was quiet and the black guy was sprawled on top of me asleep. His large cock finally limp and well used. Feeling numb and in shock, I finally saw Jake saunter into the room eating a banana and sitting beside me he pushed back my cum filled hair and kissed my lips. Smiling, he looked at me and said, "You passed the test slut.... you lived."

What have I gotten myself into?



The Test



Sometimes fantasies do come true. Exs can become great friends! This story describes a first time for a couple of things, intercourse being the main one, and the discovery of a mother and daughter's beginnings of physical love as well. If reading about incest bothers you, even though this just describes a beginning, then you should choose another story. If not, enjoy!

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Bill stirred as the first glow of the morning sun crept into his room. Through the open window came the cheerful sounds of early birds feasting on their morning meal. He instinctively reached for the seven inches of morning wood, unconsciously stroking the warm meat between his legs. He gave it a squeeze and rolled over, deciding to sleep for just a little while longer on this warm summer Saturday.

Drifting off to that half sleep, half awake state where his imagination worked its way into his dreams, he began to half imagine, half remember his most recent sexual encounter.

It was only a few weeks ago, summer was pushing spring out of the way, temperatures remained steadily in the 80's in his Carolina town, and Bill was busy working his way through life. His wife had left him less than a year ago, and he was just about settled in to his new digs. 

Answering the phone that day was the beginning of an adventure that he would remember for a lifetime. The call was from his ex-wife's sister, Lucy. He was surprised to hear from her as they hadn't spoken to each other at all since the divorce. Figuring that she must want something he was a little skeptical, until he heard her request.

"Bill, Holly is going to start college in September, very near to where you live. I was wondering if she could stay with you while she checks out the campus and living quarters there."

Holly was her 18 year old daughter. He hadn't seen her in a few years, although they had had a fairly close relationship. Bill was more than twice her age, but he couldn't help but get a little stir whenever he saw his pretty little niece. He was very careful though, making sure hugs were given in the company of others and being sure not to touch her anywhere near 'those' places. He had heard of people being put in prison for a long time for less, and had no desire to be among them.

"I'd be delighted to help out Lucy, it's been a long time since I've seen her. Will you be driving her here? It'd be great to see you too."

"No, I wish I could, but you know how it is. Work always gets in the way of pleasure."

Bill wondered if there was a little bit of a hint in her reply. He wouldn't mind having a taste of her, it would be like boinking a younger version of his ex.

"Well, that's too bad Lucy. I'd love to have the pleasure of your company too. When will Holly be coming?" Bill answered, wondering if maybe she caught his drift too.

The two worked out the details; Holly would be arriving by bus in about two weeks. Bill didn't give it much thought other than cleaning up his house some just before she arrived. Two days before she was supposed to arrive, he got another phone call. It was Lucy again.

"I've had a change in my work schedule, and it seems that I'm going to be able to drive Holly down there after all. Can you put up with two ladies instead on one?"

Bill was taken aback for a second, but gulped back his stammer with a very smooth "Why sure, I can make room for you both. It'll be my pleasure to see you as well." He had made his reply sound casual, but was really very excited that Lucy was coming too. His attraction to this lovely widow was still very much alive, but he didn't want to sound too enthusiastic, trying to 'play it cool'. He often wondered why she had never remarried, figuring that no one could replace her late husband.

The two women showed up at the scheduled time, and Bill was pleasantly surprised to see them. Holly had grown into a very sexy looking young lady.

He remembered a time a few years back, when she was about thirteen. Sort of a tomboy, although she didn't dress and act like a boy. She could play sports with the best, but maintained her femininity all the time. The two of them were tossing a football around, and then started playing a little 'one on one'. Holly grabbed the ball and juked left, then right and tried to scoot past him, but he caught her and they both tumbled to the ground. He had a playful grip on her as he rolled her over, but something told him that she wasn't just being playful any more. He quickly rolled away and let her up just as Lucy came out and called them in for supper.

"Are you two done grappling on the lawn?" she asked with a smile. "It's time to eat."

They both came in and washed up for supper, Holly sat on the side of the table next to Bill, with his wife on the other side. It seemed to him that she was sitting closer than necessary, and he started to fidget. 

"Holly, give your Uncle Bill some space, will ya?" Lucy admonished.

"He's not really my uncle ya know Mom. If Aunt Peg and he weren't married I think I'd seduce him."

"Shame on you young lady, he's more than twice your age!" Lucy said with a grin. She was sure that her daughter was joking, and nothing more was said about it. Holly continued to 'invade his space' though, but neither adult women seemed to notice. He let it go as a case of infatuation and pretty much ignored it.

Now this young girl stood before him, transformed into a beautiful young lady.

"Well well, Holly, you sure turned into a beautiful woman!" he complimented.

Holly blushed a little and thanked him for the kind words. She was about 5'6" with shoulder length golden blonde hair, in contrast to her mothers dark locks. He wondered if her hair color came out of a bottle, but if it did it surely looked natural. He unconsciously gauged her bra size at 35c, but she somehow looked as if she was going to grow some more in that department. That youthful look was still there. "After all," Bill thought. "she's still a teenager." Her full lips were coated with a light pink shade, but she applied nothing else to her flawless skin. She didn't need to, much like her mother.

Lucy was more beautiful than he remembered. It had been over a year since he'd seen her, and somehow she looked different, more sultry. His hopes grew, thinking that she had made herself up to look sexy for him. He was getting excited, thinking that he may get a chance to bed this raven haired beauty. 

Lucy was about the same height as her daughter. Although somewhat heavier, she was still fit. Bill imagined that Holly would fill out about the same. Her breasts were larger and fuller than the younger girls, with just a slight amount of padding on her hips. She looked just perfect for fucking to Bill. She must have noticed him checking her out, because she broke the pause with a nervous laugh.

"You like what you see Uncle Bill?" she asked coyly.

"Mom!" injected Holly, "Give him a break, he hasn't seen you in a while, isn't he allowed to check you out?"

"Sure he is dear, but I'm not so sure he's allowed to undress me!" she replied tongue in cheek. It was obvious that she wasn't offended, and that the two girls were teasing each other. Bill was happy that the two of them had what seemed like a close relationship.

He brought their suitcases in and showed them to their room, at the opposite end of the hall from his. Leaving them alone to unpack their things he went and lit the barbecue for dinner. When he found out that there would be three for supper instead of two he'd gone to the meat market and picked out another porterhouse steak to throw on the grill, so he was well prepared. 

After a wonderful repast and catching up on old times, the three sat down to watch a movie, a sexy romantic comedy that Lucy had brought with her on dvd. Bill was enjoying the company, sitting on the couch between the two women. The plot was somewhat similar to their present situation, and he wondered if she had picked it out with that in mind. In it, the mother and daughter were both in love with the same man. The funny scenes were good, and the romance was quite steamy. The two ladies both seemed to get closer to him during those scenes, and by the end of the film he had his arm around both of them. He thoroughly enjoyed the closeness, and hoped for more of it soon. 





After the movie was over they decided to call it a night. Bill got in the shower before bed, and he could tell that the other shower was running as well. He left the pair to themselves and crawled into his bed. He normally slept in the nude, not having worn clothes to bed since his wife left him. Tonight he decided to wear a pair of shorts and a T-shirt, in case he had to get out of bed for any reason.

It wasn't long though before he realized that he couldn't sleep with even undergarments on, so he fished through his closet for his almost unused bathrobe and set it next to the bed, shucking his underwear and crawling back in. "That's better" he thought as he began to drift off to sleep. It wasn't long before he was sound asleep, snoring peacefully.

Sometime during the night he felt a presence. As he woke up he noticed the sweet smell of perfume, and when he glanced up through slit eyes he saw a woman standing next to his bed. She was wearing a sheer cover-up and in the moonlight that spilled in from the open blinds he could tell that she had nothing beneath it. He could see the swell of her breasts holding the fabric slightly away from her stomach until it draped back to her hips.

"Lucy is making her move," he thought, doing his best to keep his breathing even, feigning sleep. He wanted to see how far she would go while thinking he was asleep. She stood there for a moment as if in thought, then shrugged out of her cover, revealing herself to his slit eyes. His first glance of her nude body was by moonlight, and she was something to behold! Thoughts of Greek statues came to mind, although he could tell that she was well tanned, not the pale white of the carved figures.

He slowly rolled to one side and she hesitated, and as she did he was able to look at her pubic mound, lightly covered in blonde fur. "Wait a minute," he thought. "I know that Lucy's not blonde, in fact her hair is almost black. Could this be who I think it is?" 

The realization that it wasn't the older woman got his blood rushing. "What the hell is going on here, this is too much," he thought. "Lucy will skin us both alive if she sees what's going on."

He steeled himself in spite of his trepidation, wanting very much to play this thing out just a little longer. He resolved that he would stop her if she went too far, but also wondered just how far that was. He hadn't been with a woman in a while, and his bloated balls proved that. In fact, his cock was stirring as he lay there staring at those young pussy lips just inches from his nose. He tried to surreptitiously inhale in order to take in her aroma, but it seemed that her recent shower had erased her female scent for the time being.

"This has got to be some kind of test, I'll bet Mom is just around the corner checking to see if her daughter is safe with me."

A few seconds later the test became more difficult, as Holly lifted his sheet and pulled it back, the cool evening air causing goose pimples on his skin. He actually wondered if it was the air or the anticipation of what might come next. He decided to continue his sleep act, and faked a little moan as he rolled over onto his back. This allowed Holly space to lay down beside him, which she did. He now had a nubile 18 year old beauty lying beside him, with her hand on his thigh. Sliding her hand up his leg she cupped his full balls, gasping as she saw the size of his penis. It wasn't a particularly long cock, but it was very fat. He wondered how many dicks she had to compare to his. 

She became bolder now, believing that he was sound asleep, and she grasped his manhood in her small hand, lightly squeezing the length as her head moved closer to him. "Oh man, she's gonna suck my cock, what am I going to do?" Thoughts raced through his mind of sitting up and stopping her, or trying to remain still to enjoy the feast. The second thought won out as she twirled her tongue on the tip, picking up the drop of precum that glistened there. He almost moaned out loud when she engulfed the head in her petite mouth, and it took a monumental effort to keep from cumming right then.

"This isn't happening, it's just a dream," he thought. A very exciting mind (and cock) blowing dream. "I hope it doesn't end too soon."

Of course it wasn't a dream. It was a scheme; one that mother and daughter had dreamed up together. It was a test. But not a test to see if Holly was safe, rather a test to see if he could handle her. 

Bill moved his hand slightly and 'accidentally' brushed it across Holly's pussy lips, feeling the moisture that was forming on her excited young petals. Moving his hand back across his face he inhaled her scent, this time enjoying the unmistakably sweet aroma of pussy. He loved the smell of pussy, and this one was so very fresh. The intake of her musk coupled with her lips wrapped around his cock were too much for him, and he could feel his orgasm welling up on him. He wanted to somehow warn her, but was unable to make her stop. All he could do was moan loudly in warning as his cock erupted in her mouth, shooting hot streams of jism into her throat as she sucked. She wasn't surprised, in fact this is what she wanted. Her mother had told her that he would be a better first time fucker for her if he wasn't on the brink of orgasm the whole time.

You see, that was their plan. Holly wanted to have a man, but Lucy didn't want her first time to be a bad experience. A bad first time could ruin a woman's sex life, and she didn't want it to happen to her daughter. Thus this scheme, which worked out perfectly with Bill's location and the college she was to attend. Holly revealed to her that she'd always had the hots for him, and that he had always been a perfect gentleman. Those revelations led to him lying there with his cock spurting ropes of cum into her mouth. He thought of continuing the charade a while longer, but his curiosity got the better of him. He had to find out what was to 'cum' next.

"You're a bad girl, Holly Lee" he scolded, looking down at the young lady with jism dripping from her lips. "Your mother will skin you alive when she finds out about this."

"Are you going to tell her Daddy?" came her innocent reply. "I sure hope not, because I want so very much more from you."

"Daddy?" he mused. "I'm not your daddy young lady, I'm your uncle."

"Ex uncle," she pointed out. "No blood relation to me. I'm sure you know that."

"Well, that doesn't make it right, we're years apart."

"That didn't stop you from letting me swallow your cock now did it? You don't think that I didn't know you were awake now did you? Rubbing your hand on my pussy and smelling my juice, admit it, you wanted it as much as I did."

She had him there, he was caught red dicked. What could he say. Nothing, so he just looked at her.

"I want a lot more than just the taste of your cum Daddy, I want you to be my first man. Mom thinks that you're the right one for me too."

"Sh-sh-she knows?" came his incredulous reply. 

"Sure she does, we talked about it after she first asked you if I could stay here. It seemed like a perfect match. I've always been attracted to you, and my mom has too.

"I don't know what to say girl. I'm flabbergasted. But I will warn you about one thing, I'm not your normal straight laced type lover. Once you get me started, you're going to find out some extraordinary things about my style."

"How so, Daddy?" she asked.

By way of answer, he knelt between he legs, opening her up and slithered his tongue up and down her folds. She moaned in appreciation as he slid his tongue into her cunt, then gasped as he made a point on the end and poked it at her unyielding ass hole. 

"Oh my, I've felt a tongue on my pussy before, but never ever in the back door. I love it Daddy, do it some more!"

"This is one hot little vixen, I wonder if I am still dreaming" he thought. Aloud, he told her "you have to know that wherever my tongue goes, my cock is sure to follow."

"Oh Daddy, I don't think that fat cock will fit in my ass. I'm not even sure if it will fit in my tight little pussy."

"Well, if we decide to continue here, we're going to find out both. Now where's your mother?"

"I'm right here Bill. I apologize for not telling you about our plan, but we figured this would be the best way to introduce you to it." Lucy interjected, stepping into the room as she spoke. She too was naked, and he could see that he was right about her hair color. While Holly's pussy was covered with a very thin wisp of blonde hair, Lucy sported a thick bush of curly black hair. Her all over tan showed that she wasn't worried about a bikini line, both women had none, top or bottom. "They must sunbathe in the nude together" he thought. "I wonder what else they do together." 

She seemed to read his mind, and told him that the two of them were more like sisters than mother and daughter. They both liked it that way.

"Well, that was obviously not the first time that you've sucked a cock Holly. What else do you know?" he asked the younger lady.

"I've had my pussy eaten, and given a few blow jobs to keep boy friends at least a little satisfied, but my hymen is intact. That's where you come in, Daddy."

"What's this Daddy stuff, might I ask? I know I'm old enough to be your father, but eh?

"I don't know, I guess you're the closest thing to a father figure to me, I just feel like calling you that. Does it bother you?" Holly answered with a frown.

"No honey, just curious. I can't help but wonder though, you have to admit it's unusual."

They all agreed on that, and discussed things a little longer, but Lucy was eager to continue. She dropped to her knees at the side of the bed and began to fondle his cock, caressing his balls while licking the sensitive underside. Not more than a few minutes had passed since his mind blowing orgasm, but his cock was beginning to stir again at the attention that she was paying to it. He reached for Holly and guided her mouth to his, sharing their first kiss that wasn't just a peck on the cheek. His tongue entered her mouth and did battle for position. She was an experienced cock sucker and he was now finding out that she was a good kisser as well. They held the kiss for a very long time as his cock grew to its full proportion in Lucy's mouth. This whole situation was so incredible to him that he just let it happen, forgetting about anything else but these two horny women before him.

He broke the kiss and guided Holly up his body until he had her turned around so she could watch her mother suck his cock, and he could taste her sweet pussy and ass hole. Snaking his tongue into her virginal cunt, he wet his finger and slid it gently up and down on her clit, eliciting a long low moan from deep within her throat. Her juices were flowing freely in no time as he enjoyed this delightful nectar, replacing his finger with his tongue on the engorged clit. He had tasted a few younger girls when he was growing up, but didn't remember any pussy that tasted and smelled this sweet. He slid a finger into her virgin tunnel as he moved his tongue to her tight little rosebud, wriggling just past her sphincter to taste her musk. Holly was glad that she had washed thoroughly in her nether regions, anticipating her 'daddy' tasting her young folds. She hadn't imagined him poking his tongue in her asshole, but she sure loved the feeling.

Lucy had worked his cock back to full erection with her expert sucking, and Holly was trying to pay attention, in spite of the considerable distraction of the tongue fucking her butt was getting. She watched as her mother swirled her tongue around the sensitive crown, then engulfed the entire seven inches. Her tongue licked at the sides and underneath as she rose up, then pushing down she opened her throat and hinged her jaws to accept the fat manhood. Bill was enjoying this expert blow job more than he could ever remember, and having cum just a few minutes ago gave him plenty of control.




The Test



He was okay with letting this go on for as long as she was willing to continue, and she did for several minutes before she offered, " I think it's time we showed Holly how easily an experienced pussy can swallow a big fat cock like yours, Bill."

"Your wish is my command, fair lady." He gently moved Holly aside and addressed this gorgeous lady, holding his engorged spit covered cock near her widespread slit. He bent down and kissed her deeply before biting and sucking on each of her sensitive nipples, then massaged her right breast with his left hand while guiding the tip of his manhood to her center.

Sliding it up and down her slit helped moisten the shaft with her juices, and without hesitation he plunged his saber deep into her womanhood. The entire shaft was swallowed in one stroke, her pussy opening up naturally to engulf his sensitive member. Bills balls pressed against Lucy's asshole, and he just held himself there for a moment.

Holly was watching her mother's pussy unfold and open for this fat shaft, fascinated how easily it stretched to accommodate the girth. She reached down between their legs and gently massaged his balls, then slid her finger up to his brown eyed opening. Bill too had cleaned himself really well in the shower, thinking that maybe Lucy would visit him in the night. He was so glad that he had done so as he felt Holly slither her tongue around the dark muscle. She wasn't as bold as he had been on her, but the feeling was intoxicating never the less. He held his full penetration of the older woman's cunt for a few seconds more, then began a slow pull out, until only the head was left inside.

Pulling back just a little more allowed her cunt to close again before he pushed hard back into her warmth, holding in there for a few seconds once again. He began a steady rhythm into this tight pussy, feeling that it must not have been used much lately. Little did he know that it was used quite often, but by a vibrator, not the real thing. Lucy loved to fuck herself with her 'battery operated boyfriend'. Toys were so much easier to get along with. While she was indeed attracted to Bill, she probably wouldn't be doing this now if her daughter hadn't put her up to it. She would have to remember to thank her later, for this was feeling way better than a vibrating plastic phallus.

"Oh yeah Daddy, fuck my momma, your big cock is stretching her so wide. Faster Daddy, I want to watch her come on your cock before you push that big thing in me!"

Bill was doing his best to do just that, struggling with his control as he pistoned in and out of Lucy's dripping cunt. The smell of sex permeated the room, sweat combined with pussy juices and sperm. He reached under Lucy and found her tight sphincter, and pressed his finger into her naturally lubricated back door. Lucy went wild with the additional stimulation, moaning incoherently as she humped her hips up to try to swallow this man's whole body. Her fingers dug into his ass cheeks, pulling him into her as she ground her pelvis against his. Holly was beside herself with passion, the hot scene before her was driving her wild.

Without giving it a thought, she moved her body up to her mother's face, spread her legs and lowered her dripping pussy onto her mouth. Lucy acted instinctively as well, forgetting that the pussy that was covering her belonged to her daughter. She drove her tongue deep into the warm cavern, slithering it in there and then sucking in to fully taste her juices. 

"Oh yes Mommy, eat me, eat me!" 

Lucy couldn't talk, she could only moan into her daughters cunt as she lapped up her essence, the taboo of what she was doing was far from her thought just then. She moved her hands from Bill's ass and held onto Holly's hips, pressing the girls cunt hard into her face. 

The extreme pleasure of Bill sawing back and forth into her sluicing pussy coupled with the taste and smell of her daughters juices took her over the orgasmic edge, her body shook and shimmied as wave after wave of pleasure enveloped her. This was an orgasm to remember as she was wracked by convulsions, one after another. The intensity almost caused her to pass out as she felt her daughter's body tense on her face, she knew that she too was coming, coming on her tongue and mouth. A flood of juices filled her as Holly screamed in pleasure, reaching up to pinch her own nipples hard as she came on her mother's mouth. 

"AAAAAAAAAAAAhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, YES! Yes! Oh oh oh oh oh mommy, daddy, mommy, daddy, so good, so good!" she cried. 

Bill continued to pump into Lucy as her orgasm subsided, slowing with her to help squeeze every drop of pleasure from her body. He helped her come down from the euphoria slowly, like a junkie being weaned off of his drug, easing his cock from her juicy cunt and moving down to taste the bonanza of nectar that she had released. He covered her pussy with his mouth and gently sucked on the sensitized orifice, pleased by the scent and taste of her womanly flood.

Holly joined him then, moving down beside his body she gently, lovingly lapped at the labia that had spread for her birth eighteen years ago. The love there was overwhelming, no thought of the taboo at all, just the desire to satisfy this woman that had given her life. Lucy was slowly coming back to earth, shuddering when reality set in, the fact that her daughter was licking on her pussy, and that she too had been licking on hers.

"I can't believe we did that, honey" she half whispered, half moaned to Holly.

"Me 'neither, mom, but we did, and I loved it."

"I take it that wasn't part of your scheme." Bill offered.

"You got that right mister, never in my wildest dreams did I ever think that I would be eating my daughter" Lucy answered.

"I can't say the same though Mom. I never thought it would really happen, but I have dreamed of making love to you" Lucy confessed.

"Well, what's done is done. I'm not sure that we should do it again, but I must admit it was intense."

Bill just laid back and enjoyed watching the two women glow, sometimes speaking in embarrassment and at others looking and acting very excited. This was an experience that he would never forget, no doubt.

He wasn't ready for it to end just then though. He had held off from cumming in Lucy, wanting to keep his cock primed and ready for the main course of this meal. Glancing over at Holly, she too seemed to have the main reason for this encounter in mind. She stared deep into his eyes, a sultry look came over her face as she licked her lips and slid her hand between his thighs, clutching his still hard member as she moved closer to him.

"How do you want me Daddy? Shall I lay on my back?" she asked.

"I think that would be best" Bill agreed, running his hands across her body, caressing her breasts as she lay back. He gently parted her thighs and inhaled her scent, burying his nose into the soon to be deflowered pussy before him.

"Last chance to change your mind Holly. You sure you want to go through with this?" he asked, sure of the answer but wanting to give her every chance to change her mind.

"If you don't pop my cherry right now, I'll do it with a vibrator Daddy. Yes, yes, I want you to put that fat hard cock in me, now!"

That was good enough for him, so he gave her pussy a few more licks to make sure it was plenty wet, and positioned himself between her spread legs. Lucy moved over to assist, grasping his rigid member and aiming it at her daughters virgin flower, spreading the petals before guiding the swollen head toward it's goal. He pressed forward until his cockhead disappeared inside, pausing to allow her to adjust to the unfamiliar presence.

"Tell me what you want little lady, tell your daddy what to do!" he commanded.

"I want you to fuck me Daddy, I need to feel that hard hunk of flesh opening me up, make me a woman!"

"Okay girl, you want it, you got it. You know it's going to hurt a little don't you?"

"I don't care, fuck me Daddy, FUCK ME!" she screamed, becoming frustrated with his tentative teasing.

Having given her all the chances to back out, Bill began to push his fat dick into the tight virgin pussy. It slid in a short way before he felt the resistance of her hymen, hesitating just a second before pressing forward some more. He kept steady pressure on the barrier, not sure if he should just plunge in or let her do the deed.

"Owwwww, oh Daddy, it hurts, your cock is so fat! No, don't stop, I can do it, I know I can."

There is a thin line between pain and pleasure, and Holly was experiencing that distinction right then. The pain was searing, but her desire to feel this cock buried in her was strong. Pressing her hips up off of the bed, she impaled herself on his manhood, her hymen tearing as he drove with her, his cockhead was now past the gate and into the fort, a welcome battering ram of lust.

"Dadddddyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!" she shrieked. "Oh Daddy, you're fucking me! Do it Daddy, push your cock into me, oh it hurts, but it feels so good too!"

He was tempted to drive his member to the very hilt then, but held back, drawing out a little only to return to the gate, this time pushing in a little further. He looked down to see half of his shaft buried between her lips that were drawn inward into her womb. He watched as he withdrew once again, and those lips followed his flesh. He pulled out for just a moment to add more lubrication to those petals, and noticed a trace of red on her tan thighs. He slathered her lips with as much saliva as he could muster, and returned to the task at hand. 

This time he slid in easier, her pussy lips followed his cock some, but the added lubrication helped them fold around him rather than being drawn inside of her. She winced as he reopened her tunnel, the recently rended hymen sore to the touch of his manhood. She put that pain aside when he passed her broken barricade and pushed up to him, swallowing more of his girth with each small push.

Lucy looked on in fascination as these two people lost themselves in each other. She may as well have been on the moon as far as they were concerned. The two lovers were concentrating on each other, Bill wanting to make it as easy for Holly as possible, and Holly working past the pain line and into the pleasure zone. They were both successful as her natural lubrication helped him to enter her, and her determination allowed her to take his cock fully into her no longer virgin tunnel.

Bill felt himself bottom out in this bit of heaven, she was so tight, so excited that he could feel her pulse on his cock. He held there, basking in the glory of having conquered her defenses, as he covered her moaning mouth with his. Holly had not stopped moaning and talking the whole time, first giving orders as to how much she wanted, then finally unable to speak any more, a guttural whine emanated from deep within her chest. Bills' mouth on hers seemed to draw her from whatever world she was in, her tongue reached for his as he began driving it into her mouth in synchronization with his forays into her depths.

The two moved together now as one, lips mashed together, tongues caressing each other, and most importantly that cock that had fully immersed itself into her warm wet womanhood. Holly was a woman now, and that woman wanted to be fucked. She began bucking hard toward her lover, impaled by the seven inches of fat flesh. The pain was forgotten, and she now needed to work her way to orgasm. Bill was determined to take her there. The tight squeeze of her deflowered pussy made it hard for him to retain control, but he let his mind drift off to other mundane things to help keep him from exploding in her cunt too soon.

Their mouths separated and they both began moaning, talking to each other in an incoherent tongue that neither understood. It didn't matter, the only language that they needed was from their bodies as they both strove for that peak of ecstasy. 

Holly attained it first, much to the pleasure of her first lover. Her fingers dug deeply into Bills back as she drew him into her body, her widespread legs reaching around him, pressing her feet against his ass as she bucked against the body that was sending her to the brink of consciousness. He was now driving into her without regard for anything but his need to fill her with his seed. Sensing her cataclysm, he powered down into her, and as she wailed his 'name', "Dadddddddddddyyyyyyyy!" he lost all control, sense of time or presence. His cock swelled up inside of her and burst forth with fireworks of sperm, pulse after excruciating pulse filled her to overflowing. 

The deflowered virgin screamed in excitement as she felt the hot jets of sperm burst in her womb, she could feel what she could not contain escaping her tunnel and spreading on her thighs. Bill continued to pound into her grotto until his orgasm subsided, then with a heavy sigh lay his entire weight on her almost frail body. Both were completely exhausted, their breath coming in gulps, almost like the pulses of their orgasms. Their bodies were stuck together from the sweat and sperm that covered them, and in a short while they were smiling into each others faces, their teeth touched as they returned to reality.

"We did it, Daddy, we really did it! That was an experience of a lifetime!" she exclaimed, looking over at her mother who was still looking on in awe at the spectacle of the two lovers. "You were so right, mom, I needed a real man for my first time. We surely made the right choice."

Bill couldn't help but puff up at that revelation, it was a great responsibility that was laid on him, and he had been champion to the cause.

He looked over at his deflowered virgin, no longer a young lady, she was a woman. Her legs were still spread wide, with a trace of red dampening her thighs and the sheets below. He remembered thinking that he would have to save those sheets as a memento of this event. 

Lucy bent over and kissed her daughter full on the lips while reaching down to cup her freshly fucked pussy. A shiver went through both of them, and with the contact of he mom's hand on her clit, just a little bit of an orgasm coursed through Holly's body.

"You're absolutely right love, we made the right choice."

"You girls enjoy each other, I'm going to hit the shower. Now don't forget ladies, my tongue has been in more holes than my cock. We'll have to do something about that, and very soon."

The two ladies giggled as they considered the implications. Those dark holes that his tongue had been in were both unused to this point, but they knew that the weekend wasn't over. 

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The Test



Sometimes I love Master, and sometimes I hate him. He can be so agonizingly cruel to me, and yet, I cannot leave...

He left a precise set of instructions in my quarters, which are small, cell-like, dismal and dreary. 

"Slave,

Today I will be testing your devotion to me. You profess it, but I am beginning to have my doubts. I have a list of chores for you to do today, but your main command will be, no matter what happens, you will not come. I will know if you do..."

Reading the instruction, I shuddered, but acquiesced with Master's commands. I stripped down out of my pajamas, brushed my hair, and opened the back door of the master's opulent mansion, and stood, naked, in the garden. I felt so weak and alone. Then I remembered that we have a teenaged boy as a neighbor. Fear shook through me. Was he out there, lurking, ready to make my five minutes a shameful hell?

Sure enough, my great fear was realized. I heard a rustle in the woods. My whole body tensed up. I felt so shameful. I wanted to run. But there was no one to whom I could turn or trust, just Master. I saw two leering eyes from behind some bushes. Soon, the boy appeared, a savage, hungry look on his face.

"Your Master told me that you would be out here. That in his absence, for these beautiful five minutes, you will be my slave."

I froze. Was it true?

The boy grabbed me by the arms and held me close to him. I could feel a hardness in his pants. Through the material he throbbed, and I could feel his cock, hard and large, as it continually brushed up against my pussy. "But," he said, "I can't fuck you. I can do whatever else I want, though." He ruminated. "Suck me."

I didn't want to- who was he to turn me into a cheap whore, or something of the like? But I could not rebel. "Yes."

"Call me master, bitch!"

"Yes master."

I unzipped his pants with trembling, unsteady fingers. Slowly, I put my face close to his dick, which was giant, hard, and twitching. I breathed on it with hot breath, and saw it twitch. He groaned, and I stayed suspended, not moving, just breathing tantalizing heat onto his cock. Then I touched the tender end of his cock with my lips. I wrapped my mouth around it, licking it and sucking on it, hard. He grabbed my hand and put it around his balls. I played with them as I sucked. He groaned with pleasure, and pushed my face into his crotch until I could hardly breathe. He thrust himself into me. I was choking on his huge cock. He shouted, "Suck me, whore! Suck on me!"

I pursed my lips on his cock, rubbing the shaft on it as best as I could, seeing as he had shoved my face completely into his dick. I licked at his cock, licked it hard, and felt its spasms in my mouth. Suddenly he pulled out and came all over my face. Cum spattered all over me, all over my hair and into my mouth.

"Now, it's your turn," he said. "Lay down."

I laid down in the grass and dirt, and shivered at the thought of the spiders that could bite me. 

"Open your legs," he said, and I complied.

"Say, Yes master."

""Y-yes, master," I faltered.

The boy put his face between my legs. I could feel his perspiring head between my thighs. His breath on my cunt alone sent shivers through my body. He panted. Then I felt his tongue penetrate my crotch, working its way around the lips. He licked and sucked dutifully, and I couldn't help but moan with ecstasy. He dug into me, touching the tenderest, most sensitive parts of me, and I squirmed, remembering Master's demand that I didn't come. He reached up and pinched my nipples, and the pain that I felt shudder through me, mingled with the utter agony of being on the brink of climax but being unable to come, because Master ordered me not to. What torture it was. I clawed wildly at the dirt, I begged him, "Please master, please, if you have any sense of compassion, you will stop this, this torture right now, please..." hot tears streamed down my face. I suddenly remembered the time limit. It had been longer than five minutes, and I had a reason to wrench myself away from the boy, wild and terrified as to Master's reaction, that I disobeyed him.

"Oh shit, I'm late for school," the boy laughed. He stood up and began to walk back into the woods. I scrambled towards the door.

"Oh and by the way," he said, "Don't think I won't tell your Master about your disobedience."

I ran into the house and looked at the master's instructions again.

"Bathe yourself in the upstairs bathroom, the usual way. No climaxing, remember."

I ran up the stairs, still nude, still shivering with fear and guilt. I turned on the bath, making sure the water was almost unbearably hot, which was how the master liked it. He liked to sit and watch me bathe, to command me, to raise his voice when I did the most minute thing wrong- using the wrong shampoo, rubbing my body the wrong way. I climbed into the tub, jumping reflexively when I felt the scalding water. I scrubbed my body until it was pink and raw, using the lye soap that he demanded. I took the showerhead down, and turned the water on once more. This was the Master's favorite part of bathtime. He wasn't there to see it, but I knew that he had secret cameras hidden in various locations throughout his house. So I had to put a good show on, for him. I held the showerhead in my hands; Master had a special one that was phallus-shaped. Without much ado, I put the hot, wet member into my cunt, pushing it in and pulling it out rhythmically, shoving it in until it hurt and pulling it back out teasingly. 

I knew I had to come- my whole body ached. It hurt, holding myself back so much, when I knew that the heat that I felt could explode if the Master would only let me. I kept thrusting it, fucking myself until I was dizzy with pain and effort. I couldn't come though. I couldn't. I wriggled it around in me, sashaying my hips. I knew that my life depended on me not coming- I knew how violent the master could be. I drained the tub and replaced the showerhead, but not before licking it clean. Then I wrapped myself in a soft towel, and perfumed and oiled my body. It hurt to stand, sit, or walk. My cunt was so swollen, so tender, from all of the torturous games Master was playing with me. I read the next instruction in his letter. "Wearing the outfit you will find on the third floor east guest bedroom, you will dust the house until it is spotless. Then, you will masturbate with the feather-duster, and put on these silken panties. If I find any stain or mark on the panties, it will not bode well."

I did as I was told. I put on the skimpy outfit, which left most of my ass hanging free and naked. I dusted everything in the house, and then took the featherduster, which had a long handle, and resting on the hardwood floor, pushed it into my cunt. My cunt was already swollen from the other two sexual encounters. That first penetration made me see white. I thrusted, in and out, the featherduster, and cried quietly. It was so hard, I writhed in pleasure and pain, I tried to blot out the thoughts of eruption, I wanted to come. Throbbing and thrusting, I pulled it out, feeling pain and misery. 

I went and put on the silk panties. That was the last instruction. Without any other commands, I did not know what to do. So I sat on the bed, gingerly, because of my swollen, tender cunt.

Soon, I heard a car pull into the driveway. I stood up and looked out the window. Master got out of the car, looking extremely irritated. I wanted to hide- I looked at the closet- but was immobilized by my fear. I knew our ritual, so I ran down the stairs, ready to take master's coat, shoes, and briefcase. I opened the door for him, smiling ingratiatingly. I prayed that he would deliver what I needed. Satisfaction. As I put down Master's things, however, I realized that all was not normal. "Go downstairs... to the basement."

I paled. I didn't know what was in the basement, but from the dyspeptic look on his face, it wasn't pleasant sex.

I obeyed. Down in the basement was a strange metal apparatus. "On all fours, on the table, now," Master commanded. I did. He locked my hands into shackles, the metal was cold and tight. He did the same with my ankles, and gagged me with a rubber ball and duct tape.

"You have been bad, Slave," he said. "Very, very bad."

Master pulled off my panties. "They are wet, slave." He laughed. "You didn't come though—but they are wet, nonetheless." He inhaled the panties. I felt his hand on my ass. He slapped it, hard. "Bad Slave!" he shouted. Pain staggered me. I couldn't move, I couldn't protest. He slapped me again. He came around to the front and tweaked my nipples fiercely. I screamed, but it was muffled by the gag. He slapped me all over, and began fingering me. "Do not come!" he shouted, although he was touching my weakest spots, the part of me we both knew were surefire ways to make my juices spurt. "Do not come!" And his fingers strummed and thrashed my wildly swollen cunt, until I was screaming and moaning at the top of my lungs. I felt his cock, his massive cock, brush hard up against me. I shrieked. I was in the throes of maniac sexual need. I needed to come. All I wanted was to let loose, to come. "Do not come!" he said. He inserted his huge cock into me, slapping me, I was covered in red hot welts. He thrust himself into me, and I felt his hairs tickling me. He rhythmically shoved himself into me, so hard I frantically wondered if I would go mad. He moved his hips side to side, thrusted, in and out, in and out. "Do not come!" he repeated. I had to. But I couldn't. He came inside me, hot whooshing sex all over me. He came and he came, and I struggled to get out of his contraption, but of course I couldn't. He at last stopped, and pulled out of me completely, while I whimpered senselessly to myself. 

"You want it from the boy next door, huh?" he said. "You can't stop with him, huh?"

I shook my head no, that he was wrong, that I hated that boy. But he just sneered.

"You didn't come, you won't come. I command you."

He tweaked my nipples one last time, and walked away. I felt his body heat near my pussy, though. 

"My god," he said. I could feel his breath, his words, and I writhed, trying to move myself closer to him, closer to the bliss that he could give me. He breathed long and hot and hard on me, came and kissed me on the forehead, and then went upstairs. At the top of the stairs, he said, "You have failed me, Slave. You will not come. For the next seven days, you will not come. You will not leave that contraption... I will feed you, fuck you; you will not be unlatched, you will piss and shit yourself until you feel the entire degradation that you should, you worthless whore."



The Test



It was almost nine o'clock on a cold Friday night in January and Janine had finished a long and tough day in work and was relaxing on the sofa with a glass of wine watching TV. While watching her mind drifted to wondering where her husband Chris was; she'd made a curry and wanted to eat with him when he arrived and then retire to bed. He was later than usual tonight; he'd recently started a new job but was normally home by now.

The house was very quiet as the two young boys were away with their grandparents in Spain for another two weeks and so Janine was feeling quite alone in the house and wished Chris would hurry up.

In a bar in town Chris was sat with a colleague from work; the man was called Dave and was a little older than Chris at 48. Dave looked a little drunk and more than a little sorry for himself. A younger, busty girl walked by and instantly Dave made eye contact and smiled; the smile was quickly returned. Chris immediately said "You see; that's why you're in this mess. You need to grow up and pack all that in." Dave chuckled and replied "I know but I just love the challenge of shagging women like that."

Dave was a serial adulterer and finally his wife had caught him shagging her best friend and had had enough and thrown him out. Dave was now staying with his elderly mother and hated every minute of his stay there. Dave was an auditor for the company and despite his age was very popular with women of all ages and was a natural charmer. He was tall, a little over weight, tanned all year round with black, slightly greying hair. He looked over at Chris and said "Look mate I can't stand another night at my Mum's can you put me up at yours?" Chris reacted by laughing and saying "You must be joking if I told Jan I'd agreed to you staying I'd be divorced in no time. No way!"

"Oh come on I wouldn't get in the way, just for a few days to let me have a rest from my mother, please?"

"No, sorry mate, believe me she'd chuck me out and I'd be in your situation."

Dave laughed and shot back with "Ah, don't worry I wouldn't shag your wife. But from the pictures you've shown me if she wasn't your wife I'd do her in a second." Chris nearly choked on his pint "What? Don't be daft she wouldn't have you." "Come on mate you know I could have almost any woman I want" said the charmer.

Many thoughts raced through Chris's mind as Dave chatted across the room to the busty girl from earlier who was greeting everything Dave said with excessive giggles as she played with her hair, not taking her eyes off Dave as he spoke.

"Dave" said Chris "Ok I tell you what I'll go home and ask her and if she's ok with it you're in."

"Hey, I thought you said she wouldn't let me shag her" laughed Dave.

"Ok Romeo, I'll set you a challenge. I've always wondered if Jan would be tempted to shag another bloke. While you stay I challenge you to see how far you can go with Jan, use all your charms and see her response. I want you to really see if you can get to the point of shagging her. But listen to me now... DON'T FUCK JANINE! Just test her resistance."

"Got it mate, get her dripping wet but don't give her one." Dave replied saluting Chris as he sauntered off to sit with the girl across the bar.

Janine's face hardened as the door opened and Chris came in at 10.30. "Where have you been; I'm starving I've made curry." "Sorry love it's a long story I'll get changed and tell you."

When Chris came back down his curry and a curious Janine were waiting for him. "Well?"

"Oh you know Dave from work; his wife caught him in bed with her best friend and has chucked him out"

"No way, well serve him right the twat."

"No listen Jan he's ok really just can't help himself sometimes, I feel sorry for him." Chris said as he looked and judged his wife's' response to Dave's plight.

"Well he should consider himself lucky if it was you I'd chop your bollocks off!"

"Nice one Jan. No really he's staying with his mother but he can't go on like that... and so he asked if he could get a few days rest from her by staying with us for a few days...."

"Fuck off he's not staying here, I hope you told him."

"Well with the boys away we've got the room and he'd be out most nights and...."

"I don't believe you, we get a couple of weeks on our own and you invite a stranger to stay, piss off!"

"Jan it's too late now I've told him he can stay from tomorrow night" lied Chris.

Jan put down her fork and shouted "Well thanks a lot Chris! I'm going to bed, you can sleep down here" and off she went.

Chris grinned and thought more about the challenge he'd given Dave, how would Janine react?

Up in bed Janine was so angry that she had to put her book away. "Crap on the TV again she thought and that twat down stairs again" she thought to herself. Jan peered down to the second drawer in her bedside cabinet and felt a twinge in her pussy. The second drawer was where Jan kept her trusty vibrator. She opened the drawer and selected the vibrator and casually slipped out of her pyjama bottoms. With a big lick of her fingers she lowered her hand and began to moisten the lips of her pussy. As she did this she began to gently and expertly open her juicy lips in preparation to take the vibro. 

"Now what can I wank over tonight?" she thought to herself. And straight away she imagined herself in a hotel room and opening the door to the handsome guy from the bar downstairs who'd returned her phone that she'd left on the bar while she was flirting with him earlier. She joked with the guy that she hoped he hadn't read any of her texts. He replied that he hadn't read any of them, even the one to her friend Julie saying that she wanted to shag the arse off the guy behind the bar. Jan was shocked and embarrassed. The guy shot her a look saying that she couldn't shag the arse off him but if she'd let him in he'd shag the arse off her. 

Janine let him in.

The vibro was now buzzing away at Jan's wet clit while she imagined the guy throwing her on the bed and fucking her stupid with his big, throbbing cock. He fucked her from behind as she shouted at the top of her voice with every slap of his cock into her pussy. The vibro was driving Jan to ecstasy as she came hard. "Phew" she thought "I needed that and drifted off to sleep.

The next day was Saturday and Chris was up early as he'd arranged to pick up Dave and bring him back. Janine wasn't speaking to Chris to let him know of her disapproval of Dave's stay. Needless to say after Chris left she frantically tidied up around the house and smartened herself up; the guy maybe a twat but she wanted to make a good impression to anyone who visited her home.

In the car Dave again thanked Chris for letting him stay and could not resist telling of how he went home with "Emma" from the bar and spent last night shagging her in every way possible while her parents slept upstairs. "Fuck off Dave" said an obviously jealous Chris "I don't want to know." The car went quiet. "What was she like?"

Dave laughed and laughed "No, I can tell you don't want to know. We got in through her front door and she got on her knees and sucked my cock as I leant up against the door. Then I shagged her doggy style on the stairs and then we went into her living room and she rode me for fucking ages. She was as horny as fuck the dirty bitch; she made me wank off in front of her and as I came she held a glass in front of my cock to catch the spunk."

"What?" exclaimed an amazed Chris.

"No, no hang on mate it got worse. When I'd cum in the glass the dirty slut drank it!!!"

"No!"

"I'm telling you, then she slapped my arse and said thanks and told me I'd better fuck off before her dad came down and caught us! Yeah her parents were upstairs asleep all the time!!!"

"She told you to fuck off home?"

"Yeah, can you believe that? The girls of today eh, no respect."

They both laughed as they parked the car outside the house. Just before they got out Chris lent across and said "Remember, tease her and see if she's up for it but don't fuck her!"

"No worries mate."

In they came and found Janine making tea in the kitchen.

"Hi love, this is Dave, Dave this is Jan."

"Jan please let me apologise in advance for intruding but I really am so grateful for you letting me stay, I promise you won't know I'm here" said Dave and held a smiley blue eyed stare into Janine's eyes.

Janine felt herself blush slightly and came over like a giggly young girl as she studied every aspect of her visitor... "Fuck me, he's gorgeous" she thought.

"No, that's ok Dave don't worry about it. At least I won't have to look at his miserable face while you're here." She laughed.

Janine's eyes took in Dave's strong blue eyes, the beautifully tanned colouring of his skin and how could she miss how tall and solid he looked? "Yes, you can stay" she thought.

Dave went up to unpack and Chris watched as Janine proceeded to hum and sing as she took her cup of tea into the living room. Janine opened her handbag as she sat down and sprayed herself all over with extra perfume. Chris slyly watched an unaware Jan as she did this; he couldn't help but smile.

When Dave came down Janine asked him to sit on the sofa and proceeded to dig to discover what had happened.

"So, what's all this about your wife catching you in bed with her best friend then?" she asked almost unable to hold back her grin. Jan hoped he'd go into detail, she wasn't disappointed.

"Well it was only a matter of time before we got caught Jan. Me and the wife's friend used to meet up at least once a week for good shag; I know it's terrible. She used to flirt with me whenever she could and kept daring me to have a no strings, sex only affair. Now come on Jan we're all only human and one day she came round and virtually raped me. It just carried on from there."

"Oh you bad boy" said Jan thinking "Fucking hell what a clever girl the wife's friend was."

"No, I'm not bad Jan just easily led" Dave chuckled back.

Chris interrupted and said "What if I cook us a nice meal for tonight?"

"No, no Dave's your guest I'll cook. I tell you what I'll write you a list and you can go and get the ingredients, it's ok I'll cook tonight."

"Ooh, ok let's have it then" said Chris and watched as Janine wrote out the list. He knew that the minute he was out of the door Dave would set to work in his attempts to seduce Jan.

"I'm just going to make sure everything we need for the table is clean Dave" Jan said so that she could leave the room and hide her slight shyness.

In the kitchen Janine crouched down and opened a drawer to get out the cutlery; her hand rested on top of the work surface. As she was busy selecting the cutlery she didn't hear Dave come into the kitchen and jumped slightly as she heard him softly say "Would it be ok if you let me help you Janine?" and Dave's hand purposely briefly smoothed Jan's as it rested on the work surface.

"Uh, sure ok Dave."

Janine knew that as she moved from cupboard to cupboard that Dave was watching her every move. This was starting to make her both nervous and excited at the same time.

"So tell me Jan how come a gorgeous girl like you is lumbered with Chris?"

"What, oh I ask myself the same thing very often but to be honest he's not always a pain in the arse"

"Well you think about this situation we have here Jan you've taken in a stranger at his request, you're being a perfect hostess even though I'm sure you'd rather I wasn't here and now you're preparing to make what I know will be a fantastic meal. I just hope he appreciates what a fine wife he has."

Janine just stared at this gorgeous man across the kitchen as he polished a line of glasses with his large manly hands. Such a strong man she thought but look how softly he's handling those glasses she daydreamed.

"Now then Jan let me lay you on the table, I mean let me help you lay the table" he grinned and walked off into the dining room. Janine slowly followed Dave into the room and lowered the blinds, Janine then proceeded to lean over the table and set the places around the table. She wondered for a minute that as Dave had asked to help her lay the table how come he wasn't putting anything down on the table and so she looked around behind her as she was leaning over the table to find Dave leant up against the wall arms folded gazing longingly at her curvy bum which was stuck up in the air just in front of Dave. 

Janine faked a cough. 

Dave came to life "Sorry Jan I was miles away".

"Are you sure" said a now much more confident Jan?

"Uh yes, sorry Janine I said I'd help and I'm doing nothing of the sort" said Dave and as he passed Janine he put both his hands on her waist and left them there for what was in reality just one second but seemed like an eternity to Janine "Excuse me Jan I'll just get through and get on with it"

"Dave, why did you always cheat on your wife? Asked Janine.

"Straight to the point eh Janine."

"Well I feel there's no point in beating around the bush" said Janine and fixed Dave with a look that confirmed she wanted the truth and nothing else.

"Ok, I love the company of women, much more than being with my mates and not to put too fine a point on things I love sex and lots of it. I've always managed to get women and because I enjoy their company so much they seem to pick that up and warm to me. And then as I'm a bit of a slut I start to flirt and before I know it I'm in bed with them."

"Well that's certainly frank" laughed Janine. "But come on shagging your wife's best friend that's not just bad that's dangerous she was bound to find out."

"Jan, you know that, I know that, but when I'm in the act I just forget all common sense and enjoy the chase.... And of course the catch at the end" suggested Dave in response. "It's like my head just goes to sleep and this takes over."

As Dave said this he took his large hands and cupped a massive and welcoming bulge in his trousers.

Janine felt her pussy twitch and a weakness all over her body, "I knew it" she thought "Not only is he gorgeous and charming but his cock is huge too!"

Dave knew that Janine would respond to his staged piece of theatre and looked across to see her gaze still concentrating on his crotch.

"Come on Jan a gorgeous, sexy woman like you must have strayed during the marriage. Come on tell your Uncle Dave." 

"No I haven't, I've had plenty of chances but I'm married."

"Yes love" said Dave as he moved up close to Janine, who responded by standing up and almost moving in to meet him. "But your also human" he breathed as he stroked the hair away from her face. "Come on I can see that you're a very sexual person and I know that you'd give so much during sex, I bet you're fantastic shag. You're not sometimes tempted?"

"Oh, I'm tempted alright" she said and they both knew that they were both talking about the here and present and not some other occasion. 

"I knew it" smiled Dave as he left the room to watch TV.

Janine just stood there speechless she wanted to follow Dave into the room to get more of his delicious pampering but instead went quickly upstairs and phoned her friend Julie.

Jan recounted to Julie the circumstance of Dave's stay and what had just happened.

"Is he really that gorgeous Jan?" asked her friend.

"Better" said Janine "I want to say something to make him make a move but feel guilty."

"Love, you only live once shag him!"

Janine could always rely on Julie to make her laugh. "But Jue I'm married I can't what if Chris found out he'd go mad."

"Jan what Chris doesn't know won't hurt him, get in there girl!"

Janine hung up as she heard Chris return home.

Janine helped Chris unpack the shopping in the kitchen and they were eventually joined by Dave. "Got everything Chris?" "Yes all here Dave, what have you been up to with my wife then?" joked Chris pointedly.

"Oh you know mate just chatting but I must tell you that she's promised to run away with me tonight." Each of the three laughed as Janine informed the two men that she was going upstairs to change for dinner.

"Well?" enquired Chris "What happened?"

"We just talked and it's obvious she takes her marriage seriously and you're lucky I don't think she's ever cheated on you since you've been married; either that or she's a shit hot liar. But she likes me I can tell and I reckon if she wasn't married I could have shagged her while you were out."

"Piss off Dave, you fucking love yourself don't you?"

"Hey come on Chris I'm only telling you what I saw."

"Ok keep it up; I'll give you plenty of time and opportunity tonight at dinner to see if after a few drinks you can get her."

"Careful Chris, don't give me too much time or I'll get her knickers off no trouble."

"Ha, ha we'll see" laughed Chris as the two continued to unpack. 

"No, seriously Chris I was looking at Jan's body and if I'm not careful I might not be able to stop myself if she responds, she's as horny as fuck!"

"Like I said we'll see Dave."

Meanwhile upstairs Janine had showered and was now choosing the best clothes to show off her ample bosom and really show Dave what she had. By the time Chris had joined her she was finishing her hair and just getting ready to return downstairs.

"Making a bit of an effort tonight aren't you love?" asked Chris.

"Well we've got a guest haven't we I like to make the effort" replied Janine "and I'm debating whether to fuck him" she thought to herself as she left the room.

Later in the kitchen the three all were smartly dressed and Dave and Chris were sat drinking beer on stools as Janine prepared dinner. There was music playing and the chat was light and very entertaining, as a song came on the hi-fi Dave jumped up and placed his hands on Janine's hips and turned her round to dance; Janine whimpered with joy as their bodies moved around the kitchen floor. Chris watched Dave's masterly work from the comfort of his stool. First he stood away from Janine moving in time to the sway of her body; then slowly, he moved ever so closer until he was close enough to rest his strong hands on her shapely hips. Masterfully and purposely he moved Janine closer to his body and she felt a warm glow as Dave guided her body into his chest before turning her round and moving seductively up to snuggle his groin into her swaying bum. Chris sat there as Dave began to push the bulge in his pants firmly into Janine's behind; this move was met by Janine pushing her arse willingly back onto the ever stiffening bulge. Her excitement was plain for all to see as Chris left the room to visit the toilet.

"And what do you think you're up to?" Janine smiled into Dave's eyes.

Dave pulled her closer into his body.

"I'm just showing you what you could have if you let yourself go."

Dave turned his glance away from Janine's eyes for a moment to allow himself to take in the view of her big and sexy boobs.

"And you are also showing me what I could have; you have beautiful boobs Jan" said Dave.

His cupped hand smoothed under her left breast, which responded with an instant stiffening of the nipple.

"Naughty, naughty" breathed Janine.

"Naughty, naughty but you haven't stopped me have you?"

"Why should I? I like you holding my tits."

Dave was taken aback; maybe he'd misjudged Janine and she wasn't as innocent as he first thought. She was indeed as horny as fuck and he felt his cock start to stiffen as she said those words.

Dave was then forced to move away when Janine's hand reached out and smoothed the bulge in his pants. Janine laughed as she found Dave's response quite cute.

Chris re-entered the room "Uh Jan I think the food looks as if it's ready."

"Oh shit, ok go and sit down then."

In the dining room the meal was consumed amid a raucous and quite raunchy conversation in which Janine kept asking Dave about his various conquests about which he was more than keen to boast.




The Test



"Yeah Jan and so her husband was driving a group of us home after a works do and me and his wife were sat with another guy in the back and as the chat in the car was quite loud I started to move my hand up his wife's thigh and up into her dress. She just smiled and so I carried on until my hand came up as far as it would go and found she was already soaking wet and wasn't wearing any knickers. I reached across and came across another hand; the other guy was up there too! Well, I couldn't help myself so we both finger fucked her all the way home!"

The room was ablaze with laughter.

"Oh Dave you're fucking terrible" said Janine as her bare foot rose under the table to rest on Dave's crotch. She smiled as she thought "I want you to fuck me."

After the meal the three decided that as it was still early they should watch TV. Dave announced that he was going to change for bed before he sat down to watch TV; the other two did the same.

Chris and Dave sat themselves on the sofa watching TV and were eventually joined by Janine who positioned herself on the floor with the poof. Janine had on her new golden, silk pyjamas that felt so smooth to her skin; she knew they also gave big clues as to what was inside.

Dave held the main conversation as they sat watching and Janine looked up at Dave in his blue t-shirt and grey jogging shorts which came down just above his knees. His legs were muscular, tanned and quite hairy. But Janine's main area of concentration was the now almost unavoidable bulge of his cock which strained in his shorts. Without knowing Janine had moved closer and closer to Dave's lap; this was spotted by Chris who laughed out "Come on Jan give Dave some room."

"I'm just getting closer so I can hear Dave" explained an embarrassed Janine.

Dave looked down and smiled lustily at Janine.

"I hope you don't mind but I've just got to go and check if some emails have come through" said Chris and entered his office and closed the door behind him. "Unusual" thought Janine.

Dave continued his pursuit of Janine by informing her "I love your pyjamas Janine, they really show off your figure."

Janine loved his words and moved in even closer, she was so close now that if she moved her head slightly it would bump straight into Dave's bulging cock. This hadn't gone unnoticed by Dave who reached down and lowered his shorts to reveal a delicious, semi erect cock.

Janine's eyes almost burst out of her head as she studied Dave's cock, it wasn't fully stiff and yet it was easily seven or eight inches long and thick? Well she looked at its thickness and felt firstly that it would be a challenge to take it into her pussy and then excited because of the satisfaction she knew it would give. Dave had also taken the trouble of shaving all hair of his balls and the area surrounding his gorgeous cock. This made his cock stand out even more and made it even more impressive.

Janine tutted and gave Dave a mischievous grin as she took his cock in hand and began smoothing it and slowly wanking it back and forth to full stiffness.

"Oh fuck, oh fucking hell" thought an excited Janine "look at that, look at this cock."

She lifted herself up onto her knees and gave the huge, stiff shaft a long and lingering lick and again she licked up and down until she allowed her tongue to concentrate on the large, round cock head. She felt it twitch as she licked and tasted the saltiness of Dave's droplets of spunk. She opened her mouth wide and began taking the head of the cock in; this was greeted by satisfied moans from Dave. Her mouth was full of luscious, juicy cock as she began moving her head back and forth as Janine sucked hungrily on Dave's big cock.

Dave smoothed her hair and said "not so tight on it Jan, just relax."

Janine withdrew the cock from her mouth and giggled excitedly "I can only just get it inside my mouth."

"Oh, sorry" laughed Dave in response.

Then they both heard the office door slowly open and Dave quickly pulled his shorts up and Janine returned to the floor.

"Sorry guys" said Chris "the emails have come through I've just got a little more work to do then I'll be in."

"That's ok darling" replied Janine "take your time, me and Dave are getting on fine."

The closing of the office door was met by Janine darting back to get at the fantastic cock on offer. Dave stopped her "Fair's fair, take your trousers off."

Janine did so without hesitation and her movements in slipping out of her pyjama bottoms were met by Dave's moans as he slowly wanked his cock which was again out on show.

"Get down on your knees and bend over that coffee table Jan, I want to get a good look at your pussy."

                              Barely before Dave had finished his sentence Janine was leaning over the coffee table on all fours. Dave moved in behind and smoothed her big and sexy arse which was up in the air on offer for Dave. Dave took his glance lower and again moaned as he began to smooth Jan's already moist pussy lips. "What a big, delicious pussy you have Jan, I'm going to get it ready for you." And he proceeded to smooth up and down the opening to Janine's pussy; then with wet fingers he began to push two fingers gently and slowly into her already throbbing hole. Deeper and deeper he probed as each push was met with Janine's reassuring moans of pleasure. Dave's fingers began exploring every part of Janine's widening pussy as he began to quicken the pace of his fingers. He then leant down and gently tongued at her clit as he really began to finger fuck a delighted Janine.

"Oh yeah, yeah go on give it to me. That's right, yeah that's right oh yeah, yeah" moaned Janine and she further showed her approval by opening her legs wider and pushing her arse and pussy out as far as she could. Her body moved back and forth over Dave's fingers. It was Janine who was now fucking Dave's fingers as she enjoyed having her clit tongued faster and faster.

Again unknown to Janine and Dave the office door and more worryingly the living room door had been opened and there stood behind them watched Chris.

"What's going on here?"

The two dirty fuckers separated.

Dave sat back on the sofa and Janine stood up and moved towards Chris.

"Oh fuck sorry love, um, um it just happened, we didn't mean anything I'm sorry" wailed Janine.

"Oh yeah, I go into the office and come back to find this!"

Janine stood there not knowing what to say and suddenly became aware of her situation.

She thought to herself "Oh my God, here I am stood with my fanny on display to a complete stranger in front of my husband and even worse with the taste of that other man's spunk in my mouth." Time seemed to stand still.

"And even worse" she thought "all I want to do is to go back and be fucked by that beautiful cock."

Chris seemed to smile as he said "Listen Jan I'd challenged Dave to see if he could seduce you and tempt you to shag another bloke and I'd say he's done pretty well."

"What, why would you want him to do that?"

"Just to see if you'd be tempted and to see if you'd shag another bloke."

"Uh?"

"Well I'd always sort of liked the idea of seeing another guy fuck you."

Janine grinned back "Well he hasn't fucked me yet."

"Well you'd better get on with it Dave."

"No problem" yelped Dave and he moved over and unbuttoned two of Janine's pyjama top and gently lifted out her big heaving breasts which he took turns to carefully lick and suck in slow, horny circles. Both nipples stood up like bullets.

Dave's strong hands then moved to Jan's hips and motioned to her to resume her position over the coffee table. This was done quickly and without any resistance.

Janine looked over her shoulder to see as Chris watched Dave pull down his shorts and slowly wank off his massive cock.

"Fucking hell Dave, you're gonna put that up my wife?"

"Oh yes" moaned Janine as she felt the head of the thick tip ease up against her now dripping fanny. Dave began moving his cock around her hole in slow provocative circles teasing and opening as it went.

"Oh please fuck me" thought Janine and pleaded out "I want you inside me, give it to me."

Dave responded to please and eased his enormous cock inside Janine's eager pussy walls. She quivered as her pussy took the cock; she had to push her pussy out so that it could widen to accept such a big and impressive visitor.         "Ooh" she cooed again as she laughed "Ooh, oo, ooh, ooooh! Oh yeah, that's what I want, ooh, ooh, oh fuck yes, yes. Mmm, mmmm" she moaned so hornily, so contentedly.

Dave continued to push his cock deeper in with every stroke of the fuck. Deeper and deeper as Janine wondered "Fucking hell, how deep can this thing go?"

"Just how big is your cock Dave?" asked a concerned Chris.

"I've measured it as ten and a half inches when it's fully erect" panted Dave as he began to quicken the pace of his fucking in and out of Janine's now sloppy and tested fanny. Janine could now feel the slight slapping of Dave's balls on her pussy as she enjoyed his cock moving effortlessly in and out of her pussy. She was already dizzy with ecstasy and tried to move her thoughts so that she didn't cum too quickly. She wanted to take this fucking for as long as she could.

"Well Chris what do you think of your wife getting fucked like this. Look at her face she's fucking loving it?" asked Dave.

"Mmm, it's fucking brilliant Chris" moaned Janine "This is the biggest dick I've ever had, OH!" she screamed as a particularly violent jerk of Dave's cock hit the spot. She looked across and saw Chris wanking furiously at his stiff cock.

"Oh yeah, come here" she called out and Chris came and stood in front of her wanking, he leaned down to Janine who hungrily took his cock into her mouth. Partly out of lust; partly because she sort of needed something to bite down on while she was being fucked by such a huge cock.

The thoughts racing through Janine's mind exhilarated her even further, she felt so desired as two men tended to her. She felt so horny, so sexy, so dirty and so womanly as she proved to herself that she was enough for two men. She thought that this scene would look like something from a porn film to anyone watching. She like the idea of being looked upon like a porn star. She then began getting off on the fact that her husband was there in front of her watching his wife being so expertly fucked by such a huge cock. Ok he was there with his cock in her mouth but it was Dave doing the fucking not him. This spurred her on even more and she pushed quite aggressively back on Dave's big cock in response; he hadn't yet given her all of it, this was her signal that she wanted it all and she wanted it hard. She sucked harder and harder on Chris's cock until he quickly withdrew and wanked inched from Janine's face. Splat out came a jet of spunk from Chris's cock and it landed on Janine's cheek, another drenched her mouth and for the first time Jan licked and lapped it up.

"Uh, uh" moaned Chris as he watched another jet shoot into Janine's hair.

"Oh yeah, oh fuck shoot it " responded Janine as she licked all around her lips to catch as much hot spunk as she could.

This drove Dave wild and he responded by giving Janine the remainder of his big thick cock. Janine willingly took it and panted heavily as the cock went deep, deep into her pussy. She could feel her pussy start to spasm. "No fucking way" she thought and fought off her orgasm.

Chris cupped one of Janine's breasts as it swang in time to Dave's fucking. He leant down and kissed his wife hard on the lips. "I'm going up, enjoy it and come up and tell me all about it when you've finished."

But Janine was gone, lost in ecstasy as the sound of fuck slapping filled the room.

"Oh, oh, oh"

"Yeah, there you go baby take it like a good girl" purred Dave as Chris closed the door.

"Ok Jan come and lie down on the sofa."

Again she obeyed.

"That's it come on legs up, come on up" and he lifted Janine's legs and parted them as he moved in to continue fucking.

Once again Janine's pussy was full of luscious cock.

"Mmm, I'm being fucked again" she thought. "Ohhhhh" she cried out "I love it; I love it. I love being fucked. I really do I love being fucked; the feel of your cock and the sight of it going in and out; I just fucking love it. FUCK ME, COME ON FUCK ME!" She panted.

Dave obliged and began fucking Janine in earnest; the gentleness had gone he was now fucking her for all she was worth. He was working her fanny like never before with his 10 inch super thick cock, on and on he pumped away at Janine.

Now Janine's pussy was no small thing, it had seen some action down the years but this was different class. This was hardcore fucking of the highest order by the biggest cock she'd seen or had. She positioned her hands on each cheek of Dave's arse encouraging him in to her now sagging and gapingly wet pussy.

"Phew" she thought "this is hard work." Dave's cock was opening Janine's pussy to a size she didn't think possible, wow she was having one hell of a seeing to. She could feel the deepest areas of her pussy being probed and punished. "Oh fuck, oh fuck" she thought "I can't hold it back any longer, I've got to come."

She pushed Dave back and instructed him "Lie down, I'm getting on top."

Dave sat back as Janine stood astride him on the sofa and slowly lowered herself down; she grabbed his fucking gorgeous cock and guided it into her dripping pussy.         "Woe, that's deep" she thought "oh it even hurts".

Janine persisted past the pain barrier and got down on his cock so that all that was left out of her pussy was his smooth balls. She got the thick intruding cock into position and began to ride the big dick for all she was worth.

"Ooh, ooh that's fucking incredible" she complimented Dave. "Don't stop, don't stop!!!"

On and on she grooved back and forth, until finally she let out a resounding.

"YESSSSSS!!!!!!!!! OH FUCK YESSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!! OH MY GOD!!!!!! OH MY GOD!!!!!!! Ooh it's loads, it's loads. AARGHH!!!!! AARGHH!!!!! OH!!!! OH!!!!!"

"I take it you've cum?" laughed Dave.

"Oh, you bastard!" Moaned Janine as she moved herself back up his cock in an effort to get the huge weapon out of her tender, abused pussy.

"I'm sorry Jan, you don't get away that easy I haven't finished with you yet" said Dave firmly.

"Oh no, sorry I can't take anymore" whinned Janine.

Dave raised his voice "Turn around and put your feet on the floor either side of my legs!" Janine was quite scared and so did what he said. "Now sit your pussy back on my cock until I fill you with spunk!"

Janine did as she was told as Dave pulled her down onto his unforgiving cock.

"OHH!!!! OHHH!!! I don't think I can take anymore, stop, stop I can't have anymore" she pleaded.

"Shut up and fuck!"

"But you're raping me!"           "That's right, now fuck!!!" and he slapped her arse hard.

She had no choice but to do what she was told. The pain was immense; her pussy had had the fuck of her life and now while still throbbing from her orgasm she was being violently fucked. Or rather she was doing the fucking under instruction from her punisher.

"Oh yeah, yeah, there, there have it you dirty, dirty girl."

Janine's mood started to change.

"Oh yeah, oh yeah" she whinned "Mmm, mmm, I can take it, I can take. Go on fuck me, fuck me." 

Down and down she slapped her arse down and deeper and deeper the huge fucking cock soared.

"Ooh yeah give it, give it!!!" Janine screamed at the top of her voice.

Dave met each slap down of Jan's arse with an uncompromising thrust up; Janine thought her pussy would burst but kept on and on slapping her arse down, her hands on Dave's thighs for leverage.

"AARGHH!!!! I'M COMING AGAIN!!!!!!!" she cried.

And with that she screamed and yelped for all she was worth. Then she felt Dave's big hands on her back push her roughly to the floor. He stood up and wanked the huge and throbbing cock until what seemed like a flood of spunk shot out into Janine's face, again and again the flood came and Janine's pretty features were awash with spunk. She mopped up the juice and sucked and slurped out of her hands. Dave kept wanking his massive tool until it could supply no more pearly white liquid.          "Fucking hell Dave that was wild! Good! But fucking wild!" exclaimed Janine.

"Consider yourself well and truly fucked!" stated Dave.

"Oh I do believe me" panted Janine "my pussy's been pummelled; you fucked the arse off me!"

"But you did enjoy it didn't you love?"

"Oh yeah, the best I've had. I'd better go up and tell Chris what you did to me."

A weary Janine could hardly walk as she struggled up the stairs, weak kneed and with a fucked pussy that was begging for mercy.

And she entered the bedroom Chris sat up excitedly.

He could smell an overwhelming smell of sex and spunk and he could see that Janine's face was sticky and moist. He kissed her and could taste Dave's cum.

Janine collapsed on the bed and recounted every last detail in extreme detail of her fucking from Dave. In no time at all she was again on all fours and her abused fanny was again being fucked. Chris was so turned on that he and Janine fucked and fucked as Janine dropped more information about the fucking she had been given. Until once again her pussy was being filled with yet more spunk.

They collapsed and Chris leaned over and kissed the sticky spunked face of his wife.

"You're one hell of a welcoming host love."

An exhausted Janine was finally allowed to rest.



The Test



It was the test, the final exam for nearly one hundred supposed college level sophomores and juniors, each one dim-witted and washed out from too much studying. I offered several reviews for the test, but each one was meticulously scheduled to coincide with their other tests, so the turnout for each of the reviews was ridiculously low. Besides the reviews I also passed out a number of study guides during the last few classes, but, while the content of the study guide gave the student important information about the course they took, none of it covered what was on the test, the test that would be used to make up one hundred percent of the students' grades.

Fair? No it wasn't fair, nothing is fair and these students need to learn that fact, the sooner the better. Poor idealists, walking silently in to the slaughter, each one carrying a blue book, several pens and hopeful expressions. I watched as they walked into the lecture hall, each finding a seat, more or less in a handful of clusters.

After most had filed in I stood up and cried out, "Spread out, there is plenty of room. I want at least one seat in every direction between each student. Yes Hollins, that means you too."

I sat down while the students spread out, quietly leafing through the test, the test that would make or break most every student in the room. The test that I purposely made so convoluted and difficult that probably ninety percent of the students would fail. It was then, after they failed, that I could exert a bit of power on each of them. Give them a taste of the real world.

Funny, my eyes still hurt a bit from the strain of searching page after page of footnote, forward, afterward and appendix for test material. I don't even think I could pass the test and I wrote the text book for the class. Looking at my watch, I smiled, whispering to myself, "It won't be long now, my favorite part of this whole year."

I stood up, walked to the first row and handed out the stacks of the tests, letting the students figure out the best means of distribution. As the papers began shuffling around I spoke out loudly, "Turn the test face down until I tell you to start. Let me know when everyone has a test."

Sitting back down I prepared myself for the best moment of the term. "Does everyone have a test? Okay, you may begin," I said, watching up at the group trying to catch the expression on each and every student's face as they first looked at the test. Each year I would tell myself that I just had to set up a few video camera's so I could see even more, but each year I find myself too busy, either that or I simply forget. Either way, this year was as satisfying as any before, hell, several students actually moaned and for a moment I thought one woman was going to lose her lunch.

Of course in a little over two hours the stunned students then filed out one by one, each one asking about making an appointment to meet with me during my office hours. I made sure to jot down a few notes about each one, like say, "luscious lips," "a little heavy," "large breasts," "arrogant ass," "tight abs," and so on. I preferred the women, but if an occasionally guy looked proficient, I'd make a note of it.

Over the next few weeks I made sure to drop my bottle of Viagra into my briefcase and I spent time counseling, tutoring and doing what I could to help them work out a passing grade. If the student was unexceptional I usually had them write a detailed twenty page paper, a paper they had to finish before leaving campus for home. For the more exceptional students I offered a quicker, more exceptional way to pass.

For example, on the third appointment on the day after the test I saw I had scheduled the woman with the luscious lips. I made sure I took a Viagra some time before the appointment so when she walked in I was sufficiently ready to negotiate a solution to her dilemma.

"Ms. Halton, it appears you got a twenty two on the test," I said, gazing as her body responded to the stress.

"Yes, but I was hoping there was a curve."

"There is, but I'm afraid it doesn't curve that deep, especially after we had one student actually score a ninety two," (an overachieving, suck up, geek, I recalled). "So there is not much hope there," I said, standing up and moving from behind my desk. Just the prospect of feeling this woman's lips on my body had my cock hard and the way it poked out of my pants I am quite sure the student could see it.

She backed up a step and said, "I can't fail this course, but..."

"But what?"

"I don't know what you have in mind."

"It's a very simple task, especially for a woman of your generation. I must say I do enjoy your generation."

"Couldn't I just write a paper or something?"

"Well, this is the 'or something'," I said, leaning back and sitting on my desk.

"I don't..."

"Ms. Halton, you simply have to ask yourself if you want to pass or fail. You simply take a few moments of your time doing something I am sure you have done quite often..."

"What kind of a woman do you think I am?"

"It all depends, you are either a woman who passed my course or one who failed, there is no in between, no judgment here, you simply pass or fail."

"What grade do I get?" she asked, wincing some.

"Now that depends upon how good you are."

"So what exactly are you saying?"

"Well, if you were to tell me that you wanted to say, give me a blowjob as a thank you for the wonderful course I'd be happy to look a bit harder at the curve, perhaps sharpen my pencil. Of course if you are really good, then that curve might actually pull your grade up to a B."

"I tell you that I want to give you a blowjob in appreciation?"

"That's basically it, oh, just a moment though, let me rewind this," I said reaching into my pocket for my voice recorder.

"But I don't want to do that."

"Okay, well I'll just have to keep the curve as it is now. I thank you for your time and make sure you close..."

"Wait, you won't give me an opportunity to write a paper?"

"I could, but you know with a grade as low as yours I don't know if that would even pull your grade up enough."

"But the curve."

"Like I said, unless I find a glitch in the curve..."

"But you said you could work it out."

"Only if you..."

"What if I said I was going to talk to the dean?"

"I have a recording of our conversation, edited of course, but even if you do talk to the dean, you did fail the test."

"Okay, okay, tell me what you want."

"Simply tell me how you appreciated the course and that you'd like to do something special for me, I think that should work," I said, getting my recorder ready.

"I'd like to thank you for the course this semester and want to do something to show my appreciation."

"You are most welcome my dear," I replied, unzipping my zipper. I then eased my cock out of my pants and watched as she kneeled down. Closing my eyes I could just picture her full lips closing down over the head of my cock, almost feeling her tongue sliding underneath. And I could picture the look in her face when I came, spurting my cum into her mouth, seeing her carefully swallow every drop.

She had rested her hands on my thighs and I expected her to have a hold of my cock by now so I whispered to her, "You can start any time now."

"I don't think so," she said.

"But Ms. Halton, we've been through all that haven't we," I said, opening my eyes. I looked down and saw her still kneeling, her hands on my thighs and said, "Well go on girl..."

"Dr. Langham!" I heard from behind her, it was the Dean. I looked up and saw the Dean along with one campus policeman and two city policemen.

Quickly sliding down off the desk, I turned and slipped my cock back into my pants and zipped up. Turning back to the men I said, "Now everyone, this can be explained. It was completely consensual, she merely wanted to show her appreciation for the course. I have it her actually, on my voice recorder. Listen, you'll see."

"Don't worry about that Dr. Langham," the Dean said sternly, "we have our own recording."

I watched in amazement as Ms. Halton pulled a voice recorder from her purse which was sitting on the desk beside me. She had recorded every word.

"But this is a big misunderstanding, I can explain..."

"Save it for later," the Dean said as Ms. Halton slipped past him. "Now I think this police officer has something to explain to you."

One of the city policemen stepped forward and began, "You have the right to..."

I remained silent as they clamped the handcuffs on my wrists and let me out. The policeman's words now seemed to echo in the hallway as he continued informing me of my rights while we walked out of the building. Once in the police car I spotted Ms. Halton. She surprised me, I figured she might flip me off like most students in her position would have, instead she looked a me and shook her head in pity.

If only she knew... 



The Test



Rose Gowan wipes the sweat drops coating her forehead after her long trek from her dorm building to the tall, research building in the scorching hot sun. She glances to the building, and her jaw drops upon the building's very high tech and modern look. The building is one of the research buildings owned by her university, and she is here because she is a participant for some science experiment. 

A while back, Rose had seen the ad for the research project on one of the bulletin boards in the university center. The ad had said that two graduate students were looking for a female student to be a part of an experiment. The ad also had in bold that the participant would be paid. Being a poor college student, Rose had been psyched about getting some extra pocket money, and she immediately called to set up an appointment.

So now, Rose stands before this sky scraper wondering how a college like hers could afford for such an expensive building in the first place. She nervously bites her lips as she recalls the frightening dream she had last night where she was strapped down to a chair while shady-looking scientists were coming at her with needles and saws. 

"That's nonsense. I am just recalling those bogus science experiments from movies," Rose says shaking her head to get rid of the bad feeling.

Taking a deep breath and bucking up some courage, Rose walks confidently into the building. After walking through the glass doors, she finds herself in a sheer, white room with comfy looking chairs lining the far right wall, coffee tables with magazines scattered on them, and a coffee pot on one of the coffee tables. She scans the room until her eyes land on a gray reception desk and walks towards the desk.

"Hello, I am a participant for a research project." 

A woman with graying hair and glasses looks up from playing solitaire on her computer. She gives Rose a critical once over before rolling to another desk and retrieving a white binder. 

"What research are you here for?" the woman says in an indifferent tone

"Um, I believe it is a biology research experiment with Kyle Long and Gary Taylor." 

The woman looks down a list before calling out and looking up in question, "Rose Gowan?"

"Y..yes, that's me."

"May I please see your student ID for verification?" Rose hands her the ID.

"Hmm, okay. Please, sign here, and go to room 415." 

The woman roughly shoves the binder to Rose who makes some sort of scribble with her name. She turns to thank the old woman, but she has already gone back to play with her solitaire.

Rose gets on the elevator to head to the 4th floor. She closes her eyes and tries calming her racing heart as the fear from before creeps back. The elevator dings letting her know that she has reached her floor, and she steps out of the elevator to come face to face with the door of room 415. She takes a deep breath before knocking on the door. The door knob turns and the door is opened ajar. From the other side of the door, an Asian guy sticks his head out staring at her with a pissed look.

"Yes?" he says in a very anal-like tone.

"Hi, I am Rose Gowan. I am here for the research project."

"Ah, my partner spoke to you. Please, please come in," The guy opens the door wider and lets her in, and then quickly closes the door right after her.

"My name is Kyle Long. I am a grad student working on my doctorate in biology. My partner, Gary Taylor, is also a grad student trying to get his doctorate in biochemistry. Usually for research experiments run by students, we would need a professor to be our mentor, but since we have outstanding marks, we are able to do this experiment independently."

"So, Mr. Long, what is your research project all about?"

"Our research experiment is to discover a medicine for a woman with dysmenorrhea."

"Dysmeno-what?" Rose says boggled by the medical terminology

"Dysmenorrhea. You know, painful menstrual discharge?" Kyle asks as if talking to a simpleton.

"Oh."

"We have created a liquid that could possibly be the one. For today, you will be filling out some paper work, and then we will administer the liquid to you. You will take the liquid orally which Gary is preparing for you in the lab. This is a month long project so I expect to see you every Saturday of this month unless otherwise. Are we clear on this?"

"Yes, Mr. Long."

"Please, just call me Kyle."

"Alright, M...uh...Kyle."

"Good. Let's head into the lab."

Kyle leads Rose through a brown fire-resistant wooden door and into the lab part of the research room. In the lab, there is another guy donning a white lab coat with goggles over his eyes. He stares pensively at a small beaker on a metal screen on top of a tripod being heated by a Bunsen burner. The small beaker is filled half way with some white substance.

"Gary, the participant is here," Kyle says walking to the lab bench to take over for Gary who steps back to glance over at Rose. He smiles warmly at her and steps forward taking his right hand out of a glove.

"Hi, miss, my name as you may have heard from my partner is Gary Taylor. Thank you for participating in our research. I am sure Kyle here has gone through with you the specifics," Gary says shaking Rose's hand.

Rose nods and stares dumbly at the difference between Gary and Kyle's personalities. "Y..yes."

"Good good. Here," Gary reaches into a drawer and pulls out a packet of paper. "These are demographic and consent forms which will be your agreement that you will not tell anybody else about this product and other liability stuff."

Rose thought about it carefully before filling out her information and signing the forms. She hands the packet back to Gary. Gary smiles and goes back to rummage in the drawer again and this time pulls out a green journal. 

"Alright, thank you very much for participating in this research. We greatly appreciate it. Please, write down your experiences with the product, any symptoms like fatigue, and any other changes in this journal for each day of the week. Also, here are some questions that we would like for you to fill out in the journal now" Gary hands her a sheet with 8 questions on it. Rose nods and begins answering the questions..

Questions on the Paper

1. What is your name? Rose Gowan 2. What is your age? 20 3. Are you in college? What year? Yes, Junior year 4. Your height 5'4 5. Your weight 127

6. Your bust size 7. Are you sexually active? 8. If yes, last time you had intercourse? If no, do you masturbate and the last time?

Rose stares blankly at questions 6 to 8 before saying, "Um, about questions 6 to 8, do I have to answer those?"

"That information is pertinent for our study," Kyle says in his anal voice again

"How is it...?"

"Look, this is a research project. Something that grown-ups like Gary and I do. If you are not going to be mature about it, then I suggest you leave," Kyle says as snooty as possible. .

Feeling bad and humiliated, Rose write down the answers for 6 to 8 not wanting the two research students to think low of her. '6) 32 A, 7) No, & 8) Yes, I masturbate. 3 weeks ago.'

"Okay, done."

"Alright, please drink this," Gary says holding up a beaker filled with the milky, white substance.

Rose takes the beaker in her hand and stares curiously as the contents. She takes a deep breath and tips the contents of the beaker into her mouth like the shot glass. It did not taste bad a little sugary sweet but not bad.

"How do you feel?" Gary asks

"I feel fine."

"Alright, here's your check for helping us, today."

Rose stares wide eye at the amount given written to her. "5..500 dollars? For just downing this product?" 

"Why yes.. this is a rather expensive and important project. This research done on participants in this building are always well-compensated for their time and travel. Is it too little?" Gary says.

"N..no. It is fine. Thank you," Rose pockets the check.

"Ok, remember to write in your journal about any changes because this is highly important. Gary or I will call you sometime this week to check up on you, too. For now, have a great week," Kyle says and ushers Rose quickly out the door. 

"Uh, b..bye!" Rose says from being herded out so quickly.



The Test



My daughter wanted to start dating this kid named Kyle. She met him in her Ceramic Arts class, at the community college. Naturally I wanted to meet this Kyle, and make sure that he would be a good choice for my precious little Princess.

After a few weak protestations from my daughter, she agreed to set up a meeting. That Friday afternoon, I met Kyle at the coffee shop near the campus. He looked a little weird, with spiky hair and a gangly body, but these days I suppose that's considered "normal."

He saw me wave him over to the table and came over to sit down. "Your Mr. Grant, right?" he asked.

"That's right," I said, offering my hand. He shook it and took his seat.

We chatted idly over a couple of cappuccinos for a few minutes. He explained that he had a job, didn't get into drugs, and was basically and honest kid. Then I turned the conversation toward the topic I was most interested in...

"So, Kyle," I said, lowering my voice, "have you had sex with my little girl?"

The kid nearly choked on his coffee. "Uh, no," he said, "not yet."

"I see," I said, grunting. "And why not?" I asked, looking him in the eye.

He seemed puzzled. "Sir?"

I glanced around, making a show of checking for eavesdroppers. "Confidentially," I said in a low voice, "if I were you, I would have fucked the shit out of her, by now." I took a casual sip of my cappuccino, leaning back in my chair.

Kyle shook visibly, as he considered his response. "This is a test, isn't it?"

"Hm? A test?" I said, innocently. "Why would I do that?"

Kyle leaned forward, glaring at me. "Don't jerk me around, Mr. G! Why else would you make such a strange comment?" He sat back. "I haven't had sex with Marcie," he stated flatly. "I haven't had sex with anyone for two months." He lowered his eyes and sipped his drink.

I leaned forward, resting my elbows on the table. "You poor kid," I said. "What's wrong, don't women find you exciting?" He looked up with a questioning look in his eyes. "Your not gay, are you?"

"Look, Mr. Grant," said Kyle, "this is getting kind of weird." He stood up. "If you don't want me to date your daughter, just say so."

I stood up and tossed a few bills on the table as the teenager stood fuming. I turned to him and chuckled lightly. "Relax, my boy," I said. "Come with me. Let's go for a drive." I put an arm on his shoulder and led the boy out to my car.

We drove around the campus and the nearby park, as we talked. I told Kyle that, yes, in a way, I had been testing him. "However," I explained, "there is something I need to know."

"What's that, Mr. G?"

"Would you think me a monster, if I told you that I had sexual fantasies about Marcie?"

Kyle hesitated before responding. "Not really," he said. "She is a really hot girl... I guess that would be natural." Then he asked, "Have you?"

"Well," I answered, "as you said, it's only natural. She is a hot girl." I turned into the parking lot of the park. We got out and went to sit at the bench by the duck pond. I continued, "Ever since my wife left, I have been having these dreams... About Marcie."

"Oh, I see," said Kyle. "So, you haven't been getting any, since your wife left?"

"Put flatly, yes," I said, frowning at the boy. "I haven't been 'getting any'." I told Kyle about my sexual fantasies regarding Marcie, and he listened carefully. "So, you see, Kyle," I went on, "what I want to know is; would you mind if I peeked in, when you and Marcie, you know, did it...?"

"Wow," the boy said. "I've never had a father ask that before." He seemed to consider my request. "I guess that would be okay."

"Good," I said, slapping the boy's leg. I stood up, heading back to the car. "Of course, Marcie must not know about this. It'll be our little secret."

Kyle fell in step beside me and asked, "So, when do you want to do this? ...and where?"

"Tonight," I said, opening the car door. "I can come over to your place. Just give me the address, and your cell number." We drove back to the campus, where I dropped Kyle off at class. "Don't forget," I said, putting my finger to the side of my nose, "Mum's the word."

Kyle waved and walked away, slinging his book bag over his shoulder. I drove home feeling a sense of exhilaration. I could feel my dick getting hard, just anticipating the upcoming event. When I got home, I changed into my bathrobe and sat in my big comfy chair with a beer. My mind wandered into another sexual fantasy.

I imagined Marcie, coming home from school and finding me sitting in my favorite chair. She came to me and sat in my lap. As she gave me a big, wet kiss, I ran my hand up her thigh, only to discover that she wore no panties under her short skirt.

I stroked myself as I imagined fingering Marcie's wet little hole. She stopped kissing me long enough to remove her T-shirt, exposing her pert little breasts. I sucked a tiny nipple into my mouth as I continued to explore her shaved mound. My daughter moaned, "Oh, Daddy... I wish you would put that big tool of yours in my..."

The doorbell rang, jerking me out of the fantasy. Cursing and tying my bathrobe, I went to the door. "What is it?" I barked at the young man standing outside.

Startled, the delivery boy held out a brown sack with dark stains around the bottom. "You order Chinese food?" he said, cautiously.

"No," I said curtly, slamming the door. I opened the door and yelled, "Boy!" When he returned, looking scared, I asked, "What have you got there?"

He looked at the delivery slip and said, "Kung Pao Chicken and a side of Egg Rolls."

"Screw whoever ordered it," I said, turning to grab my wallet. "I'll take it." I shoved a wad of bills in the boy's hand, and took the bag. I closed the door as he began to protest.

Later that evening, I got a call from Kyle. He told me that he and Marcie were at a club and that I should go to his apartment. He had hidden a spare key so I could go inside and find a good hiding place from which to watch as he and Marcie consummated their relationship.

I arrived and found the key under a potted geranium. My heart raced as I poked around Kyle's apartment looking for a hiding place. Kyle said he planned on taking Marcie into his bedroom for a little standard action, so I found a spot in his closet where, with the door cracked slightly, I had a good view of the bed.

I heard the door open and Kyle and Marcie laughing and chatting. From the sounds, they were making coffee and poking around in the kitchen. I settled in, listening to the idle chatter and waiting for Kyle to get around to suggesting they move to the bedroom. There were footsteps coming near the closet door, then Kyle's face appeared.

"Mr. G.," he whispered, "I wondered if you'd be here..."

"What's the holdup?" I whispered back.

"Nothing," he replied, "I just wanted to check you out before I..." He jerked a thumb toward the bed.

"Well, get on with it," I urged, waving a hand. "I'm starting to get a cramp." I reached into my pocket and pulled out a scarf that I'd brought. "Take this. Put it over Marcie's eyes. Tell her it's a sex game, or whatever..."

Kyle looked at the scarf with a puzzled expression, which changed to a sly smile. "Right," he said. "Add a little excitement..."

"Yes, yes," I said impatiently, "now get to it!"

After that, it got pretty quiet. The sounds I could make out indicated that the young couple was "necking" on the couch. When I heard my little girl moaning, I knew Kyle was making his move. My cock started to throb as the moaning increased and I heard them grappling at each other. Then they moved into the bedroom.

I saw glimpses of the pair as they passed in front of the closet door. At one point, Marcie pushed the door, almost closing it. I silently cursed and pushed carefully at the door to restore my view. They were naked and had just climbed into bed. Marcie started to pull the covers up, but Kyle insisted they "do it" in the open.

The boy wasted no time in getting his face into Marcie's crotch. She moaned as his head bobbed up and down over her pussy. I could imagine my own tongue lapping at her young pink lips, tickling her nubbin of a clit... Oh, how my cock throbbed! I unzipped my pants and began stroking myself, as Kyle worked his way up Marcie's torso, kissing her stomach, then her perky little breasts.

I thought maybe he had forgotten about the blindfold, but before they got any further, he talked my daughter into allowing him to put it on her. This was the part of my plan I had not discussed with Kyle. I pushed the door further open and pulled down my pants, standing in the open doorway, naked from the waist down.

Kyle had Marcie by the knees, holding them up as he plowed his young cock into her pussy. With the blindfold in place, I no longer needed to hide in the closet. And Marcie would not notice if someone took Kyle's place...

I took off my shirt and stood behind Kyle, watching as his big, young cock slid in and out of Marcie's vagina. I knelt down to get a better view, stroking my own cock in time with Kyle's thrusts. Marcie squealed with delight as he pumped vigorously on. Then I stood and moved around to where he could see me.

He gave me a questioning look, pausing in his attention to duty. I made a shushing gesture, then pointed at Marcie. He didn't understand, so I pointed back and forth between her and myself. Kyle's expression turned to astonishment. I was afraid he would blow everything, right then.

Marcie groaned, "Kyle, what's wrong? Why did you stop?"

I made another gesture, and Kyle said, "Nothing's wrong. I just want to try something else. Turn over, and let's do it doggie-style, okay?"

"Sure," said Marcie, turning over on the bed.

As she was turning over, I pulled Kyle back, once more admonishing him to be silent. I then climbed up on the bed, right behind Marcie's sweet little ass. I felt my heart pounding rapidly in my chest as I grabbed her firm cheeks. Knowing she was expecting her boyfriend, I quickly inserted my dick and began pumping my daughter's pussy.

"Oh! Kyle," said Marcie, "you've gotten bigger! Oh! Aah!"

I held Marcie's hips as I pumped away at her sweet, tight vagina. I was so hard, I thought I might cum right away. Fortunately, I was able to hold off my orgasm. I was finally living out one of my incestuous fantasies, fucking my own daughter! It didn't matter that she thought I was Kyle, as long as I got into her sweet pussy!

After a few minutes, I started fingering her anus, which made her squeal again. I gave Kyle, who stood on the side stroking himself, a meaningful look. His eyes widened in disbelief, but he said, "Marcie, honey... Can I... do it in your ass?"

Marcie gasped, then said, "Sure... yeah. Let's try it!"

I took my cock out of her pussy and spit into her little brown hole. Then I started to work the head of my cock into her anus. This brought about more squealing, as Marcie grabbed the sheets in her fists and pressed her face into the pillow. I pressed slowly forward, savoring the feel of her sphincter sliding up my cock and the warmth of her rectum.

Kyle stared, wide-eyed as I began pumping Marcie's ass. "Oh, shit!" he said aloud. He slapped his hand over his mouth, but it was too late.

Marcie heard Kyle's remark coming from the wrong direction. She pulled at the scarf, which covered her eyes and stared at Kyle. She craned her neck to see me, cock still pumping her ass, and she screamed, "Daddy!? Oh, my GOD!"

I felt an overpowering surge of energy as I dumped my huge load of cum in Marcie's ass. She screamed again, realizing that her father had just filled her ass with jism. Then I felt a different shuddering, as my daughter moaned loudly and gasped for air. I pulled my cock out of her soggy ass, and ran my fingers over her pussy.

Marcie'd had an orgasm just as I creamed her ass. I turned her over and crawled up to her face, which she had covered with a pillow. I pulled the pillow away, expecting her to be crying, or fuming with anger. She surprised me. When I pulled away the pillow, she was smiling broadly.

"Marcie, honey, I'm so sorry," I began. She put a finger on my lips.

"It's okay, Daddy," she whispered. She kissed me on the mouth, just as she had in my fantasy. "I've always dreamed of being fucked by my Daddy. I never thought it would actually come true." She kissed me again and reached a hand down to my cock. "It still feels hard, Daddy... Do you want to do it again?"

My heart jumped. I gave Marcie a kiss and said, "I think we should invite Kyle to join us. He looks a little... anxious."

Kyle sighed and sat on the bed. "Does this mean I've passed the test, Mr. G.?"

I laughed and smacked him on the shoulder. "It sure does, son. It sure does." 



The Test



Daisy sits on the toilet with a pregnancy test in her hand, reeling through her mind the events that have led up to this moment. At the moment she is not sure who the father is or how excited she should be. Tapping the side of her leg she looks up at her best friend and smiles.

"So let's work through it," Mariette says looking down at her. "Who have you been with lately?"

Daisy grins. "Are you sure this will help?"

Mariette laughs, "I want to know all the juicy details."

"Well okay..."

About four weeks ago I was with Tommy on the beach. We had spent the day swimming and just being with each other and then it got crazy. He convinced me to strip naked and go skinny dipping with him. I have to tell you it was pretty fun.

When we did get out of the water, he started tickling me. I got up and ran, but my giggling made it easy for him to get me. As he tackled me into the sand he rolled between my thighs. I could feel his hard cock brushing against my leg and I knew I wanted him. I leaned into him and kissed him hard and deep. He ran his cock along my slit until it slipped in. I could feel my pussy stretch to accommodate him.

His cock slid in deep, as far as it could go. Then he started to rhythmically thrust, penetrating my depths. I encircled my legs around his hips and began to rise to meet each thrust. "Oh fuck Tommy, this is so fucking good,' I moaned.

I felt my pussy walls constricting around his cock as he stretched me out. The width of his cock was just crazy and I strained to accommodate him.

Eventually I sped up thrusting against him. I wrapped my legs tighter around him as my hips pushed forward harder and harder. I felt my body tremble and I knew I was close to cumming. He kept thrusting vigorously as I exploded. My pussy contracted around his cock, just as his cock swelled up. Then like a gush I felt his cum spew into me, filling me up. Throb after throb I could feel his hot cum hit the back of my pussy. Oh my god it felt so good. The feeling of warm cum in you is just amazing.

When it was over, we lay there basking in the evening sun. He kissed my breasts and up my neck to my lips. It was one of my most memorable times with Tommy.

"He sure didn't last very long," Mariette says.

"He didn't have to," Daisy counters. "Though it was quick, it was amazing.

"So who else?" Mariette prompts. "Come on and don't leave anything out."

"Alright," Daisy says laughing. "Three weeks ago I had Kevin over to fix my garbage disposal."

"Kevin?" she asks shocked. "Kevin from high school?"

"Yeah after graduation he started working over at old man Higgins' appliance store."

So anyway, he had just got done with the repairs when I offered him some iced tea. He gulped it down and said, 'It's pretty hot in here.'

I winked at him. Yeah it was hot. That's because I turned the air conditioner off. But I told him something different. "Yeah it is. The air has been acting kind of funny.'

'Would you like me to look at it?' he asked.

I said, 'No. I'm having Sears bring out a new one this week.'

'Oh okay,' he said. He bent down to collect his tools and quickly I threw off my t-shirt. When he came back up, he was more than just shocked. 'Uh,' was all he could say.

I lifted my hand to play with my green laced bra strap. Slowly I unstrapped both side and pulled it down to expose my breasts to him. 'What are you waiting for?' I asked him

He is a quick learner let me tell you. I don't think I have ever seen a man move that fast. By the time he was undressed, so was I. He swiftly moved over to me and lifted me up onto the counter. His cock was already hard and long. It was thick, but not as thick as Tommy's.

He gently kissed me on my neck before moving up to my lips. As he is kissing me, I reached down to grab his cock and I began stroking it. I must have been jacking him off pretty hard because before I knew it, he spurted all over my pussy.

I didn't give him time to consider anything as I grabbed him and pulled him into me. For a brief second I felt his hardness pressed against me and then it was pushing past the folds of my pussy and in deep into me. I nearly screamed when he hit the back of my pussy. When I looked down he still had a couple inches left to go. I don't know how it happened, but I had an orgasm already. My juices spurt all over his cock. I was going wild.

He smiled and started thrusting in and out of me. His hands worked my breasts, massaging them and occasionally I felt a pinch of my nipples. After a few minutes of sensuality he starts fucking me harder and harder, until he's like a wild animal. In, out, in, out, his cock thrusts. Harder and harder with each thrust and soon I feel my pussy contract and my juices spraying out all over his stomach.

I grabbed his ass, pulling him in each time he pulled away. My body was trembling, but I didn't want him to stop. I wanted to feel his hot cum fill me up. Then like a tense eruption, his cock bursts, flooding my insides. He had so much cum that it filled me up and a bit pushed out past his cock. I was amazed by just how much he had.

"Well there's the problem Daisy, you don't use protection and you have them all cum in you."

Daisy smiles, "Well I can't help that I like the feeling of being cummed in, can I?"

"I guess you're right," Mariette says. "I like the way it feels too."

"See you are a dirty girl to," she accuses.

Mariette laughs. "So I am. Is that all of them?"

Daisy grins. "No there is also my boss."

"You're boss Rudy? How?"

"Well I was leaving work a couple weeks ago when Rudy came over to my desk..."

'That was an excellent presentation you gave,' he said.

He stood right over me, so close I could smell his aftershave. Rudy is so fucking hot, I've thought about banging him since I started working there.

'You keep this up and there is a promotion waiting for you,' he said. 'Well I got to get home to the wife. Will you wrap things up here?'

As an answer I reached up and grabbed his jacket and pulled him down for a kiss. He broke away and said, 'I don't think I should do this. I am a married man after all.'

'Rudy,' I said. 'You're going to take me here and now.' I wasn't giving him an option. I wanted this man and I was going to get him.

I could see him thinking it over. It didn't take long and quickly he was reaching under my shirt to unclasp my bra. The straps went slack and he pushed my shirt and bra up and over my breasts. He stepped back to take a look at them and quickly pulled off his shirt. I tossed my shirt and bra to the side.

Rudy' hands explored my breasts while mine felt the hardness of his body. They moved lower, reaching the waist of his pants. I twisted my body slightly to allow my hands to unfasten his pants button. He helped push his pants down after I unzipped him.

Rudy pressed his cock, which was growing pretty quickly into me. I felt it through my jeans. I ran my hands up and down his gorgeous body as his cock continued to press into me. I lifted my body up slightly and he went to work unzipping them and pulling them off, panties and all. When he settled back against me, I felt his cock against my stomach. It felt so hot and hard and ready. I wanted it more than anything.

'Take me Rudy,' I ordered him.

His hands reach around, grabbing my hips and he guided his cock over my pussy. I spread my legs open wider for him. Looking into my eyes, he reached a hand between us to guide his cock into my pussy. I groaned when his cockhead brushed against my lips before slipping into me.

I grabbed onto his shoulders and his hands returned to my hips. He leaned forward, forcing me back onto my desk. With a slow rhythm, he began thrusting in and out. Each time he thrust in, I could feel him go deeper and more easily than the last. His cock felt so good in me.

I could feel my insides slowly part as his cock inched its way deeper inside me. I was opening wider and wider with each push. His cock made me feel so full. The feelings flowing over me caused my tension to subside and I felt him suddenly slide all of the way into me.

He lifted his head up to give my lips a kiss. His hands lifted my hips up slightly to slide out of me. I felt almost sad for a brief moment. I wanted him in me and not out. Then he slipped his cock back in slowly, burying it deep into my depths and I let out a long moan.

With every stroke out I felt loss, but when he entered again I felt so full. My body began moving on its own rhythm as he had his. It's like my body wanted him deeper inside. Each thrust made my pussy feel tighter and tighter and I could feel my orgasm building inside me.

I knew when he was ready to cum. I felt him squeeze tightly to me, forcing his cock in as deep as it could go. Then it twitched and burst his hot cum deep into me. I squirmed in pleasure, grinding my pussy against him, encouraging his cock to pumps all it could into me. The feeling of being filled up and the grinding of my clit against his pelvis was enough to make me erupt. My pussy forced its juices out past his cock to spray his balls and legs, even the carpet beneath us.

"Have you done him since?" Mariette asks.

Daisy frowns and says, "Unfortunately no. He said his wife was a little too curious when he went home. Apparently he smelled like my pussy."

Mariette laughs causing Daisy to follow suit. After a good long minute of laughter Mariette looks down at Daisy's hand and says pointing, "Look."

Daisy looks down at the test, the line had turned positive.



The Test



I consider myself to be one lucky girl! 

My parents are wonderful people who did everything they could to raise their kids to engage the world in an energetic, self-confident way. My brother and I didn't know it at the time, but both my parents went the extra mile to be sure we lived in an environment that cultivated our self-esteem. Not the "every kid gets a prize" mentality that too often exists today, but an atmosphere of high expectations and the support and love necessary to reach them. In the final analysis, my parent's strategy worked pretty well. I ended up sailing through college and law school and was just named the youngest female partner in our firm.

Fortunately, my luck wasn't limited to academic pursuits. Let's just say attracting guys has never been one of my problems. My looks work well in the courtroom or the bed room. In addition, I watch my diet and work out at least five times a week so my body is lean and athletic. The only thing I'd change is my breasts. It took until my twenties to realize there would be no growing out of my barely A sized cups. On the plus side, my nipples are deliciously sensitive and I've discovered to my amazement that lots of guys actually prefer bodies like mine. In fact, that's what brings me to the start of my story.

I work near the top of a tall building so end up spending my share of time in an elevator. Mostly I just zone out during these rides, but I began to notice a very attractive guy (with no wedding ring) checking me out. At first I chalked it up to my imagination (and possibly a bit of wishful thinking) but after a few encounters I was convinced he was stealing glances at my subtle curves. 

Luck was with me one Friday afternoon when my anonymous admirer and I found ourselves alone in the elevator. I didn't have any plans and decided to take a chance.

"Excuse me. I may be way off base here, but have I been picking up some kind of vibes from you?"

Turns out he had an incredibly engaging smile.

"It's that obvious, huh?"

By the time we got to the lobby we'd exchanged names and occupations (he's a financial adviser) and decided to have a drink.

One drink led to another and then another until we found ourselves in a quiet booth over dinner and a bottle of wine. I really liked this guy. He was happily divorced with no kids, had a great sense of humor, and shared my views on politics, religion and movies. The more we talked, the hornier I got. A relationship with a guy in my building could be risky, but I decided to take a chance and invited him to my condo. Not surprisingly, he took the bait and we walked the four blocks together.

We were well into another bottle of wine and had split a joint when we found ourselves engaged in a sensuous kiss. Our tongues explored each other as my body melted into his. His hand found its way to one of my breasts and caressed it longingly. I don't wear a bra (why would I?) and we both felt my nipple respond. Unbeknownst to him, so did the inner recesses of my body. He gazed directly into my eyes, undid the buttons and very slowly opened my blouse. He wore an adoring expression as he made love to my contours with his eyes. 

Shifting his stare back to me he said, "Your breasts are exquisite. I've been yearning to see them since the first time I saw you. My obsession got even worse when you showed up one day without your jacket and I realized you don't wear a bra. You have no idea how much you turn me on."

"Something told me you were a tiny tit man," I said with a smile. "Do you really like them?"

"'Like' doesn't do it justice. I have an absolute infatuation with small breasts; especially very small ones like yours. There's something viscerally compelling that I can't put my finger on. Maybe it's got something to do with innocence or vulnerability. Whatever it is, nothing in a woman excites me more. And everything about yours are unbelievable – fashion model size and shape, irresistible firmness and perfect nipples. I could savor them forever."

The gentle caresses resumed as he kissed my nipples and fondled them with his tongue. The idea of being so thoroughly appreciated for the only part of my body I'm ashamed of was profoundly touching.

"Why don't we move to the bedroom?" I suggested.

After leisurely undressing one another, we found ourselves in a slow, tantalizing embrace. He was taking his time and I relished the feelings of warmth and sexual energy. He continued to make love to my breasts with his soft touch and sensuous mouth. I'd never felt so cherished. After just the right amount of time, his caresses wandered down my flat stomach just to the edge of my neatly trimmed sparse pubes.

I thought about simply letting him make love to me, but I'd made a deal with myself that I just couldn't break.

I took a deep breath and said, "I love what we're doing, but I need to tell you something before we go any farther."

"OK."

He probably thought I was HIV positive or something, but fortunately that wasn't it.

"I've had some really bad experiences with insensitive jerks that were only interested in a quick fuck and then couldn't wait to escape. Times like those make me feel used, angry and turned off. I finally figured out a way to avoid such experiences and made a promise to myself always use it with a new guy. It's sort of a litmus test."

Understandably, he was looking at me with a puzzled expression.

"The promise I made to myself was that I wouldn't have sex unless the guy's first willing to masturbate to orgasm while I watch. The kind of guy who'll expose himself in such a personal, vulnerable way almost assuredly has the sensitivity and self-confidence I'm looking for in a partner. Besides, some guys actually find it more erotic than regular sex – especially if they haven't done it in front of anyone before."

"Don't you think I've got the qualities you're looking for?"

"Please don't be offended. I really think you do. It's just that I made this promise and if I broke it I'd never trust myself again. But, there's more. When I say I'll be watching, I mean I'll be REALLY watching. Some guys just go through the motions so they can get laid. I need guys who appreciate why I need them to confront the shame and embarrassment that goes with admitting to me that they still masturbate.

"So how do you tell if the guy's just faking?"

"I watch and evaluate every minute detail – even things he has no control over. I watch what part of his body he touches first, how long it takes him to get aroused and the quality of his erection. I blatantly judge its size and shape. I like to think about what he's thinking as he presents it to me. I carefully observe the technique he uses to stimulate himself. Not only how he touches his penis, but whether he includes other parts of his body like his nipples, testes, scrotum or anus. I look to see whether precum appears and whether he interacts with it. I try to tell when the very first stage of his orgasm begins and I monitor its progress. I observe his breathing, perspiration and heartbeat.

I imagine what he's fantasizing about as his body gets hotter. I watch to see if he pauses to delay his orgasm, and I count the number of times if he does. I try to pinpoint the exact moment he decides to go over the edge and when he actually reaches that point by the intensity of his stroking and the retraction of his testicles. And of course, I focus laser attention on his ejaculation. I count the number of emissions and note the forcefulness with which they emerge. I notice how long he continues his stroking after no more semen comes out. I assess the detailed properties of his ejaculate – the volume, consistency, color and smell. I try to imagine how he feels about himself just afterwards – pride, shame, embarrassment or perhaps satisfaction. I watch how he cleans up his mess; and most importantly, I judge his demeanor to me knowing that I've been watching his performance so intently."

"So how many times have you delivered that little speech?"

I couldn't tell if he was pissed, excited or just curious.

"Oh, a few I guess," trying to be ambiguous.

"And what kind of response do you usually get?"

"It varies. Some guys look at me like I'm demented and head for the hills. Some guys are disgusted and also make a quick getaway. As I've said, some guys try to beat the system by faking it, and they can be pretty nasty when I reject them. But more guys than you think are willing, or even eager, to go along. I'm really hoping you're one of them."

The smile on his face made his decision clear.

"I've got some lotion if you need it."

"That's OK."

He positioned his pillow against the headboard and leaned back. A plain cotton sheet was covering our bodies and he inched it down his muscular chest to just above his pubic area. This maneuver exposed my breasts; but I didn't protest. He uncovered the rest of his body by moving the sheet from his side of the bed to mine. My body remained half covered, but his was totally exposed. I appreciated this approach.

He spent a long time just looking at my breasts, and I was amazed that his penis began to respond. He started lightly touching the length of his body from his toes to his forehead while stealing sideways glances at my chest – and its hardening nipples. The full body stimulation continued but he began to devote more attention to his abdomen and inner thighs. His erection now appeared to be complete.

Things got more serious when he began to very, very lightly touch his scrotum. He was barely making contact with the sensitive skin, but it was obvious that he relished the feeling. He also lightly explored his anal opening with a fingertip, but didn't probe inside. The erection that I thought was at full strength a moment before grew. The size and shape was perfect – large enough but not intimidating. His knees were raised and he spread his legs wider to put himself on full display. He lifted his butt off the bed and thrust his hips forward – preening his beautiful erection for me. I was slippery wet.

Finally, he applied direct stimulation to his genitals. I was intrigued with his technique, which I had not seen before. He encircled the base of his penis with one hand and moved it down his length, stimulating the underside of his glans with his fingers as they passed by. As the first hand neared completion of its journey, the second began a similar path. This alternating action resulted in near continuous stimulation of what I assumed was his most sensitive area. I thought it was cute. It also occurred to me that such a technique wouldn't work well on someone who hadn't been circumcised. 

This stroking continued for some time. Occasionally he paused to fondle his testes and anus as he had done earlier. After a long time he switched to a more traditional masturbatory technique – forming a ring with the thumb and forefinger of his right hand and using it to stroke the same sensitive area. His breathing was deepening and his excitement growing.

A single dollop of precum emerged and clung to his opening. He ignored it for a while but then grasped his shaft with his left hand and used his other fingers to spread it over the underside of his head with firm circular motions. This intense stimulation seemed to increase his desire. He switched back to his one-handed method and it was obvious that he was getting close. Abruptly he stopped rubbing while the threat of an orgasm passed. I wondered what he was thinking. He repeated this process four more times before he could no longer resist. He resumed his two-handed technique with increased determination. His stroking became a frenzied blur and his scrotum tightened against his body, which told me he'd reached the threshold of inevitability.

After a few moments of ecstasy, a beautiful white rainbow presented itself in an impressive display of virility. It was quickly followed by a second of even greater intensity. I counted six strong emissions and two weaker ones before the final bit of liquid emerged gently and dribbled down his glans. He milked out the last drops and wiped them off the back of his hand onto his drenched chest.

There was a satisfied smile on his face and his eyes remained closed for a few moments while he relished the experience. When they reopened he looked at me inquiringly and smiled as if he had been struck by an interesting thought. He gathered some of the semen that was pooled on his chest and spread it tenderly over one of my nipples. There was plenty left to complete the task. Then he pulled tissues from the box next to my bed and began cleaning up his mess. I couldn't wait to fuck his brains out.

"That was beautiful," I whispered.

There was no need to tell him that he'd aced my test.

"I'm guessing you've done that before," I said with a smile. "How often do you masturbate?"

"I've been it doing a lot more often than usual since seeing you; but still not as much as the once a day or more routine I followed when I was 18."

I couldn't believe he was using me to think about during his masturbation sessions.

"How important is it to you?"

"I can't imagine not doing it. It's an essential, healthy part of my life. I certainly don't feel guilty or ashamed. Nevertheless, I've never admitted it to my friends."

"I was intrigued by the way you used two hands to stroke yourself. It's not something I've seen before. How long have you done it that way?"

"It's what came to me instinctively when I first taught myself. They say most guys stumble on a technique that works for them and stick with it. I guess I'm no exception."

"What were you thinking about while you were doing it?"

"Your little test fulfilled one of my favorite masturbation fantasies. I like to think about doing it while someone watches. The erotic nature of openly doing something considered so "forbidden" makes me buzz with excitement. And when that someone turned out to be you – the beautiful woman with storybook breasts I've been masturbating to for weeks – it's even more exciting. I was reveling in that feeling and savoring the thrill of your watching and judging me so intently."

"I loved watching you do it, and you had one of the most beautiful orgasms I've ever seen. It's probably obvious to you, but I can't wait to feel you inside of me."

"Oh really? Do you think I'll just fuck any girl that comes along? I've had some really bad experiences with insensitive babes that were only interested in a quick fuck and then couldn't wait to escape. Times like those make me feel used, angry and turned off. I finally figured out a way to avoid such experiences and made a promise to myself always to use it with a new girl. Would you like to hear what it is?"

He said this with an impish grin, and I knew I was had.

"I suppose so," I managed to say with a straight face.

"The promise I made to myself was that I wouldn't have sex unless the girl's first willing to masturbate to orgasm while I watch. The kind of woman who'll expose herself in such a personal, vulnerable way almost assuredly has the sensitivity and self-confidence I'm looking for in a partner. Besides, some girls actually find it more erotic than regular sex – especially if they haven't done it in front of anyone before."

"Is there anything else?"

"Yes, there is. Believe it or not, some girls try to fool me by faking an orgasm just to get a quick fuck. The only way I can weed them out is to watch the process intently and evaluate every minute detail – even things she has no control over. I watch what part of her body she touches first, and how long it takes her to get aroused. I blatantly judge her genitals. I note whether she's shaved and how well groomed her pubic hair is if she hasn't. I examine the appearance of her labia and whether the inner lips are smooth and compact or puffy and protrude around her opening. I consider her clitoris and whether it's visible under its sheath. I judge the color and wetness of her vagina, and of course the fragrance it emits. 

I like to think about what she's thinking as she presents it to me. I look for the appearance of arousal fluid and whether she interacts with it. I carefully observe the technique she uses to stimulate herself. Not only how she touches her vaginal area, but whether she includes her nipples, perineum or anus. I notice whether she inserts one or more fingers, and how she uses them to stimulate herself. I observe the technique she uses on her clitoris – whether she uses direct or indirect contact and whether she rubs it using circular or up-and-down motions.

I try to tell when the very first stage of her orgasm begins and I monitor its progress. I observe her breathing, perspiration and heartbeat. I imagine what she's fantasizing about as her body gets hotter. I watch to see if she pauses to delay her orgasm, and I count the number of times if she does. I try to pinpoint the exact moment she decides to go over the edge and when she actually reaches that point by the intensity of her stroking or pumping. And of course, I focus laser attention on her orgasm. I look for distention of her nipples and areola. I count the number and forcefulness of her vaginal contractions and whether she ejaculates. I notice how long she continues to apply stimulation when they subside. I watch whether she grooms herself afterwards; and most importantly, her demeanor to me knowing that I've been watching her performance so intently."

I'd have been amused, had I not been so aroused. No one had turned the tables on me before, and I was unbelievably excited by the prospect of masturbating for him – especially after such an erotic description.

"You think you're pretty clever, don't you?"

"So do you want to move forward, or am I going to have to leave right now?" he said with a knowing smile.

I propped a pillow against the headboard as he had done and began the show. I mimicked the way he stimulated his body by beginning with my feet, torso and face. Gradually, my caresses moved to my flat stomach, belly button and outer thighs. When I couldn't wait any longer, I moved to my inner thighs. The feeling was electric. Arousal fluid was leaking onto the sheets and I let myself feel proud about it. As I mentioned, my nipples are super sensitive and stimulating them has always been an important part of my masturbatory experiences. My areolas become mounded when my nipples are fully erect, as they were now, and I hoped my observer was pleased. At last I allowed myself to touch them; and the feeling was breathtaking. I thought of the way he kissed and sucked them and imagined him doing it now. I could easily have given myself an orgasm by continuing these caresses, but I had other plans.

My fingertips started anew at my ankles and worked their way up my inner thighs until they approached my vaginal opening. I caressed the area in a leisurely fashion until it was time to move on. Very, very lightly the tips of my fingers moved up and down my slit. I was careful not to touch my clitoris directly. My knees were raised and I spread my legs, giving better access to my fingers as they opened my body for his inspection. The fragrance of my juices permeated the room.

I explored the area between my inner and outer lips; moving up and down both sides of my opening with the fingertips of my hands. This action provided indirect stimulation to my clitoris but I was not yet ready for anything more serious. The fact that I was using two hands reminded me of the way he had stroked his erection, and that vision intensified the feelings I was experiencing. It also made me conscious of the empty feeling between my legs. My response was to abandon my lips for the moment and allow my fingers to work their way inside. I started with the middle finger of my right hand – moving it up and down my crack while slowly penetrating more deeply. I savored the gradually increasing stimulation on the inside of my channel. Finally, the invading digit could go no farther so I used it to probe my inner depths. My muscles squeezed it involuntarily. I pressed it against the roof of my canal and slowly withdrew it while maintaining upwards pressure. I allowed a bit of contact with my clit as it emerged and a shudder flowed through my body. I repeated this action until I knew it was time to stop.




The Test



I wanted to experience the same sense of exposure and vulnerability that he had, so I raised my knees a litter higher and spread my legs as far as I could. I separated my upper folds with my fingers to fully display my clit for him to inspect. It was hot and hard and begging for more attention. I magnified my vulnerability by retracting the hood covering my little nub. Nothing could have been more revealing and I reveled in my ultimate nakedness. I held this position for a short time before placing the first two fingers of one hand on either side of my clit and moving them up and down while squeezing firmly. My pussy was oozing as I started going faster. The tension was building in my clit, and I switched to rubbing its shaft in circular motions with the same two fingers. I was getting completely erect and thought about my smooth red bud emerging from its covering. The thought reminded me of his erection and suddenly my vagina felt empty again. Almost involuntarily my fingers moved downward and pretended to be his penis moving in and out. I kept doing it until my clit screamed for more attention, and I had no choice but to pull them out so I could rub it again.

I was getting dangerously close, which made me think of the orgasm I had just seen. I pictured his semen launching itself into my body and the empty feeling between my legs returned. I was an empty hole that desperately needed to be filled. I knew I was headed for an intense orgasm, but I was worried that I wouldn't be satisfied because of this horrible emptiness.

And then something truly amazing happened. His hands gently grasped mine and guided them to my bulging nipples. I heard him whisper "trust me" and felt him kissing my aching clit. He flicked it back and forth with his tongue and began sucking on it just as he had done a hundred years ago with my nipples. The ecstasy washed through my body, but what happened next was even better. Mercifully, I felt his erection probing my entrance. He mimicked the way I used my fingers to gradually enter myself with the tip of his penis. He teased me this way – taking what seemed like forever to fill me with what I needed so urgently. But finally he was all the way in. My muscles contracted around him like a vice and I relished the incredibly wonderful feeling of warmth and substance between by legs. He used his erection expertly to thoroughly explore every part of my vagina from my deepest depths to the tip of my clit. And then his movements became more determined as he began rhythmically sliding into me. 

We were on our way up the roller-coaster together, moving as one as his pumping intensified. We were going faster and faster nearing the top of the hill as he pounded in and out. He wasn't making love to me anymore; he was fucking the shit out of me. It was an out-of-body experience. I was oblivious to everything but what was going on between my legs. My vagina was the center of the universe as he forcefully slammed his cock in and out of my white hot cunt.

I heard myself scream, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck, me!" as his semen exploded into the deepest recesses of my vagina and an inconceivable orgasm rocketed through my body. I couldn't believe he had anything left to ejaculate but five strong spurts tickled my cervix as my orgasm peaked. I was a wild animal and I felt totally fulfilled.

We were bathed in sweat and breathing hard as we lay together, coupled like that for a long time. My empty place was being filled as it should be; with erect penis and ejaculated semen. I was no longer a wild animal; I was a female experiencing the primordial fulfillment and satisfaction that comes from being completely satisfied by a man that only a woman can know. Finally, he withdrew his now soft penis and kissed my nipples. We lay together in a tender embrace until I finally whispered, "Thank you".

"You still owe me you know. One of my other fantasies is to watch a woman masturbate, and as I recall that was part of our deal. How do I know you'll pass MY test?"

I knew by his expression that he was kidding, but couldn't resist giving him a little reassurance.

"As a matter of fact, asshole, I've done it lots of times in front of guys even though none of them had the creativity to demand it before. The only real downside of my little test is that many guys can't get it up again after their performance. So I'm left horny as hell with no other source of relief. Sometimes they get hard again watching me, but once I've had an orgasm, I don't feel like fucking them anymore, so the poor bastards have to wait until the morning. Most of them jack off again so they'll be able to sleep. I feel a little sorry for them, but it sure doesn't keep me awake."

"So, if I had let you finish, would things have been different with me?"

I smiled, looked him straight in the eyes and said, "Well, I guess we'll never know, will we?"



The Test



It had been a long day. Traffic was bad, the weather was terrible and work had been soul draining. When Scott walked in the door, he dropped his work kit just inside the door and trudged into the living room.

To his surprise, there was no one there. Typically, he would find Melissa there waiting for him, but today she was nowhere to be found. He listened for any indication as to where she might be. He heard movement coming from upstairs, so he made his way up to find out what she was up to.

As he pushed their bedroom door open, he saw Melissa naked with her legs spread apart and her friend Natalie kneeling in front of the chair Melissa sat in. Natalie was hungrily devouring Melissa's pussy, with Melissa's juices rolling down her chin.

"Hey baby..." Melissa said in a harsh whisper. It was obvious she had been rather vocal up to now. "Welcome home."

"This is a surprise..." Scott said, a smile breaking out across his lips. "Shall I leave the two of you alone?"

"No, feel free to watch. Assuming you're OK with that, Natalie?"

Natalie managed a "Mmmmhmmm," while she continued to suck on Melissa's clit.

Scott perched himself on the bed to give himself a prime view of watching his wife's pussy being sampled. He had previously had no idea Natalie was even interested. She was a curvy girl who had flirted with him occasionally on those times they had hung out, but he had assumed the flirting was all innocent fun. He was pleased his wife had found a new playmate.

Melissa curled her fingers into Natalie's hair and pulled her in. "Oh yeah.. right there..." Melissa ground her lips against Natalie's face until her breath caught in her throat and she shuddered as she came into her friend's mouth.

Natalie pulled away, gasping for air and finally spoke. "Please... have a I proved myself?"

Scott looked at Melissa with a curious glance. Melissa looked at him, bit her lip slightly and looked back at Natalie. "You've earned it. Go ahead."

Natalie turned, crawled across the floor over to Scott and gripped the zipper of his pants. As she worked the clasp of his belt, she looked up at him with a predatory gaze. "You don't know how long I've wanted this..."

Melissa walked over to Scott and kissed him deeply, driving her tongue into his mouth. When she pulled away, she said, "Natalie confessed to me today that she has had this big crush on you for a long time. I told her she could sample the merchandise if she showed me how badly she wanted it."

Natalie pulled Scott free of his clothes and grinned eagerly, as she stroked him to get him harder than he already was. As he firmed up in her hand, she dove down savouring every inch of his length.

"Given how many orgasms she gave me," Melissa said, "She really wants this..."

Natalie hungrily sucked on Scott's cock as he made out with his wife. The surreal situation sank in and Scott's work day faded away as he enjoyed the two women that were working at him.

Scott enjoyed Natalie's oral skills, but he saw Melissa's eyes turn back to Natalie. "You know, Natalie is really good at oral, but I know she wants to really sample that cock of yours. How about she puts that tongue back to work on me and you give her what she came for?"

Natalie needed no further coaxing. Melissa lay out on the bed and Natalie crawled between her legs and got to work. With Melissa moaning in appreciation, Scott admired Natalie's round ass, running his hand over the crack and slipping a finger over her pussy. It was dripping wet with anticipation and he could feel her shaking slightly. Not wanting to tease the girl too much, he crawled up behind her, planted his cock in the hot slickness and pushed in.

Natalie cried out in pleasure as Scott sank his entire length into her slowly. He withdrew almost entirely before ramming into her anew. Natalie was deliciously tight from behind and Scott gripped her ass and drove into her, enjoying her struggle to continue to please Melissa. Melissa made sure to make sure Natalie didn't forget her role and held her tightly against her pussy.

Scott slowed his thrusts to buy himself time. The thrill of fucking a new woman was driving him to the edge, but he didn't want to finish just yet. "I want you to make her cum," Scott told Natalie. "You can't have mine until you give her another."

Natalie devoted herself to the task at hand, driving her fingers into Melissa as her tongue lapped at Melissa's clit. Melissa didn't hold back and let out a roar as she came all over Natalie's arm.

"Please, Scott. Give it to me..."

Scott rammed into her, pulling her hips against himself, burying himself to the hilt over and over. Natalie's hand went to her clit and rubbed herself as she cried out with each thrust. Scott felt her cum over his shaft and her juices dripped down his balls.

He felt his own orgasm coming fast and he pulled out, stroking himself a couple of times before exploding all over Natalie's back and ass. Spent, they all collapsed in a heap. Melissa looked up at her husband and with a contented smile, she said, "Oh babe... can we keep her?"