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Family & Friends

By: christyanne



The three of them had just come back from walking though the city. They didn't get together often, so this was a special weekend for them. More special than they realized.

Jimmy hadn't seen his sister Rachel for 6 months. They were extremely close, and talked every week. Rachel and Christy, his girlfriend, had become good friends as well - they both loved Rachel's brother immensely, and had discovered that they had many things in common over the years - especially their love of physical satisfaction.

After getting drinks to cool off, the three of them went to go sit on the couch. Jimmy turned on the TV, and sat in the middle of them, an arm around each of them. They settled in comfortably. As time passed, they began to feel the weariness of the day seep from their bones. Simultaneously, both women leaned into Jimmy and kissed him on the cheek. He turned to Christy and they shared a deep lingering kiss, tongues intertwined, forgetting everyone else around them. When they finished, not wanting to leave Rachel out, he turned to her, and repeated the same motion. Different lips, different tongue but just as sweet. Both women gently started to caress his thigh, gently but slowly trailing their fingertips up and down their long length, just stopping at the bottom edge of his shorts. 

He pulled them both closer, letting his arms fall down over their shoulder so that his fingertips gently grazed their breasts. They both wrapped their arms around him, squeezing him between them. They both went to kiss him again, and all three sets of lips collided. They laughed and all three looked at one another. 

Not wanting to stand in the way - and always up for seeing one of his all time fantasies come true, he looked at the women and said "Hey, don't let me get in the way, if you want to sample what I've already tasted go right ahead."

Christy and Rachel looked at each other, then back to Jimmy, then back to each other. Christy leaned over Jimmy and put her hands on Rachel's shoulders. Rachel reached for Christy and they gently let their lips touch. So soft and sweet, so different than kissing Jimmy, but it had the same effect. Their kiss deepened...Rachel opened her mouth just slightly as Christy ran the tip of her tongue over the edges of her lips, tasting from one corner to the other. Rachel's tongue followed suit. 

By this time, Jimmy had extracted himself from between the two of them. Not knowing if this would ever happen again, he ran for the camera and the tripod. Might as well record the moment and relive it over and over - if he didn't he'd be afraid that he would doubt the memory that it ever happened.

Rachel and Christy continued on...tongues deep in each others' mouth. At the same time, they started to caress each other gently and slowly. Christy felt the weight of Rachel's breasts in her hands. Rachel felt how hard Christy's nipples were - sticking out, begging to be sucked. Rachel lifted Christy's shirt to see what she was feeling. 

"God, they are so hard and tight - lean back so I can taste them" Christy laid down on the couch and Rachel knelt on the floor next to her. First she took one breast in her mouth, sucking the nipple to the back of her throat. Then she moved to the other one. Her own breasts we so hot - she undid the clasp on her bra with one hand, and as she suckled Christy's breasts, she wriggled out of the shirt and bra. 

While Rachel was tonguing Christy's breasts, Christy had slipped her hand in between Rachel's legs. Jimmy, in the meantime, had stripped off all of his clothes and had is cock dancing between his fingers. He was shocked, amazed and praying that this never ended! His biggest fantasy seemed like it was about to come true.

The women stopped their explorations to strip off their clothes. Rachel took in all of Christy's body - the soft curves, the full breasts, her shaved pussy. Christy, in turn was absorbing Rachel's full hips, her trim waist, her lush bush - and those wonderfully full heavy breasts. Then they both looked over at Jimmy - caught taking things into his own hand so to speak.

Both women crawled over to him...sitting in a side chair in the room. They took his hand away, and both at the same time, leaned down over his prick. With their tongues out they licked up one side and down the other. He could barely breathe - gasping he merely said "If I die this way, I'll never stop smiling." Giggling, the women continued. As one started to lick at his balls, the other took his head into her mouth. Christy rolled her tongue around the head, then swiping it back and forth, she sucked his shaft deep into her mouth. Meanwhile, Rachel continued to lap at his balls like a kitten lapping an ice cream cone. Shortly, they switched positions. Rachel took him deep into her mouth, tickling the little hole with her tongue, wrapping her hand around his shaft as she sucked him. 

"Wait, said Christy - let's all spread out on the floor. Jimmy - get on your knees. Rachel you get in front and I'll get in back underneath him." Jimmy got on the floor on his knees, using the couch to prop himself up on his arms if he needed to. Rachel got in front of him on the floor, taking his hard shaft into her mouth - she was nibbling on him, just enough to excite without causing any pain. Christy, on the other hand, knelt behind him. He felt her slide her hand in between his cheeks, grasping at his balls. She had wet her fingers and was massaging his prostate from behind his balls. The he felt her kissing his ass...little kisses, barely there. Then licking...he felt her soft tongue licking at his ass...licking underneath his ass...licking at his balls...The he felt her getting more insistent as she tried to reach his asshole with her tongue. He leaned forward; the women were parallel on the floor at his feet - one with his dick in her mouth and the other licking at his asshole, spreading his cheeks to get a better shot at it. He was getting close - too close - and he didn't want it to end yet. He called a time out to catch his breath.

While Jimmy was regaining composure, the women decided to help each other out a bit. Christy started to stroke at Rachel's bush. She was so wet that it felt as if she had peed herself. Sliding her fingers in and out of the curls, she grazed Rachel's clit. Rachel was so hot that she jumped in anticipation. Christy took this as a good sign and started to gently kiss Christy's breasts, caressing the sides, weighing them in her hands. She buried her face in between them, feeling their softness on her cheeks, on her shoulders. She held them up and kissed them, first one and then the other, suckling on the nipples. She looked in to Rachel's eyes for confirmation that she was doing ok. They locked and there was nothing but heat between them. Christy continued kissing a trail down Rachel's stomach. So soft, so smooth...Christy nuzzled with her face in Rachel's bush...in the soft spot where her legs joined her body, just holding her face against Rachel's body. Then she gently opened up Rachel's legs...spread them wide and feasted on the site. Rachel's clit was so hard - sticking up like a little soldier. Her lips were dripping, her hole emanating a wet heat. Without warning, Christy dipped her head and nailed Rachel's clit with a swipe of her tongue. There she stayed, lapping back and forth. The she moved down, first taking one lip into her mouth and then the other. She sucked them, letting them fall out of her mouth when they reached beyond their elasticity. Then she spread Rachel's lips, and stuck her tongue in as far as it could reach, lapping up the sweet nectar. Rachel whimpered, moaned and thrashed. Christy sat back and giggled. 

Rachel leaned up and both her and Christy looked at Jimmy. "Well big guy? What's your preference? Want us to continue or do you want to join in?" Not one to have to be asked twice, Jimmy ran over to them. He leaned down over Rachel and kissed her - a deep long passionate kiss. She put her elbows on the couch and stuck her fine, full ass in the air. Looking back over her shoulder, she winked at Jimmy and said, "So, what are you waiting for? Cum and get it!" 

He wasted no time. His cock was hard as steel; he could feel the blood throbbing inside of it. He stood behind Rachel and entered her. She moaned with pleasure. As he gripped her hips he began rhythmic thrusting, in and out, in and out. He kneaded her ass with his hands, gripping, massaging, squeezing. Christy watched, then slowly crept behind the two of them. She got on her knees and began to stroke Jimmy's ass...gently she stroked him with her fingertips, letting her nails just graze him. The she started to place butterfly like kisses on his ass...first on one cheek then the other. Christy was making circular patterns on his ass. Then she started to lick the crack of his ass, starting at the base of his spine. His legs started to tremble. She licked up and down, only each time she went up, she went up just a little less far and each time she went down, she concentrated a little more time there. Finally, she spread the cheeks of his ass. She could see that adorable pink asshole, clenching and unclenching with each thrust into Rachel, She probed him with her tongue. She licked his balls from the bottom. She crawled underneath him and licked his shaft, tasting of the combination of his pre-cum and Rachel's juices. Christy went back to tonguing Jimmy's ass. The she inserted her finger, just the tip and wiggled it around. As she did so, he started to buck backwards. This gave her incentive and she inserted more of her finger. He started to moan and tremble as she massaged his prostate. She pulled out her index finger, and rolled on to her back. Slinking her way underneath Rachel, she replaced her index finger in Jimmy's ass with her middle finger. At the same time though, she lined up her face with Rachel's pussy. Rachel thought she was going to stroke out over the sensations...Jimmy was fucking her pussy, tickling her ass with his fingertips, and Christy started to lick Rachel's clit. It was hard to coordinate thrusting her finger in and out with Jimmy's thrusts and her licking but soon a rhythm set in. 

IN seconds though, Rachel couldn't hold on...Moaning and screaming "GODDDD!!...OH GODDDD!!...CUMMMMMINGGG!! She exploded...her rhythmic contractions on Jimmy's cock were too much for him. He was being pistoned from behind and clutched from the front. Poor Christy was being drowned in juice! He started to spurt...trembling, shaking from head to toe, he shot his load into Rachel's pussy...long hot spurts; Rachel felt as if they were going to erupt from her throat. She collapsed onto the couch, with Jimmy slipping out of her as she did, but being careful not to crush Christy.

Jimmy was so aroused by what had just happened that he couldn't get his cock to go down - he needed and wanted more - and he found just the person to give it to him. "Cum here baby - I've got something for you" he asked of Christy. She crawled over to him. She was so wet, so dripping from unsatisfied need and desire that he was able to enter her in one thrust. He had her legs up on his shoulders and he was pounding away at her. Rachel in the meantime had gotten her breath back. She felt it was only fair that she help out Christy the way she was helped. Jimmy let Christy's legs fall to his sides as he continued to pump away. 

Rachel leaned over Christy and started to lick her breasts, making circles around her nipples, teasing them in to peaks, pulling on them, nibbling on them. She licked the sides of her breasts...underneath...and then trailed down her stomach. Christy started to thrash about at the thought- the anticipation of what was to cum. Finally, Rachel reached Christy's mound - so smooth, so hairless...she licked lower and lower...till finally she reached her clit...stabbing at it with her tongue she nailed it over and over. She licked at it, on either side of it...making it throb. 

As she sucked on it, burying her face in Christy's mound and Jimmy's as well, she grabbed Christy's nipples and pinched them. Christy couldn't take it anymore...She tensed up, her cunt muscles tightening around Jimmy. Jimmy had his fingers in Christy's ass...she all but pushed them out as she started to contract...harder and harder...tighter and tighter she got. The end was near. Finally she screamed out...moaning...whimpering...she sat up the orgasm was so incredibly strong. She gripped Jimmy's arms. "YESSS!! YESSSSS!! YESSSSS!! OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD!!

They slumped down on the couch together - all three of them spent and exhausted. Jimmy could not believe what had just transpired. He was so glad he had got it all on tape. But most of all, he was glad that he had two of the most amazing, most erotic, most sensual women in his life that he ever met. He loved them and they loved him back. Both women leaned over and kissed him gently on the cheek.

"We love you" they said. "Thank God" he said. He couldn't wait for tonight!

Family & Friends



Guys love to fantasize that college girls are always getting it on together. Well, let me tell you, We Are! 

When I first moved into my sorority, I was excited to be surrounded by my beautiful sisters. I figured we would laugh, cry, and share all of our college experiences. At the time I had no idea just how far those experiences would take me. Not mention all of the extra education I would receive.

My two roommates are Tracy and Stacy, which is perfect because my name is Kasey. We each have long blonde hair, slim figures and big, perky titties. They are very open about their bodies and love to walk around naked. But, I have to admit I am a little shy. I am quite comfortable being sexual with the guys I like, but I have never been open around other women. And to tell you the truth I had never even considered it. That is until I received some hands on experience.

One day I came home totally bummed about being dumped by my boyfriend. I was feeling miserable and hated thinking about my failed relationships with men. I was happy to see Tracy walk in the room, hoping that she could cheer me up. She sat on the bed and listened to my sob story. But, instead of telling me every thing was going to be okay she got a big smile on her face. 

“I know exactly what you need.” Tracy said jumping up.

I had no idea what she was talking about, but decided it couldn’t hurt to find out what it was.

“Look what I just bought.”She said, as she pulled out a big double dicky dildo. At first I started to giggle, but then I started to get scared. What on earth did she plan on doing with that thing. I could tell that Tracy was excited by looking at her hardened nipples. I didn’t know whether to run or stay. I stayed.

Tracy leaned over me and brought her face closer to mine. I could tell that something was going to happen that went against everything that I have ever experienced. She came closer and brought her pout lips to mine. I let out a startled moan. It felt so weird to have her lips against mine. But, at the same time it felt oddly really good. No, what am I saying I am not into women. I reached up and tried to push her off of me, but instead accidently grabbed her breast. I wanted to keep touching her but I stopped. However, Tracy had no intentions of stopping and continued to kiss me. 

She gently ran her hands down the full length of my body. I could tell she wanted more, and I think I did too. She slowly brought her hands behind my back and with one swift motion I was topless with her shirt following in pursuit. With both of us topless our large breasts bounced up against one another. 

I started to have second thoughts and tried to push her off. But, she was having way too much fun and tied my hands to the bed with one of my scarfs. She than started to lick down my body, careful to pay an equal amount of attention to each of my breasts. My body tingled all over and my nipples hardened from her soft touch. Without the use of my hands I had no choice but to let her have her way with me.

She continued to lick down my stomach, pausing at my sexy belly ring. The same belly ring I had gotten so guys would think I was sexy. She kept licking until she reached my tight, little pussy. I started to shiver at the thought of this sexy woman going down on my puss. I was so confused, part of me wanted to say no but a much stronger part kept me silent

Just than Stacey walked in the room. I gave a startled cry, not knowing what she would think. 

“So, I see your breaking in the new girl.”She replied, giving Tracy a smile. And with that she began to strip and join us. 

She started to grope and kiss Tracy, I could tell that this definitely wasn’t their first time. Seeing them together made me feel more comfortable, and a little more open to the idea of sex. I took a minute to just watch them in action. 

Tracy pulled Stacey over so she could sit on her face. She sucked her clit while Stacey rocked back and forth against her tongue. They were both moaning and looked like they were having such a good time. I couldn’t help but want to be in on the action. 

Feeling a little timid I slid over beside my two roommates. I could tell they were excited that I too wanted to play. They slid off one another and both started to exhaust the joy of my body parts. Tracy started kissing my mouth and breasts, while Stacey went for my juicy pussy. Stacy was an expert with her tongue and it wasn’t long before my pussy juices flowed uncontrollably. I loved being kissed by Tracy while Stacey tongue fucked me.

Just when I thought, I was on the brink of ecstacy Tracy grabbed the double dicky dildo. She plunged one end into my tight twat and the other end into hers. Stacey took turns sucking our nipples and rubbing our clits. It felt so good to have a big cock stuffed in me. I grinded hard on it, shoving it deeper and deeper into both my puss and Tracy’s. 

Stacey bent over us so that she could lick my clit, and Tracey could lean forward and suck her hole. We all grinded back and forth, licking, sucking and fucking each other. I couldn’t help but think of all the dirty things I wanted to do to them. 

With that in mind, my body felt like it was going to explode. We all came at once, spewing our slut juices all over each other. I let out such a holler you could probably hear it across campus.

“What the hell is going on in there?” 

Oh, NO! I had forgotten that it was parent weekend and my dad was coming down to see me. It was too late. My dad had opened the door. He stood gauging at our naked bodies tangled together on the bed. 

I grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around myself. I was so embarrassed, but Tracy and Stacy didn’t make any effort to cover themselves. My dad had already turned to leave. Not knowing what to say, I watched him go.

I spent the rest of the evening in shock at my dad seeing me fucking two women. I loved the thought of my new found sexual freedom, but I was so embarrassed. Tracy and Stacy had tried to make me feel better, but nothing would work. I knew I had to face my dad and explain myself.

I knew what hotel he was staying at, so I got dressed and started to slowly make my way there. Throughout the entire walk I couldn’t help but relive the scene. Had that been a look of disgust on his face or had their been a slight smile? No, what am I saying I’m sure he was disgusted. At least at my actions, I can’t imagine anyone would mind seeing Tracy and Stacey naked.

I finally reached the hotel and made my way to his door. Taking a deep breath, I gave a couple of knocks. 

The door opened and there stood my dad. He was an attractive man for his age. With a nice athletic build and salt and pepper hair. Women had always paid him a lot of attention. I can remember being jealous of the attention he had paid them. I had always wanted to be his center of attention.

“Hi honey, come on in, it’s really great to see you.” 

So, I guess we were going to ignore what happened earlier. I entered the room and sat on the edge of the bed. My dad sat next to me, maybe a little bit closer than normal. I talked about school and my sorority. My dad talked about work and some of his new relationships.

It seemed amazing to me that after all this time, I still felt a stab of jealousy when he talked about the women he was seeing. I guess it was obvious that something was wrong.

“What is a matter honey?” My dad asked

“Oh, nothing. I just don’t know why I always feel jealous of the women in your life.”

“You have always been the center of my life.” He replied, resting his hand on my leg sending shivers up my spine. 

I didn’t know why my dads hand was having that affect on me, but I could feel my nipples start to harden. Was it me, or was there an increasing amount of sexual tension in the air?

“I’m sorry about what you saw today.” I said.

“That’s okay. Sometimes I forget just how grown up you are. I guess today I saw first hand how sexy, I mean, how independent you are.” He replied with a slight chuckle.

“I’m never too independent to have you in my life.” I said and to my own surprise I placed my hand against his upper thigh. Something about today made me feel very sexually free. As if no boundaries existed.

It was at that moment I realized how badly I wanted to fuck my father. 

I slowly slid my hand up his thigh until I reached his belt. I glanced up unsure of what he would think. He leaned back with his eyes closed and gave a nod for me to keep going. I unbuckled his pants and reached my hand down toward his cock. I shivered at the thought of touching his cock for the first time. My hands fell around his swollen shaft. His cock was so large and hard, I finally understood why he was always so popular with the ladies.

I continued to rub his manhood while he started in on me. His hands were gentle to the touch and he caressed my large breasts. Pulling off my shirt he began sucking my hardened nipples and burying his face in my bosom. It felt so good, and knowing that it was my father touching me only made me want it more.

I started to strip him down. I couldn’t wait to see him fully naked. He lay there with his stiff cock pointing toward the ceiling. I began to lick down his body, making sure every inch was covered with his daughter’s kisses. When I reached his package, I began to first suck on his sack. I then slowly made my way until his large cock filled my mouth. 

With his cock in my mouth I could feel my pussy get wet. She too wanted some of the action. I slipped out of my pants and panties and placed my dad’s hand on my wet puss. He slowly rubbed my clit before letting his large finger slid inside me. I moaned as I rocked back and forth against his finger.

Finally I could not wait any longer. I brought myself on top of my father and let his giant cock slide into my tight pussy. We both let out a loud moan. Part because of the feeling of his cock inside me and part because of the erotic experience. 

While I bounced up and down on his cock I couldn’t help but think dirty thoughts. I thought about the times my daddy had tucked me in, and how I had always wanted him to touch me. Now here I was fucking him the best I could. Finally I was the only center of his attention. 

We were getting really hot and heavy and he rolled me over so that he was on top. He started fucking me hard and talking dirty. He asked me if I had been a bad girl. I replied yes and to my delight he rolled me over and gave me a good spanking. Then bent me over the bed and shoved his cock into me from behind. He pounded me hard. I could tell by the way he was getting into it that he had fucked me in his mind quite a few times.

All the fucking made my pussy swell and it wasn’t long before I released my juices. The feeling of my cum dripping down his cock made him fuck me harder. When I felt his hot shot slam against my cervix I screamed with delight. Never before had I felt so close to my father.

We continued to fuck the rest of the night, pausing briefly between sessions. By early morning I lay in bed, my dad asleep beside me. Not wanting to deal with the awkwardness of the morning I quietly slipped out. 

That day I went to class as normally. I tried to think about things other than last night, but it was no use. My mind kept wandering toward how fun it was to fuck my roommates and my dad. It was so wrong but I couldn’t help it, I wanted to fuck all of them again. By evening my mind was made up. I started to make my way back to the sorority house so that I could get ready for another fun filled night. 

As I was climbing the stairs, I could hear giggling coming from my room. I figured Stacey and Tracy were in the room together messing around. So I opened the door to go in and my jaw dropped to the floor.

There on the bed were Tracy and Stacey naked, and between them also naked, was my dad!

I was speechless, not to mention upset. How could they just do that without me, I liked to feel like I was needed. To make matters worse they didn’t even make any effort to stop what they were doing. So, I just stood their wide eyed and watched the three of them fondle each other. I didn’t know what to do.

To my relieve my dad finally got up and came over to me. I was happy, I figured he was ashamed and now we could go back to his hotel. I didn’t want to share him, or Tracy and Stacy. But, instead he slipped his hands around my waist and started to kiss me. He continued and pulled up my shirt so that he could lick my breasts. I could feel his hardon poking into me. I wanted to yell and tell him how betrayed I felt, but something about his touch made me melt into his arms.

He kept kissing and touching me as he slowly guided me toward the bed. I wanted him so badly. I finally realized that having all three of them at once would be a fantasy come true. Once on the bed we all fell into each other. I enjoyed the touch of a woman’s hand while having my father surround me.

We each took turns sucking on my dads cock. Licking his long shaft with our tongues. He came on Stacey’s face so Tracy and I licked it off, savoring his flavor. 

He also asked us to lick each others pussy while he watched. I dug into Tracy’s tight twat. I hadn’t realized how much I missed the taste of her pussy. Stacey than sat on her face and I sat with my dad and watched. I loved touching each other while we watched two beautiful women fuck.

When his cock was once again ready, he lined us up on the bed. I wanted to be first, so he plunged his cock inside me. I let him fuck me hard, and enjoyed every second of my dad’s cock inside me. When I had cum, he moved on to pleasuring Stacey and then Tracy.

All three of us were in heaven being fucked by his giant rod. When Stacey and Tracy had both came, he once again entered me. I closed my eyes savoring the thought of my father inside me. When the time came, he shot his love deep inside me with one last thrust.

We lay their panting from the awesome experience. I asked Tracy and Stacey to leave so that I could be alone with my dad. We lay in bed together both knowing that our relationship had changed forever. I knew I would always look at my dad sexually. I had so much sexual freedom now, I could fuck anyone I wanted.

Not wanted to ruin the fun with too many deep thoughts I rolled over to my father. We once again started to kiss. I just couldn’t get enough of him. It was like 18 years of pent up sexual desires had been released. And on that thought I called Tracy and Stacy back into the room. Then pulled my dad on top of me and pushed his cock inside me. I love being daddy’s little sorority girl.

The End



Family and Friends



Author's Note -- This is part 15 of a series of stories. The whole series (so far) is:





Family and Friends



"Was that what she claimed?" B asked.

"She didn't claim anything. She didn't get much chance to. Like I said, I thought my luck was in so I stuck my hand down her bikini and found how wet she was. I didn't know about the hat until later.

I undressed her -- not much work -- while she looked at Eric's pictures and I explained why my wife wouldn't mind me fucking her... You don't mind, do you, Darling?" I turned to face Meg.

"If you had to ask that, you'd never have done it." Meg stopped stroking my thigh and patted my cheek. "Anyway, if you're not jealous of my young stud..." She turned away from me and pulled Eric to her for a deep and lingering kiss. Everybody watched. Helen whistled.

"Go Mama!" Our daughter is never subtle.

"Point taken, Darling." I can't express how pleasant it is to live without jealousy. "So I got Katharina as naked as me and took her to bed.

She tastes great. Helen, if you keep your promise to accompany me on the next trip, you won't be disappointed. She's sweet, very submissive and, once she gets permission to do it, is quite kinky."

"What does she look like?" Helen asked.

"There's a cardload of video for you on my little Nikon." I told Helen. "It's in my carry-on bag." I paused in my storytelling while Helen left the room to get my camera.

"I'm glad you had a good time in Costa Rica," Meg took the opportunity to hug my arm while there was a lull in conversation. "But I'm glad you're back too."

"Me too. After dinner, you and I are going to have a very early night." I made no bones about where my attention lay. Meg's outfit was quite revealing and the bits of her I couldn't see, I could easily reach because French knickers have such loose legs.

"Promise?"

"Promise." I buzzed her then got on with eating. My dinner had been going cold while I was talking about Katharina.

Helen came back without the camera but with the SD card, which she slipped into the slot on the side of the big TV on the wall. She was seated beside me again before she pressed the button on the remote controller to play the video clip.

"...Hello Helen. I'm Katharina and I'd like... That is, will you please share your Daddy with me...?" On screen, Katharina introduced herself while burying two fingers two knuckles deep in her pussy.

"Oh my word!" Meg was the first to comment. "She's gorgeous!"

"Whoo whee! Daddy, you have excellent taste." Helen added with evident enthusiasm.

"She's quite into your work, Eric." I pointed out.

"In theory or practice?" Eric asked. He had quite a bit of experience of girls who liked the idea of modelling for him but couldn't do it when the lights and camera were set up.

"Oh, I think she'll be up for it. She practically volunteered for this." I pointed at the screen, where Katharina was masturbating frenetically.

"Daddy fucked me here just before. Oh, Helen... I'd love to lick you while he does that to me again...I'd lick your pussy and your ass for you while Daddy comes inside me, then hope you'd do the same to me... would you like to lick me, Helen?" Katharina continued to finger fuck herself on-screen.

"We'll watch the rest later" Helen pronounced, clicking the TV off. "I want to hear how you landed her."

"She's not a marlin. I was just my usual charming self and she couldn't resist... Much like you, Sweetheart."

"Ooh! You fibber! It was you who did all the resisting. I had to blackmail you into fucking me." Helen wasn't about to let me take the credit for her sins. My darling daughter is anything but ashamed of her shameful secrets. "Mom, tell him not to be mean." She appealed to Meg.

"Parry, we've all heard the story often enough to know that you were blameless and it was my wild and wayward whore of a daughter who seduced you." Meg took Helen's side.

"But Parry did seduce me." B evened things up by taking my side. At least I was getting credit for one seduction.

"Daddy wouldn't have got anywhere with you if I hadn't prepared the way." Helen wanted credit for that too. "I'd already corrupted both of you before you even met."

"Stipulated." I know when I'm losing a battle of words. "But I still like to pretend that B's sweet and innocent."

"Which I am." B asserted.

"Which she is." Eric agreed.

"And before we get too off-topic, we were discussing how I seduced Katharina. Which was easy really. Living in this bordello has taught me just how easy young women can be and how grateful they generally are for the attentions of a man of my experience." I sat back, looking seriously smug.

"And we do appreciate you, Daddy." Helen stroked my erection along the length of my thigh.

"Hands off." Meg slapped Helen's hand away playfully. "Parry's all mine tonight."

"Thank you, Meg." I was too tired to appreciate the girls' attentions. A night with my wonderful wife was what I wanted. "Anyway, I've been in the chair long enough. Helen, B hinted that you've been a bad girl while I was away. Confess and be shrived."

* * * * *

[Helen]

"I had a date with Francis." I began at the beginning.

"A date?" B asked, pointedly.

"Ok, two dates. But the first one is the important one. I made him take me to the opening of the new exhibition."

"And he made a scene." B thought I was telling the story too slowly.

"And he made a scene." I repeated. "He got very upset about the Christabelle butt plug."

"I'm not surprised." Daddy had expressed concerns about that from the get-go.

"He called me a monster and ran out."

"Well Sweetheart, you've wound him up a lot since graduation. Sooner or later, he was bound to snap."

"I know... And I felt really bad about it. I'm not a monster... am I?" Recalling Francis Deerborne's outburst, I felt guilty all over again.

"Not a monster." Daddy patted my thigh. I wanted him to keep his hand there but he didn't. "You're a bad girl, but not a bad person." He asserted.

"I like that. B, remind me to get that on a T shirt." I can always rely on Daddy to cheer me up.

"We'll get three of them printed tomorrow." Kelsey suggested. I noticed that she had her hand inside Eric's pants... And she used to be really innocent.

"Francis forgave you though?" Daddy prompted me to get back to the story. "You said you had two dates with him."

"Oh, he forgave me. We had an... unusual night. It was the first time he called me Helen during sex. And Daddy?... I told him about us." I held my breath waiting for Daddy's reaction.

"Us?"

"That you and I are lovers... That you know what I do... did for a living." Suddenly it all sounded like a very bad idea.

"Good." Daddy reached for me, drawing me close enough to kiss briefly. "I'd happily admit my sins to the whole world, Sweetheart, but they wouldn't understand. I love you and it pains me to have to deny it to the world at large. Francis can't do anything with the information but at least someone out there knows. Someone who understands the desire a beautiful daughter can engender. Someone who knows just what a joy you can be."

"Oh Daddy..." I kissed him this time: longer, harder. We didn't notice the applause from our family. "But it was still naughty to tell on you. I should be punished." I whispered as we held onto each other as best we could without getting up from the table.

"Not tonight. I'm jetlagged and Meg and I are having an early night." He let go of me and straightened up. "How did Francis Deerborne react?"

* * * * *

"Did you have a busy day?" I met Francis for a pre-theatre dinner.

"A busy morning. This afternoon was quiet." Francis pecked my cheek perfunctorily and sat down.

"You don't usually call the day after..." He'd left a message on my phone that he needed to see me tonight.

"I had lunch with Christabelle." Francis said. It explained much.

"Oh. How is Chrissie?" I have no trouble faking real interest. The main difference between a $50 whore and a $5000 whore is not her ability in bed, but her acting.

"Fine. Fine." Francis never liked discussing his daughter with me. "Scotch. Single malt. No ice." He ordered a drink.

"Two." I waved two fingers at the waiter as he left the menus and went to get our drinks.

"Your message said pre-theatre dinner. What are we going to see?" Francis asked over the top of his menu.

"Oh, you'll love it. Antigone."

"Antigone?"

"A twenty-five hundred year old version of Romeo and Juliet. Lots of forbidden love and overbearing fathers with unresolved issues."

"You just can't take your claws out of me, can you?"

"Francis, don't be so sensitive. I've had these tickets for weeks. I was going to go with Daddy but he's in Costa Rica. B very kindly agreed to cancel because you called me this afternoon. You don't have to go if you don't want to. I'll come over after the play so you can fuck me." If all he wanted was his whore, I could be that too.

"I'm sorry." Francis sounded sincere. "I suppose I'm still sensitive about last night."

"So lets have a proper evening out and forget all about last night, until later. I'll be Christabelle and you can be Daddy." I'd always called him Pappy when I was in character, but now he knew about Daddy and me, I felt like using Francis as a surrogate for my incestuous desire too. Quid pro quo, B calls it. It was the first little change in our dynamic as a result of my revelation.

"As you wish... Christbelle." Francis looked right at me, his eyes full of lust.

"Thank you, Daddy." Then, leaning across the table, almost falling out of my dress, I whispered. "I have no underwear on." Letting him hold that mental image a moment, I sat back then stood. "I'm just going to the bathroom. If that waiter turns up, I'll have spaghetti Bolognese please, Daddy." I turned and walked across the restaurant to the rest rooms.

I didn't need to look back to know that Francis eyes never left my backside. I really wasn't wearing any underwear and the dress I'd picked was... short is an understatement.

There was a very real chance, in a room full of people sitting down, that someone would get an eyeful. I personally was looking forward to being in a dark but crowded place with Francis for two hours. In this dress, it would be easy to get him to do inappropriate things to me and I was pretty certain he'd enjoy the frisson of danger, touching up his 'daughter' only feet away from strangers. Nose duly powdered, I returned to the table, practically feeling the heat of Francis' gaze on the hemline of that oh-so-short dress.

"Oops." I unnecessarily drew his attention to the hem as I sat down, letting it ride up enough to show him just how bare I was. I let him look for a moment then laid my napkin in my lap as a fig leaf. "Did you order yet, Daddy?"

"What?... Yes."

"So tell me about Chrissie. What was she wearing today?" Girls are always interested in clothes. So is Francis, but only because he's mentally undressing her.

"That white cashmere sweater you helped me pick out for her birthday." He looked vacant and wistful. "It's very snug but she likes it."

"Snug?" I knew just what he meant but I wanted him to dwell on that a while longer.

"Tight."

"Was she wearing a bra?" Of course she was. Chrissie's a nice girl.

"A pink one. It showed through the wool a little."

"No pokey nipples then." I had pokey nipples and mentioning them drew Francis' eyes to them now. While he was fixated on them, I lowered my voice and added, "I'd love to actually see what Chrissie looks like naked. I'll bet she has lovely nipples. Pale pink and perky."

"Yes..." Francis was still target locked on my nipples but the waiter was approaching.

"Here's dinner." I snapped him back to reality.

"Oh... Good." Francis looked away. The waiter must have noticed he looked flushed though. "More wine?" He picked up the bottle he'd ordered and poured me another half a glassful.

"Thank you, Daddy." I said, for the waiter's benefit. Then, to the waiter, as he placed a plate in front of me, "Thank you." Our waiter noticed my nipples too. I do like being the centre of attention.

We ate in comparative silence, Francis chewing his steak while I used spaghetti to pander to his oral fixation. Lots of people avoid spaghetti when they're dressed up because its potentially messy but it can be very sexy stuff. Thin, saucy strands of pasta rapidly disappearing between pursed lips. Even the occasional splashes of tomato sauce weren't a problem. The front of my dress was so little fabric and so much skin that the splashes always ended up on me, not my dress. Francis pointed them out once or twice and I dabbed at them then licked the errant sauce off my fingertip. It's all sexy. I could read Francis like a book -- a dirty book. He was imagining having the privacy to lick up those little splashes of sauce.

We had time, so I ordered dessert: Profiteroles. Eating them with my fingers, I probed them with my tongue, licking out all the whipped cream, holding Francis' gaze the while. When I'd finished, my fingers were sticky with chocolate. Reaching across to Francis, I offered them to him to lick. He quickly and surreptitiously drew one digit between his lips and sucked hard on it.

By the time we left the restaurant, after another restroom trip to refresh my make-up and make sure my fingers were chocolate free, Francis was trying to stand behind me to hide the conspicuous consequence of my teasing. He was going to have a hard time -- in every sense -- spending two hours in a theatre.

"Thank you for dinner, Daddy." On the sidewalk, I turned and closed the gap, pressing my hips against his bulge and hugging him. I didn't kiss him because I'd only just applied this lipstick and didn't want to leave it all over him just yet.

"Taxi?"

"It's only two blocks. Lets walk." I took his arm and we strolled down to the theatre.

"Were you telling the truth this morning?" Francis finally got around to the thing that had been on his mind all day.

"About Parry? Yes."

"How... How long?" Francis asked.

"Since the end of my freshman year. Would you like to hear how it started?"

"Yes."

"I got very... adventurous as soon as I got to college. One taste of freedom and I wanted to drink the whole cup down in one. Until then, I'd had three boyfriends in high school and let only the last one get further than a hand up my skirt. It wasn't that I didn't want to do stuff: I just didn't want to do it with the boys I'd grown up with. They were all so... immature.

These days I like immature... but I'm older and I have so much to teach them." I thought briefly of all those frat boys I'd made men of and felt my insides squeeze. Yes, I've grown to appreciate immaturity. "Back in my freshman year, I tried college boys, who were certainly more grown-up, but it didn't take long to realize that there must be more to sex than just lying back with my legs apart and some guy pushing in and out for a few minutes before coming and going to sleep. I was faking half my orgasms... and you know how easily I come."

"Do you still fake them?" Francis asked. Clearly thinking that I must, sometimes.

"Never... Think about that, Francis. I've never faked an orgasm with a client. Now think about all the things we've done and all the orgasms I've had. Who's the biggest pervert out of the two of us?"

"I don't like that word." Francis got defensive.

"Pervert? Francis... Francis... You've spent about half a million dollars pretending to have your own daughter shit in your mouth, not counting the cost of all those Belgian chocolates. But I'm a bigger pervert by far because I not only get off on your fantasies of Christabelle, but I really do fuck my daddy, and I'm a Harvard graduate with a boyfriend who's practically a billionaire but I still enjoy whoring. So I guess I answered my own question.

I'm the biggest pervert out of the two of us."

"I don't pretend Christabelle is... defecating... Its always chocolates."

"Even in your head? Wow! Francis! I had you all wrong all these years."

"You were telling me how you got into bed with Parry." Francis changed the subject.

"I was... Harvard boys were so vanilla that I started to think men weren't for me and started looking at girls that way. When B looked back... Well, you've met her... How many people could resist? I didn't even try. I seized the day, took the lead and seduced her, pretending I knew a lot more about what I was doing than I really did. I'd watched a fair few lesbian porn films, but I'd never actually kissed a girl before the night I got B drunk enough. God! What a night we had. It changed everything. We could do no wrong. Everywhere we touched each other felt so good. Clumsy and inebriated, we still made love like angels and came so much we both passed out more than once. B's finger was the first thing ever to go up my ass. Her tongue was the second thing. B was my first and is still my favourite girl.

But I still found myself looking at boys. B and I shared a few, hoping that having two girls in the same bed would encourage a little more imagination. It didn't though, until we met Eric. You know Eric has always had trouble getting girls to fuck him? He's too big: Much too big for most girls. I wonder if Christabelle knew that when she was pursuing him so ardently and sticking pins in effigies of me and B because we were in her way. What do you think, Francis? Did your daughter crave a cock so big most girls just say no?"

"I don't want to think about that. Go on with your story." Francis now had an elephant in the room. He couldn't help thinking about it, now it was mentioned.

"Eric was amazing. B and I had to take up fisting each other just to get used to taking something that big. Eric loved that though: watching two gorgeous girls stretching each other's pussies so he could fuck them properly. It used to hurt when he got really excited and fucked me too hard, but I discovered I liked the pain. I loved nothing better than to have him hammering into me until I could barely stand to go to the bathroom and needed B to cuddle me all the next day because I was so sore. That hasn't happened for years because I got used to him. These days I can take anything Eric's got in the tank, and then some.

It took us weeks of private practice before we offered Eric our backsides. We both wanted to but B got there first."

"How did you practice for that?"

"Fingers first, a cucumber, finally a wine bottle: The taper of the neck made it perfect. We used to race each other. That's how B won the right to go first. She'd got lower down the bottle than me. I didn't mind. B and I are never jealous of each other. Never have been."

"And where does Parry come into this story?"

"Patience, Francis... Anyway, Eric was a great fuck-buddy but still not enough for me. I still wanted more excitement from my sex life. I got a job as a webcam girl: You know the ones? They sit around in their underwear trying to tempt men into paying five bucks a minute to have them take off the underwear and do very rude things to themselves? Sort of e-hooking?"

"I know what you mean."

"Good. Anyway, I enjoyed that for a semester, spending my evenings showing off for an appreciative, if anonymous, audience. The trouble was that those guys still always wanted pretty much the same thing. I shoved all sorts of things up my ass for their five bucks a minute but that was all they really wanted.

I had some regular customers though and one was actually quite nice. He'd never ask me to do anything. He used to turn up every evening and let me do whatever I liked. He just wanted to watch me come for real and didn't mind if it cost him a hundred a night to watch me do it.

At the end of my freshman year, I quit the camgirl business because it too had got boring. So I started escort work... whoring. You were one of my very first clients. Remember that first time?"

"I remember."

"You called me Christabelle and I immediately twigged who she was. She and I were already at war then. It was so exciting for me to find out how her father felt about her and how he dealt with those perverse desires. I came so hard I probably ruined that bed. You taught me a lot about myself that night, Francis."




Family and Friends



"I did?"

"Yes. You taught me that perversity was what really turned me on: That the more taboo it got, the more I wanted it. I'm a pervert and I didn't really realize it until that night with you.

You called me a monster last night. Well, if I am a monster, you're my Doctor Frankenstein."

"You're not a monster. I'm sorry I called you that." Francis stopped us both and looked truly contrite.

"I wasn't nice to you, Francis. I haven't been nice to you much over the years and I've enjoyed tormenting you with your guilty pleasures. Maybe you were more right than wrong about me being a monster but Francis... Frankenstein's monster wasn't actually bad, just misunderstood.

Things are going to change between us. That's why I'm telling you all my dirty little secrets. I want us to be friends... Telling you about my Daddy... about all my sins... feel me." I grabbed his hand and pushed it up my tiny dress, hard against my bare pussy. I was practically dripping. If I'd been wearing underwear, it'd need changing.

"Not in the street." Francis hissed, snatching his hand away.

"I don't care." Never have. Never will.

"I do. A little decorum, please."

"As you wish, Francis." Until later, I thought. Plans were hatching in my head now.

"You were supposed to be telling me about your father. So far you've mentioned everyone else but him." He started us walking again. We were nearly at the theatre now.

"The day after I met you, I flew home for the summer recess. Daddy met me at the airport and took me for ice cream at Denny's. We hadn't done that for years and I just thought he'd missed his little girl. I did notice a lump in his pants but I thought it was because we had a very busty waitress. I teased him about it, secretly excited at being able to tease him sexually. It felt so kinky, talking about things like that with him. I got home quite damp in the crotch just from shocking and teasing him. It wasn't because I wanted him or anything like that, although it did cross my mind that I'd been your 'daughter' the night before. I just liked talking about sex and watching him try not to think of me as that grown up.

I'll tell you the rest after the play." We'd reached the theatre. "You have two tickets reserved in the name of Kruppa." I always book anything in Eric's name. It opens so many more doors than mine.

"Two tickets, CA14 and CA15. That's in the circle, Miss. The bar is open, across the foyer and up the stairs to your left." The young man in the box office tried really hard not to notice how little dress and how much skin I had on.

"Thank you." I accepted the two cardboard tickets and flashed him a smile as reward for keeping his attention on my face. Not that I would object to him looking anywhere else, but he didn't know that and his respect was appreciated.

"And your complimentary programs, Miss. Enjoy the performance." He passed me two glossy booklets too. Francis reached for them, my hands being both occupied: tickets in one, purse in the other.

"Thank you... Giles." I read his name badge. If I had brought B tonight, Giles might have ended the evening as our post-theatre snack. Oh well...

The play was marvellous. I held Francis' coat on my lap so that the people either side of us couldn't see his hand between my legs. One thing about that Clement Ribeira dress is that it's very easy to not be sitting on it. I insisted on Francis touching me the whole time and he didn't resist too much. It wasn't as if he was fingering me or anything. His hand was on my inner thigh with only his pinky finger touching my crotch, and that only against my pubis, but I appreciated the gentle public intimacy of it and I'm sure he secretly enjoyed the surreptitious public naughtiness.

I did have time to formulate a plan of action for later. Francis was being quite charming tonight but he had refused to touch me in public earlier and I wasn't going to let him get away with that. There would be a forfeit.

During the interval, I had to excuse myself to deal with the excessive moisture my confessions had elicited. As I stood up, Francis was quick with his handkerchief, removing the slick patch I'd made on the vinyl upholstery.

As we left the theatre, I hugged his arm tightly; aware he was carrying his overcoat instead of wearing it, to hide his raging erection. I hadn't worn a coat because there is no point in wearing a dress this revealing, only to hide it all. At least, that's my thinking. Anyway, it wasn't a cold night.

"That was wonderful. Thank you." Francis broke the silence as we separated from the throng outside the theatre and crossed the street.

"Thank you for coming with me. It was good, wasn't it? I see why they say it's the probable origin of the Romeo and Juliet story."

"Do you think Shakespeare would have heard of it?"

"Oh, certainly. Maybe not directly, but stories have a habit of recurring over and over again. Francis?"

"Yes?"

"Has it put you in the mood for some forbidden desire?"

"No. But you have."

"Good answer." I paused long enough to kiss him. He responded properly -- what I consider proper -- even though we were in a public street. It was time to tell him the rest of the story of how I fucked my father.

"Where are we walking to?" Francis noticed we were going the wrong way.

"The Battery. I don't want to go home yet. I have a story to finish first."

"So you do."

"Hear then, oh mighty king.

The morning after I got home, I went into the den to check my emails. I was just finishing up when I noticed a shortcut on Daddy's PC that piqued my curiosity. I clicked on it and..."

"And?" Francis prompted me out of my sudden silence.

"And it was a folder full of photographs of me... from my webcam work."

"No!"

"Yes. My nice regular customer, the one who'd been so considerate, letting me do what pleased me, was Parry.

I was stunned. Shocked. Upset... Then he turned up and caught me staring at my own ass on his computer.

But after all the screaming and how-could-you's, I finally realized how horny I felt. My father... my own father had been the guy who'd been watching some of my best orgasms over the past few months and I was wet at both ends because of it: Tears and juices leaked out in pretty comparable quantities.

That realization took me from how-could-you to what-would-you?

Francis, you weren't the first man I blackmailed into having sex: Daddy was.

He had a lot less choice than you. I practically tore off my clothes, demanding he look at me naked for real, so I could see his face. Then I made him show me how turned on I made him, how he touched himself when he was paying me to touch myself. Then one thing led to another and he had to fuck me because, if he didn't, his marriage was going to be over.

I made him fuck me every which way. He soon got with the program and started to enjoy his penance. We did all sorts of things. I made a game of seeing how close to being caught by Mom I could get us.

Then I told him I'd given up camera work in favour of whoring and gave him the job of laundering my immoral earnings. Daddy's been doing that ever since. He's very proud of me."

"Proud?" Francis seemed not to believe that.

"Oh yes. I'm a very successful whore. Think how much of your money I've earned, then multiply that by lots. I basically retired when I'd earned my first million. You and the other chosen few have me well on the way to a second million and I haven't touched a penny of it yet. Why wouldn't Daddy be proud of my success?"

"I suppose... put like that... in context..." Francis strove to find the words.

"Francis. The only thing that really matters to him is that I'm happy. I love my work and it's made me a lot of money. Just because society doesn't consider it an acceptable career..."

"Point taken. So that's how Parry..."

"Got to fuck his daughter?" I prompted.

"Precisely. Helen... Why are you telling me all this?"

"Because I want us to be friends and I've got fed up of blackmailing you. Doesn't tonight restore the balance of power?"

"So if I don't want to see you anymore, you'll agree?"

"If. But you won't do that. You want me in your life even more now because you'll feel less self-conscious admitting to your peccadilloes now that you know mine." I was confident I was right. "And Francis? You can do anything if you dare enough."   "Anything?" We were right by the river now and there were very few people in sight, all of them quite distant.

"Anything." I let go of his arm, grabbed the hem of my dress and ripped it off: literally. I heard the fabric tear. It didn't matter. It went straight over the railings into the river and was gone. All I had on now was my shoes.

"What the..."

"Fuck me, Francis. Right here." I leant against the railings, my feet a little apart, watching him doing goldfish impersonations.

"Put this on." He thrust his coat at me. "Immediately." He was red with anger. It reminded me of last night, in the gallery, but tonight, I had no intention of giving in.

"Not until you fuck me." I smiled benignly and waited for him to capitulate.

"You're... insane." He hissed, moving closer, holding his coat up to hide me from view.

"Try to put that coat on me before you've fucked me, Francis, and it'll follow my dress into the river."

"This is insane." He liked that word at the moment. He must have done, because he kept repeating it.

"So? Fuck me then give me your coat or stand there waiting for the cops to arrest me. Your choice." I really didn't mind either way. Eric would make bail and notoriety didn't bother me, or my family, one iota. Francis, on the other hand, didn't want to be associated with scandal.

"I should just leave you here." He hissed. Francis hissed like an old goose when he was angry.

"You could do that. Goodnight then, Francis. Thank you for a lovely evening." I could see a couple in my peripheral vision. We were about to have company.

Francis hesitated a moment more then decided the only way to cover any of my nudity was to press himself against me. This he did.

As soon as he was against me, I grabbed a handful of his hair and kissed him, open mouthed and moaning with lust. With my free hand, I got his trousers open and his rigid cock out, pushing it unceremoniously between my thighs.

"Fuck me Francis." I moaned, noticing the approaching couple hurrying past, trying not to stare. For their benefit as much as Francis' I yelled as he slid into my pussy, "Yes! Hard, Francis... Fuck me harder."

Francis was past the point of reason now. He did exactly as asked, putting an evening's frustration and fantasy into every frantic thrust of his hips. Letting him take my weight, I hitched my legs around him, taking him much deeper into my dripping pussy as a result. Knowing he likes my potty-mouth, I urged him on.

"Oh that's it!... Fill my cunt... Fuck me like the whore I am... Come in me, Francis... drain your balls into my hot cunt..." I knew he wouldn't last long but he caught me out by coming almost straight away. "Yess!!!" I yelled, feeling his seed spurting up me. "Yes!"

As soon as his cock stopped twitching, I eased him out, tucked him back into his pants, which were a mess but not that obvious in the dark, then let him put his coat around me.

We heard sirens approaching from the distance as we started to walk back towards the city lights and the prospect of getting a cab home.

I don't know that the sirens were because of us, but I'd like to think so.

"Insane." Francis hadn't said a word all the way back to his apartment. Now, with his door closed, having made it home without getting arrested, he was still hung up on that word.

"But wasn't it fun?" I took off his coat, happily naked again.

"It was terrifying."

"It was fun. You came very quickly. You must have been very excited."

"But we could have been arrested."

"But we weren't." I tried to undress him, only to be pushed away. Francis hadn't finished being cross with me.

"Don't ever do anything like that again."

"I'll do precisely what I choose to do, Francis. You're not the boss of me. Nobody is. Are you going to take your clothes off? Or shall I put your coat back on and go home?" I really didn't have any intention of going home. I made the offer but only because I was already lying on Francis' sofa with one leg draped over the back of it and was using my fingers to transfer Francis semen from my pussy to my mouth.

"Insane." He muttered once more, under his breath. I guess he just wanted the last word, because he pulled at the knot of his tie while muttering it. I let it pass. It didn't take him long to undress and I was pleased to see he was hard again. I'm always pleased to see a hard penis.

"Would you like me to be Christabelle now?" I got off the sofa and let him embrace me.

"Yes." He nuzzled my neck.

"Can we go to my bedroom then, Pappy?" It was always easier to be 'Christabelle' in her room, surrounded by her stuff. I led Francis by the hand, all the way to his daughter's bed. "Ooh, Pappy! Is this for me?" I took hold of his penis.

"Yes. All for you, Christabelle." Francis had that slightly out of focus expression he got when imagining fucking his daughter.

"Yummy." I dipped my head and sucked gently on his cock. It still tasted of our al fresco fuck.

"Oh yes, Darling... Suck Pappy off." Francis likes blowjobs and, since he'd already had one orgasm, tonight, I knew he'd last a long time in my mouth. "Oh... That feels good... you're a very bad girl..."

I didn't answer, being far too busy sucking and licking his hard cock while his fingers twisted through my hair. Francis could hang onto my head as much as he liked: He wasn't big enough to make me gag, no matter how hard he tried to fuck my mouth. If he wanted to get rough, I was up for it. But he didn't. He let me do it all at my own pace, not in any great hurry to come in my mouth.

It was a while since I'd blown Francis in Christabelle's room. On the previous occasions, I'd worn her pyjamas and pretended to be asleep until he came in to say goodnight and...

Whatever. This time, I was naked and I didn't want to be left out of the orgasm race twice in one evening so I swivelled around to get my crotch over his mouth.

Francis doesn't actually like the taste of his own come, but he will lick it out of me if he's being submissive. This time, I didn't give him a choice, grinding my moist, musky pussy against his chin until he took the hint and stuck his tongue into me.

It didn't take much to tip me over the edge. If I hadn't had a head start on sucking Francis, he'd have been left high and dry. As it was, I came just as he did, my insides twitching almost in unison with the cock in my mouth. I swallowed his come just as he got a face full of mine. Cocks make great gags: If you're a screamer like me and you want quieter orgasms, I recommend them.

* * * * *

"Sounds like you told Francis pretty much everything." Daddy said when I'd finished my story. "Which should make things interesting when I see him next."

"Only about us two. He still doesn't know I seduced Mom too."

"And I'd prefer that he never did know it." Mom said with a truckload of sincerity.

"He won't, Mom. I promise. Daddy? Am I going to be spanked for being naughty?" I hoped so. I like it when Daddy spanks my bottom, because he's always so gentle and loving afterwards.

"Not tonight. But I wouldn't bet against it tomorrow night." Parry said.

"Promise?" I asked.

"No fair." Said B. "If you spank her, she always gets you to herself all night. That'll be two nights when we -- me and Kelsey -- don't get a look in."

"Girls!" Meg spoke with authority, as only the madam of this brothel could. "Parry will sleep with who he wants, when he wants... just as long as it's with me tonight." There was laughter at that.

"And if any of you gets really lonely..." Eric said, almost casually, despite the now quite apparent activity of Kelsey's hand in his pants.

"B?" Parry said. "I promise you, solemnly, before this august assembly, if Helen gets her well deserved punishment tomorrow, you will be invited to share my bed afterwards."

"Thank you, Daddy." B looked demure as only B can.

"Well that's settled then." Eric said matter-of-factly. "Now, Meg? What was it you were going to tell us about your day?"

* * * * *

[Meg]

"Darling," I turned to Parry, "I've been a very bad girl too."

"With Eric? That's certainly not a spanking offence." Parry grinned.

I Love the openness our relationship has since Helen seduced us. It's wonderful to know that no matter what I do, I'll never have to hide it from my husband. That honesty has made us closer than I'd ever thought possible. Certainly closer than the fidelity we had for so many years, and that's saying a lot because we were always a close couple.

"Not with Eric... Ok, with Eric too... Every night, actually." I paused to look smug about that. I do so enjoy the attentions of my young and hung lover. "But not just with Eric." I wanted to play hard to get for just a little while longer.

"Mom!" Helen exclaimed. Was that shock or delight? Must be delight: Helen isn't shockable.

"Did you fuck Francis Deerborne too?" Parry's question was deliberately absurd.

"Hardly!" I wouldn't. I really wouldn't. Francis Deerborne is a pervert. Helen may enjoy his company for that very reason, but I certainly wouldn't. Oh, I accept a certain amount of perversion from my family, but that's different: I love them. Love makes a lot of allowances.

"Meg. Stop teasing us." B pleaded so sweetly that I could not refuse. I can never refuse our Honey B.

"All right. Eric's heard some of this already but I seduced my new admin assistant." I watched Parry closely, gauging his reaction.

"What's his name?" Parry asked, apparently unsurprised at my confession.

"Her name is Rebecca." I blushed. I couldn't believe I was blushing. In this household, among these people, there was still something that could embarrass me. That was a revelation in itself.

"Way to go, Mom!" Helen stood, leant over and kissed me firmly, controlling the kiss by holding my face between her palms. As she stopped, B, who'd got up and moved around behind me, took over where my daughter left off. Kelsey was last in line but by no means least. By the time she'd finished, the other two were seated again.

"Thank you, girls. It's good to know you approve." And why wouldn't they? I've had five female lovers: three were at this table, Mary was in Antigua and Rebecca... well that's the story I was supposed to be telling, "Parry? Have I been very bad?"

"Not enough evidence. You'd better tell us the whole story." Parry reached back between my thighs, warming his hand on the bare bits between my stocking tops and my knickers. It felt good to be touched: It always does.

"The whole story then." I started at the beginning.

* * * * *

"Miss Holden. You're late. The meeting started an hour ago." I was on my way back from the conference room when I encountered my tardy assistant just coming out of the elevator.

"Oh!" Startled by my voice behind her, Rebecca actually leapt, managing not to drop her takeout coffee, but only by letting go of her purse, which hit the floor with a dull thud and emptied itself across the corridor.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you." I'm not an ogress. I bent to help her pick up the contents of her purse: all those little things a girl just can't get through the day without.

"I... I was... Thanks." Rebecca fumbled for an explanation, only to be even more completely put off guard when I retrieved a long glass sex toy that had rolled right across the corridor.

"I have one of these at home." I have lots of them actually. Rebecca's was that one with the red hearts moulded onto it. I handed it back.

"I... That is..." Her cheeks were radiating heat and the crimson was spreading down over her bosom. I had ample opportunity to notice that because squatting to pick up her things meant showing a lot of décolletage.




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"Rebecca, relax. Its ok." I smiled at her, trying to calm her. It must have been mortifying: being caught with a sex toy at work, by her boss, on only her third day.

"I..." she looked perilously close to tears. It was that embarrassing.

"I said it's ok." I helped her back to her feet and gave her a brief hug. It helped.

"I'm sorry I was late. One of the bridges was closed. A truck jack-knifed right in the middle of it. God only knows how the driver managed to be going fast enough to do that, but... Sorry about Adam." This last came out quickly and in a whisper.

"Adam?" Who was Adam?

"My toy. It's called Adam." Rebecca looked even more embarrassed: which shouldn't have been possible.

"Adam? Named after anyone in particular?" I had to ask.

"Yes... A friend of mine... He lives overseas so..."

"So you have a substitute. Nothing wrong with that." I tried to sound matter-of-fact about it. I don't actually use toys much. "Phone sex?"

"Yes." Rebecca still had difficulty making eye contact. She really wasn't happy with this conversation but I couldn't help myself.

"Well, just as long as it's not on company time." I put my 'boss' hat back on, metaphorically.

"Oh, I would never..." she was quick to protest her innocence, until she saw me smiling again and realized I was teasing her.

"Why don't you go and get us a couple of proper coffees and come through to my office. I'll tell you what you missed this morning." I left her standing in the corridor.

But I couldn't get the image of that shiny glass toy out of my head, or the image of Rebecca's very ample bosom. I was still daydreaming about the incident in the corridor when Rebecca came into my office with two cups of coffee and a shorthand pad.

"Thank you." I accepted a cup. "You didn't actually miss much. You weren't the only one who had trouble getting in this morning. I just went over the project audits you typed up yesterday and listened to the excuses. It's all on this." I pushed a Pearlcorder across the desk. Rebecca took it. "I'd like to apologise too, for startling you by the elevator."

"That's ok. I was late." Rebecca said, starting to blush again as she relived the rolling dildo incident.

"How are you settling in?" It was a very 'bossish' question but relevant: she'd been here three days and we had to get to know each other sometime. Now was as good a time as any.

"Very well... I think. It's a lot to take in, but I think I'm getting to grips with everything."

"Well you seem to be. I'm sure you'll be up to speed in no time at all. If there's anything you really don't understand, do please ask. I'd rather spend my time explaining things than fixing them."

"Thank you. I'll remember that."

"Good. Anything you'd like to ask me?"

"Actually, yes. But it's a bit personal..." Rebecca hesitated. I hoped she was going to grow out of that nervousness soon. I needed an assistant who could be a ball-breaker-by-proxy occasionally. But it was her first week and this job was a big step up in responsibility for her.

"More personal that Adam?" The devil made me say it. She blushed to her nipples again. "Sorry. Whatever it is, you can ask."

"... Is Mr Barrington really your husband?"

"Yes. Thirty years next month." And yes, I am proud of that. "Why do you ask?"

"I'd heard rumours but you introduced yourself as Ms Fairclough."

"My maiden name. I've always used it professionally because it's the name on all the certificates." I waved in the general direction of the far wall and the framed certificates that hung on it.

"And no wedding ring?" Rebecca was observant.

"Around my neck, Dear." I fished out the gold band that I wore on a long, slender chain. "It's a man's world and a woman who can balance a career, running a household and parenthood still doesn't get the same respect as a woman with just a career to think about."

"But surely most of the company knows? I've been here three days and I know."

"They do. They also know I'm in charge of this department. It's visitors who still hand me their coats and tell me how they take their coffee."

"That's awful." Rebecca giggled despite her assertion.

"Isn't it just?" I actually thought it was funny too, the first time it happened, but it does get old.

"I'd better get this typed up." Rebecca brandished the little recorder.

"Finish your coffee first." I sipped mine and watched her relax back into her chair.

"Can I ask a personal question?"

"Sure, I guess." She broke eye contact though. I think she may have guessed what was coming next.

"Why do you bring your toys to work?" I watched the blush return to her face and bosom: A silent tide of crimson.

"Finally, Rebecca spoke. "I bought it yesterday, on my lunch break. I had to leave the packaging at the shop to get it in my purse then I forgot to take it out last night because I got home so late and was so tired and..." The flood of rationalisations and excuses faltered.

"Its ok Rebecca. It's just us girls here. I just wondered how bored you must be here. That's all."

"Oh! I'm not bored here. Not at all!" Rebecca was instantly defensive. She missed the irony. Understandable really: she was upset and embarrassed and I really wasn't helping with that.

"I was joking. I really do have one just like... Adam? Mr Barrington buys them for me from time to time."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Adam's my first."

"Oh? Well I'll look forward to hearing how you get on with it. Now, if you'll excuse me..." I gently dismissed Rebecca because my phone was flashing for my attention.

"Sorry, Ms Fairclough." She apologised needlessly as she stood to leave.

"And Rebecca? When we're on our own, it's Meg not Ms Fairclough. Ok?"

"Yes, Ms Fair... Meg." She gave me a self-conscious smile and left.

* * * * *

"Eric, it's not funny." I slapped my lover and employer. We'd just made love and I was telling him about the girl with the glass dildo while he recovered his vigour. "She's a shy girl and she was horribly embarrassed. And I didn't exactly help by going on about it. Living here has been a bad influence on me: I would never have deliberately made her blush in the old days."

"You'd never have taken a lover to bed instead of your husband in the old days. Should I leave?" Eric made no move to get out of my bed.

"Don't you dare!" I protested, grabbing his still flaccid penis to restrain him. I don't care that Eric is the same age as my daughter, or that he's her lover too. I appreciate his attentions all the more for that age gap.

"Is this Rebecca cute?" Eric, being male, is very visually oriented. I think that's why he keeps buying me such pretty frillies.

"She has a pretty smile and a lot of chest. I'd call her curvy." I found myself holding up a mental picture of the view down Rebecca's top. I almost missed Eric's question.

"So? Would you?"

"What? Oh, yes. I like curves." I have curves so I appreciate them in others and I'm honest enough with myself to admit there is a reason I can't shake that mental image of her bosom.

"So do I." Eric's hand roamed across my bosom, tweaking a nipple in passing. "But if you like her that way, why not try seducing her?"

"Because I'm her boss. And because that's not my style."

"Meg, how many girls have you had?" Eric knew full well how many.

"Four. But I didn't initiate any of it... I was seduced by Helen, who insisted on B joining us, then Kelsey made me her first conquest, then there was Mary, which was, as I recall, your idea."

"Ok, so Rebecca can be your first conquest, maybe? So what if you are her boss? I'm your boss, at least on paper, and we fuck." Eric's hand had found the hot, wet folds of my pussy and his fingers were right inside me. It was very distracting. His penis was almost hard again too.

"No, Eric. It's not the same. Nothing is quite the same as this crazy family."

"Just think about it."

"Eric, Darling. If you don't shut up and fuck me, I'm going to throw you out and resort to a glass dildo myself."

"Can I watch?" Eric asked, but he moved quickly on top of me and eased into my body as I guided his erection between my spread thighs.

Eric's mouth found mine and the conversation was mercifully curtailed. I love Eric dearly, but he is such a tease. I'm never sure whether he's joking or not.

Being made love to by Eric -- and it always feels like making love, not fucking -- is indescribable, but I'll try.

Because he's so big where it counts, he's necessarily a very gentle lover. He's about twice the size of Parry, both in length and width. He has amazing stamina too. I often take quite a while to get to having an orgasm but Eric always lasts the distance and frequently 'plays through' to my second or third climax. That is worth more than rubies.

I curled my legs around his hips and clung to his neck as his tongue tangled with mine like two snakes mating. His long, slow hip action drove him deep into me but nowhere near as deeply as he could go.

We could both hear the obscene squelching of his seed and my juices from our first bout, squeezing out of my pussy as his penetration displaced them. That's another thing about Eric: He never mind's sloppy seconds. This time it was his come oozing around his cock but, often enough, it had been Parry's. My experience is limited but Helen's isn't and she says she's never met another man as comfortable with his sexuality as Eric.

At least this second time, there was no need for the bottled lubricant that I so often need with Eric. I pulled him harder against my bosom, enjoying the coarseness of the sparse hair of his chest as it scoured my nipples.

Eric stopped kissing me and whispered in my ear. "Tell me how you'd do Rebecca."

"I'd teach her how to use that dildo." I thought about how much fun that could be. "Sliding the smooth glass into her for the first time would be amazing."

"Would you lick her first?" Eric was speeding up. His mental pictures must have been as explicit as mine.

"Yes... I'd touch her, get her nice and moist, then taste her pussy then keep my lips closed tightly around her clit as I slid the big head of her dildo past her lips and all the way into her." It was shockingly easy to imagine all of that. Maybe Eric was right about me seducing her.

"Would you push it this deep?" Eric pressed into me as deeply as he could, the pressure against my cervix was not that comfortable and I gasped, making him relax a fraction.

"Yes... I'd fuck her hard."

"How hard?... This hard?" Eric speeded up, really going for it. My pussy was pulsing erratically around his shaft and the first faint twinges of my orgasm were starting to assert themselves.

"Much harder..." I couldn't tell you if that was an answer or a request. "Much, much harder."

Eric took it as a request and proceeded to fuck me so hard that I was gasping with every stroke. He was relentless and as I started to climax, exulting loudly, he never faltered in his deep, quick thrusting, though the contractions of my abdomen were gripping his cock so tightly. The increased heat and friction of those spasms lifted me even higher and the volume of my cries kept pace with my ecstasy. Eric kept me coming for an eternity, or so it seemed, then slowly brought me back down to Planet Earth.

As reality reasserted itself and I could feel the bed under me again, he was still stroking slowly in and out of my tender, stretched, quivering pussy. He hadn't come, but that's not unusual for Eric. Like I said earlier: He has such stamina.

"That hard?" He asked with a lecherous grin, slowing to a halt still deep inside, feeling the aftershocks of my orgasm caressing his cock.

"What?" I'd lost track of the fantasy we'd been sharing. "Oh... Yes." But it was just a fantasy. I was not about to try and seduce my new assistant.

"You're sweating." Eric, ever the considerate lover, propped himself on his elbows and stretched to reach a baby wipe from the bedside table. "Here. Let me." He delicately wiped my forehead and my temples with the moist, cool tissue. It felt wonderful and incredibly intimate, with him still deep inside me. He wiped my neck next, prompting me to turn my face left then right to make it easier for him. When the cool cloth reached my breasts, my back arched, raising my bosom under his hand. "Relax." He barely whispered. I obeyed.

Ever so gently, ever so slowly, he eased his still hard penis out of me and moved from above me to beside me. I let my legs relax. My thighs were trembling and not just because I'd had such an amazing climax. They'd been spread wide and held aloft for a long time: it's a stress position.

Eric reached for another wipe and smoothed it over my trembling thighs and the lower part of my abdomen, between my navel and where my pubic hair used to be.

"Thank you, Darling." I had my eyes closed. Eric knows all the ways to make me relax after sex. I wanted to sleep but... not just yet. "I'm sorry you didn't come." I should know better than to apologise for that: after all, it's happened often enough, but it always seems polite to say sorry. "Maybe the girls are still up." One thing was certain: I couldn't take any more of Eric's lovemaking tonight. But isn't it rude to send him away to find someone else to finish the job?

"It's not important. Shall I turn out the lights?"

And that's why I love Eric so much. How considerate can one man be? "Thank you." I took a third baby wipe and pressed it between my own thighs. I really should have gone to the bathroom and washed properly but I was bushed.

As the room went dark, I snuggled against Eric's hard chest and let sleep take me. If he snuck away to find Helen or B, I didn't notice, but I wouldn't have minded.

* * * * *

"Good morning, Meg." Rebecca was in bright and early the next morning. And I do mean bright. There was glow about her and a twinkle in her eye that I recognised.

"Good morning, Rebecca. Why don't you fetch us both some coffee and come through. I want to hear all about it." Eric's suggestion that I seduce her had been on my mind since I woke up. Truth to tell, it was on my mind while I was asleep too. I had the most lurid dreams involving glass sex toys and office desks.

"Tell you about...?" Rebecca isn't good at playing coy. Her almost instant blush gave her away. I ignored the pathetic attempt at evasion and carried on through to my office.

Rebecca joined me a few minutes later with a cup in each hand.

"Thanks." I sipped at the hot java. "I know it doesn't seem like it these last couple of days, but fetching coffee for me isn't really one of your duties. I've been taking advantage rather."

"That's ok. I don't mind getting coffee for you." Rebecca was still new enough to be eager to please.

"All the same. You were hired as my admin assistant, not a waitress. I'll bear that in mind and I suggest you do too."

"Thanks Meg." Rebecca looked pleased with that prospect at least. She relaxed. "You have a meeting with Gavin Jensen of Techtonics Inc. in an hour. He was due in earlier but called to say he was running late. I told him you'd understand and, yes, you could see him at ten instead. Would you like me to bump your ten thirty head-to-head with Mr Vickery?"

"No need. I won't be long with Mr Jensen. It's just a handshake. Now that Kruppa owns the lion's share of Techtonics, I wanted to meet their head of technical services because he's going to be reading my name on a lot of memos from now on. I have plans for their company. They were specifically acquired because I wanted a dedicated IT service provider in the group as part of the drive towards standardization.

Thinking about it, the rescheduling will help. Let Mr Vickery know that Mr Jensen will be sitting in on our head-to-head. Might as well get the ball rolling."

"No problem." Rebecca put aside her cup and made a quick note on her shorthand pad. "Anything else?"

"Am I really going to have to ask twice?" C'mon, I thought, you know you want to tell someone. It might as well be me.

"I was on the phone to Adam for three hours last night." Rebecca couldn't maintain eye contact. She was blushing to her bosom again too.

"This is Adam the Englishman? Not Adam the dildo?"

"He's not an Englishman. He gets quite upset at being called English. He's Welsh. Apparently there's a lot of animosity between the English and the Welsh."

"Whatever. Three hours? And you're glowing. Did you try out the other Adam too?"

"Yes." It was a short answer but loaded with assumptions. The blush had disappeared down Rebecca's blouse and her nipples were getting obvious. I thought again about Eric's suggestion. Could I?

"On the phone?" I prompted.

"Yes."

"So. Rebecca, you're blushing. It's just phone sex. I told you yesterday I have a toy just like yours. How often do you think Mr Henderson and I are apart?" I recalled my response the first time Helen caught me with a vibrator, before she and I were lovers, and I took pity on Rebecca. "We don't have to talk about it, if you don't want to, but I really do understand. I've been there, done that, had the orgasms."

"Really?" Rebecca made eye contact again: a good sign.

"Really. Parry... Mr Henderson... Likes buying me toys. He likes it even more when I use them while we're on the phone. Did Adam like it?"

"Oh yes. He loves listening to me... masturbating."

"Naturally. He's a guy. I'll tell you a secret... All my toys are named after famous men. I like to fantasize about cheating on Parry."

"Really? Who?"

"Well, your Adam is my George, after Gorgeous George Clooney. But I have Brad and Angelina too, and Mr President."

"Brad and Angelina?" Rebecca was properly puzzled.

"The dildo is called Brad but the harness is called Angelina. It's a strap-on. I can't help thinking of Angelina as a dominatrix." None of which was true. I was improvising new kinkiness that, if I mentioned it at home, would undoubtedly become real in no time at all.

"And does Mr Henderson...?" The sweet girl couldn't quite bring herself to ask if the CEO of a billion dollar corporation likes getting fucked with a strap-on called Brad. No surprise there.

"No. Oh, I threaten him with it, but that's not my thing and I'm certain, after twenty-five years, it's not his either. But we digress. You were telling me all about your evening." She wasn't, but she was about to.

"There isn't much to tell." Rebecca resisted still. At least she'd stopped looking at the floor and the blush had faded somewhat.

"Oh, I think there is. First off, how was your first time with your new toy?"

"Well, A bit sore... I can't believe I'm telling you this... I should have been more gentle with myself." The blush was back with a vengeance.

"It's easy to get carried away, isn't it? Glass is smooth but doesn't yield under pressure like the real thing."

"And I used lots of the lube that came with it." Rebecca blurted out.

"If you'll take advise from an old hand at this, go easy on yourself until you get used to the size of that glass head. It's worth it, if you persevere."

"I will... It was amazing. It hurt a bit going in, a lot more coming out but while it was inside me..."

"I know, dear. I know." I could say the same about Eric, but I would never mention him in the office.

"And Adam said it was best orgasm he'd ever heard." Rebecca was over the embarrassment now and much more forthcoming. "He came so hard, just listening."

"I'm not surprised."

"And he sent me a picture to prove it. I've never seen so much semen."

"Did you send him a picture of your new best friend?" I wanted to keep her talking. Eric's idea was looking more and more like a good one. I could feel myself getting moist as I listened to this young woman's sexy secrets and mentally undressed her right here in my office.

"Oh yes. The flash on my camera made the glass glow! It looked amazing. Adam thought so too. I... I've never done anything that... rude... before."




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"But he enjoyed it, you enjoyed it and now we're enjoying talking about it. You are enjoying talking about it, aren't you Rebecca?" Her nipples said I was right. She squirmed in her seat and I took that as further confirmation. I knew just how she felt: wet.

"Yes. I..."

"You've never talked about your sex life with another woman. I know."

"How... How did you know that?"

"Just because. It is fun though, isn't it? Secrets are so much better if you have someone to share them with."

"Aren't they just?" It was the most confident response Rebecca had made so far. She was really warming to the idea of sharing the details of her sex life.

"And I suggest you tell this Adam that you've told your boss everything. He'll get turned on by that too."

"You think?"

"I know it, dear. You can tell him your boss got as aroused as you did too, when you told her how hard you fucked yourself with that dildo and how sore you made your pussy." I deliberately got explicit; wanting to gauge her reaction to the news she was turning me on.

"You're aroused?" she looked shocked. I'd guess she never thought about another woman that way. Though I could be wrong. My daughter was a lesbian a long time before I knew about it.

"Of course. I like women that way. Parry doesn't mind me 'cheating' with other women because he says its not as if he could ever satisfy my taste for pussy." Again, I was improvising. Parry really doesn't mind, but the stated reason has nothing to do with it.

"Oh." Rebecca looked like a deer in the headlights of a pickup truck.

"Relax dear. I'm not hitting on you." Like hell I wasn't! "But be honest: You're aroused right now too. Yes?"

"...Yes." It was barely audible.

"Good. Now is it because you've been telling sexy secrets or because you know I'm turned on listening?"

"...er...both."

"Better. See? It's no big deal. You'll go home tonight and turn on Adam with stories of lesbian lust in the work place and, maybe, this chat will add a little spice to your own orgasms. I'll certainly be thinking about you tonight, while I'm playing with Gorgeous George. But that's for tonight. Right now, we both have work to do."

"Thank you, Meg."

"For what?"

"For... I don't know... Just thank you."

"You're welcome, Rebecca... I think." I winked at her.

* * * * *

[Meg]

There was no Gorgeous George, no Brad and Angelina, no Mr President, no sex toys at all. There was only Eric and Moby, his wonderful, enormous penis. I told him everything of course. I told him how Rebecca had reacted to the idea of turning me on and that I didn't think it would ever go any further than girl-talk.

He was pleased that I'd tried anyway. He thought it was good for me to be taking the initiative even if there was no real outcome.

* * * * *

The next morning, Rebecca blushed as soon as I walked in.

"What?" I asked as she reddened.

"Can we talk?" She whispered. I don't know why she whispered: there were only two of us in the office.

"Of course. How do you take your coffee?"

"I'll get it."

"No. It's my turn. You go and wait in there." I waved at my office door. "You don't want everyone seeing you right now, do you?"

"Thanks Meg." Rebecca got up and went towards my office.

"Rebecca?"

"Yes Meg?"

"Coffee? How do you take it?"

"Non-fat creamer, no sugar... Thanks."

"No problem." I went and got us both coffee. Rebecca was still red in the cheeks when I got to my office. "What's wrong?"

"Not wrong... That's the wrong word... Last night I..." She stalled.

"You spoke to Adam again?" I prompted.

"No... Well, yes, but after that..."

"Oh." I was getting an inkling of what she was leading up to. I cautioned myself against wishful thinking and let her continue at her own pace.

"I dreamt about you." She looked really scared.

I wondered why? Because she thought I would dyke up on her and she wasn't ready for that? Because she'd never had sexual thoughts about another woman? Because she may have misunderstood yesterday's familiarity and could be offending me? All of the above? Maybe.

"Was it a good dream?"

"I think so... I woke up very horny... I had to touch myself in the shower, just to calm myself down."

"Because of me? I'm flattered. So why did you blush?"

"Because..."

"I'm teasing you. Haven't you ever thought about it before?"

"With a girl? Yes... I... there was this girl from High school... but..."

"Did you ever do more than think about it with her?"

"Yes." Rebecca's hand shot to her mouth. I guess she'd never owned up to that before.

"Did you enjoy it?" I wanted to tell her how wet I was getting, but this was a delicate negotiation and almost totally unexpected.

"Not that much... but..."

"Maybe you just haven't met the right girl." I got up and walked slowly to her side of the desk, resting my hands on her shoulders. It was the first time I'd touched her and I wanted to see how jumpy she was. Rebecca tensed but soon relaxed. I moved close enough that my stomach was touching the back of her head. I was definitely inside her personal space now. I rubbed her shoulders gently.

"Maybe." She conceded softly.

"Do you know how arousing it is for me to know I turned you on so much?" I was going to need a trip to my own bathroom if Rebecca didn't succumb soon. I could feel my underwear getting damp.

"Really?"

"Yes. Really." I laughed. Rebecca's lack of self-assurance was really endearing. "Can I try something?"

"Try what?"

"Stand up please." I let go of her shoulders and gave her enough space to stand and turn towards me. "I'd like for us to kiss. Are you ok with that?" I moved ever so slowly to close the gap, giving her every chance to stop this before it started.   "Yes... I think."

I kissed her very gently on the lips, not rushing it, but not making any moves beyond that simple contact. After a few seconds, Rebecca's eyes opened again.

"I think you can do that again." She said with a faint smile.

This time, her lips parted and we kissed properly, her tongue dodging out of the way as mine darted past her teeth. I put my arms around her and drew our bodies together. A heartbeat later, I felt, more than heard, her moan into my open mouth. Finally, she embraced me back. As our mouths parted, I kept a firm hold of her.

"This is another thing that isn't really a part of your job description."

"It isn't?"

"However, if you're so inclined... We could have lunch together... in here."

"... Maybe." Rebecca was still not sure... which was to be expected. I let go of her and went back around to my side of the desk.

"I'll settle for 'maybe'. Thank you, Rebecca, for confiding. I think we're going to get along just fine. What's on the agenda for today? Apart from lunch?"

* * * * *

[Kelsey]

"Way to go, Mom!" Helen was on her feet as Meg finished her story, hugging her and showering her with kisses. "She did come back for 'lunch', right?"

"Not exactly, Sweetheart. My day got... complicated. Lunch never happened. Maybe tomorrow."

Meg's torrid tale had been holding everyone's attention for a long time, but it was over now. I couldn't put off my news much longer. B, ever the observant one, noticed my nervousness and reached for my hand. Contact with B is always reassuring. I looked at her and tried to make her believe the smile I wore. She didn't. She squeezed my fingers in hers and looked concerned.

"I'm having a baby." It just slipped out under the pressure of B's attention. It was barely a whisper but silenced the chatter around the table faster than a gavel could have. With five pairs of eyes on me now, all brimming with questions, I repeated my bombshell. "I'm having a baby."

"How?"

"Whose?"

"What?"

"When?"

The questions came thick and fast. I let go of B's hand to cover my face and hide the tears I'd promised myself I wouldn't shed in front of my family. Silence returned, but not the silence of sudden shock. This was the altogether different silence of people who love me giving me a moment's grace. The only sound was the scraping of one chair being pushed back, followed by soft footsteps approaching around the table and Meg's motherly voice whispering. "It's all right Dear." Then, while squatting beside me and stroking my belly, "Everything's all right."

"I didn't mean to say it out loud." I sobbed through my hands.

"Too late for that now. We all heard you... Shh... It's ok." Meg eased my hands down, away from my face. I must have looked a mess: puffy eyes, wet cheeks, a runny nose and a trembling upper lip. It didn't bother Meg. She drew me gently forward and pressed my face to her shoulder, wrapping me tightly in her arms and stroking my back and my shoulder as the sobs shook me.

I don't know how long she held me, but it seemed like a very long time and I was grateful for everyone's patience. When I stopped sobbing and sniffling, Meg relaxed her hold on me and kissed me tenderly. It wasn't like the kisses we've shared so often. There was nothing sexual about this kiss. It was the loving gesture of a maternal woman towards a needy child.

"Thank you, Meg." I tried for a smile. I'm sure it looked awful but at least it wasn't forced this time. "I needed that."

"Do you want to go and wash your face?" Meg's arms were still circling me. I didn't want to go anywhere that took me away from that.

"No. It's out there now. I should explain." I glanced around the table. I had everyone's attention.

"You don't have to... Not right now." Meg moved a little, getting more comfortable beside my chair.

"Yes... I do. I stopped taking the pill a couple of months ago... The same time I stopped going through your little black book, B... This isn't an accident..." My hand was on my belly now. "I... I wanted to have a baby... but..." I started to well up again. I guess I wasn't as ok with telling everyone as I'd thought.

"Wow!" Eric was the first to have an opinion. "I'm going to be a father." He sounded shell-shocked.

"Not necessarily." Parry said, and he was right. I've spent a fair few nights with him too. But, in my heart, I knew it was Eric's baby that was growing inside me.

"I just really wanted a baby." My voice was quiet and croaky. Meg's arms were still comfortingly wrapped around me but, now, so were B's as she knelt on the other side of me. Helen was behind me now, holding me too. It was crowded, clumsy, and inelegant but it all made me feel really cared for.

"When did you know?" B asked me.

"I did a home test last week but I only got the proper test results yesterday morning. Eric? I'm sorry. I should have asked you first."

"Why? Nobody else ever bothers to ask my opinion in this mad house." Eric was grinning like the proverbial Cheshire cat. "Parry runs my business, Meg runs my household and you girls run the rest of my life. I can't remember the last time I had any say in anything. I probably won't even get a say in the baby's name." He was joking, of course.

"So you're not mad at me?" I tried to shrug off the arms that held me now.

"I'm just worried how we're going to be able to afford a baby." Eric's boyish, practically juvenile grin helped calm me down more than anything else.

I succeeded in standing up. Eric took his cue from me and stood too, reaching a hand out to invite me into another embrace. I do love the girl's very much and Meg is more of a Mom than my own Mom is, but Eric's arms were the arms I wanted to be held by right then. His strength and the hard muscles of his chest and his shoulder were as reassuring as stone walls around a castle.

"So I'm going to be a father." He murmured against my hair.

"Probably." I whispered, conscious that I couldn't be one hundred percent certain of the paternity.

"I don't care about that. The baby will be mine, no matter what. Ok?" Eric's voice was pitched just for my ears. I think we had as much privacy as is possible in a roomful of lovers anyway: B and Helen were having a cuddle of their own and Meg had perched herself on Parry's lap and was in hushed conference with him about something.

"Oh Eric." What I really wanted right now was to be alone with him.

"Come on." Eric is sometimes telepathic, I swear. He picked me up bodily. "Say goodnight."

"Goodnight." I looked around at my dear 'family' through teary eyes and was happier than I could ever express to them.

Eric is a strong man. He made it seem effortless to hold me for the brief time it took everyone to kiss me goodnight and whisper their individual reassurances, then he carried me off to 'my' room, set me back on my feet and made two things very clear.

First, he wasn't at all mad at me for 'trapping' him, as my mother would have described what I'd done. Second, his plans for tonight didn't include a whole lot more talking.

* * * * *

[Parry]

'Well I didn't want to be the first to leave the party but that settles it. I am officially bushed. Meg?' Still on my feet from saying goodnight to Kelsey and Eric, I really didn't want to sit down again because that early night I'd promised myself just wouldn't happen if I did. Sitting down again would mean hours of debate about Kelsey's announcement and I just couldn't do that tonight.

"Yes Dear. You go ahead. I'll just help the girls clear this lot away, then I'll come join you." My wife has always been domestic, in spite of a very successful career. She makes juggling both roles seem effortless: I'm sure it isn't, but her grace under pressure only increases my admiration for her. I nodded and turned to bid goodnight to two naked girls who I can honestly say didn't tempt me at all tonight: I was that tired.

"That's ok, Mom. B and I've got this covered." Helen relieved Meg of her burden of dishes and promptly set them back on the table to free up her hands for proper goodnights.

"Get a good night's rest, Parry." B was hugging me while Helen and Meg exchanged kisses. "I want you fit for action tomorrow night. No excuses."

I adore B and, objectively, I have to say she is the most beauty I've ever seen in one place. Of course, nobody is totally objective about beauty and my vision is usually adjusted by my love for Meg and Helen, but lovely as they are, B takes the gold. Why then, would I even try to offer excuses?

"Tomorrow night. I promise." I reluctantly relinquished my hold on her in favour of Helen, who stands beside B, aesthetically, much as her namesake, Helen of Troy, must have stood beside Aphrodite. "And goodnight to you, Sweetheart." I briefly, but not too briefly, hugged Helen then took Meg's arm under mine and headed for the lobby.

I should explain, Meg and I don't officially live in Eric's apartment. He has the top floor of the building and we have the next floor down. It keeps the rumours under control and gives us our own space. Tonight, that meant I had far further to go to find my bed than I would have liked, but that I was assured the privacy a night with Meg merited.

And I made no good use of that privacy. Meg helped me to bed but I don't recall her joining me. By the time she'd shed her lovely lingerie and visited the bathroom, I was fast asleep.

* * * * *

[Meg]

Well, what a dinner party! I'd have bet money that the almost seduction of my new assistant would have been the hot topic of conversation, but a baby trumps everything.

I think I'm a little relieved. I'd been worrying about Kelsey for a few weeks. She'd been, not moody -- that's not quite the right word -- let's say she was preoccupied. A mother notices these things and I do feel like the mother of four in this family, even though only one of them is truly mine.

Anyway, Kelsey's pregnant. I'm not sure how to feel about that. Happy, I guess. I can't think of a down side right off. I'm sure, in time, I will, but for now it seems fine. Practically, we have no financial worries, Kelsey's apparently healthy and it's not an accident that she's knocked up: She wants this. That is the bottom line, isn't it? She wants it, so why the hell not?

Of course, it could be Parry's. I'd have liked to talk about that but the poor dear is asleep. The morning's soon enough for that then.

* * * * *

[B]

"You ok, Helen?" She hadn't said a word since Meg and Parry left us to clear away the dishes.

"Eh?... Oh, sure. Sorry, B, I was just thinking..." Helen's smile was reassuringly cheery, even if she wasn't exactly making a point.

"Thinking? Thinking about babies?"

"Yes."

"Who d'you think the father is?"

"B! From anyone else that would sound just too bitchy."

"You know what I mean. Did Daddy do the dirty deed?"

"I figure it's about 4 to 1 against. Eric has had a lot more opportunity for one, and Kelsey said she wanted to have Eric's baby so let's assume she was careful who she fucked and when." That sounded more like the Helen I know and love.

"You know what I'm thinking about?"

"Sex?"

"Doh! I'm thinking about the first time Parry had me, back in that motel room. I'd much rather be pregnant because I was made love to gently, lovingly, like Parry does. Moby's fun, but Parry's..."

"Romantic?" Helen knew what I meant.

"Exactly!"

"I know." Helen looked suddenly solemn.

"Oh, Helen! I... shouldn't have mentioned that." I should really have known better. Helen loves her Father more than anyone else and absolutely cannot do what Kelsey may have done and I've just suggested doing myself. It's about the only taboo that Helen recognises the sense of not breaking.

"Silly Honey B." We kissed and made up. Helen forgave my insensitivity and the dishes were going to have to wash themselves... or wait until morning.

* * * * *

[Eric]

"You awake?" I nuzzled Kelsey's shoulder in the dark.

"Hmmm?"

"I just want you to know..." I'd been thinking this over for maybe an hour, unable to sleep right now, "I hope I am the father, but if I'm not, it doesn't matter."

"Why?" Kelsey rolled over. I couldn't see her face but she didn't sound happy to hear that.

"I just meant it'll be mine, whatever... When you first contacted me, it was because you were looking for that special someone... I don't say it often enough, but I'm more proud of that than I am of anything else I've done. Now you want me to be the baby's father so I will be, come hell or high water. If Parry snuck one past me, that doesn't matter. You're having my baby. Ok?"

"Thank you."

It's a good job I know the difference between crying and crying happy. Kelsey was sobbing and sniffling and trying to lick my tonsils all at the same time. Who knew that being a sensitive guy could be such a turn on for women? Ok, so I already knew that, but that's not why I said what I said.

I'm gonna be a daddy!



Family and Friends Ch. 01



For the first century and a half of US history, the place I call home was an afterthought. Accessible only by ship and settled by brave pioneers, Key West grew into a Mecca for an eclectic population of treasure seeking adventurers, deep sea anglers, store or restaurant owners and people seeking a live away from the maddening crowds of urban life and suburban sprawl.

Today's Key West is the last in a chain of islands curving westward from the southern tip of Florida, connected by bridges long as a bump in the road to seven miles. If you fantasize the keys as a charm bracelet, Key West is the crown jewel.

My name is Robert. I am 39 and an artist. My wife Gabi and our daughter moved to Key West 15 years ago. In that time, we have accumulated an unusual group of friends and sex partners.

I am 6 ft, tall and weigh 190 lbs. I have long blond hair and mustache. I have brown eyes. I am sexually adventurous and have an 8-inch cock.

My wife Gabi, short for Gabriella is 5'8", 115 lbs. She is French Haitian with a beautiful light brown complexion. She modeled from age 15 and is now semi-retired. She is 37 and gets occasional modeling offers from fashion magazines and store catalog publishers. She is proud of her 36-22-35 body and exercises at a local gym as often as possible. She is bi-sexual. 

We met in high school. I was an 18-year-old senior. Gabi was a 16-year-old sophomore. I fell in love with her the moment she flashed her lovely smile and bright blue eyes. Incredibly desirable she sent shivers up my spine every time I gazed upon her luscious body. 

I went on to study art in junior college and dated Gabi often. We fell in love and became sexually active the minute she turned 18. I thought it cool that she had several lesbian girlfriends and even watched her have sex with a couple. 

Just before her 19th birthday, Gabi became pregnant. We quickly married and eight months later brought my beautiful daughter Monique into the world. 

Monique is now a college freshman, 18, blond, 5'6". 38-23-36, with green eyes. She is bisexual and often brings girls or guys home to sped the night.

Ingrid is Monique's best girl friend. She is 18, and a confirmed lesbian, She is a 5'6", 110 lb, 35-22-36, brunette beauty with a deep tan, She is first mate on a charter fishing boat owned by her uncle. She lives with Lenore. They are madly in love and want to marry some day.

Lenore is Gabi and Monique's lesbian lover. She is a dark brown African American goddess, 25 years old with a magnificent 40-24-37 body. She has Tina Turner legs. She is a tight 125 lbs and 5'8" tall. A short afro frames her dark penetrating eyes and full luscious lips. She is unquestionably the prettiest African American I have ever seen. 

Scott, Monique's college classmate is 20, plays college football, is 6'4" 195 lbs , bald headed and according to Monique has a 9 inch cock. He is in love with Monique and has no problem with her lifestyle. His love for Monique changed dramatically during his short visit.

Crystal a transsexual is Gabi's kinky lover and one of many men and women who share her bed. She is an Amazonian 6 ft, tall. Her 39-24-39, body is perfectly proportional to her height. She has a monstrous 10-inch cock. The red head lives with her gay friend Charles a 200 lb bodybuilder. He loves watching Crystal having sex with her many lovers.

Fran 39, is the neighborhood nymphomaniac. A former $1000.00 per hour escort, she has amazing seductive power over men and woman alike. She is 5'8", 120 lbs, deeply tanned and blond. Implants give her a 39-inch bust which combined with her 23-inch waist and plump 37-inch ass, gives her a body she shoes off at every opportunity. She suns in the nude giving her a deep overall tan. She dresses and acts like a slut and has broken too many male cherries to mention. No one who has sex with Fran never forgets her. 

MONIQUE'S SUMMER VACATION

Gabi and I invited all of Monique's friends to welcome her home for the college summer break. She arrived with her boy friend Scott. Gabi greeted the young stud warmly and introduced him first to her lesbian friends Lenore and Ingrid. 

"Very nice to meet you," Lenore offered 

"Any friend of Monique is a friend of ours," Ingrid added.

Monique had told him all about her friends and he envisioned her eating the pussies of the beautiful lesbians and sucking Lenore's huge 40-inch tits.

Gabi introduced Crystal, the Amazonian transsexual. Like all who met her for the first time, Scott could not believe the amazing beauty has a 10-inch cock. He became curious immediately and hoped to meet her privately someday. She hugged and kissed him warmly.

"Monique is a lucky lady," she said unabashedly looking over his body from head to toe.

Gabi deliberately introduced Fran last, knowing her mouth and pussy would water at the site of Scott's hard body. Her nipples hardened in her sheer haler top as her camel-toed hot pants became damp.

She invited Monique and Scott to her house promising the two a refreshing drink. "You must be thirsty after a long drive." she bargained. Scott and Monique eagerly accepted knowing the only thing Fran thirsted for was Scott. 

Monique returned home a little over an hour later finding me at work framing a painting I sold to a tourist earlier in the day for $1500.00. It was a silhouette of a nude Gabi standing on the beach admiring a beautiful sunset.

"Still at work, as usual," Monique said kindly.

"Your mom is out with Lenore and Crystal." I told her. The quiet time helps me concentrate. Where is your boy friend?" I asked.

Her two-word answer told me where Scott was and what he would by up to the rest of the night. "With Fran," she answered.

"Where's Ingrid? I asked.

"I don't know for sure. She is probably out night fishing with her Uncle. Besides I wanted to spend some quality time with you."

She guided me to a stuffed chair. Telling me to relax she plopped in my lap and hugged my neck placing her head in my shoulder and caressing my long hair. I returned the hug and detected the odor of what had to be Fran's pussy.

"I know what you have been up to." I told.

"You smell Fran, don't you?" she retorted.

Gabi and I taught Monique from an early age it was OK in our house to talk openly and honestly about sex. We expressed to Monique our belief that sex of any kind is the overt expression of love for another person. At age 16, we allowed her to watch Gabi having sex with me, or any of her woman friends. She was allowed to observe without touching and encouraged to masturbate openly or in private as often as she wanted.

Thusly she had no qualms about revealing every detail of her and Scott's evening with Fran.

"As soon as we arrived at Fran's we undressed each other. Scott's cock grew rock hard tenting his shorts. Fran told him to undress and guided him by his cock to her bedroom. She ordered Scott to lay face up on her bed.

"We straddled his body and kissed each other passionately, the first look at lesbian sex he wanted since I knew him. He often asked to see sex with my girlfriends at school. However, they are too shy to allow any observers. 

He fondled my ass and fingered my pussy the whole time Fran and I kissed. I did the same to Fran.

"We were all incredible hot by then and Fran sat down engulfing Scott's 9-inch cock. I sat near his face and he licked from my asshole, over my pussy, thru my soft tuff of hair and kissed my butterfly tattoo"

"That must be new?" I asked, not remembering it seeing her masturbate.

"Yes daddy. It tells anyone who sees it to eat my pussy." she explained, and continued her threesome story. 

"Fran teased Scott unmercifully. Every time he showed signs of a blowing his load, she stropped. By then I had two orgasms filling his mouth with hot nectar he always enjoys.

"Fran finally relented and took his cock in her mouth."

"Good for him," I exclaimed. "She gives incredible blowjobs." 

"She knows how to ear pussy too," Monique continued. "Scott came quickly. We shared his cum in a sloppy kiss and fed some to Scott.

"While he recovered, Fran ate my pussy to another orgasm. I left as Scott was pounding his cock up her ass."

By then my cock was throbbing pushing against my shorts and Monique's thigh. 

She jumped to her knees, removed my shoes and shorts. My cock tented my briefs. 

"Oh I have wanted your cock for a long time." she moaned as she pushed by briefs aside and softly stroked my cock.

I looked deep in her green eyes and simply said, "I longed for you too darling." 

She kissed me with a passion I returned and we walked to the bedroom, until now I had shared only with Gabi.

She plopped on the bed. "Mom says you really know how fuck and eat pussy. Prove it!" she demanded.

"I aim to please." I told her.

"Please fuck me now." she pleaded.

I placed a pillow under her ass, stood before her and slowly rubbed my cock up and down her slit, parting her outer lips. Pungent juices flowed from her shaved cunt and I slowly pushed into her vaginal opening. 

Her pussy control surprised me as she immutably sucked my entire eight-inches deep in her tight pussy.

I began a slow rhythm I learned from Gabi long ago. I pushed in all the way backed off an inch and pushed in again. I pulled back a little more than pushed in, repeating the process until I was pounding her pussy in long hard strokes. 

The look on my daughter's face was priceless. She closed her eyes and rocked her head back in forth, groaning and repeating over and over again, "SOOOO GOOOD! YES! YES!"

It went on and on. She was insatiable. Finally she bellowed. "I'M GOING TO CUM! AAAHHHHHHHHHHH! OOOOHHHHH!

"AH! AH! AH!" She screamed as a multi-orgasmic surge rocked her body, bathing my cock in hot creamy pussy juice.

I could hold back no longer and flooded her pussy with shot after shot of cum.

"Clean my pussy please." she asked, just like her mother,

I lapped in my cum and she cleaned my cock savoring the mixture of cum and her juices.

I remained at her pussy and started eating her out. A satisfied look came to her face as I licked from her asshole to her tattoo back in forth repeatedly. I stopped at her slit and pulled her outer lips open. Her pussy actually resembled her butterfly tattoo. 

I licked the pink inner flesh and probed beyond. Hot liquid pooled in her pussy allowing me to easily push two fingers into her vaginal canal. 

Monique went crazy when I gently rubbed her G-spot and flicked her large clit. She arched her back and long streams of para- urethral fluid shot on my face and chest. She grunted and frigged her pussy and clit madly and spurted again, splashing off my body and covering her chest.

We were cleaning each other's body when Gabi entered the room.

"Hi mommy," Monique greeted her. "You are right! Dad is a great fuck and he really knows how to eat pussy."

I grinned at her sheepishly and she came to me, kissed me and licked a little of our daughter's ejaculate from my body and kissed Monique sharing the liquid.

"I have a surprise for you dear daughter. I will give you hint. I visited Crystal tonight."

Monique pulled down her skirt and thong and placed her mouth to Gabi's cunt sucking in a generous portion of the transsexual's cum. Kissing each other fervently, they moved into a classic 69 with Gabi on top.

"Eat my ass!" Gabi demanded. 

I spread Gabi's hot ass and lapped her hole. More of Crystal's cum flowed into my mouth. I loved it and hoped to one day get it from the original source.

I went for a quick swim to cool off and waited for Gabi and Monique, reflecting on the day's events. My love for Monique had reached a new level. I wondered what new adventures awaited us and could not get the vision of the incredible Crystal out of my head.

To be contused.



Family and Friends Ch. 02



Gabi and I left early the next morning to open our gallery and deliver the painting titled Silhouette at Sunset to the buyer, Sam Strickland. He said he had a yacht in port and planned to debark soon.

I saw his yacht anchored in the deepest part of the bay. It is stunning, sleek and at least 250 ft long. She glistened in the morning sun and I snapped several photos. I already have a painting title in mind using her name "Cindy Lu II".

I entered the port office to use the ship to shore phone. A man with a thick Jamaican accent answered. 

"Is Sam around?" I inquired.

"No man, he went to town. He mentioned something about a panting."

"Thanks." I said and called home. Monique answered. 

"Hi sweetie." I said.

"Hi yourself." she said sexily.

"Honey, there is a man named Sam coming buy. He is the buyer for the painting you saw last night. Please make him comfortable. I'm on my way now."

"How comfortable?" she laughed.

"Oh, you devil! By love." 

Sam was waiting patiently when I arrived. I showed him the framed painting. He looked at the woman in the painting then at Monique. 

"This is you?" he asked Monique.

"No, it is my mother."

"Lovely! It is perfect for the stateroom on my boat." Sam praised.

"I saw your boat. It is beautiful. I hope you do not mind if took some photos. I plan a panting with the name "Cindy Lu II. Come to my office and I will complete the Certificate of Authenticity." I beckoned. 

"Please email me a photo of the panting. I will pay any price you ask. The real Cindy Lu is my dearly departed wife."

"I will give it my best effort." I promised and warmly shook his hand. 

As Sam was leaving, Fran and Scott arrived. Scott and Monique hugged and headed to her bedroom. 

"Samuel?" a stunned Fannie asked.

"Fran? A surprised Sam replied. 

"Oh Fran it is good to see you again," he exclaimed, setting the painting aside and kissing Fran like a long lost lover.

"I read about your wife. I am so sorry Sam.," she said kindly, showing s human side too often buried beneath her insatiable need for sex. It was obvious she and Sam have a special relationship.

"Thank you Fran. She suffered a lot the last few years. I sold our house and my businesses, bought a new "Cindy Lu' and plan to travel as far as it will take me. You know I have always found the ocean comforting especially on a calm day."

""Yes, I remember some god times with you on your first boat. Your desire to cruse the oceans sound fantastic and therapeutic. I cannot think of anyone more deserving of a luxurious retirement. You were always kind. You know how to treat a lady. I felt more like a lover than an escort around you. I am sorry we lost contact when I retired. I think of you often"

"I miss you too, love."

It was obvious the two wanted each other one last time.

"Use my bedroom." I told them.

"Thank you," they both said.

Monique came into the room. "Scott is out for the day. Fran really did a number on him."

"She's doing a number on our buyer now. As incredible as it sounds, they have known each other for a long time, evidently from her days as an escort in Ft, Lauderdale. She says he was more a lover than a client."

"Oh how romantic, daddy. Our sex fiend is actually in love!" 

"In Key West, anything is possible." I offered,

"Where's mom?"

"She is running the gallery today." 

"So it is me and you again," she said dripping with sexual overtones.

"You obviously have something bad in mind." 

"Yes, something different and familiar. Come with me." she offered. Fran knows her way out.

We ended up at Crystal's home. 

Crystal is our transsexual friend and a number of women, including Gabi and Monique's kinky lover. The statuesque 6-foot red head has modeled for several of my paintings; the most recent an Amazonian swamp guide surrounded by snakes and crocodiles. She is scantily dressed in camouflaged shorts and a low cut halter-top revealing most of her 39-inch tits. Only the most observant notice the bulge in her shorts. 

I titled it "Swamp Woman." and will sell it to the first person who recognizes her for a transsexual and has $2500.00.

I openly admit I desire sex with Crystal. Her body is in perfect proportion to her height and she moves with then grace of a swan. She is a fit and trim 145 lbs maintaining her figure at the local gym that has two days set aside for gay men and women. She has fun attracting a curious audience and puts on a show, hiding nothing from leering eyes. She is 28, but appears much younger. 

Monique told a delighted Crystal I was ready to satisfy my bi curious urges. 

"I have been curious about you too," she cooed. Your wife claims you are a marvelous lover. Now I find that your daughter feels the same. For 37, you are a real specimen, so well built and handsome."

I was a little nervous and shyly smiled and admitted her praise felt wonderful coming from such an exotic beauty. 

My cock grew slightly, but enough for Monique and Crystal to notice. "Please remove your clothing," Crystal asked. I stripped as Monique and Crystal undressed each other. Crystal led me by the cock to her large heart shaped waterbed covered with white silk linens. 

Monique motioned for me to lay face up on the bed. The silk felt slippery and soothing, forcing me to relax. Monique sat on my hard cock and leaned forward kissing me fervently. I love her tight pussy and the way she fucks, up a little, then down, up a little more then down, over and over again. 

Crystal moved behind Monique, lubed her ass and plunged her hard 10-inch cock to the hilt. I felt the monster thrust in and out of Monique's ass thru the walls separating her pussy and bowels.

I lost it and shot a large load in her pussy.

"Turn around she ordered." 

I moved under her dripping pussy and drank my cum, loving it,

Crystal pulled my head to the edge of the bed, withdrew her cock from Monique's ass and pushed it in my mouth. "Tilt your head you cum whore!" she demanded.

I complied giving her a straight shot thru my mouth and deep into my throat. "Breath thru your nose." she suggested, turning suddenly gentle. "I will go slow and guarantee you will deep throat me before the night is over." 

Crystal took her time. She has incredible stamina and always recovers rapidly. At first, I only took 6 inches. It was enough to bring her to orgasm. I was disappointed when she withdrew feeding her cum to Monique. My sexy daughter drank thirstily and cleaned her cock.

She shoved her cock in again. This time I took 8 inches and tried to such her cock the way Monique had shown me. I evidently did fine as she reached orgasm again. Again, she withdrew and shot her load all over my face. Crystal and Monique lapped every drop and shared it in a deep kiss. 

My cock grew harder then ever. Monique took mercy on my need and easily deep throated my cock. Crystal told me if I did the same to her she would feed me her cum. It was just the promise I needed. I breathed deeply threw my nose, fought to control my gag reflex as Crystal slowly shoved her monster cock deep in my throat. She moved back a little and shoved deep again. I came hard in Monique's mouth. She saved it for special treat.

I fell in love with Crystal's cock. It is thick with a bulbous head. I felt her veins pulse with oxygen enriched blood and sucked it as hard as I could. As promised, she delivered her biggest load of the night to my mouth. I swallowed hard gulping down every drop.

Monique kissed me and delivered a load of my own cum she saved. 

It was the night I became a cum slut and had satisfied my curiosity and became a convert to transsexual sex. 

I hugged and kissed Crystal passionately and promised to see her again. "Gaby tells me your lover Charles likes to watch. It fine with me too."

Monique was overjoyed with my performance

"I cannot wait to tell mom. I just know she will want a foursome some day." an excited Monique said, hugging and kissing me passionately.

We arrived home to see Gabi. We greeted her with the usual hug and kiss.

"I have great news," Gaby and Monique said at the same time.

"Please go ahead mom," Monique respectfully yielded.

Fran and Sam dropped by the gallery this afternoon. You know their history so I will get to the point. Fran is a changed woman, no longer the devil may care sex fiend we all know. She and Sam are in love and have renewed their relationship and plan to marry."

"Oh that is so romantic." Monique gushed. 

"The change in Fran is remarkable." Gabi continued. "I told her she will be missed and wished them both the best. The last thing she told me her hope that someday another slut will replace her."

I agreed and called the Cindy Lu II with my satellite phone. The same Jamaican answered.

"Hi, can we speak to Sam and Fran."

"Sorry man. They are a little preoccupied at the moment." Give me your number and I'll make sure they call," 

The three of us burst into uncontrollable laughter, joined by the crewmember and barely got the phone number out. 

Some things about Fannie will never change. 

It took a few minutes for our laughter to stop. 

"So what is your news darling?" Gabi asked Monique.

Monique looked at me for approval. I nodded yes.

"To make a long story short, Dad and I spent the afternoon with Crystal."

"Wow! Tell me more!" Gabi asked.

Monique related the entire story. Gabi was amazed that I deep throated Crystal's monster. 

"Isn't her cum delicious?" Gabi asked. 

"Yes it is but I prefer it out your pussy or ass darling."

"Right answer!" Monique laughed. 

To be continued.



Family and Friends Ch. 03



Monique rushed into my office as excited as I have ever seen her other than our sexual encounters. "I just received an email from Fran. She and Sam married each other in Barbados,"

"That is great news," I replied. "Everyone will be thrilled."

"There's more daddy. Sam paid off the mortgage on her house. They invited Scott and me to live there rent-free. Sam will pay the property taxes. We will be responsible for all other expenses."

In her excited state, she rambled on in scattered thoughts.

"By the way, have you noticed the change in Scott? He was not exactly enthusiastic about my lifestyle. Now he cannot get enough. Promise not to tell Mom. He hid in the closed the last time we made love. Now, I think he has fallen head over heals for Crystal and her 10-inch cock."

"What about when you go back to school," I asked, changing the subject. 

"No problem. Ingrid and Lenore need a place. Their lease expires soon. I invited them to share the house. Scott is thrilled to share our house with two lesbians."

Ingrid is Monique's best girl friend. She is 18, and a confirmed lesbian. She is a beautiful brunette. I wish she were bi. Her 5'-8", 110 lb, 35-22-36, body turns me on. Her lover Lenore is the most beautiful African American woman I have ever seen. She is 25, with a robust 40-24-37 figure packed into 125 lbs. A short afro frames her dark eyes and sweet lips.

Both have modeled for several of my pairings. They are warm, friendly and love each other. They have regular sex with my wife and daughter. 

I will never forget the first time I saw Gabi with Lenore.

Ancestrally, Gabi and Lenore have much in common. Gabi's great, great grandmother is an escaped slave finding her way to sanctuary in Haiti in 1870 as a 6-year-old orphan. She fell in love with a white boy, the son of a merchant mariner. Gabi's grandparents are both white as is her mother and father. The diluting of skin color DNA thru the years gives Gabi an olive complexion

Lenore is the child of biracial parents and has a lovely dark brown complexion. 

The two met as volunteers helping to organize relief efforts for Haiti following the deviating earthquake. When Lenore found that Gabi has Haitian ancestors, the two bonded in their equal concern for racial harmony.

It was not long afterwards that they found themselves in bed making passionate love. Until Lenore met Ingrid, they made love every chance they could. Now they see each other infrequently which serves to increase their pleasure of each other. 

I had just completed a racially sensitive painting using Lenore and Ingrid. I titled it: "What if we are sisters?" It has the two in ragged clotting setting back to back. The background is a collage of turbulent times of African American history, including a slave ship, President Abraham Lincoln, Dr. Martin Luther King, the back of a bus, drinking fountains marked WHITE and COLORED and of a more positive note of changing times, a black and white shaking hands. Gabi asked me to paint it as a gift for Lenore and Ingrid.

Gabi asked both to come over to see the painting. Monique wanted to share in the surprise. They loved it and broke down crying when they leaned it was an idea and gift from Gabi. 

Their love of the painting and for Gabi and Monique seemed as good an excuse as any for a salacious romp in the bed.

Ingrid hugged and kissed Monique and the two headed to her room. Lenore, as adventurous and sexy as always invited me, as the painting's artist, to watch her and Gabi. 

Gabi and Lenore undressed each other. I set nearby and marveled at Lenore's incredible bust. They are magnificent standing tall and proud without the slightest droop. Her dark brown skin contrasted perfectly with Gabi's lighter complexion.

They kissed tenderly and softly as only two women can. Muffled moaning escaped their perfectly molded lips. They held the kiss as their mouths opened. Lenore closed her mouth around Gabi's tongue and sucked it deep into her mouth. 

Gabi held Lenore's head caressing her soft afro, palmed her ears and hugged her around the neck. Her tongue moved in and out of Lenore's mouth. She was fucking Lenore's mouth with her tongue.

The familiar aroma of two dripping pussies filled the room. The scene turned me on and I removed my shorts and briefs and pounded my cock. If the two lovers saw me, they paid no attention.

Gabi was now sucking Lenore's tongue and fondling her massive tits. Gabi moved down to Lenore's breasts. Her nipples were hard and no less than an inch long. Gabi held her right breast in both hands, squashed and rolled it as she sucked her long hard nipple.

Lenore raked her hands thru Gabi's long auburn hair and pulled her face harder against her bosom. Just the back of Gabi's head showed as Lenore pushed her head between her breasts. Gabi twisted and tweaked her nipples than palmed her tits pressing away from her valley.

She spread Lenore's legs giving me my first look at her shaved pussy. Just a hint of pink showed between her outer lips. Her cunt juice gave it a lovely sheen. 

Gabi opened Ingrid's outer lips, licked, and kissed the pink flesh. She pursed her lips sucking and gulping as much juice as she could. Lenore's clit grew out if it's sheath. It looked like a tiny cock and grew incredibly long. I had never seen such a clit. I got to me and I blew a massive load. It spread over my hand and wrist. 

My orgasm grew the women's attention and they watched as I lapped it up and swallowed every drop.

Lenore shortly forgot herself and told Gabi she wanted a taste the next time I came. Gabi asked her if that would break her lesbian code. "Just a taste will not turn me into a cum slut." Lenore replied, "Besides I have heard it tastes a lot like female ejaculate." 

"That I do want to taste." Gabi told her and moved again between Lenore's legs. She inserted two fingers into Lenore's pussy, twisted them moving in and out occasionally tasting her nectar.

"More! She pleaded.

Gabi added her other fingers and pounded Lenore's vaginal opening while flicking her thumb on her clit. She found Lenore's G-spot and moved back and forth over the tiny nub quickly filling her ejaculate gland. Lenore swooned in ecstasy, pinched her hard nipples, arched her back, sobbed and groaned as her entire body shook madly. 

Long streams of clear liquid squirted from her urethra bathing Gabi her luscious auburn hair, her face, breasts and belly. She moved over Lenore and fell on her body, smashing her tits and kissing her fervently. 

Locked in an open mouth kiss, the two sticky bodies rolled until Lenore landed on top. Gabi hugged the much younger women and gently rubbed her face much like a mother soothing a child. 

"I love your dark body," she told Lenore. "I love every inch of your perfect brown skin. I love your hair, your eyes and your succulent lips. Please pleasure this old body."

"You have the look of a 20-year old, darling. You still have your model's body. Your blue eyes touch my soul. I love your long silky auburn hair. It sets off so well your light brown complexion. You and Monique are my soul mates and I love and look forward to our much too infrequent moments together. 

"Ingrid and I look forward to living with Monique and Scott, if we can pry the young stud away from Crystal."

"So that's where he has been lately," I thought. 

"I think I am jealous of my daughter being so close to you," Gabi said.

"I have ways of making you remember me for a long time, my love," Lenore promised.

She fondled my wife's perfect 36-in breasts and lightly bit her hardening nipples. Her thigh found its way between her legs. She pushed hard into Gabi's pussy and rubbed her pussy against Gabi. Great gobs of hot pussy juice ran down their thighs soaking the bed.

It was too hot and I came again. Lenore stuck out her tongue and I placed a dollop of cum as Gabi looked on waiting for her reaction.

"Well and least I can say I tried It." she said. "No offence Robert. I can do without it."

"That's more like the woman I love." Gabi told her. "Now eat my pussy and I will give you the female cum you do love."

Gabi's words ignited a passion in Lenore; Gabi told me later she had never seen in her so emotional.

She treated Gabi as a love instead of an occasional sex toy. She roamed all over her body, squashing her tight 35-inch ass, holding her tiny 22-inch waist in her hands, massaging her back and her legs. She tickled her feet driving Gabi crazy and sucked her ten toes one at a time.

I was accustomed to seeing Gabi excited. Nonetheless, her reaction to Lenore was different in tone and manner. My first time seeing lesbian love was a revelation. They always place their lover's pleasure above their own. 

In the nest few hours, I lost count of their orgasms. One of Lenore's stands out

Lenore and Gabi were in a classic 69 with Lenore on top. Inches from Gabi's face Lenore's pussy secreted sweet juice continually in Gabi's mouth. She reached up with both hands and pulled Lenore's pussy to her lips. She fervently and lovingly ate Lenore's pussy with the touch of a feather. Her tongue probed angelically gentle. She slid one finger slowly into Lenore's vaginal opening. 

Lenore, overwhelmed by Gabi's tenderness, softly cried. "I swear to the spirits, only Ingrid has ever made me feel so loved," she sobbed, growing more emotional.

Gabi took her words to heart and added another finger to Lenore's vagina. Lenore moaned in contentment. 

Gabi found Lenore's G-spot and barley tucked it. It was mire than enough to fill her ejaculate gland with an immense volume of her clear salty sweet liquid.

Gabi lightly licked Lenore's throbbing clit. . 

Lenore's body shook and almost thrashed off the bed. Gabi grabbed Lenore from behind steadying her body. She threw her legs a high in the air, and screamed as an immense orgasm tore thru her body. 

She spurted time after time as orgasm followed orgasm. Her eyes glazed over as spasms ignited sparks throughout her body. Tears streamed from her eyes. Spittle leaked from her open mouth as she grunted and moaned.

Gabi held her tight and kissed her passionately as she slowly calmed down.

Monique and Ingrid, long finished ravishing each other, stood in the doorway. Ingrid rushed to her lover and Monique rushed to her mother. They helped the exhausted couple to the shower.

The four lovebirds came out of the shower clean and refreshed.

Lenore kissed and thanked Gabi. Ingrid kissed and thanked Monique. They each planted a kiss on my cheek and thanked me for the pointing.

To be continued.



Family and Friends Ch. 04



As daylight dawned the day following Gabi and Lenore night of hit sex, I was loading my jeep with art supplies. I had wanted to do a landscape of the shrimp boats since Gabi and I moved to Key West. 

It was a perfect day with a cloudless sky and daylight until 9 PM.

I saw Scott and Crystal strolling arm and arm toward our house. Scott, smiling ear to ear greeted me with a man hug and a handshake. Crystal hugged and kissed me warmly. They asked for a moment of my time. I was curious and invited them inside.

"I need to talk to Monique," Scott asked. 

"I think she is by the pool." I replied.

I asked Crystal what was going on. She smiled and asked me to bide my time and ask Gabi to join us. Gabi was awake but resting obviously tired from the long night with Lenore. She slipped into slippers and a robe and followed me to the living room, greeting Crystal with a hug and kiss

Monique and Scott returned. Both seemed very happy.

"We have an announcement," Scott started. "I have asked for Crystal's hand in marriage and she has accepted."

"I never expected to find the perfect man." Crystal beamed. 

"We just clicked."

"In and out of bed," Scott joked.

"Oh, you nasty boy," Crystal shot back.

Seeing them side by side, they are an imposing pair. Scott is 6"4". Crystal is 6' even. Scott is a muscular 195 lbs. Crystal is a well-proportioned 145. 

Monique whispered in my ear, "Crystal has one inch more cock than Scott."

Crystal overheard Monique and laughed. "What's an inch between friends?" she asked.

After hugs and kisses all around, Crystal invited us to a pool party Friday night, "We are on our way to tell Ingrid and Lenore;

Gabi asked about Charles. "He has wanted to move to Ft, Lauderdale for a while now. I will never forget his loyalty and care. We always wanted happiness for each other. I know he will do fine in the growing gay community there."

HOT STRAIGHT, BI, LESBIAN, INCEST, GAY AND TS SEX 

Gabi and Monique agreed to help Crystal with the party preparations and shopped most of the afternoon for all the necessities.

I picked up Lenore and Ingrid. They wore cover up dresses hiding their bikinis for now. I looked forward to seeing their beautiful bikini clad bodies. We arrived with the small party well underway. 

Gabi and Scott were dancing. Gabi held Scott very close, rubbed her bikini-clad breasts hard against his muscular chest, and pushed her pussy against his rising cock. 

Ingrid and Lenore shed their cover ups. They both wore very skimpy bikinis. Lenore's barely contained her awesome 40-inch breasts. "My goodness they are a perfect pair." I thought, appraising them with the eyes of an artist. As they joined the two couples dancing very close to each other, 

Monique held Crystal in her arms as they swayed to slow music. 

Crystal's prominent bulge pushed at Monique's bikini clad pussy. 

I wandered to the pool area and was surprised to see Fran and Sam hugging and swaying to the music.

Sam shook my hand and Fran hugged me. 

"What a nice surprise to see you two!" I told them.

"We were in Santo Domingo when we heard about Scott and Crystal," Fran explained, "We arrived here yesterday and called Crystal to congratulate her and arrange a visit. She invited us to the party and here we are."

We wandered back to the living room. I focused on Monique and Crystal.

"There are some nice lounge chairs by the pool," Fran hinted to Sam. Fran shed her bikini on the way. Sam is one lucky man. I thought and corrected myself by adding, "At least lately."

Monique smashed her 38-inch tits into Crystal's slightly larger 39-inch boobs. They rocked side to side roughly causing their tops to slip off. Crystal turned Monique around, moved close and cupped her tits. Monique reached back and grabbed Crystal's ass. Her hardening cock slipped from her string bikini and rose between Monique's legs. My daughter's pussy nectar flowed covering all of her monster rod. 

They motioned for me to follow them to Crystal's bed. On they way I noticed my wife fucking Scott on the living room sofa and Lenore and Ingrid heading for the guest bedroom.

Crystal and Monique stood nude before my wondering eyes and hardening cock. They removed my shorts and swimsuit. They roamed their hands all over my body. If Crystal was not kissing me, Monique was. They treated me like prime meat and I loved the attention. 

My rock hard cock oozed pre-cum and Monique and Crystal took turns sucking me off. Monique wanted a good fuck and had Crystal lay on the bed. She slowly sat down on Crystal's 10-inch monster and launched into her special fuck technique of rising a little then back down rising a little more each time. 

She drove Crystal crazy. Her cock throbbed in pre-orgasmic ecstasy. Her breathing came in short labored pants.  

"OOOOOOOHHHHHH! MY GOD!" she bellowed as she filled Monique's pussy to overflowing with hot creamy cum. Monique slowly lifted her body. Cum poured from her pussy. It covered Crystal's cock and balls. I cleaned the cum from Crystal's body. Monique sat on her face. Crystal eagerly retrieved her own cum. 

Crystal starred at my hard cock laid back on the bed.

"Fuck me!" she ordered. She kneeled on the bed, started eating Monique and thrust her ass in my face. I plowed my tongue into her asshole and lathered it with my saliva. Her hole opened slowly. My prodding cock slipped easily into her rectum. It was warm. A musty odor of old cum and waste escaped her ass. It blended with the powerful scent of fresh cum and pussy juice. 

It fueled the fire of our mind numbing eroticism. 

I pushed into Crystal's bowels slowly at first then rammed it to the hilt. Crystal pushed her face onto Monique's cunt covering it with her sweet nectar. I recognized from pas experience as my daughter's mind drifted to another world drowning in pools of cum and pussy juice. She held Crystal's head firmly to her pussy. Crystal forcefully moved away and jammed three fingers into Monique's vaginal opening.

I developed a nice rhythm plowing Crystal's ass. My balls slapped her's and I moved down to jack her cock. She turned to her back with Monique still on her face. 

"Now suck it you nasty cum whore!" she ordered,

I eagerly took the monster into my mouth. Only 7 inches cleared my throat. 

Monique, aroused by Crystal eating her out, came quickly and watched me suck the cock I loved. I badly wanted to take in Crystal's entire log but paused to clean my daughter's pussy.

"Fuck your father!" she ordered Monique and moved my head to the edge of the bed allowing me to comfortably deep throat her log.

Monique sat on my cock and performed her magic. I never tired of her pussy milking my hard cock. I unloaded for the second time and watched Crystal clean my daughter's pussy. My drained cock went limp. I thought I was done for the night and concentrated on Crystal. It never ceased to amaze me that such a beautiful woman had such a large cock. 

She fucked my face with a slow continual rhythm burying deep with each stroke. She paused allowing me to lick her bulbous head then plunged deep. Her prominent veins felt incredible rolling across my sensitive tongue. I loved the monster and eagerly awaited her orgasm, knowing her amazing recuperative power would give me several more loads of her delicious cum.

I heard her breathing hard. Her cock stiffened and unloaded in my mouth. I held as much as I could, savoring the taste and creamy texture. Her final spurt covered my face. After Monique cleaned my face, I accepted and swallowed another mouth full pouring from by daughter's mouth..

Crystal's still hard cock entered my mouth again. The only thought in my mind was the ecstasy of her cock plunging in and out of my throat.  

I suddenly felt soft lips on my limp cock sucking it to full erection. It could not be Monique. She was setting near my face urging Crystal onward. It could not be Gabi. She was busy with Scott. It had to be Fran. 

Of all the blowjobs in my life, none compared to the hot, sexy red head. She has a way of sucking in her cheeks and lips to cover every inch of my cock as she bobbed up and down. She started slow and gradually increased her speed to a blur. 

Experience taught her to recognize the signs of a pending orgasm and she stopped holding my cock saying, "Not yet baby. I'm a long way for finishing you off." 

It turned into the most memorable blowjob of my life and lasted over an hour. In that time Crystal delivered two more loads and settled back to watch the remarkable cocksucker, Fran. 

When I finally blew, a long spurt flew into her mouth and down her throat. She held my throbbing head in her mouth and licked the head until my cock finally softened.

I finally regained my composure and viewed a remarkable site. Crystal was giving Sam a blowjob while my daughter road his face. 

Fran and I left the room.

Scott and my wife sat side my side on the sofa, their hot session finished. 

"Congratulations on your pending marriage, Scott." Fran spoke. Looking at his semi-erect cock she joked: 'You two are compatible in more ways than one." 

"If anyone knew both cocks it is Fran." I thought,

"I agree with your assessment." Gabi said.

Indeed, I soon learned that Scott's 9-inch cock is every bit as impressive as Crystal's 10-inch monster. 

Scott blushed and became excited. His cock began to grow harder/

Gabi had a strange look of lust on her face.

"Honey, Fran and I have had Scott's cock and love the taste of his cum. You really should try it. I promise it is richer and creamier than Crystal."

Scott smiled his approval. I could never refuse my wife anything she desired and admitted that sucking a real man's cock had a certain appeal, especially the 20 year old, 195 lb stud with a cock comparable to Crystal.

Gabi moved away and Scott spread his hot body on the sofa. I moved to my knees beside his hot body. I held his head and kissed the first man in my life. He responded by opening his mouth and thrusting his tongue over mine and frantically mauling my lips.

It was excitingly man on man rough, completely different from the tender kisses from the women in my life. I felt for his cock and held the semi-erect lance as it became rock hard. He was ready but I planned to prolong his pleasure. I licked up and down his rippled chest and stomach and felt his cock twitch repeatedly as my I speeded up the licking. When I licked his balls, I detected the unmistaken taste of my wife's pussy juice and gave her a knowing smile.

She and Fran thrust their hands in each other's cunt, moaned and watched with eager anticipation. I held Scott's cock at the base and licked up and down his shaft then took the head in my mouth and swirled my tongue hard and quickly. 

A pool of pre-cum poured from his pee hole and I lapped it up. As Gabi promised, it was very creamy and delicious. I savored in for a moment and intensely craved for more. I swirled it around until my mouth filled with a cum and saliva lubricating mixture. 

Scott's cock slid easily down my throat. His veins are more prominent than Crystal's. The sensational feeling rolling over my tongue and lips heightened my desire and I moved very slowly up and down as my cock turned so hard it hurt.

Fran never ignores a hard on and lay between my legs taking my cock in her mouth. Crystal turned hot and rammed her cock down Scott's throat.

Ingrid and Lenore came into the living room and joined the building Daisy Chain. Crystal and Fran helped Scott and me to floor. Fran sucked my cock as I sucked Scott. Sam saw Crystal's huge cock in Scott's mouth and her waiting lips. He moved in and Crystal took him deep. 

Sam saw Monique and motioned her to his face, and lapped her sweet pussy. Fran had a satisfied look on her face seeing her husband enjoying Crystal's blowjob and Monique's pussy in his face. Ingrid fed Monique her pussy. She in turn plowed into Gabi's cunt. Lenore completed the chain eating Fran and feeding her pussy to Gabi.

As a muti-orgasmic wave swept thru the room, screams and moans filtered outside and awoke a nearby neighbor. Fearing the worst she alerted the police. Tony, new to the force had a good idea what was going on at Crystal's house and took the call.

He knocked on the door and Monique peeked thru the curtains of a window nest to the door. We all breathed a sigh of relive when she identified the cop as her friend Tony,

Monique, then a high school 15-year-old freshman had a mad crush for the 18-year-old Senior Tony. It was a difficult time. She longed for Tony in the worst way but honored Gabi and my request to refrain from sex until she turned 18. Tony loved and respected Monique and they only engaged in kissing ad heavy petting.

Like many young men in town, he lost his virginity to Fran.

They lost contact when Monique left for college and Tony joined the Army Reserve as an MP. After two years in Iraq, he applied to the police force. His experience led to his quick hire and he was in his rookie year. He had blossomed from a good looking but skinny kid to a 22-year-old muscled young man. 

Monique, blown over again, hugged and kissed Tony. "I have missed you so much," she professed. "I am so sorry we lost contact. My goodness! Look at you now. You are better looking then ever." she added feeling his muscled arms and chest.

Tony hugged Monique in return and told Monique how happy he was to see her again. "You have grown into a beautiful woman. I hope we can take off from where we left off in high school," he fondly told Monique. "You have been on my mind constantly. I never stopped loving you."

"I would love to start again," Monique replied. "I still love you very much. Come join the party."

He was somewhat embarrassed as Monique introduced everyone.

"Nice to see, I mean meet you," he said to Crystal, Sam and Scott.

To Fran he said, "You are looking good as ever Fran. I heard about you and Sam. I am very happy for you both."

He kissed Ingrid and Lenore on the cheek. "You are a lovely couple. Nice to see you again." 

We warmly hugged and kissed Gabi on the cheek. "It has been a long time, Gabi." 

"Yes is has. I am so happy for you and Monique to reconnect. I have seldom seen her happier than she is right now."

"Thank you so much Gabi. I never stopped loving her."

Shaking my hand warmly, Tony looked me straight in the eye. "Some day, Sir, I will ask for your blessing of my marriage to Monique,"

"If she is happy with you, I will be honored to accept you into our family," I promised.

"It would seem you have a lot of catching up to do," Gabi added.

Seeing all the nude bodies, Tony was aroused and did not want to wait to do as Gabi hinted. He called his commander on his squawk box. "I found the source of the complaint. I can handle it. No need for backup."

"Do what you feel best and take the rest of the night off." we heard the duty officer command.

"Yes sir." Tony replied a little too excited and found Monique. She did not want to wait and escorted Tony to a bedroom. It proved to be match made in heaven. 

Of course, Monique gradually introduced him into her world of bisexuality and incest. He readily took to Gabi and Crystal and grew very fond and respectful of Lenore and Ingrid. He loved seeing Monique and Gabi make love to each other and the beautiful lesbians.

As they privately made love for the first time, the rest of us headed to the pool to cool off and remove the sweat and other stains from our bodies.

"You all really know how to throw a party," Sam happily exclaimed. 

THE END



Family and Friends Miss Playoffs



It was Sunday morning. I just woke up and I had as a message from Kara. I'd been buried at work and hadn't talked to her for 3 days. Kara is my BFF. My name is Lisa and I'm 19 years old. 

She asked me what I'd been doing and I told her a work project and that I was sorry to be out of it for so long. She started telling me about what was going on. We chatted for a while and then she invited me over. I never said no when she invited me. I liked hanging out with her. I said yes and we made plans. I felt relieved for the return of my normal life. 

I got out of bed to get dressed. Normally I would just throw on Jeans and a T shirt. After all, I was just going to Kara's house. I go all the time. Today I stopped and thought. I looked in my closet. As I did I started thinking. 

Kara lived at home. She had a younger brother who was 18. I'm 5'2", 110 lb, 36c, with dark brown hair down the middle of my back. I always catch him checking me out. He follows me around like a puppy dog. He's an A student, very smart, but I didn't think he had much experience with girls. I'd never heard of him dating. 

I remembered that Kara once said she'd even caught her father checking me out. We always joke that I should flash them my tits and see what happens. 

I admit I liked the attention and after working so hard I was feeling flirty and a bit of I want to go wild. 

Just as we joked about her family checking me out. I would point out that her younger brother was always trying to peep on her. Kara was 19, gorgeous, 5' 7", 125lbs. She had dark skin and dark hair. There was some Hispanic in her. She had a high firm ass and great tits. She'd just laugh and say she'd caught him looking. She even once told me she caught her father looking down her shirt. He had turned bright red and turned away. 

I figured I was just going over there. If they were going to check me out I should look good. I grabbed a short denim skirt. It barely covered my ass. I found a fitted white button down top and one of my sexiest bras. It was pink, push-up and barely covered my nipples. Last I added a cute pink thong, I wore sneakers. I wanted to look casual. 

I put the outfit on. I looked hot. You could see the bra through the shirt, but that was OK in today's casual styles. If I bent over a little my ass started to come into view. I left enough buttons unbuttoned so I was showing cleavage. 

I jumped in my car. I noticed as I did my skirt slid up and my panties were showing. I thought it would be fun to get stopped by a cop. Then I wondered if Kara's brother or father were home. I found myself hoping they were. 

Kara's brother answered the door. At 18 he was cute. He was also awestruck. He just stood there blinking. I knew he had a crush on me, but this was adorable. Finally I said, "Can I come in." 

He moved out of the way and tried to stammer something. It was funny. Kara came down the stairs. She looked at me and then at her brother. 

She laughed and said to me, "What are you trying to do, kill him?" 

I laughed. Her brother told her to drop dead and ran out of the room. 

Kara looked at me again and said, "What's with the outfit?" 

I replied that I thought I'd give her brother a treat. 

She laughed and said, "Well, everyone's home, so I'm sure you're going to get attention in that."

Everyone. Oops, I forgot about Kara's mom. I mean she was cool, but I had no idea how'd she react. Then again, I'd seen her dress to go out. 5'6" maybe 140, but she was built and knew how to show it off when she wanted too. 

I walked into the house. Mom and Dad were in the living room. 

Dad was the first to see me. At first he just stared. Then he said, "Hi Lisa, haven't seen you all weekend, how have you been." 

Lisa's mom turned to look at me. I answered her Dad. "I'm doing great Mr. H. I've been buried in a work project." 

"Hi Mrs. H," I said.

"Hi Lisa. Don't you look hot today. Whose heart are you trying to break, or catch. I pity him." 

"No one special," I replied. "I've just bed cooped up so long I wanted to dress up a bit." 

"Well," she said, "judging from Ricky's reaction, you've succeeded." 

I looked where she looked. Kara's brother was just standing there staring. 

His face flushed, and he said, "Mommmm!!" 

I walked over to him. I'm only 5'2", he was taller. I knew when he looked at me he could look right down my cleavage. 

I smiled at him and said, "It's ok Ricky. I'm flattered you think I'm pretty. Any girl would be happy with attention from someone as sweet as you." 

I kissed him on the cheek. He just blushed.

Mrs H said to me, "classy." Referring to how I handled Ricky. 

Kara said, "Let's go up to my room." 

I don't think anyone realized Ricky was right at the bottom of the stairs. As I followed Kara up he was watching me. I was pretty sure he could see up my skirt. Just for fun I dropped my phone. As I bent over to get it, turned, looked at Ricky, and blew him a kiss. I'm pretty sure my entire ass was on display. I thought to myself that left him with masturbation fantasies for years to come. 

Kara and I went to her room. Nothing special. Just girl talk. After about an hour I wanted a coke. I asked Kara if she wanted one. She said sure. So I got up to go downstairs and get them.

Mr and Mrs H were still in the living room. The couch had a view of the kitchen. A dirty thought crossed my mind. I thought about Kata and my joke about flashing her dad too. 

As I walked past them I said, "Just getting some cokes." 

I went to the cabinet to get some glasses. At 5'2" I had to reach. I could feel the air on my ass as my skirt pulled up. 

Then I went to get some ice. The ice maker was in the bottom freezer. I bent over to fill the glasses. I was sure they both got a good look at my ass. 

I filled the glasses with coke and headed back upstairs. As I walked past them, Mr H tried not to look at me, but Kara's mom just smiled. 

"Got everything you need?" she said. 

"Yes thank you," I responded. 

I headed back up to Kara's room. I told her what happened. 

"Well aren't you the little slut," she said. 

I told her it was kind of exciting to be checked out like that. We talked for a while longer. Mrs H asked if I wanted to stay for dinner.

We all sat at the table. Mr. H on one side of me, Ricky on the other. I knew that by looking down they could both see my panties. Mr H was about 6' and certainly got a great view of my cleavage. They both spent dinner trying to not get caught looking. Kara noticed. I'm pretty sure Mrs. H did too. 

Dinner was nice. I really like Kara's family and the added sensation of showing off just added to the fun. 

After dinner Kara and I went back up to her room. 

"Wow, my dad was really checking you out," said Kara. 

"I noticed," I said. "It kind of turned me on." 

"I gotta admit, it looked fun," she replied," I was kind of jealous. 

We hung out a bit more and it was getting to be time to go. We said our goodbyes and I headed downstairs to let myself out. Mrs. H was still in the living room. I said goodnight.

Mrs. H. came over to me. She took my hands and kissed me on the forehead. She'd never done that before. Then she whispered softly in my ear. "Great ass. If you got it, flaunt it." She then lightly kissed my earlobe. 

I was stunned. I stammered, "Thank you." 

She laughed and said, "Don't be a stranger. We'd like to see more of you. Lots more." 

With that I left. I got in my car and took a deep breath. I could not believe she said that. 

I had just got home from work the next day when Kara texted me. I replied.

"Hi"

"OMG, OMG, OMG"

"What happened?"

Kara told me that after we talked. She decided to get a coke. She told me she heard the TV downstairs. She usually sleeps in just a big oversized T. She said she'd been thinking about what I did to Ricky and her dad and that nobody'd seen her ass in a while. So she threw on a T that just barely covered her ass. When she got downstairs Ricky was watching TV. When he saw her he couldn't stop looking. She said it made her feel kind of sexy. 

She said went to the fridge. She could tell Ricky was watching her. The urge just came over her. She bent way over. To get something out of the Fridge. Her T shirt slid way up and her ass was completely showing. Then she remembered she wasn't wearing panties. 

"LOL. you slut"

"I know! But it just felt so wrong and so hot. I liked it"

"LOL. yep, sounds slutty to me. I love it!"

Kara told me she stayed like that for a second and then turned and saw Ricky staring. She thought he'd look away. 

"I think he was so shocked he was mesmerized."

"LOL. wouldn't doubt it. You have a great ass. Probably the first pussy he ever saw"

"Yeah, no doubt

She went on that since he was staring she looked back at him and, still bending over a bit, put her fingers to get lips and said Shhhhhh.

She then stood up to go back upstairs. 

As she walked by Ricky watched her. When she got close he said, "Kara. You are so beautiful."

It was so sweet. He was looking at me with these big puppy dog eyes."

She kissed him on the forehead, thanked him, and told him that was sweet. 

"That was kinda sweet," replied.

"Yeah, I thought so."

She went on. It was so sweet that when she got to the bottom of the stairs she stopped to look at him. She said "promise you won't tell?" 

He promised

She pulled her T shirt up to her waist and turned around for him. 

"LOL. OK, that is slutty. But sounds fun."

She told me it was. Ricky just said he loved her and she went upstairs. 

"I can't believe how hot, and sweet, it was."

"Sounds it. Bet he'd die if we did it together."

She LOLed. We chatted a bit more. Then said good night

After that I watched some TV, and then I went to my room to climb into bed. I lay down, closed my eyes, I started thinking about my conversation with Kara. I fingered myself to orgasm thinking of Kara and Ricky, and fell asleep. 

That Tuesday after work, as I usually did, I picked up my iPad and texted Kara.

"Hey Slut. Lol. Whatcha doing."

"You would not believe what happened." 

"What?

She told me that after everyone had gone to bed last night Ricky knocked on her door. She opened it. He had this shy little kid look on his face. She asked him if everything was alright and he said yeah. Then she asked him if he needed anything. 

"What did the cute little perv want?"

She told me he was looking at the ground and said, "Can I see your butt again?"

"LOL. he is a little perv."

"I know. But it was kinda cute"

"Yeah, It is. what'd ya do?"

Kara said she kissed him on the forehead and told him to go sit on the bed. She was still dressed from the day. She told him if he promised not to tell he could watch her change. 

"LOL. you are a slut. Sounds fun!"

"I know. I couldn't believe I was doing this."

"So, tell me everything. What were you wearing." 

Kara told me she was wearing a skirt and top. 

"That all?"

"No, I was wearing underwear."

"I said tell me everything. Details girl. Details."

"LOL. OK OK."

She said she was wearing a lacy white thong and matching bra. She got back to her story. 

He promised not to tell and sat on the bed. He had his hands folded on his lap. He looked like he was sitting in church. She realized he was trying to hide his erection. 

She turned on some music and decided to tease him a bit. She stood facing him and slowly unzipped her skirt. It fell to the floor. She stepped out of it and slowly turned around showing off her ass. She could see his hard on through his pajamas it was too big to cover with his hands. 

She then pulled her top off and threw it at him. He grabbed it and used it to cover his crotch. 

She reached to undo her bra. It was a front clasp one. She stopped went over to him and said , "You do it."

"OMG, he must have died."

"He just stared at me."

Finally she convinced him it was ok. He reached out, fumbled with the clasp, and finally got it undone. She had her hands over the cups so it didn't show her tits. 

She stood up and said, "ready?"

He nodded and she let the bra fall off her shoulders to the floor. 

She cupped her tits with her hands and said, "Have you ever seen tits before?" 

He just stammered something

"LOL. you tease"

"I know, but it was so much fun I couldn't help myself."

"I could have watched."

"Who you kidding. You wou would have undressed me."

"True. Don't stop! Then what."

Then she turned her back to him and slid her thong slowly over her ass and let them fall to the floor. 

As she did he groaned and then said "oh no!"

"Oh no?"

"Yup, the poor kid came on my top. LOL"

"LOL"

He started to apologize. She told him it was OK and that sometimes girls found it flattering when boys couldn't control themselves. Here she was naked and comforting him. 

She told him it was time to go. He better clean up and go to bed. He nodded and got up to leave. She picked her thong up off the floor and asked him if he wanted to take them with him. He just nodded. She handed them to him, kissed his cheek, pushed him out the door and shut it. 

"OMG. that is so hot," I replied

"That is so wrong."

"LOL. I know that's what makes it hot."

The next day was crazy at work. I didn't get home till late. I got online. Kara messaged me.

"You are a bad influence."

"LOL, I know. What happened."

"Well little perv came to my room last night. He looks so pathetic. I told him he could watch me change again. This time while watching me change he pulled out his cock and started jacking off. I was shocked he was so brave. Plus he had like a 7 or 8" cock. 

"Wow, that's pretty cool! I wonder how big your dads is."

"Let me finish. So I undress while he jacks off. Then I give him my panties and send him to his room. I got to admit. I was a little tempted to help him. LOL."

"Naughty Naughty!"

"Oh yeah, like little miss show him all, wouldn't be tempted."

"Tempted? Hell yeah, hey, I'd even watch you. :)"

" :). OK. anyways. You know I always sleep in a big T shirt."

"Yeah."

"Well lately I've been sleeping in shorter ones. It's fun. Ricky and dad would look at me as I went to the kitchen or something. Mom saw it yesterday and said. 'A little short isn't it?' I just told her I was comfy. She said, 'well, you do look cute'." 

"That's pretty cool."

"But that's not all. So the other day I go downstairs to get something to drink. Dads in the living room. I remembered flashing Ricky and how fun it was. I said, 'hi daddy.' as I walked by. Then I went to the fridge, bent way over to put ice in my glass. I knew he could see my ass and pussy."

"You are turning into a slut. I like it."

"I know. Somehow I think it's your fault, but I'm loving it. Anyway. As I'm bending over Dad says, 'Have told you lately how pretty you are?' I just stayed bent over and looked at him and said, 'no, that's so sweet of you.' I then stood and faced him. Yawned and stretched my arms over my head. My pussy was totally showing."

"OMG. What did he do?"

"He asked why a pretty girl like me didn't have a boyfriend. I went over and sat on his lap. He's in a pair of soft shorts. My bare ass was right on his lap. I hugged him and said, 'Because no one compares to you.' I could feel his cock getting hard. I wiggled my ass on it kissed him goodnight and ran to my room."

"OK that is hot. Hell. I'd sit on his lap too. We should do a sleep over."

"Totally," Kara said. 

When I got home Thursday Kara wanted to know if I wanted to come over. I said OK and just drove over in my work clothes. 

Today I had worn one of my sexier outfits. All this talk with Kara was making me feel a little wild. It was a wrap dress of a clingy material. When tied it crossed my tits and you could see my cleavage and bra. If you looked you could make out my nipples. The bottom of the wrap opened about 2" below my pussy. Sitting at my desk it had completely fell to the sides and showed my panties and a bit of belly. 

I am admin help in a small office. I sit behind a desk all day. No one could see. It felt kind of hot knowing I was exposed and no one could see. I wondered what Kara would say.

I let myself in. Kara's mom was in the living room. 

"Hi Mrs. H," I said. 

She turned looked at me and said, "Hi Lisa, isn't that a sexy dress."

I knew it was, but I played it off. "Just something I wear to work," I said. 

"Well, it's adorable," she said. "Kara's in her room." Then she laughed and said "Don't let Ricky see you in that dress, he'll probably have a heart attack and die." 

I laughed and went up to Kara's room. 

"Some dress," she said.

"Like it," I responded.

"Yeah, I do. You'll have to let me borrow it someday."

"Your 4" taller than me. Your pussy and ass would be hanging out,"

"So?" She said. 

We laughed and started talking. I was sitting on the bed. Just like in the car my dress parted and my panties were showing. Kara noticed, called me a slut and we laughed. We spent some time hanging out. All of a sudden her brother knocks on the door. 

Kara told him to come in. He came in and was surprised to see me there. He then noticed my panties were showing. He turned red and looked away.

Kara said, "what's up." 

He stammered, "Never mind. I'll talk to you later." 

Kara said, "It's Ok, what's going on." 

At this point she knew what he wanted and was just teasing him. He looked so cute. Between looking at me, being 18, and wanting to see his sister naked. It was just adorable. 

"Come on in," Kara said. "I've got a surprise for you." 

He came in the room. 

I was sitting on the bed. Kara told me to come over to her. I got up and stood near her and her brother. Next thing I knew Kara was reaching for the tie on my dress. If she untied it, the dress would fall apart. I'd basically be in my bra and panties. I could have stopped her but the idea turned me on. I let her pull the string. My dress fell open. I was standing there in a matching bra and a really small see through pair of a cross between boy shorts and bikini panties.

Ricky's mouth dropped open. 

I pulled the dress back, so could see better, and put my hands on my hips. "Happy" I asked? 

He nodded. 

I said to Kara, "I better be going." 

I looked at Ricky standing there just afraid to move. 

I said, "I've got something for you." I slowly wiggled out of my panties and handed them to him. I then tied my dress back up. 

Kara just smiled at me and mouthed, "You're such a slut."

She then scooted Ricky out of her room. 

"I bet he jacks off with those for a month," she said. 

"That's gross," I said. "We will have to keep bringing him new ones."

I let myself out and headed home. It was about 10 and I went to my room. I climbed into bed. My fingers reached for my pussy. I realized that I fingered myself to sleep every night for the last few nights. I think that was more than the last 2 months. I smiled, and did it again.

Saturday Kara texted me and asked me if I wanted to hang out. She said her mom wasn't home. I told her I had to shower and would be over after. 

I jumped in the shower thinking about the stuff that had been happening. I grabbed the shower massage and brought myself to a nice orgasm. I then dried off and went to my room to change and grab clothes. 

I decided to wear a short white sundress to Kara's. It was a shirt dress and buttoned all the way up the front. I buttoned only the essential buttons. The dress was a gauzy material. With the light behind it, it was barely there. I put a yellow thong on under it. You could see the contrast. I grabbed a pair of tiny boy shorts panties and short tank top to sleep in. 

I jumped in my car and headed to Kara's. I let myself in. Her dad was in the living room watching a game.. "Hi Mr H. "Where's Kara?" 




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"I think she's up in her room." Then he added, "Love the dress." 

"Thanks," I said. "What are you up to?"

"Watching the game with friends. Rhonda is out of town." 

I looked past him. There were 2 guys sitting in the living room. They were watching the game, but right now they were looking at me and Mr. H. 

That gave me an idea. I did a quick turn letting the dress flair out. "You don't think it's too sexy?" I asked. I knew he saw my panties as I spun.

"No, I don't think it's too sexy. I think most men would love to see you in that or something sexier. Hell, they'd love to see you naked." 

I kissed him on the cheek and said, "Never know." 

I went upstairs to find Kara. She was In her room playing on her tablet."

We chatted like girls, and hung out. We decided to go downstairs and watch the game. . 

Kara looked at me and said, "Dad's going to love that dress." 

I told her he already saw it and did love it. 

She said it figured. Then she said, "Well if you're going to look so hot, I should too." 

She started going through her closet. I heard her say, "perfect." 

She turned around holding a white dress it looked like a long white tank top. She pulled her clothes off and slid the dress over her head. It did not hide anything. It clung to every curve of her body like a second skin. Her Dark nipples were almost visible. It barely covered her ass. 

"Nice," I said. "No panties?"

"No panty lines," she laughed. 

She then walked up to me. She unbuttoned one button from the top and one from the bottom. The top gaped open to where it just hid my nipples. When I walked my yellow thong was clearly visible. 

I reminded Kara her Dad was downstairs and that he was watching TV with friends. 

She giggled and told me they were work friends and one was about 21 and cute. I wondered how dad would feel seeing his daughter dressed like this in front of friends. I said that I'd be scared they'd try to fuck her in front of her dad.

Kara laughed and in an exaggerated funny voice said, "Oh no, that would be horrible."

We headed down the stairs. Mr. H saw us first. "Hi girls, what's up?" 

"Nothing," Kara said. "We figured we'd come down and watch the game with you, if you guys don't mind." 

"Don't mind at all," said Mr H. 

I could tell he noticed how we were dressed, but he didn't say a thing. The other guys turned around to look. They kinda stared. As we walked into the living room Mr. H introduced us. 

"Hey guys, this is my daughter Kara and her friend Lisa." 

Truthfully, I don't remember the guys names. 

If Mr. H. Was concerned about how we were dressed he didn't say anything. In fact he seemed kind of proud. 

"They came down to watch the game with us." 

The 2 friends on the couch moved over and made room for me in the middle. Mr H patted the arm of his chair and told Kara there was enough room for both of them. 

I went to sit down. I'm sure as I bent over to sit both guys saw at least 1/2 my ass. When I sat the unbuttoned dress gaped and my panties were clearly on display. I just pretended I didn't notice. 

Kara sat 1/2 on her dad's lap 1/2 on the arm of the chair leaning against her dad. That meant her ass was facing us. He put his arm around her resting on the arm of the chair. His hand landed at her thigh right at the hem of her dress. His fingers played with it. 

As we watched the game I noticed he was slowly pulling the hem up bit by bit. I knew where he was sitting he couldn't see her ass. So if he was doing it on purpose it was to show his friends. The dress had ridden so high you could see 1/2 her ass. 

I noticed the guys sitting on the couch with me. They weren't sure where to look. I think they forgot about the game and were only watching us. 

I asked if anyone wanted a drink. All the guys said they'd have a beer. I got up to get them. Again when I got up I'm sure I flashed 1/2 my ass. When I opened the fridge, the beers were on the bottom shelf. I smiled to myself. I bent over straight legged and grabbed 3. I knew for sure my ass was completely exposed to all of them. 

I brought the beers into the room. When I gave each guy their beer I bent over. They each got a very clear view of my tits down my top. I sat back down. Kara gave me a quick wink. 

Then she said to me. "You didn't get yourself anything. I'm going to get a Diet Coke. Want one?"

I said, "Sure."

Kara climbed off the chair. She made no move to adjust her dress. It had slid 1/2 way up her ass and her pussy was exposed. Everyone looked. She pretended not to notice. Her dad was behind her and could only see her ass. She turned to him and asked him if he wanted anything else. Now, he also could see her pussy was exposed.

He just smiled at her and said, "No, I'm all set thanks." 

Kara got us 2 glasses. She reached to an upper cabinet. There were some in the lower cabinet shelf, but she stretched for the top letting her dress slide higher. She then pulled out the freezer drawer. With her legs slightly apart she bent over to get ice for the glasses. That did it. Her dress slid completely up over her ass. We could see her pussy and ass perfectly. She stood up. Back still to us, ass exposed, she put the glasses on the counter and filled them. She put the coke back in the fridge, picked up the glasses, and turned to us. Glass in each hand. 

It was only then, as she walked towards us, did she pretend to notice her dress. 

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry," she said. 

The 2 friends mumbled something about it's ok and no worries. She quickly handed me my coke and tried to readjust the dress with one hand. Her dad held out his hand. She handed him the drink and pulled her dress down. Well almost down. She still had a bit of ass showing. She climbed back up on the arm leaning into her dad. His hand went back around her to the hem of her dress. This time it was obvious he was slowly pulling it up. He didn't stop till her ass was completely exposed and the dress almost around her waist. Then he rested his hand on her ass. She leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. 

He looked at her, and in a soft voice, pretending we were not supposed to hear, said, "no panties?"

She shrugged and said, "No panty lines." 

I giggled.

I am not sure the guys watched the rest of the game. We kept getting up and doing stuff. They'd watch us. 

When the game ended we finally went up to Kara's room. We giggled, laughed, called each other slut, and reviewed our antics and their reactions. I commented that her dad seemed to enjoy it. Actually seemed proud of her. 

"I know," she said. "I thought I was going to cum every time he pulled my dress up when I sat down. I was afraid when I stood up you'd see my pussy juice on my thighs. And his hand on my ass. Did you see that." 

We giggled and chatted more. Her Dad called us for dinner. We got up to go. Kara looked at me and said, "No way." 

No way what? I thought. 

She grabbed my thong and pulled it off me. I stepped out of it. "That's better," she said. We both giggled. 

Mr. H was in the kitchen. He smiled when he saw us. "Well, you girls certainly impressed my friends today," he said. 

We innocently asked what they'd said.

"They couldn't stop talking about how hot you are. By Monday I'm sure everyone at work will know how hot my daughter and her friend are."

"Uh oh," said Kara, obviously worried. "Is that a bad thing?" 

"Nah," said her Dad. "One's married, and no one would believe them anyway. But it's true. You girls sure are hot."

We thanked him. 

He looked at me and said, " I see you lost the panties." 

I giggled and told him his daughter made me. I asked if he wanted me to go put them back on. 

"He laughed," and said. "No way, I love pussy." We all laughed and ate dinner. 

"Where's Ricky'" I asked. The little perv was always around when I was here. 

"He's at a friends house. He should back around 9-9:30," he answered. 

We made small talk. Kara and I went upstairs. Around 9 we decided to go watch TV. Kara said let's get ready for bed first. Kara pulled on a short T shirt that barely covered her ass. I put on my T and little boy shorts. They also barely covered anything. 

We walked into the living room. Ricky and Mr H were watching TV. We asked what they were watching. Ricky's mouth dropped open. He kept looking at his dad then us. Mr H acted like nothing was going on and told what they were watching. 

Kara lay down on the floor in front of the couch. Her top pulled up and exposed her ass. I asked Ricky if I could sit on the couch with him. He nodded. I lay down on the couch and put my feet in his lap and asked if it was OK. He mumbled yes. 

I think he forgot the TV was on. Between his sister's ass, my feet and panties, and his dad's non reaction. He had no idea what was going on. 

I could feel his hard cock against my legs. I decided to tease him and rub my legs or feet against it every once in awhile. He got bold and started rubbing his hand up and down my leg. I couldn't believe he'd gotten so brave. He kept moving it slowly higher and higher waiting for me to react. The only reaction I made was to sigh, spread my legs a little, and place my leg on his cock so he knew I was doing it deliberately. I was wondering how far he'd go. I mean, he's 18, he must know something. Who knows. 

I looked around. There was a throw on the floor near the couch. I asked Kara if she'd throw it to me. She rolled over, grabbed it and threw it to me. When she did her pussy was completely exposed. Ricky looked at his dad to see if there was a reaction. His dad just smiled and went back to the TV. I put the throw over my hips. Ricky's hands now started going a little higher. I put my fingers in the waistband of my panties, lifted my ass, and pushed them down as far as I could. 

Ricky got the idea and pulled them the rest of the way off me. Knowing they were gone, he ran his hand right up to my pussy. I spread my legs to give him access. He was kind of clumsy and rough. I took his hand in mine to guide him. He was a quick learner and was soon fingering me just the way I like. I kept playing with his cock with my feet. I could feel myself starting to cum. Again I took his hand and guided it. I came, as I did I let out a loud moan. Mr. H and Kara turned to look at me. 

Kara giggled. 

Now I wanted to return the favor. I sat up, stretched and said out loud that my side hurt. I asked him if I could put my head in his lap. He nodded, again looking at his dad for a reaction. I turned around keeping covered with the blanket. I put my head in his lap. I then pulled my top up over my tits. I took his hands and again showed him how to touch them. Once he got the hang of it. I let go of his hands and slid mine to his lap. I could feel his hard cock. 

As he played with my tits I rubbed his cock through his pants. It took about 3 minutes till I felt it spasm and felt his pants get wet under my face. I was surprised he lasted that long.

He looked around and said, "I better get to bed." 

He walked around behind the couch keeping his back to us and went upstairs. Kara and her dad looked at me. 

"What?" I asked. 

Kara reached up and quickly pulled the throw away. I was on the couch exposed from my tits down. 

Kara just laughed and said, "You are a slut." 

"You're the one who taught him," I said. 

Mr. H looked at me and said, "Nice tits." 

Kara looked at him and said, "She does have nice tits, doesn't she." 

He said, "Yes but I'm sure you do to." 

She put on a little girl face, kneeled in front of him, looked at him, and said, "Daddy, would you like to see my tits?" 

I unconsciously placed one hand on my tit and the other went down to my clit. I started playing with both. I watched Kara and her dad. 

He was not shy. He reached down and pulled her shirt off her. She raised her arms to make it easy for him. 

He reached out and caressed them. "I always thought they'd be beautiful," he said. 

"Thought?" She asked. "Do you think about my tits a lot?" 

"More than I'd like to admit." 

She was still using her little girl voice. "What else does Daddy think about?" She pushed herself up so her face was in front of his. Her hands were on his thighs supporting her. 

This was getting hotter and hotter. I spread my legs, lifted my knees and seriously started playing with myself. 

His hands reached down and grabbed her ass. "I've always wanted to grab this sexy ass." 

"Mmmmm, that feels good," she cooed. 

Her hand fell to his lap. "Anything else daddy wants from his little girl?" 

He just looked at her. 

She started unbuttoning his pants "Anything? she said again. She starting pulling his zipper down. "Anything?" she repeated. She pulled his cock out. It was about 7". She breathed on the head, looked him in the eyes and in a husky voice said, "Anything you want." 

He pushed her head down. She opened her lips and started sucking his cock. It was so sexy, so hot. I'd seen her naked before, but of course never saw her give a blow job. She was good at it. You could see her hands pumping his cock up and down and her saliva dripping down the sides. 

I came. She heard me. She stopped, smiled at me and then started again. Her dad's head was back, eyes closed. His hand resting on the top of her head. She kept sucking him. All of a sudden he moaned. "Baby?" warning her he was going to cum. 

She stopped for a second and said, "It's ok," and dropped her mouth back over his cock. 

He started to cum. She got most of it in her mouth. Some sprayed on her tits. She turned to look at me. She smiled, opened her mouth to show me it was full of cum, and then swallowed. 

I came again. 

She brought her hands up to the cum on her tits, started rubbing it in, and said, again in her baby girl voice, "Look, daddy you made my tits all messy." 

Then, she just stood up, announced it was bedtime, grabbed my hand and pulled me upstairs. At the bottom of the stairs she stopped. She looked at her dad sitting head back, eyes closed in his chair and said, "Night daddy."

We ran up the stairs giggling. 

I woke up before Kara. I decided to go make coffee. I looked around to put something on but then thought, why bother. I left the room naked and started down the stairs. In a flash Ricky was behind me. He was cute. He was in his boxers. Lean and skinny. 

He was real sweet and asked me how I was. I told him great and that I had fun last night.

"Me too," he said. "That was amazing." 

I laughed and told him to remember what I taught him and that if he did he would make a lot of women happ. He thanked me over and over. He kept telling me how beautiful and amazing I was. I'm sure the fact that I was naked had nothing to do with the erection he was sporting under his boxers. 

I told him he didn't have to thank me and that I had fun too. 

I started the coffee and sat down. Ricky started asking me questions about sex. He was relating to stuff he'd seen on porn. 

Porn I thought. Does everyone today watch porn on the Internet? 

I answered his questions honestly as best I could. The idea of being the teacher to this cute kid was starting to turn me on. I kept looking at his erection inside his shorts. Kara had told me he had a nice cock. I didn't see it last night. I started to wonder what it felt like, tasted like. 

Dammit! I thought. What was wrong with me? All I have been thinking of was sex. This wasn't really like me. Yet here I was, naked, staring at my best friend's, kid brother's cock and getting horny because being slutty was turning me on so much. 

Even as I was thinking I shouldn't, I knew I was going to. I told Ricky I thought he was very sweet and he can't tell anyone about any of this. 

He started swearing to me he would never do anything to hurt me. That he loved me like family. We discussed that I could never be his girlfriend. He was so sweet. He really understood that this was a gift. 

I kissed him on the lips. Not a passionate kiss. A delicate one. I told him that being with him was naughty fun and I was loving it but I reminded him, I wouldn't be his girlfriend. That I was enjoying the attention of others. 

He said he'd seen that kind of thing on the Internet and that he thought it was hot. 

I kissed him again and said, "As long as we're clear, I have something for you." 

I slid to my knees and pulled his boxers off. Kara was right. He did have a nice cock. 

I took his cock in my hand. "Kara was right. You do have a nice cock."

"Really, she said that." 

"Yup. She did. She liked watching you jack off. She actually likes that you wanted to see her naked. She enjoyed showing off for you. She'd do it anytime you asked." 

I then took the head of his cock in my mouth. It was covered with pre-cum. It tasted sweet. He moaned. 

He watched me intently as I sucked his cock. I loved it. I made a show of it. Licking the sides and tip as well as sucking on it.

I asked him how it felt.

"Amazing, " was all he said."

It took about 2 minutes and he erupted in my mouth. I swallowed every drop and said, "Mmmmmm good." 

His cock stayed hard. In the back of my mind I thought of the stamina of young men. Well, if he was still hard, I was still going to blow him. 

He heard someone coming down the stairs. He tried to get me to stop.

"Relax," I said. 

He looked apprehensive as his dad walked in the kitchen. 

Mr. H looked at us and said, "Well, that looks like fun." Then he asked Ricky, "Like it?" 

Ricky stammered out a yes. I looked at him and said, "I told you so."

Mr. H stood there watching us. I started thinking how good his cock looked last night as Kara sucked it. 

I looked at Ricky and said, "Watch this."

"Mr. H," I asked. "Are you enjoying looking at my ass?"

Mr H laughed and said, "A very sexy ass."

I wiggled my ass and said, "You could show me." 

He didn't have to be told twice. He got on his knees behind me, lined his cock up against my pussy, and it slid right in. 

He commented on how wet I was. He then asked Ricky if he felt how wet I was. Ricky said he did last night. 

"Ahh," said Mr H. "That's what you were doing under the blanket. Good for you." 

Ricky started to relax. He watched me. He watched his dad fuck me. He kept saying how hot and sexy I looked. On my part I kept telling Ricky how good his cock tasted and that it felt good being fucked while I sucked him. I felt my orgasm building. I groaned into Ricky's cock and came. 

"I just came," I said. I then went back to work on his cock.

Just then Kara walked into the room. She was also naked. She just looked at us, laughed, and said, " Slut." 

At that I came again. 

Kara watched and said, "Dammit, now I'm getting horny." She started playing with her pussy. 

I was starting to lose myself to being fucked. I was not doing Ricky's cock like I wanted. I looked at Kara and said, "Get your slutty little mouth over here and help. 

She laughed. She knelt beside me and took Ricky's cock in her mouth. Ricky just looked amazed. I looked at him and said, "I bet if you're good you can fuck her later." 

He looked at her and she nodded. 

I started to get into being fucked. "That's it Mr H. Fuck me. Shove that cock in my cunt. I saw you stick it in your daughter's mouth last night. You're going to fuck her too. Aren't you. What's Mrs H going to say when she gets home."

I don't know why, but that one did it. He pulled out and came on my ass and back. The sticky cum on my ass reminded me that no one had ever fucked my ass. I came again. We watched Kara for 2 more minutes. Ricky started moaning and came in her mouth. She turned, kissed me, and shoved the cum in my mouth. We both had it dripping down our faces. 

Ricky said, "This is much better than porn." 

We all laughed. 

I went upstairs, showered, and went home. 




Family and Friends Miss Playoffs



This was playoff season. Kara asked me if I wanted to come over the next Saturday night and watch the game. I thought about the last time. My pussy tingled. I said yes. 

Saturday morning Kara texted me. 

"Still coming tonight?"

"Yes."

"You'll never guess what happened last night," she texted

"What?"

"Mom and I are sitting in the kitchen reviewing snacks for tonight's game. We were just chatting when out of the blue she asks, 'If it's a game and we're serving, should we all wear something special? You know, give the guys a treat.' 

"I was stunned. 'Like what?' I asked.

"'Team jerseys as dresses?' she suggested.

"I was stunned. I told her that sounded cool. She offered to go buy them. So I guess we have uniforms for tonight."

"OK," I said. "I'll grab some short running shorts to wear under it. 

"Kinda what I figured too," she replied. 

"OK, see you tonight." 

I finished up for the day, ran home, showered and changed. I pulled on a tight short pair of running shorts, nothing underneath, and a top. I headed to Kara's. 

Mr. H was sitting in the living room looking nervous. He looked at his wife, then me and said ,"Hi Lisa." 

Mrs. H said hi and told me Kara was upstairs. I asked if I could help in the kitchen. Mrs. H said she was all caught up. 

Ricky heard me come in, came running downstairs and gave me a huge hug. Mrs. H raised an eyebrow and said, "Hugs? That's new."

I answered that he was kinda cute so who could resist. She laughed and agreed he was kinda cute.

"Awe mom," said Ricky and ran back upstairs. 

I headed to Kara's room. Mrs. H said she'd be right up. When I saw Kara she was in just a robe. She looked at my shorts and said, "that looks good, I'll go with that." 

We hung out and waited for Mrs. H. Soon she came upstairs. She had a bag from the sports shop with her. It had 2 jerseys in it. 

She looked at me and said, "I'm glad you decided to come. Everyone enjoyed the last game here so much he invited 4 other people."

I thought back. Including Kara's dad that's 7 guys. 8 with Ricky. The guys must have talked at work. I doubt anyone believed them but they must've wanted to see for themselves. I thought it was funny since Mrs. H was around, it was probably just going to be a game. 

She reached in the bag and handed us each a team jersey. When she left we tried them on. She'd obviously paid attention to size. Both just, and I mean barely, covered our asses when we stood up. We were both wearing shorts so no big deal. The tops were v neck and loose. Neither of us was wearing a bra. If we bent forward you could easily see our tits. 

Mrs. H came back to get us. She needed help in the kitchen. She just opened the door and called us. Then she looked at us and came in the room. We just stared wide mouthed. Mrs H's shirt covered her no more than ours covered us and it seemed she wasn't wearing shorts with it. Just a lot of leg. 

"Those aren't meant to be worn with shorts," she said. 

I protested. I have no idea why. I loved the idea of taking the shorts off. I just thought I should protest. 

"Ummm... Mrs. H... I'm not wearing panties " I mumbled.

Mrs. H laughed. She grabbed her shirt and pulled it to her waist. She was naked from the waist down.

"Neither am I," she said. 

We both looked shocked. She laughed and then started to explain. She was cleaning up and found a pair of panties stuck in the couch cushion. She knew they weren't gets and they didn't look like they'd fit Kara. 

It seems they installed video surveillance last year. She went back to look at the tape for the weekend and she saw us in the living room during the game. She watched us teasing the guys and thought it looked like a lot of fun, but she needed backup.  

We both laughed and told her we'd back her up. After she left we both asked each other the same question. Does that mean she saw what happened after? 

We stripped off our shorts and went downstairs. I admit the 3 of us looked hot. Hometown honey hot. All American girls ready to support their team. 

The guys started coming in. The 4 new guys were starting to believe what they'd heard. At least the part about us being hot. We were introduced. I actually paid no attention. I didn't need to know their names. 

Us girls started serving drinks. That involve a lot of bending over, the guys behind us saw a bit of ass. The guys in front of us looking down our jerseys. It was fun. The guests, even the old ones who had already seen us show off, could not believe what they were seeing. Mr. H just sat there with a proud look on his face.

By this time every guy in the room had figured out we weren't wearing underwear. We were finished serving. We asked if anyone needed anything else. They said no. Mrs. H said, "Let's go watch the game."

We went in the living room. Mrs. H took the spot Kara had before on the arm of Mr. H's chair. Her top slid up and exposed a little side of her ass. She leaned into him to give us a better look. 

Kara and I looked around. There was nowhere to sit. There was a couch and 2 folding chairs. All taken. There were four guys on the couch. Mrs. H suggested the guys wouldn't mind if we sat on their laps. 

The guys pretty much tried to kill themselves assuring us it was OK for us to sit on their laps. We laughed and said OK. We positioned ourselves sitting on the laps of the guys on either end. We swung our legs up on the laps of the other guys. As we did our shirts pulled up. I'm sure the guys at the opposite ends of the couch could see our pussies and the guys we were leaning on could look right down our tops. I was pretty sure the guys in the chairs could see our pussies too. The whole scene was making me wet. I was almost sure I would leave a wet spot on the guys pants if I got up. 

Mr. H was doing the same thing he did to Kara to Mrs. H. He was playing with the hem of her shirt slowly pulling it up. All of a sudden, Mrs. H looked at his hand, then at him and said, "Are you trying to show off my ass?" 

All eyes turned to her. Mr. H didn't say a thing. Mrs. H went on. "If you want to show off my ass there's an easier way."

She climbed off the chair, pulled her shirt to her waist. Did a slow turn. Then ass towards the rest of us said to Mr. H, "Happy?" 

He didn't reply right away. "What is it?" she said. "You want them to see me naked? Do you want your wife naked in front of your friends?" 

Before he can answer she asks the other guys. "Is that it? You want to see me naked?" 

The all kind of looked elsewhere and mumbled. 

Finally she said, "OK, if any of you want to see me naked, you're going to have to undress me."

No one moved. One guy finally stood up. She held her arms up to make it easier. He pulled the top off her. She turned to face her husband. 

"Is this what you wanted?" 

When she turned she had her back to the guy who pulled her shirt off. He ran his hand across her ass and cupped it. She didn't move. In fact she stuck her ass out a bit and widened her stance. 

She looked at Mr. H. "Your friend here is groping my ass. His hands seem awfully near my pussy. I'm not stopping him if you're not."

The guy slid his hands between her legs. She moaned. 

"You like this dear? You like knowing your friends fingers are in my pussy? I don't even think you know this guy that well. Do you?" 

She looked at the guy. "How do you know my husband?"

"I never met him before today," said the guy. "I just heard from (I forget the name) that these 2 girls (pointing at us) were flashing at the last game. I didn't believe it, so he invited me." 

"You hear that honey? These guys came to see your daughter flash. Do you like that honey? You like the idea of these strangers seeing your daughter's ass and pussy?" 

She called Kara over. Kara got up and walked to her mom. Mrs. H wrapped her arms around Kara. 

"What do you think honey? Do want her naked in front of these guys? Do you want her pretty teenage body exposed?" 

She reached down to the hem of Kara's shirt. "You haven't said no. I guess you do." 

She pulled the top off of Kara. There they stood. Some guy who Mr. H didn't know, standing behind Mrs. H with his fingers in her pussy. Mrs. H was standing behind Kara, her arms wrapped around her naked body. I had no idea what was going to happen next. But so far this was hot.

The guy in the back pulled his fingers out of Mrs. H's pussy and put them to Kara's mouth. Kara licked them clean. 

"Did you see that Honey? Your daughter just tasted my pussy juices from this stranger's fingers. Does that turn you on?" 

Mr. H started actively rubbing his cock through his pants. So did a few of the other guys. 

The guy behind Mrs.H, put himself between Mrs. H and Kara. I saw his fingers go to Kara's pussy. She moaned. Mrs. H put her hand over his. 

"Look honey. I can feel this stranger's fingers entering your daughter's cunt. Do you like that? Now your daughters pussy is available to him. Do you think he'll fuck her? 

She turned to the guy. "Would you like to fuck my teenage daughter's cunt?"

She took Kara over to her dad's chair. She Kara's hands on her dad's shoulders to steady her. Kara was now bent over looking at her dad. Mrs. H pulled the guy over and unzipped his pants. His hard cock popped out. Mrs. H guided it to Kara's pussy. 

"Fuck her," she said. 

The guy drove his cock into her. Her face was an inch from her dad's. She grunted every time he thrust. Her dad was still rubbing his cock. 

The game had started but no one was watching. 

Mrs. H said, "Who wants to fuck me? While he watches his daughter get fucked he might as well watch his wife get fucked too. A few guys stood up. 

She got down on her hands and knees. "Two holes. No waiting," she said. 

It took less than a minute for 2 guys to fill her mouth and pussy. 

Besides Kara's dad there were 3 guys left. They were all looking at me.

"Oh fuck it," I said as I pulled off my shirt. "Pull out those cocks"

I climbed on one guys lap facing out. I motioned two guys by my face. I started alternating between sucking them. 

The smell of sex permeated the room. I loved it. I love the smell of slutty sex. 

I'm going to try and describe the seen. The fact that I did not know any of the men except Kara's dad is going to be hard. I was not sure which of them was doing what to whom. 

Kara was bent over her father being fucked from behind. Kara started talking to her dad. 

"You like this dad? Your little girl fucked from behind? Can you see my tits bounce as he fucks me? Is this what you wanted? Did you invite all these guys over to see me fuck? Do you want me to fuck all six of them? How would that look six loads of cum dripping out of my pussy?"

The guy fucking her was also talking to Kara's dad.

"Wow, you're wife and daughter are such sluts. I did not believe it when (forgot name) told me they were showing off, never mind that they were going to fuck. I'm going to fill your daughter's cunt with cum." 

Her dad was stroking his cock through his pants. 

I was sitting on some guys cock trying to suck 2 others. I was enjoying the sensation in my cunt while watching Kara and her mom. I was not doing much of the work. The guy whose lap I was on was pulling me up and down on his cock. I was giving terrible blow jobs. 

Mrs. H was doing much better. She was being pounded from behind. She was sucking on a cock. Between sucking on it she would be screaming. 

"Fuck me. Let my husband see what a slut I am. Fuck me in front of my daughter. Cum in me, come on me. What do you want. I'll swallow it all. Get it all over my face and tits. Fuck me. Cum in my cunt". 

There was so much happening I couldn't keep track. The guy fucking Kara came. He filled her pussy. Thankfully one of the guys I was doing a bad job sucking went over to her and started fucking her. As his cock glided in and out of her I could see the first guys cum mixed with their juices.

Kara started telling her dad. "Did you see that? Some guy just filled my cunt with cum. I bet you don't even know his name. I know I don't. In fact, I don't know the name of the guy who's fucking me now! "

I saw the guy fucking Mrs.H's mouth start to cum. He pulled out and came on her face and tits. 

She looked at her husband and said, "Look honey, a face full of cum. Do you like your wife covered with cum?"

Mr. H unzipped his pants and started jerking his cock. 

Kara started, Daddy? Are you jerking off for me or mom"

He didn't say a word. 

The guy I was now sucking left me to fuck Mrs, H's mouth. Probably because I was so busy watching everyone else I was giving a lousy blow job. 

I saw the second guy cum in Kara's cunt. As he pulled out you could see the cum dripping down her leg. 

The guy fucking her mom's mouth must have decided he wanted some younger cunt. He plunged into Kara's cum filled cunt and started fucking her. 

One guy who'd already cum in Kara stuck his cum covered cock in Mrs. H's mouth. She started cleaning him off. 

I saw Kara cum. Her knees buckled. He held her up and kept fucking her. 

She started begging, "That's it. I have 2 loads. Give me another." 

Meanwhile Mrs. H has the guy in her mouth hard again. The guy in her cunt was pumping her. 

The guy in Kara's cunt cums. That's 3. She came again. Her mom told the guy in her pussy to go cum in Kara's pussy. He went over and started fucking Kara. Kara started talking to her dad about load number 4. 

The guy fucking me let me off him to go fuck Kara's mom. I didn't blame him. I was not paying attention. I was a lousy fuck. 

The guy in Kara gave her load 4. You could see it dripping down her leg. 

Kara begged the guy in Mrs H's mouth to cum give her another load. He went over and started fucking her. You could see the cum being pushed out of her. 

All this time Kara's face was right in front of her dad's. She was practically whispering to him. She was telling him she was working on load #5. 

Her and her mom had a pattern. Her mom would get them ready to cum, then send them over to Kara to fill her cunt. Eventually all 6 guys came in Kara's cunt. It was a mess. Cum was running out of it dripping down her leg. 

She turned. I actually went over and helped her balance her. 

Kara said, "Daddy. Can you see your daughter's cunt? 6 loads of cum. See me dripping. You invited all these guys to see me. And now they've all filled my cunt. You know what I'm going to do now?

Her dad shook his head.

"I'm going to fuck you. You get to feel what your daughter's cunt feels like with 6 loads in her."

She look at me. I helped her climb on her dad's lap. I grabbed his cock and stuck it in her. They both groaned. 

Meanwhile as guys recovered they'd go back to Mrs. H and fuck her or her mouth. Whenever they were about to cum, she'd beg them to cum on her. They obliged she was soaked in at least 6 loads of cum. 

It was fucking hot and slutty. 

I was getting tired. I went up, took a shower, and got dressed. When I came back down Kara's cum covered mom was riding Mr H's cock. Cum was everywhere. Kara had someone fucking her. About that time Ricky got home. He walked in the door stunned. He looked at me stunned. 

I just said, "Go fuck your sister and mom." And then went home.