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Katie & I

By: BigDaddy58



Katie and I had been very close since she was a young child.  Every night, I would sit by her bed and tell her bedtime stories until she fell asleep. If she had a scary dream she would crawl into bed with her mother and I. For some reason she would pick my side of the bed and snuggle close to me. I suppose that she felt protected in my arms.

Now she is 21 and married. Her mother and I had parted ways two years before in an amicable divorce. 

The night that Katie called me in tears, I went immediately to pick her up.  Her beautiful face was battered and bruised. If I could have found that son of a bitch, I think I would have killed him with my bare hands, but my first priority was to get her to the hospital. I called the police from my cell phone on the way. After the restraining order had been issued, they left to see if he could be found.  Secretly, I wished that I could find him before they did.

The doctors and nurses took care of Katie’s bruises and I took her to my home. That night, she cuddled in my arms and cried. I was surprised and ashamed that I was somewhat aroused by this closeness. My little girl had grown up into a beautiful, sexy young woman.

After she had calmed down, she showered and went to her old bedroom. I found and old shirt for her to wear for the night. 

I sat on my bed, still in a rage but still aroused by the closeness with my daughter. 

“What is happening to me? These feelings are not right.” 

After insuring that Katie was ok and safely tucked into her bed, I went to bed and finally went to sleep.  It must have been about 4 am when I felt her slip into my bed and snuggle up against my back.

“I thought I heard a noise outside. I am afraid, Dad. Can I stay here for the night?”

I turned and pulled her against my side and stroked her back as I had done so many times years ago. She laid her head on my chest and snuggled closer. I could feel her soft breasts against my bare chest. My arousal was involuntary as the bulge began to grow under the sheet. Her hand was stroking my chest as she relaxed against me.

“I feel so safe in your arms, Dad.” She whispered, not knowing the effect that she was having on me.  

I didn’t get much sleep for the rest of that night. I tried to understand and justify these feelings that I was having for my own daughter. It had been a long time since had felt a woman’s body against mine.

The following days were busy with legal matters as my bastard son was prosecuted for abuse. No punishment would have been bad enough for what he had put Katie through.  She had moved her clothing into her old bedroom and stored her furniture until the divorce could be settled.

Katie told me of the horrors of her marriage to this controlling, abusive man. She had been ashamed to tell anyone and had worn dark glasses and long sleeves to cover the bruises. It broke my heart to hear these painful stories.

Although he was locked up, she continued to have nightmares and frequently came to my bed seeking the safety and security in my arms. She didn’t realize the effect that she had on me.  I resisted the urge to take her and show her what a real man could do for her.

Then came the unforgettable night.  I was lying in bed reading a novel. While it wasn’t porn, there were some tasteful love scenes. You know the kind where there is real love involved and tender love happens spontaneously. As if she knew what I was thinking, Katie came into my room wearing her sexiest nightie and crawled into my bed. As usual she snuggled close and laid her head on my chest. Her hand stroked my bare chest under the sheet. The bedside lamp was enough to make the tent that my manhood made under the sheet clearly visible.  Her hand moved down and softly touched the tent causing me to jerk and turn away.

“Katie, we can’t do this!  It would be wrong!”

“Dad, I love you and have wanted you since I was a teenager.  I used to spy on you and Mom making love and I was jealous of her.  I wanted the gentle loving that you gave her. Too bad she didn’t appreciate you.  I begged Richard to go slow and be gentle like I saw you with Mom, but he was rough and quick. I hated sex because it was quick and painful. Please make love to me. I need you.”

Her words overwhelmed me. I felt tenderness toward her beyond all the fatherly love that I had for her.  I turned to her and took her in my arms, kissing her gently on the lips. Her lips parted offering her mouth to a more passionate kiss. Our tongues touched and circled one another.  My manhood was hard against her leg and she moved her leg against it.  My hormones urged me to take her quickly but I restrained myself. I wanted this to be special for her. 

I reached for the bottom of her nightie and my hand slipped under the hem traveling up to her soft breasts. I could feel her nipples hard and erect. I needed to taste them. I tugged at her nightie and urged her to raise up so that I could slip it off. Her young breasts were beautiful under the soft light.

My lips returned to her lips before tracing their way to her neck. She moaned and arched her back urging m to continue. I kissed my way down her neck to her shoulder, then to her chest on my way to the perky young nipples. My tongue circled her hard nipple bring more moans from her throat.  As I sucked it into my mouth my teeth gently scraped the bud as I pulled it up and released it. I repeat this on her other breast. Her hand pulled my head hard against her as she moaned with desire.

Her hand reached for my manhood and slipped under my boxers to grasp it. She gasped at the hardness as her fingers encircled it.

“Its so big, Daddy. Please don’t hurt me!!!”  

“Don’t worry, my Baby. I will take my time and wait for you to be ready for me.”

I moved between her legs and continued to make love to her young breasts before beginning my journey downward. I could feel her wetness on my chest as she spread her legs and pushed against me. 

Maintaining my control, I slowly kissed and licked her soft tummy as I continued my journey to the center of her pleasure. 

“Oh, Daddy, the hair on your chest feels so good on me!!” she cried as she raised her hips to press against me.

I placed butterfly kisses with my lips and tongue as I neared my goal.  When my tongue touched her bud of pleasure she moaned loudly and pressed harder against my hungry mouth.  My tongue circled her clit before moving down and found her entrance.  Sliding it inside while circling to taste all sides of her love tunnel, I felt her hand on my head urging me deeper. Her hips were moving in wild abandon now.

“Take me, Daddy, take me. I want to feel you inside of me!!!”

Again, I resisted the urge to ram my hard cock deep inside of her hot wet pussy.

I continued to circle her clit and move down to slide my tongue inside of her before repeating the journey time and again.  Her moans were becoming louder and I could feel her tense up as her first orgasm began to build. 

“OHHH DADDY!!!!!!”, she shouted as her body shook and spasmed in wave after wave of ecstasy.

When her spasms had subsided, I moved up to kiss her sweet lips. Supporting my weight on my elbows, I kissed her tenderly as she eagerly returned my kisses.

“Oh God, Daddy, I never knew that it could be this way.”

As we kissed I was painfully aware that my swollen cock was resting in the valley between her wet labia.  I began to move my hips slowly so that the sensitive edge of my glans was rubbing her now sensitive clit. I could have climaxed like this but I held back wanting to feel her tightness stretched around my cock. 

The movement wasn’t wasted on Katie. Her eyes grew wide and she began moving against me. 

“Daddy, I want your big cock inside of me, but please don’t hurt me.” 

“Don’t worry, Baby, Daddy wouldn’t hurt you, ever.” I reached down and rubbed the head of my cock up and down her wet valley getting it well lubricated.  I found her sweet opening and pressed forward gently. The head moved in slowly, popping between her tight lips I stopped there allowing her to adjust to the size.  I withdrew completely before pushing it into her again a little more deeply. I withdrew again, this time pressing deeper inside.  Groans escaped my throat as the tightness overwhelmed me. I resisted the urged to ram it in to the hilt.

Moving in and out slowly, I worked my way inside of her until I could feel her cervix.  I stopped there enjoying the feeling of the heat and tightness of her now slippery tunnel. Flexing my muscles, I caused my cock to throb. 

I supported my weight on my elbows and held her head in my hands as I placed kisses all over her face.  The guilt that I had felt about fucking my own daughter had been washed away by the love and passion that we were sharing.

Slowly, I began to slide out and back in.  Our moans were growing louder as she shouted “Fuck me, Daddy, Fuck me!!!!!

My pace quickened and her hips moved up against me matching my pace as we established a rhythm.  My lust for her overcame me. I lost myself in the moment as I began to pound into her, feeling my cock expanding. I looked into her face for any signs of pain.  Her eyes were closed and her face grimaced.  

“Am I hurting you, Baby?”

“God, no! It feels sooo good!…..Fuck me hard, Daddy….FUCK MEEEEE!

I could feel her spasms beginning as my balls tighted and my hot seed exploded into my daughters belly.  

“Daddeeeeeee!!!!, she yelled as her climax flooded over her.

I continued to stroke slowly in and out as she milked the cum out of me.

Still supporting my weight with my elbows, I kissed her lovingly and tenderly as the passion subsided in the afterglow.  I rolled off of her pulling her with me so that we lay arm and arm drifting off into an exhausted, but peaceful sleep.

Thus began my intimate relationship with my daughter.

Let me know if you would like to read more of our experiences. 

Katie & I Ch. 02



“This can’t have happened!!” I thought as I awoke the morning after. 

I would never have thought that I would fall in love with my own daughter. Was this love or lust? What are we going to do? The questions raced through my mind as I lay there with Katie still lying on my arm, her face so peaceful and beautiful. She could have had any man that she wanted, but chose this idiot that destroyed her with his controlling and abuse. I resisted the temptation to stroke her cheek and brush her hair back. I wanted so much to make her feel loved and safe in my arms. I decided to let her sleep.

Slowing removing my arm from under her head, I arose from the bed and went into the bathroom. As much as I hated to wash the smell of her off of my body, I turned on the water in my shower. After adjusting the water temperature to my liking, I stepped inside and began to lather myself. As I reached my privates, my mind returned to the night before. I slowly stroked myself as I remembered how it felt inside Katie’s tight pussy. 

As I opened my eyes, I saw her shadow on the shower door. I wondered how long she had been standing there watching. I detected a movement of her arm slowly moving up and down. This excited me even more.

“Katie? How long have you been there?”

“Long enough, Daddy,” she replied, pulling the shower curtain back and stepping inside.

She immediately took my cock in her hand and began to stroke. I was surprised at her expertise in pleasuring me this way. She looked up into my eyes as she sank to her knees in front of me. The water streaming over her face and her long blonde hair.

I braced myself against the wall as her tongue reached out to tease the tip of my now rock hard cock. She rubbed it across her lips and on her soft cheeks before circling the head with her tongue. I could do nothing but close my eyes and moan softly as she showed her incredible talent.

I looked down seeing her eyes looking up at me as she opened her mouth wide to enclose my swollen head in her warm wet mouth. Her head moved back and forth as her tongue pressed on that sensitive area under my glans.

“Oh My Gawd, Katie!!! Where did you learn to do this??”

She just looked up and smiled, then began licking up and down the bottom of my shaft before taking me deep into her throat and began sucking as she firmly stroked the base of my cock. She cupped my balls in the other hand and began rolling and gently fondling them.

I knew that I couldn’t take much more of this. The incredible pleasure of this forbidden act that my little girl was performing on me was more than my mind could comprehend.

Passion took over reason as I took her head in my hands and began to fuck her mouth. This encouraged her to suck harder and faster and squeeze my balls. 

I could feel it coming. My seed was demanding release. My balls tightened in her hand while my cock swelled in her tight throat.. My body shuddered as I exploded into her waiting mouth.

She swallowed my hot cum as she continued to milk it from my throbbing cock. My legs were shaking and I struggled to remain standing against the slick wall of the shower.

“That was incredible, Baby!!” I said as I pulled her to her feet.

“I wanted to please you, Daddy,” she said, reaching to kiss me tenderly on my lips.

I reached for the body wash and scrubby and began to gently wash her face and neck. Continuing down her shoulders and breasts, I caressed her with the soft material.

She lathered her hands and gently cleaned my now semi hard cock.

I washed her body from top to bottom before returning to the junction between her legs. She instinctively parted her legs as I moved the soft scrubby up and down and around her sweet pussy. Her hips began to move as she moaned softly.

I removed the massage showerhead from its holder and rinsed the lather from her body. After I adjusted the flow to pulsating, I rinsed her womanhood causing her moans to return. “That feels good, Daddy, but not as good as your mouth and cock felt on me


last night.”

It took me seconds to turn the water off and lead her from the shower. We dried one another’s bodies quickly as we headed back to my bed.

I sat her on the edge of the bed and pushed her back. Kneeling between her legs, I raised them to my shoulders, spreading her wet pussy wide for me. I licked up the outside of her labia, carefully avoiding her clit. I wanted to give my baby a long, slow and gentle loving. As my tongue moved up and down and around her mound, my hands reached for her young firm breasts raising her legs higher on my shoulders. My fingers moved in slow circles around her breasts, avoiding her sensitive nipples, which were now firm and erect.

“Please, Daddy, don’t tease me!” she moaned, moving her hip trying to catch my tongue with her clit. Her hands covered mine and guided them to her nipples. They pressed hard into my palms. I held my tongue still as her clit brushed against it, pulling away to avoid firm contact.

Finally she relaxed and enjoyed the slow gentle love that I was showing her. Her hands brought mine to her mouth as she sucked my fingers then returned them to her breasts where I gently stroked her waiting nipples. She was moaning continuously as my hands and tongue made love to her. She slowly gyrated her hips, raising her wet pussy to my mouth in a slow rhythm. My tongue flicked out stroking her clit as it rotated around my mouth.

The passion built slowly as our pace quickened and the pressure of my mouth on her increased. My fingers pinched her nipples more firmly while she arched her back wanting more. Moving my right hand down her soft tummy, I replaced my tongue with my thumb. Stroking her tummy with my fingers, my thumb circled her hard bud of pleasure as I dipped my tongue inside her tunnel, making circles within her.

Her moans grew louder and her hands clasped my head pulling my tongue more deeply inside of her. Her hips were bucking now. My cheeks were wet with her juices.

“DADDY, DADDY, DADDY!!!” she shouted as her climax began to build. “Oh God, Daddy, I am going to cum on your mouth!!”

Her first orgasm flooded over her as I held her tight to my mouth and continued licking and stroking. Her body was trembling with pleasure but I continued to make love to my little girl.

The first wave subsided only to build to a second peak. Her hands were in my hair pulling my head against her as wave after wave of orgasm flooded her small body.

Finally, she relaxed, breathless. I could feel her heart beat racing as I loosened my grip on her legs and stood up to look down at her limp body, her eyes looking at me adoringly. My Baby, fully satisfied, lying there before me with that smile that only she could give me. I lay down beside her. Cuddling her in my arms and kissing her forehead, her eyes, her cheeks and finally her lips.

“I love you, Katie.”

“I love you, too, Daddy, in a way that I thought I never could.”

With that, she jumped up off the bed and put on her robe.

“Let me cook you breakfast, Dad! I CAN cook you know,” said laughing as she ran out and down the stairs.

“Oh, the energy of youth,” I thought as I rolled on to my back, exhausted.

Author’s note: I appreciate the numerous comments and suggestions which I considered while writing this second story. I enjoy writing for your pleasure.  I will try to reply to all that include an email address.



Katie and John



I knew my brother had been spying on me getting changed. I left the door slightly open on purpose, just to see if he would. He thought I couldn't see him in the crack of the door. That's why, when we went on holiday and had the villa pool to ourselves, I asked him to put the lotion on for me.  I was lying on my stomach and I knew he'd watched me get out of the pool. I took a long time drying off on purpose, the sunglasses he was wearing didn't stop me from knowing he was looking at my hard nipples poking through my bikini top. I made a great show of getting onto the sunbed and then casually threw the bottle at him, asking him to do my back. He tried to hide it, but I could see the bulge in his trunks when he sat up and I had to turn my head away to hide my smile. 

The cream was freezing cold against my skin, but I reached around and unfastened the string at the back of my bikini so he could do my whole back. Then I unfastened the string at my neck. "I don't want tan lines! Make sure you do it properly, I don't want to burn so no missing bits please," I said. I could feel his hands shaking as he massaged the cream into my skin. "You need to do the whole of my back please John, that includes the sides!" I heard his breathing change and smiled again. As his strong hands moved around to my sides, I shifted myself up ever so slightly so that both hands came into contact with the sides of my breasts. He froze. "Carry on!" I said, "What's wrong with you?" 

"Umm nothing," he mumbled, getting more cream from the bottle.

"Don't forget the bottom of my back either bro," I reminded him, and I felt his fingers at the top of my bikini bottoms. I pulled them down slightly, "there you go bro, make sure you rub it in properly." I felt his fingers skim past the top of my bum, my body betraying me a bit now and my back arching into his hands. "Ok, make sure the whole of my back and sides are done, and do it properly! You need to do my legs as well."

He got more cream and moved further down to do my right leg. The cream felt cold against my skin, and he started rubbing it into my calves. "Further up," I reminded him, "don't forget the backs of my knees, they burn really easily, and make sure you get into the crease at the top of my leg too." His breathing was quite ragged by now, but he squirted more cream into his hands and I felt both hands on my right thigh. As his hands worked higher, I opened my legs slightly. We both knew what was going to happen now. 

His fingers got to the top of my thigh and he concentrated for a minute on the very top of my thigh. "Higher," I said. He smoothed the lotion further up, across the bit of my bum cheek that was exposed by my tiny bikini. He was getting much braver now. This time his hand went underneath the material, almost cupping my cheek in his palm. Then they moved downwards again, but on the upstroke, his left hand went right between my thighs, up to the very top and I felt his fingers brush against the material covering my pussy. I heard his groan even though he tried to stifle it. I knew my pussy was red hot and soaking.  I opened my legs slightly again, encouraging him to try again. 

I wasn't surprised when I felt one of his fingers slip inside my bikini bottoms. I didn't resist either, in fact, I spread my legs for him. This time there was no pretence of putting on suntan lotion. He pushed two fingers inside me, his other hand massaging my arse cheek, he pulled his fingers out and tried teasing my clit, but he was hurting me. "Stop it, I think we need to go inside don't we," I said. His face was bright red when I turned over; my bikini top was still on the sunbed - I'd forgotten to do it back up.



Katie and John Ch. 02



Katie had told John about the time she woke up on Daddy's lap to find him playing with her nipples. John got really excited at the thought of their father with his sister and together they came up with a plan so that John could watch from behind the curtain when Katie pretended to fall asleep again. This is the email Katie sent to her brother afterwards.

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Hi John, 

I can't believe it actually worked! You'd told dad you had a headache and were going to bed, and mum had gone to bed early too. I had a bath, made sure my skin was soft and moisturised, smelling sweet and I'd dried my hair before putting on my little shortie pj's. The top's yellow, and I know it's a little bit on the tight side but that makes my nipples more obvious - and I've noticed before that Daddy likes that. The shorts are really short, when I bend over they ride up my backside and I suppose really I should just throw them away. They were perfect for our little plan though.

You were sitting on the windowsill behind the curtain, the bay window is perfect for what we wanted. Just knowing you were there made me wet. Knowing you'd be watching us, knowing that Dad wouldn't be able to resist. He was watching some boring documentary when I went into the living room, what the hell was that?! But I'd planned carefully and put on a DVD. Nothing overt, but I knew there were a couple of scenes that were a bit risque. I made sure to kneel on the floor in front of the tv while I was putting it into the machine, did you see me do that? I was on all fours, flashing my behind to him, pretending I'd no idea. That made me really wet.

I just sat next to him on the sofa at first, but I could feel him looking at me. Did you hear how husky his voice was when he asked if I was going to curl up on his knee to watch the film, like I used to? It made my nipples hard. I crawled over to him and sat on his knee, it's nice being his 'little girl' again, we don't get to do that much these days. 

I think I watched about half an hour before I pretended to fall asleep. Could you see us then? Did you see him stroking my leg? His hand kept going higher and higher but he didn't actually touch my pjs. It really turned me on and I kept wondering how much you could see.

About 10 minutes after I'd 'fallen asleep' he started stroking my arm. I knew what he was going to do. It was so innocent at first, but then I felt his arm brushing against my nipple. It was so difficult not to make it obvious I was awake, but my nipples were getting hard!! I shifted a bit because my pj's were digging into my wet pussy, but then I just pretended to be asleep again. His hand kept stroking my arm and then he nudged the strap of my top so it fell off my shoulder. I can't believe he thinks he can do all this stuff while I'm asleep!!

I nearly came then bro. The thought of you behind that curtain, watching our dirty daddy put his hand inside your sister's top. Watching his hand covering my tit, then his fingers softly teasing my nipple. I could feel his cock pressing against me, he was so hard!! He moved me a bit then, did you see him? Made it so I was lying back against the arm of the sofa - he sucked my nipple bro!! God Daddy sucks my nipples really well. I wonder if he dreams about sucking cocks like you do? 

Did you see his hand move down to my leg then? He started at my knee, softly stroking up my thigh. He's getting braver now, he's never done that before, but did you hear his breathing change when he put a finger inside my shorts? I thought he was going to have a heart attack his heart was beating so fast! It probably had to, to keep the blood flowing round his body because his cock was so hard then. I don't know how much you could see from where you were sitting, but he just kind of played with my hairs at first - I knew they were all wet though. I'm not totally sure, but I think he tasted his fingers! Then he put them back in my shorts and I swear, he was rubbing my clit!

Did you see him carry me into my bedroom then? I'm not sure what you did afterwards, but Daddy took me and put me in my bed. He stood next to the bed for ages, I don't know what he was doing but I couldn't hear anything except my heartbeat and his breathing. I don't think he was wanking, I would have heard him. Oh god bro, I think I want Daddy to fuck me  It's even more wrong than wanting you to fuck me, but I just can't help it! 

I fucked my dildo hard after he'd shut the door behind him though. Come and see me when you can, I need a real cock little bro.

Love from Katie xxx



Katie and Nicholas



"Oh Peter, oh baby yes! Yes! YES!" Katie shouted as she propped herself up on her hands and knees. Peter let his seed spill inside her in this doggystyle position then wiping his brow he pulled out and crashed onto the pillow.

"You're welcome baby," Peter heaved out. "What time is he coming home?"

Katie tried to clear her sex fogged brain to remember what time her husband was to come home. She remembered, "I think he said-"

Katie's sentence was cut off by the sound of the front door opening and closing.

"Oh shit," Katie spoke.

"You did lock the door right?" Peter asked.

"Yeah."

"Oh shit, oh fuck," Peter cursed as he shot up to gather his clothes.

"Honey, I'm home!" Nicholas bellowed as he climbed the stairs to the bedroom to change. "Honey?!" Nicholas asked again when he heard no response as he opened the door to the bedroom. He heard the shower running and headed towards the bathroom.

"Hey baby, you okay?" Nicholas asked as he was about to pull away the shower curtain.

Katie jumped, startled, "Nicholas oh you scared me!"

"I called out three times."

"Oh guess I was really lost in my thoughts."

Nicholas reached out to cup the back of her head, pulling her close he kissed her softly; pausing briefly he decided to deepen the kiss. Leaning back he smiled, "Hello there gorgeous, I see you're all wet."

Katie laughed, "Nicholas! You're such a horny bastard!"

"I can't help it, I have a smoking hot wife" he commented. He quickly stripped to his bare skin to join his wife. "C'mere you," Nicholas urged as he slid in under the shower spray to rinse away the day's worries.

"Mmm, you're such a hunk when you're all soapy," Katie purred. She loved her husband to an extent. Katie loved Nicholas for his looks, his money, and his sexual desire and ability. She was stuck in her old ways, though, unable to satisfy her sexual hunger with just one man. In a sliver of the bathroom mirror she saw Peter slip out of the bedroom in his clothes to leave.

"Is everything okay baby?" Nicholas asked when he felt Katie stand still after nibbling on his ear. "Baby?"

Katie brought her attention back to her husband, "Hmm I'm sorry darling, my mind just zoned out on me a second there." Katie began again with sucking on his earlobe. She moved her mouth over his ear and down his neck to the hollow above his collar bone. Her hands caught up to the speed of her mouth. Nicholas moaned his approval as she grabbed both cheeks of his ass, squeezing and pulling him towards her all while tickling his sweet spot.

"Oh baby touch my cock, stroke it, suck it, fuck it for all I care, just show it some love," Nicholas begged breathlessly.

Katie obeyed, squatting down to take his dick into her hands, its large thick tip stared back at her. Hungrily she took all she could in her mouth, fitting it so she wouldn't gag. Nicholas quickly sucked in his breath and trembled slightly at the feeling.

His receptionist couldn't hold a candle to his wife but she got the job done, sometimes. Nicholas had uncontrollable urges during the day that had to be released before he went mad. He relied on his receptionist to help those urges until he could get home to his smoking hot, sexually hungry, wife.

He looked down on Katie and a new wave of desire bit at him. Her mouth, full of his cock, her beautiful hair, eyes, body, face, all were soaked. That thought led to another of how wet other parts of her could be as well. Slowly he began thrusting his hips at the thought that soon his manhood would be slipping in and out of her pussy. Katie gently slid her mouth off of Nicholas' dick, scraping it softly with her teeth. She smiled as she felt him shutter at the feeling. Her pussy was wet and dripping in anticipation of having his cock between her legs.

"Katie baby, stand up," Nicholas commanded gently. Helping her stand he kissed her gently, holding her breasts in each hand. He lifted one up to his mouth to suckle her nipple.

"Nicholas?"

"Yes darling?"

"Don't hold back."

With those words Nicholas bit hard on the nipple he once sucked gently. Katie hissed under her breath but enjoyed the change in direction. He twisted the other nipple until she stood on her tippy toes in pain. He bit and sucked at her neck, massaging her breasts roughly.

"C'mon baby," Katie urged on.

Nicholas obeyed and pressed onwards. He straightened up and pushed her against the shower wall to ram his fingers up her hot steamy pussy, pushing them deeper and deeper until she moaned with pleasure. Scraping his teeth against the front of her neck before biting down while ramming his fingers up inside her once again, bringing another moan from her lips.

"Oh yes Nicholas! Fuck me baby! Keep fucking me with those fingers! Oh please!"

In a hard, fast, and continual rhythm Nicholas pumped two fingers into Katie's shaven pussy until she buried her head in the crook of his neck, digging her nails into his back and biting down until her climax swept over her. As he pulled back she braced herself against the corner of the shower while he got down in his knees. Greedily he ate at her juices until he made her pussy dry for him only to make her wet again. Her breathing became heavy as her body warmed again to his touch despite the cold spray of water from the shower head.

"Fuck me."

Nicholas quickly came to his feet. Bending down he grabbed her thighs in order to hoist her up on top of his dick. She grasped for air both as her husband's meaty piece of manhood filled her and as her head and back slammed into the wall.

"After all these years your pussy's still tight. I knew there was a reason I loved you."

Katie laughed a little as she wrapped her legs around his waist a little tighter. She grabbed on to the edges of the shower stall. Nicholas thrust harder, barely holding on to his grip. "Mmm baby, oh wow, you're wonderful! Fuck me harder,' Katie urged.

Nicholas breathed heavily, "I'm trying baby but the shower's slippery."

"Then let's move elsewhere."

Nicholas threw back the shower curtain and stepped out onto the rug, "C'mere beautiful." Katie took his outstretched hand and stepped out. "I love you Katie, remember that."

"I know," Katie replied with anticipation.

Nicholas swept her up into his arms then backed her into a corner and right against a door hinge. It pressed into her shoulder blade to add pain along with pleasure. Once again he pushed his dick inside her hot pink folds.

"Oh baby."

"Shutup and let me fuck you," Nicholas replied with a renewed fury. He pressed her body harder against the wall and the door hinge so he could reach up with one hand to pull her long silky strawberry blond hair back to get free exposure of her neck. He bit down on her again, leaving his mark on her creamy fair skin. Tugging her hair from side to side he bit and sucked her neck and shoulders until they were bright red. Katie let out a loud moan that was a mixture of pain and pleasure. She dug her nails so deep into his skin that she drew blood and the sensation drove Nicholas even further and harder.

"Katie baby I think I'm going to cum! Hold on baby here it comes!" Nicholas yelled, breathing hard as his lasts thrusts pushed his seed out of him and into her womanhood.

"Oh Nicholas, oh baby, oh," Katie tightened her vagina as she came then loosened as she exhaled.

When both had come down from their orgasmic high he pulled her slowly away from the corner and the hinge. She took a look on the bathroom mirror at her shoulder blade where it had left a pretty bruised and slightly bloody mark. She smiled at the damage.

"Oh shit babe, I'm sorry for that. How come you didn't say anything?"

"I liked it."

"You're a sadistic little thing. I knew there was a reason why I married you."

Katie laughed a little as she slipped her arms around his neck. Lightly she kissed him on the lips then leaned back to look at the most wonderful man in the world, the man that knew about her sexual past, present and future. He knew and accepted but didn't always like her condition but at the end of the day he came home to her and her to him. 

"Ouch baby have you looked at your neck? You're going to have to wear lots of make-up or scarves."

Katie looked back in the mirror and laughed, "Oh wow damn baby, I feel like I've been bitten by a rabid vampire or a mauled by a werewolf, one or the other."

"Ha, I can't help it but I'm sorry I went a little crazy on you."

"Mmm, it's all good baby. I love you. And they're all marks to remember you by when you're not here beside me."

"Did you get in trouble for the other day Katie?" Peter asked.

Katie looked over his shoulder and his hairy tan arm with a smile. "No, you know how our marriage is, we're open but we don't want to know about the other one's affair."

This time it was his turn to laugh, "I still can't believe the two of you are like that. If you were mine I'd never be ok with sharing you another person."

Again she laughed slightly as she rolled her body to face him, "Well to each his own. I love him but with our pasts we're able to hold others close to our hearts. We're not the only couple that lives like this, just probably one of the few that doesn't show the other who they're seeing."

Peter looked at her as he took it all in before looking at her neck, shoulders, and breasts. His mouth opened in shock at all the scratches and marks. "Holy shit, did I do that or was it him? I apologize if any of it was my doing, "he spoke quickly.

She laughed aloud before replying slowly, "No, these marks weren't caused by you but by Nicholas. That was the greatest bout of sex I've ever had, no offense."

"None taken, it just means I have to try harder from now on."

"Last time wasn't too bad, "she teased.

"Oh you think so?" Peter played along while gearing up for another round.

"Yes but it could use some improvement."

"Like how?"

"C'mere and I'll show you." Peter leaned over towards Katie who embraced him passionately and grabbing his ass to make his dick brush against her. A moan escaped him as he felt himself getting fully erect one more time.

Slowly the bedroom door cracked open quietly so either Katie or Peter could see Nicholas watch in the shadow. He knew Katie had been seeing someone but his curiosity had gotten to him as to who it was. He had left work early to find out who the mystery man was. He was surprised to find out it was Peter a former co-worker at his old firm. Jealousy appeared briefly in his mind but was extinguished when the thought came to his mind that he was doing the same thing. Lydia, his receptionist, informed him today that she was leaving and transferring to a competitor that she wouldn't have to suck dick in order to get a happy boss. He wasn't saddened; he had an idea for a new receptionist. Katie's moan erupted throughout the room brought him back to the scene happening on his bed, with his wife.

Peter was down at her pussy working his magical finger and mouth combo. Katie gripped the bars of the headboard as passion exploded inside her. After getting her dripping wet he slid his legs beneath hers and cupped her bottom to slide his dick in her twat. She sighed in contentment as she felt the hard phallus enter into her slippery vagina.

"Ride it baby," Peter demanded in a sexy tone that matched his gaze. "Make me cum."

By this time Nicholas had grown so hard that he had begun to stroke it while still trapped in fabric. Quietly he slipped it out to grow more; he began slowly jerking off and fondling his ball sack with the other hand. Steadily he worked himself up frenzy while watching and masturbating.

Katie rocked on Peter's dick slowly trying to think what time Nicholas would be home so she could get fucked again; but he would be better. Peter grabbed her tits and squeezed, bringing her attention back to him. The pain shot through her that felt nothing like yesterday with Nicholas. 

"Baby what are you daydreaming?" Peter asked, slightly frustrated.

Katie had made her decision, now it was time to share it, "Peter after you leave here today I don't want you to come back again."

"Fine, we'll cum at my place," Peter suggested sarcastically though he knew what she was trying to tell him.

"No Peter, you know what I'm trying to say. I love Nicholas, he's wonderful in everyway and the sex is absolutely amazing. With a companion like that I know no one can hold a candle to him. So when you leave today never come back."

The way she put that last line set a fire in Peter who pushed her back and flipped her on her stomach. He was about to do something that he'd never done before and was hoping she hadn't either. He grabbed her by the waist to pull her up enough so he could ram his dick in her ass. She yelped in pain as he entered her so harshly. "If this is my last time baby then I'm going to make it memorable," Peter huffed out while pounding her asshole with his dick and smacking her ass hard repeatedly. Katie's face stayed contorted in pain but she let him continue in hopes he would soon be done.

Nicholas watched on as Peter continued, jerking off. At first he didn't know if he should run in to break things up but he decided that Katie was, for the most part, ok. He was on the verge of shooting all over the wall but slowed down to cum when Peter did. 

"Ooooh, "Peter let out a loud moan as he creamed the inside of Katie's ass. He smacked her good and hard one last time as he pulled out making her groan in pain. Nicholas held his breath as his own semen erupted. He watched it as he sprayed the walls with his sperm. Quickly he zipped up and hid out of site to wait for Peter to leave. "There's my parting gift for you, hope you enjoyed it. I know I really didn't, your pussy is too loose. Probably from all those other guys you fuck other than me and your husband. And your ass was too tight like you were trying to squeeze my dick off," Peter insulted while getting dressed. When he was done he paused at the door to look back at her, "I hope he treats you just as rough when he finds out about me." With that Peter left leaving Katie to break out in tears that she'd been holding back. With the marks she knew she had now Katie couldn't help but wonder what Nicholas would say when he found out or what he would do.

After seeing Peter leave Nicholas was tempted to follow him and make him pay for how he'd treated his wife. He refrained himself after having Katie burst into tears. His heart broke but he knew he couldn't run and console her because fighting would ensue about him doing nothing to save her. He didn't want her having to deal with more emotions right now than she already was. 

Katie dried her tears then hobbled to the shower to get Peter's smell off of her and to help ease the pain. Her whole life she had managed to remain a virgin about her ass, she thought it disgusting. However, after the initial pain had subsided it didn't feel too bad but his purposeful roughness ebbed away any enjoyment she was feeling as the pounding and slapping nearly exhausted her emotions to the point of fainting. Right now all she wanted was Nicholas' two strong arms surrounding her, comforting her soul like only he could.

"Why do I seek others in order to get what only Nicholas can provide me with? I love him and what that man does to me, for me, like none other on this earth. Why do I wonder, because my past has broken into a habit that's hard to break out of? I have to stop, there's no telling how much longer either of us can do this until this perfect marriage of ours falls apart past the point of mending fences," Katie thought aloud. She leaned against the shower's corner, away from the spray. After she had finished she dressed in her pajamas, crawled in bed, and wrestled herself asleep. 

Nicholas had heard her in the shower and watched her collapse into, he hoped, a deep sleep. He had been paged to come back to the office so he left, reluctantly. Tonight, he vowed, he'd hold her close and show her how much she meant to him.

A week later Katie and Nicholas walked out into the bright light after occupying the dark theater, arm in arm. She had poured her heart out to him that night she kicked Peter out, then Nicholas comforted her until she fell back asleep. Since then the two of them had been taking things slow, like falling back in love and starting over. 

"So where to now baby?" Nicholas asked, draping his arm over her shoulders.

"Hmm, I'm not sure. That was a good movie though wasn't it?"

"Yeah."

"Are you hungry?" Katie asked, leaning her head on his shoulder.

"Not really."

"Ok, want to just go back home?"

"And do what?" Nicholas asked with a bit of mischief in his voice.

"I don't know but I'm sure we can figure something out," Katie replied, in the same tone.

"Well, let's go."

As they walked to their car Nicholas caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye. "Hey baby," Nicholas stopped, padding his pockets. "I don't think I have my cell phone, I'll be right back."

"Want me to come with you?"

"No, just go ahead and get the car. I'll be back soon."

"Ok," Katie said, planting a kiss on his cheek before walking on to the car by herself. Nicholas walked back to the theater, towards Peter who, at this moment, was alone. He hurriedly approached him even though he didn't know what he would do to him.

"Hey Peter!" he called out with a smile.

"Nicholas, hey, how have you been?" Peter called back, not disguising his nervousness all that well.

"How you been?"

"Good and you?"

"Not bad."

"Great. Hey can I borrow you for a second? I think I lost my keys somewhere in here, can you help me find them?"

"Well-"

"Great!" Nicholas grabbed Peter's shoulder firmly, steering him to the entrance, once in he gave a strategy. "Ok, I'm going to check the desk and if you'll check the bathroom for me. It has a keychain of our hockey team on there. Go!" Nicholas gave Peter a shove who seemed so confused he went along with it all. Nicholas counted to himself after he saw Peter go inside the men's bathroom. Then he walked briskly after him before charging the door. He found Peter checking out a stall, Nicholas slammed him face first against the wall then closed the door behind him. Nicholas yanked down Peter's pants and underwear, exposing his bare ass. 

What the fuck are you doing fag?! Get away from me! Who is this?!" Peter yelled before passing out from a blow to the head after trying to turn it to see his attacker.

"Oh hell no, you're not getting off that easy," Nicholas whispered evilly. Reaching over he ripped off some toilet paper, dunking it in the dirty toilet water he let it drip on Peter's face. Slowly his eyes flickered open until he was fully awake and feeling pain.

"There, now that's better. Back to business you fuck head," Nicholas whispered viciously while taking out his hard penis. 

Peter squinted into the light; he couldn't hear well over the ringing in his ears, "Do what?"

Right then Nicholas rammed his thick long cock up the tender virgin ass of Peter's seedy body. Thrusting and ramming, enjoying Peter's screams of pain. The agony he saw his wife suffer brought renewed rage. Peter tried to put up a fight but every time he tried Nicholas shoved his head further into the dirty toilet bowl. Nicholas began smacking Peter's ass very hard, making whelps and bruises rise on contact.

"Oh please stop!" Peter pleaded.

Nicholas thrust harder and harder, feeling unfortunate release fast approaching. He slapped and beat harder, dunking Peter's head completely in the toilet. On the last dunk Nicholas came, as he did he pushed down the lever on the toilet while Peter's head was still fully submersed. He quickly pulled out, cleaned up, and left. He walked out with a smile only to run into Katie at the entrance.

"Baby what took you so long?" she asked worriedly.




Katie and Nicholas



"Sorry darling, I couldn't se a thing in there."

"Oh, so why are you smiling?"

"Because I found my phone and now I'm back with you. Let's go home love."

Once home Katie went into the kitchen to grab a couple beers. Nicholas came up behind her while she was bent over to grab her ass softly but firmly. He kneaded it while pressing his manhood against her and he felt himself grow hard again. "Baby I want you so bad while I've been trying to be good until you're ready to do this again. If I'm moving too fast please let me know," Nicholas spoke in a comforting voice.

Katie stood up and faced him, "I'm ready."

Nicholas' face cracked open into a smile as he let out a whoop before he carried her into the bedroom. Katie laughed at his enthusiasm. Gently he laid her down on the bed, resting her among the pillows. Nicholas' dark features and olive skin hovered over her patiently waiting. "So my lady, how shall we go about this?" he asked.

"What do you mean?"

"How slow or fast do you want me to go because right now I think I'm so horny I could have the whole show done in two minutes?"

She laughed, causing Nicholas to laugh as well. She put her arms around his neck to pull him close to her face, "Baby, I don't care let's take it however it comes to us and if I didn't think it lasted long enough then we'll go again until I think it has. How does that sound?"

"It sounds like I'm going to be very tired but extremely happy."

Laughing again their lips met and nature took its course. Katie's arms encircled his neck to bring him close where he was laying on top of her. Her legs wrapped around his waist to bring him closer to her but not yet entering her. Placing her feet firmly on the bed she rubbed her folds against him helping him slow down while enjoying the feeling of being fucked again for the first time since Peter practically raped her. Gently Nicholas suckled at her breasts nibbling at her hardened nipples, trying to hold back his urge to go faster.

"I love you Nicholas, "Katie breathed into his ear wanting more but wanting this moment to last as long as possible.

"I love you too baby," Nicholas answered back. "Can I slip inside you now? We'll rock slowly."

Katie smiled, "Yes baby, go ahead."



Katie and Randy



(A note: I am always interested in sharing fantasies and developing new ones with others. If you're interested in sharing fantasies, and perhaps having an orgasm or two together, contact me.)

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Young Katie's heart jumped as soon as she walked into the living room. Her mother had left for a three-day work trip, and having came home from college for the summer, Katie intended on spending quiet weekends with her father, Randy. They'd planned for the day. In the morning, after she'd gotten up, they'd cook breakfast together, and then, afterward, would go for a walk on the beaches of Santa Monica, catching up and enjoying time together, for the time they lost since she left for college nearly a year ago.

Those plans were the last things on her mind the moment she walked in the living room. Sitting on the couch was her father, his hands up on the air, as a masked man, standing just a few feet away from him, held a gun toward him. Still shaking, Randy jumped as he acknowledged Katie's presence, then darted his eyes to the masked man again, looking as helpless as Katie, in her 18 years, had ever seen her father.

"Oh, God," she screamed and took a step back, her knees wobbly, as soon as she saw the scene unfolding in front of her. Never in her life had Katie been so scared. In the peaceful family she grew up, where her father and mother taught her to use words and denounced all forms of violence, no guns were every seen or considered; she hardly heard a harsh words from her parents, whether directed at her or one another.

"Shut up and sit down," the man commanded, his voice rough and filled with rage as he pointed the gun at the couch, signaling for Katie to sit next to her father. 

"A robber," Katie thought. But how could it be? They lived in a safe neighborhood - one of upper-classed, privileged Americans, where mothers and fathers and children could walk up and down the street all day without fear of being harmed, and a neighborhood where police cruisers quietly drove up and down the street, ready to jump to the rescue at the sight of anything remotely threatening. Yet, there she was on the couch with her father, with a stranger pointing a gun at them.

"Before you say anything stupid," the man began, his eyes glaring as he stared at the both of them. "I don't want your money." 

He stopped for a second to let the words sink in, yet it didn't make it any easier on Katie's heart. The 5'4, 110-pound freshman from American University could feel her heart pounding, not knowing what to expect or what was to become of her family. Just for a second, she wanted her mother. While she loved and always got along with her father, her had always been a source of comfort, and deep inside, she wished Mother would all the sudden show up, and call the police, and they would be a family again. She was snapped back into reality by the man's voice again, and jumped, as the man continued.

"What I want is to see you naked," the man said to Katie, staring at her up and down and focusing on her chest, hidden from view by her arms. Still wearing her pink and yellow pajamas, Katie didn't look at all like the intelligent 18-year-old freshman that took the lead in many political projects at American University, where she majored in International Studies and Policy. Instead, she looked every bit the scared teenager she was, and perhaps even younger than her 18 years. 

"Now, stand up, and start stripping, and your dad and I are going to watch," the man added, his eyes as serious as his tone, as he motioned to her with the gun.

"She ... I ...," her father stammered, pulling her in closer to him, his hands trembling as he tried to protest. 

"Shut up and just watch," the man interrupted Randy. "I know you want to watch her," he man said in an accusing tone, one that all the sudden made Katie sick to her stomach. 

They'd always been opened to each other, and saw the body as something beautiful, not to ashamed of or hidden. Yet, she'd never exactly been naked in front of him. They raised her to love her body, and be proud of it, however she looked. Fortunately, she was blessed with good looks, and although she struggled as a teenager to grow breasts, Katie now sported 28B pairs of breasts that were perky and firm, a sight that, for too long, many other students at AU had eyed and lusted after.

"Do it now!" the man said, cocking his weapon now, as he chambered a round and pointed it at the father and daughter, determined to prove to them they were not to call his bluff, and that he meant serious business. 

Reluctantly, Katie stood up and with her eyes to the ground, began unbuttoning her pajama shirt, hands shaking from both fear and shame as she stood between the man and her father. 

"At least I am faced away from Father," Katie thought to herself. "At least, even if I stripped naked, he'd only see my back."

As if he were reading her mind -- as if somehow he were given free access to the young girl's thoughts, the man ordered Katie to walk closer toward him and sit on the chair, facing her father so, as he said, Randy "could see what kinds of tits you've grown."

Shame washed over Katie. Sure, she was comfortable with her dad, but to display her body for him in such a manner, she could never live with herself. She could never live with the idea of allowing her father watching her strip, showing her tits, and then, even worst, having him look at her naked from the front, able to see her teenage pussy, which she'd kept clean-shaven since 13, when the unsightly hairs first started to grow. 

In his seat Randy, too, trembled as his eyes glued on his daughter, hoping, wishing she weren't so scared and that somehow he could comfort her and make all the fear go away. Even just a few feet from one another, father daughter felt like they were thousands of miles away, unable to comfort each other, or reach out to hug each other to make the feelings of fear go away.

One button at a time, Katie began to undress, her fingers shook and her knees buckled with a new feeling of fear and shame she'd never experienced before, one that growing up in a family that instilled confidence in her from the time Katie was a young girl, she'd never had to experience.

"If I think about something else, maybe this wouldn't be so bad," she thought to herself as she unbuttoned the top button to her PJ top, slowly exposing her tan chest, and with each button, her cleavage and breasts came into view. She'd gone to sleep the night before without a bra and now, with half of her buttons already undone, Katie was exposing to her father her well-tanned chest. The result of many hours in tanning salons began to show itself for the first time to her father, her nipples poking out in reaction to the cold air. Two more buttons, and she still kept her eyes on the ground, focusing on each button, taking her time to undress as to not rush herself into embarrassment, and half hoping the man would change his mind, as Randy stared directly at this daughter's chest, with dry throat and pounding heart. 

When at last all the buttons were undone, Katie stood there in front of her father, feeling like a child being judged, hands still shaking as her teenage breasts pushed out of her chest, her eyes continued to stare at the ground as she reached up to get out of her PJ top, and dropping it on the floor, right next to her feet, where she continued to stare, wondering what daddy thought of her, and worst, what will happen as the strip show continued.

"Now, your bottoms, too," the man screamed, once again waving his gun toward Katie, who flinched and moved back a bit, startled at the man's sudden movement. 

"Oh, God, oh, no, no, no," she thought to herself. "This was bad enough, but my bottoms, too?" She continued to wonder, weighing the meaning of being naked in front of a stranger as well as her dad. For Katie, the body was such an intimate thing, but at the same time, also something private - not to be shown to just anyone. Trust. That's what had to happen before she exposed her body to any boy in college; yet, with both trust and intimacy nowhere to be found, she stood there half exposed, and there was more to come.

Slowly, she reached for her waistband, just right above both sides of her hips and began pulling down, half an inch at a time as if trying to buy herself time, as though if she went slowly enough, she would eventually make the man go away. She continued to pull her PJ bottoms down, just exposing the front, and Randy continued to stare as his daughter stripped, first at her chest again and then at her crotch, as if it was an agonizing tease. Part of him wanted to stop it all, yet part of him became curious at the exposure of his daughter's body.

Then, it came into view. First just the fleshy lips, just the top of the lips, so delicate and gentle as her thumb brushed against them on the way down, until her whole hand along with her bottoms, passed her whole crotch area, exposing to Randy her pouty lips, gently covering the tiny hole within, still yet to be exposed. From the distance, Randy swore her saw a bit of glimmering light on her right lip, perhaps a sign that she'd been a bit wet at the attention. His mind began to wander in places many fathers often visited, but so few ever admitted to doing such.

As Katie stepped out of her bottoms and stood there, naked and trembling in front of her own father and the man with the gun - the masked man who didn't care that she was naked in front of her father and was probably enjoying it, she began to wonder what her father thought of her. Was he judging her body? Was he upset that she'd shaven? Was he upset that she'd so easily stripped, despite having done so to save their lives?

The young girl didn't have a chance to think to herself for long, as her thoughts were interrupted by yet another command, jolting her out of her self-obsessed evaluation, and back into the scared stage that the 18-year-old, who looked more like she was 14 and so scared she might have been even younger, and back into reality again.

"Now, I want you to play with yourself," the man commanded as he sat down, gun still pointing at her, not giving a damn that she'd barely turned 18, after having graduated high school early, or that her father was also in the room, staring at her as the whole show began and had been keeping quiet the whole time. 

"Uhh ...I can't ...," Katie stammered, knowing that would cross the line, that it was one thing to expose her own pussy in front of her father, and it was another thing to play with it, her own pussy, in front of him. Of course she'd masturbated before, many, many times, and in fact, had done so just the night before, dreaming of the classmates back at AU, but never, never had she ever considered playing with herself in front of her father.

Yet, the 18-year-old had no choice, for as soon as she started to protested, the man pointed a gun at her father, prompting her to sit down on the empty chair next to her and giving in to the man's demands as he smiled and motioned with his head to her father, telling him to watch his own daughter.

It wasn't supposed to be like this. During the times Katie masturbated, it'd been in front of her lovers, men she wanted to see her masturbate, and in her own room, with privacy. An act so intimate, she reasoned, was only meant for those she loved, and for herself, not for the whole world to see. Of course she loved her father, but that was a different type of love. She'd never considered him a lover, and to sit there, already exposed, and now about to touch herself, sent a repulsive feeling down her spine and deep in the pit of her stomach.

But masturbate she must. She had to do what it took to get that man to go away, to leave her and her father alone, and when Mother came home from her trip, they would be a happy family again, forever leaving behind this incident. At that moment, she didn't even consider that they would call the police, because of the shame, and fear that her face would be exposed all over the news. If no one knew, if they kept it quiet, Katie thought she could deal with the turmoil by herself, and with her dad's love.

Slowly, she began reaching for her slit, her lips still neatly folded, hiding and covering the tiny hole that often enjoyed being touched, fingered and fucked. Her middle finger got there first, gently parting her lips as she pushed down her slit, letting her hand, cold and trembling, slide down the valley that, at the top, featured her clit, still hidden from view, and below, the dip that at times became moist and wet, drooling with hot juices. But today, at this moment, she found it to be dry and lifeless, partly because of fear, and because she wasn't turned on.

Reluctantly, she moved her middle finger up and down the slit, her palm hitting against her clit as she moved her middle finger's knuckle - the one on the side of her palm, over her tiny hole, her knuckle taking a dip each time she did so. She swallowed hard, knowing that soon enough, she'd probably physically turn herself on, though emotionally, Katie was miles away, back at college, where she was loved and respected, looked up to and adored, lusted after and viewed as a future legislator and world-changer. 

As if having an out-of-body experience, Katie continued touching her pussy, stimulating her clit, and letting her knuckle move over the fuckhole, sometimes making circles around it, completely unaware now that both her father and the masked man were watching. Her mind wandered back to college, to her lovers and the fantasies she'd spent her time in private engaged in. As she did so, both her father and the man had their eyes glued on her fingers, following each move as the teenage girl continued to masturbate. Partly feeling guilty, her father swallowed hard, as he all the sudden realized that he'd gotten excited, that it didn't matter that it was his daughter - or perhaps, it was because of his daughter that he was excited. 

Dipping her knuckle into her hole, just a fraction of an inch, Katie shocked herself and snapped back to reality, remembering all the sudden that she was masturbating in front of her father and a stranger, as she could feel a tiny wet spot on her knuckle. Was she getting turned on in front of her father? Was she getting wet while masturbating in front of her dad, despite not wanting to? An intelligent girl Katie was, and she understood the concept of physical vs. emotional turn-ons, yet, at the moment, the young girl scolded herself. But as if egged on by something else, Katie continued to masturbate, pushing her palm harder against her clit, and with a quicker pace now, ran her knuckle over her dip once again.

"Oh, my God, I am getting turned on," Katie thought to herself, admitting to herself that she'd been turned on by touching herself, whether because it was also because she'd done so in front of her father was another story. The first step - admission, was all that was needed to open the floodgate as her speed increased, and all the sudden, Katie could feel the lust building inside of her.

"No, no, no, this can't be happening," she denied, yet part of her also let it all go. Perhaps if she made herself cum, she thought, the man would leave them alone, and better yet, she'd be able to satisfy herself. Then she and dad would talk about it, and it would all be over. They'd return to their normal lives, dad going on to love mom as he always did, and Katie continuing with her college career. 

The more she focused on the fact that her father was watching her, which Katie simply could not get out of her head, the wetter she somehow got, as her teenage juices began to coat her insides at first, and them inch by inch, running down her pussy walls and wetting the opening of her tiny opening. Her knuckle was slick now with each dip it took inside her hole, no matter how shallow it'd been in, and the young girl felt a hot flush over her entire body as she looked down, realizing that her chest were flushed red, and her nipples pushing out of her breasts, excited by the pleasure she was providing to her other sexual parts. 

With her breathing becoming more shallow, Katie closed her eyes, hoping, thinking that perhaps if she didn't see her father in front of her, she wouldn't get as turned on, but it didn't help. She'd given up now, she'd given up on trying to think that it wasn't her father watching her, because in reality, it was her father and there was no denying it; all the sudden, accepting the fact made it easier to masturbate, but she still didn't want to see him in front of her.

"Ugh!" a tiny gasp involuntarily escaped from her throat as her knuckle took another dip, taking with it the slick, hot lubricant now seeping out of her pussy and running down her slit. Deep inside of her, more juices had built up, and they needed released, they needed her help to exit her body, even if it meant doing so in front of her father.

Opening her eyes again, she looked directly at her dad, and all the sudden, realized his eyes were glued on her, on her pussy, on the way her hand and fingers were dancing around her teenage pussy. For a second, as he realized that Katie was looking at him Randy guiltily looked up at her. For a second, a mere second, their eyes locked. Katie sighed as he looked at her, because in his eyes, she could see it all. She could see the guilt of a father's helplessness, and for the moment, she felt an intense love for him. Yet, she also saw the eyes she'd seen in so many lovers - lust, the burning desire to be with her, to fuck her senseless, to make her cum. Katie shuddered at the idea of her dad being turned on by her, but part of her, a small, little part deep inside of her, accepted it, knowing that it was natural for a man to be turned on at the sight of a woman in a sexual position, especially one as good looking as she was.

"My, God, he's probably turned on," Katie thought to herself as her fingers continued to dance, and though the idea made her want to hurl, Katie could not help but eye her father up and down, letting her eyes rest on his crotch and realizing that his bulge was pushing out of his jeans. At that moment, Katie realized with certainties that her father had been turned on watching her masturbate. 

Her heart beat faster, not out of fear so much, as she'd learned to accept the situation, but because she'd never been in this situation before. To her knowledge, she'd never turned her dad on, and all the sudden, the idea seemed a novelty to her. Her own father had gotten hard watching her, and she, too, felt guilty but it also made her wetter, as Katie increased the speed at which she rubbed her pussy.

"Hmmmm," she softly moaned, closing her eyes and leaning back, preserving in her mind the image of her father with his lusty eyes and bulging cock, staring at her as she masturbated. "I wonder if he's still staring," she thought to herself as she, on impulse, pushed her middle finger halfway inside herself, sending pleasurable shocks to the nerves inside the hole, now slick and warm as it expanded to welcome her finger.

"Ohhhh," she dragged out the word, letting her finger linger before pushing it in all the way and gasping as she did so, wondering if her dad was watching it, and the idea that it did made her even more wet, tensing her body as her finger thrusted in and out of her own cunt.

A daughter putting on a show for her father and a stranger, she thought to herself. How hot was it that her father had lost all sense of fatherly love and protection and being turned on by her own body, she thought. How hot was it that all the social constructions of family, thousands of years of defining and redefining what was moral and immoral were all gone, replaced with the pure lust a father had for his own daughter? How hot was it that her father probably wanted to fuck her?




Katie and Randy



She could feel it building deep inside her, a few more minutes and she would explode all over the chair, not caring if her father were there or not. But, as she approached closer and closer to the familiar feeling of orgasmic release, young Katie was snapped back into reality again, forcing her to take her finger from her pussy, it still slick with her juices, and look up.

"That's enough!" the masked man said. "This isn't just for you."

All the sudden guilt came over Katie, remembering now the danger of the situation, that there was still a man with a gun, and worst yet, she'd masturbated, and gotten wet, and gotten close to an orgasm in front of her own dad.

"You! Drop your pants!" the man commanded as he pointed the gun at Randy, who began to protest, but only to give in, as he shot a guilty look at Katie, as both father and daughter guessed what was coming up next. He probably wanted Randy to masturbate in front of her now, Katie thought to herself, and all the sudden, was brought back to the feelings of shame and embarrassment she felt when the whole ordeal began.

Reluctantly, Randy dropped his pants, and got out of them, as Katie kept her eyes on the ground, remembering that this, after all, was her father, and no matter how hot a situation she'd mistakenly thought it was, he was still her father. There was no staring at one's father - especially at his crotch, no matter how turned on a daughter might be. This wasn't in any social guideline books, but rather, just the way society has accepted it, and Katie resigned to accept it, too.

"Look at how hard you're making him," the man said to Katie. As she brought her eyes up, almost like a scared child peeking into the closet at night and checking for monsters, Katie passed her father's crotch and stared into her father's eyes for a moment, giving him a look of guilt and then brought her eyes back down toward his crotch. With his underwear still on, Katie could see her father's cock poking against his gray underwear, his sexual excitement evident by his cock creating a tent in his underwear and a large, wet spot where the head of his penis was located.

Katie couldn't do anything but let out a gasp - lightly enough as to not disturb the quietness of the room, yet was loud enough for both her father and the masked man to hear. Randy, her own father, the very man who'd raised her, taught her to hit and catch baseballs, ride a bike and eventually a car, was turned on by her. Randy, her own father, the man who'd been there for her first date, for her prom, and had driven cross country to Washington, D.C., to drop her off for college, had gotten hard watching her masturbate. She felt something inside her. Was it guilt? For a moment, she'd felt guilty that she'd been turned on by the situation, but seeing how hard she'd made him, she'd realized she wasn't alone. 

"Come over here and sit on him! Kiss him," the man commanded, perhaps ordering Katie to do what she would have done for herself anyway when at the highest peak of sexual excitement. Yet, something got the better of her; Katie began to protest, but as soon as she did, the man shot her a look that reminded her of the seriousness of the situation, and she gave in, torn between fear for her life, and the guilt of being in a sexual position with her own father, violating thousands of years of traditions and giving into the taboo most societies dared not mention.

Her feet almost wobbly, Katie walked over to her father, her eyes locked into his the whole time, having already preserved the image of his hard cock in her mind. Still, she didn't know what to think. On one hand, they were both turned on. On the other hand, she was his daughter. He was her father. This just couldn't happen in any civilized society, and because they'd considered themselves educated and well-read, this especially couldn't happen in their family. What would her mother think? What would she say to her father after it was all finished? How could she go on with her own life after this incident? Better yet, would she let her mind revert back to this incident and actually be turned on in her future masturbatory fantasies?

Inches away from him now, Katie swallowed hard as her father reached for her cheek, lightly palming it and looking into her eyes, comforting her as much as possible as the heat of her cheek penetrated his hand. Reaching for the few wispy hairs on her face, he moved them to the side and continued to stroke her face, as fatherly as he possibly knew how.

"I am so sorry, baby," he whispered, his voice desperate for forgiveness. "I am so sorry we have to do this."

She took a deep breath, and at that moment, knew she had to respond. Though, she wondered, was he more sorry that he couldn't do anything, or sorry that he'd gotten his cock hard watching her masturbate? Either way, Katie wanted to believe his words - every bit of them, and reaching to grab his hand, kissed it.

"It's okay, we have to do what we have to do," she whispered, as if such an intimate moment, a father and daughter moment, was not to be heard by anyone else. Letting a little smile escape her face, reassuring him that she wasn't upset, though deep inside, she was still confused, not knowing the difference and lost between the love and lust between father and daughter, and wondering how far this would go. How far would this all take them? Would they recover from this? Would their family endure?

Reaching for him, she pulled herself up and straddled him, sitting on her own father's lap, facing him. It was much like when she was younger, since she was a child, as father and daughter sat facing each other. But it didn't feel the same. First, she was naked and he was in his underwear, and second, he'd watched her masturbate. Thirdly, she was extremely turned on, and as far as she could tell as she sat down, placing pressure on his hard cock, still poked out of his underwear, he was also turned on.

"Oh, my God," she softly whispered as she sat down on his hardness, over his underwear, only a thin piece of cloth separating them. She could feel its hotness, strength and eagerness to break free of his underwear, and reminded herself of how inappropriate the situation was, she removed herself from the moment, thinking back to college again. Yet, she nuzzled his face, taking in his scent, and closing her eyes, placing her lips on his chin, readying herself for the activity she'd done so many times before. It all felt familiar, but this time, it also felt different. Was she repulsed as she was excited? Katie couldn't tell, but as she kept her eyes closed, Katie gasped out of surprised as she felt his lips gently placed on her. Taking in a deep breath, she began kissing him.

Falling further:

Warm, comforting and sexy. Those were the only words she could use to describe his kiss, as she sucked in her breath, taking in his, and felt his lips sucking on her lower one, his hand stroking her face. Her eyes were tight shut, remembering her first kiss and the many kisses she'd given and received since, but she also remembered that it was her father she was kissing, and for a second, guilt fell over Katie again.

Then, a tongue. He'd stuck his tongue inside her mouth, so warm, so slick, exploring every part of her mouth and she sucked hard into his mouth, clinging tight onto him, giving in to the kiss and feeling his heart beating against hers, her breasts on her father's chest, completely and utterly helpless at the moment. Even if she were to be told to quit, Katie probably couldn't have done it. She needed to continue kissing.

And there were other feelings, too. Down below, she could feel her father's cock twitching in his pants, pushed against her pussy, as she continued to straddle him, feeling her juices oozing out of her own teenage pussy and soaking her dad's underwear. Small waves of pleasure built upon her as they continued to kiss, her tongue now exploring his, occasionally opening her eyes to check to see if her was looking, only to find his eyes tight shut, lost in the kiss.

As if by accident and through muscle memory, she began to hump his cock. Slow, rocking motion on her father, with his underwear still on and soaked with both their juices. His underwear preventing his cock from springing free, but riding the shaft, wetting it from the outside with her own slick juices, seemed exciting to her, as she placed her hands around his neck and bounced, subtly and slowly, as if afraid to be discovered that she was enjoying this. 

"Hmmmmm," she moaned into his mouth, leaving him harder now, knowing that his own daughter -- young, sweet Katie was enjoying this make out session, and even worst, was getting wet doing so. He could feel the slickness of her juices on his thigh, as it ran from inside, and grew even more excited because of in. But inside of him was also a feeling of guilt. 

"My daughter. My own daughter. And worst yet, I ..." he ignored his thoughts, and allowed himself to get lost in making out with his daughter, occasionally pumping his whole waist up, pushing his cock, still restrained by his own underwear, against her. How many fathers had ever done this with their daughters? How many daughters had done so with a stranger in the room, a gun held to them? The thought was erotic to him, too erotic, and Randy knew he needed to cum. He needed to shoot his load, whether on her beautiful face or deep inside her hole, drooling and ready for him to slide inside, it didn't matter. Randy, a happily married man, needed to fuck Katie. He needed to fuck his own daughter.

They were interrupted yet again, and came back to reality, remembering that there was a stranger with a gun in the room. Clearing his throat, the man pulled Katie off her father, and with a lusty look in his eyes, pointed the gun at her and, as if the anger were gone, began to speak softly.

"Now, make him cum! You both need to cum," the man demanded, lust and trembles in his voice. "You fuck her, now!"

The words shocked Katie as she felt her heart skip a beat, very much so like when she'd walked into the room more than 30 minutes ago and found the man pointing a gun at her dad. What shocked Katie even more was how wet she'd gotten, as she looked down and saw her lips were puffy, parted, and a constant flow of fuck juices flowed down her, running down her thighs. She could also feel her clit peeking out of its hood, even just for a bit. And her heart beat. Faster and faster as her throat grew tighter, and more dry. 

"Oh, we can't do that," Randy said, almost drained from the emotional roller-coaster. "She's my daughter, I can't ..." Randy continued, but was cut short the man pointed the gun at his cock and with his anger returning, proceeded to give the 45-year-old man a verbal lashing.

"What the fuck do you mean you can't?" the man asked. "Look at you. Look at how hard you are! You want to fuck your own daughter! In fact, strip down!"

Katie began to notice again, secretly moving her eyes toward her father's crotch as Randy removed his underwear and stepped out of it. As he pulled down the underwear, his cock sprang to life, its purple, drooling head pointing straight in the air. Katie drew a sharp breath, partly because of the shock of having seen her dad naked and hard, and partly because she marveled at his cock. So beautiful, so hard, and for Katie, it seemed just the right size. She closed her eyes and let herself drift again.

"I can't do this, I can't do this," she thought to herself. "I want to, but I can't. It's daddy, and as much as I need to cum, I can't do this. I love my father, but not like this."

Thoughts continued to run in and out of her head, one second telling her it was her father and this was unacceptable, but the next, wishing she could cum, wishing he'd make her cum, wishing he'd fuck her. Then she drifted back to the guilty thoughts, scared thoughts, thoughts that things would never be the same. She then scolded herself for being turned on, and then reasoned that it was natural, only to feel guilty again. In short, Katie was in a confused and sexual stage, and Dad's hard cock, just inches from her, did not help. 

"Oh, God, Katie, I am so, so sorry," Randy said, looking at her and then down at her pussy, as juice shined from it, and swore he could smell her sexual excitement. The sight of young Katie standing there, almost shivering and naked, her pussy shiny and slick, was too much for Randy. He needed to fuck her, but also felt a sense of guilt, feeling as if he'd exploited his own daughter. 

"Daddy, it's okay," she whispered, her voice quivering as she said so. "After this, we'll be done and we'll be a family again." Katie meant what she said. She wanted to be a family again, and she was assure everything would be okay again, but the only word that rested in both of their minds was "this." "This" meaning a father-daughter sex session. "This" meaning Randy gliding his cock deep inside Katie. "This" meaning father fucking his own daughter. "This" meaning giving into their own lust and letting their sexual urges take over. "This" also probably meant keeping it a secret between them and never telling their unsuspecting mother.

"This" was here and had to happen, and Katie walked over to the couch and sat down, eyeing her dad, waiting for him to approach her, knowing that he was only a few feet away from her, but soon enough, would be inside her. Soon enough, she knew, they would cross the threshold, the line drawn in the sand between father and daughter. Soon enough, her father would fuck her.

"Just do it and get it over with, dad," she said, her voice detached as she spread one leg, flexing her knee, while her other leg rested on the floor, exposing her pussy, still wet and slightly opened, to her father and the stranger. She closed her eyes and waited for "it." She took in a deep breath, expecting the worst emotionally, but also knew sex, no matter whom with, would feel good. For Katie, this would be a roller-coaster ride. For the young student, this would be the duality of good and bad, incest and sex. She laid there waiting for "it."

She could feel his weight his he knelt down on the couch, and his labored breathing as he approached her, and let out a sharp breath as he grabbed her by the hips and pulled her closer to him. Katie didn't want to open her eyes, she didn't want to acknowledge that it was her dad about to fuck her. She didn't want to admit it was incest. Was she turned on? Yes, more than she'd ever been, blame that on biology, but she also knew it was her dad, and no matter what sociologists said about family being a social construct, it was still wrong.

She gasped at his touch as he moved her knee to flex a bit more and leaned her face to one side, closing her eyes, readying for "it." Then, without any warning, it took her by surprise, as she felt his thick, hot cockhead against her slit, dragged up and down the valley and resting in front of her hole. He hadn't entered yet and already, she could already feel waves of pleasure built up inside. She could feel his pre-cum mixing with hers, and trembled at how hot his cockhead felt, and imagining what it might feel like burning deep inside her, gliding her to waves of orgasms.

But Randy had other intentions. Rather than pushing deep inside her, after resting the drooling purple penis in front of her entrance, Randy reached for his shaft and moved it back up, gliding up her slit and resting it on her clit, his hot pre-cum drooling onto it, pushing it out even further.

"Hmmmmm," she moaned as the cockhead touched her clit and opened her eyes to look at him, kneeling over her, his cock in hand and just inches from the entrance of her own pussy. Her own dad, grabbing his cock and gliding it on her clit. His beautiful, purple cockhead inches away from her mouth, and for a second, she felt a desire to take it deep inside her mouth, sucking on it, feeling the lubricant in her throat, the saltiness in her. 

Her words, her simple "Hmmm," drove him wild, realizing that she, too, was enjoying this. Randy simply could not fuck his own daughter at that moment, remembering all the father-daughter moments they'd had; but in this sexual stage, his own thoughts dictated, this moment, too, would be added to the thousands of other father-daughter moments they'd created. He wanted to end it all. He wanted to call it off. But they'd gone too far, and there was no stopping now. 

"I wonder if she wanted this, too," he thought to himself as he began rubbing his cockhead against her clit, making her jump and pushing herself deeper down against the couch as if to get away. She hissed at his touch, his cock vibrating thousands of nerves in her clit as her mind went blank, only focusing on the pleasure of it all, the pleasure of a father touching his daughter's clit with his cockhead.

"Ugh, ahhhh!" she very softly moaned, still aware that there was a stranger in the room, and that this was incest, yet she wanted more. She wanted to cum, and the only person available to make her cum at the moment was her dad. She needed to cum, despite that it was her dad and his hard cock kneeling at her crotch. It didn't matter if it was her dad, Katie needed to cum, and she wanted to cum now.

"What the hell are you doing, put it in her," the man demanded as he looked on from the other couch, evidently turned on by the father-daughter interaction. "Fuck her," he demanded, pointing the gun at the father-daughter, whose positions made them look more like lovers of different generations.

"I ... please, I just can't do it," her father said, continuing rubbing her clit and making her flinch her body with each rub, spreading their juices all over her clit. Though her father knew Katie was sexually turned on, he wanted to wait longer to see what would happen, he wanted to prevent himself from fucking her here and now as much as possible, he wanted to keep their relationship as was, if only for another five minutes.

"Dad ... daddy, just do it, please, just get it over with," Katie said, with the best intentions as she wanted the nightmare to be over as quickly as possible, but it sounded more like a beg, a beg to be fucked by her own father, a beg to cum by her father's cock, a beg to have her father's cum deep inside her teenage cunt. Closer and closer they're approaching the cliff, and perhaps they might even fall off together. Father and daughter probably didn't care at that point. A few inches from now, a few inches deeper and all dignity and father-daughter relations would be gone. And at the moment, with orgasm calling and minds blinded by lust, it probably did not matter.

"Do what?" the man asked with a sly smile, knowing that Katie had fallen in lust, and needed to cum. His mission had been a success. He wanted the young girl to beg to be fucked, and soon enough, he knew, lewd words the young girl had never even thought of would fall out of her mouth, and would forever echo in his ears and her father's ears. His mission, soon, he knew, would be over.

"Put it in me ..." Katie stammered. "Just give him what he wants," she continued, knowing damn well that she only meant to give her what she wanted, and that if the man was going to force them to fuck, that she would want to be fucked right now. Damned if she did, damned if she didn't, she reasoned. If he was going to force them to fuck, she was going to enjoy it, despite the fact that it was her father fucking her.

Complying, her father moved his cock downward toward Katie's now very wet, drooling hole, as her lips part, and holding his cock at the entrance of her pussy, gently pushed in, feeling her opening up to receive him, his own daughter opening up to receive him, and as soon as he got all the way in, he would be back out, and soon enough, father and daughter would be fucking. Father and daughter fucking. Those words rang in Katie's ears and ran through her body, and to her surprise, it caused goose bumps and waves of pleasure, rather than fear and repulse.




Katie and Randy



"Oh, my God," she whispered as he pushed is cock in, feeling her tight cunt opening and immediately wrapping itself around his cock like a clamp. He glided it in some more, filling up her tight, teenage space with his own cock - her father's own cock as her wetness helped his cock along as he rolled back his eyes, feeling his whole cock massaged by her warm, sticky pussy, its muscles waiting to be pushed apart. She could feel him, too, so filling as he slowly glided it, filling what seemed like a missing piece within her. Her eyes close again as he glided deeper in, and she let out yet another soft moan as he hit rock bottom, having gone all the way in.

They stayed still for a second, her eyes opening back up and locking themselves into his, and all the feeling of guilt and fear, she saw, had been gone, replaced with the kind of lust she'd never seen from her dad, and never felt within herself. Nothing more did she want at that moment than to cum, to be fucked senseless, to be fucked so hard her pussy ached. It didn't matter anymore that it was her father.

He began to pump, slowly at first, just half of an inch in and out of her, feeling her walls milking his cock and her B-cup breasts swaying as he did so, her hotness burned his cock, as his balls slammed into her, creating sweet, slapping sounds each time he thrust deep inside of her, feeling the aching feeling of pleasure he'd always felt when fucking her mother. Cock in pussy. Randy in Katie. Father in daughter. His mind spin and fogged at the idea of fucking his own daughter, but it only fueled him to fuck her deeper and faster, as he increased the speed and the slapping noises as well as Katie's yelp, got louder. Each time he thrust himself all the way in, their fuck juices splattered on her thighs and stomach and his chest, making their skin glisten in their incestuous meeting.

"Ugh, ugh, daddy," Katie moaned and pushing back each time he pushed in, knowing that they'd crossed the line, and there would be no turning back. There she was, home from summer vacation, getting fucked by her own dad and enjoying it. When she'd left school earlier in June, she'd never imagine she'd gotten fucked by her own father, and now that it did, she didn't seem to care, Katie thought to herself, as she spread her legs wider for easier access, softly moaning each time.

"Oh, fuck," she groaned as his cock hit a sensitive spot, and grabbed on to the couch, staring deep into his eyes, communicating the lust deep inside of her to him as Randy continued to fuck his daughter, forgetting for the moment anything else in the world. 

"Oh, dad, oh, fuck," she continued to moan, her head rolled back as lust came over here. A deep itch developed inside of her, and thank God he was here, she thought. Thank God her father was here to scratch the itch. -- an itch that only her own father, at that exact moment, can possibly scratch. 

"God, daddy," she moaned deep from within her throat as he continued to glide in and out, his hands now on her tits and staring into her eyes. 

"Oh, God, oh, God, oh, Gooood," continued to moan with each thrust, and pushing back, and for the first time, accepting that it was her father fucking her, and not giving a damn. To hell with family. To hell with what sociologist had to say. She was getting fucked by her father, and she was enjoying it.

Suddenly, he pulled out, his cock pulsating and coated with her own cum as he stood there, almost out of breath, staring at her. They looked into each other eyes, and as if able to communicate just by their eyes, having known each other for 18 years. Katie stood up, too, and turned around. Her bottom, naked and red from having been pinned on the couch, stuck out at him and she spread her legs and looked back at her dad, waiting for him to come toward her.

He quickly found her hole again, and sliding his cock along her slit, promptly put it back inside as he leaned back, pushing his hips forward and pushing his cock deep inside her again. Katie wince as her father entered her cunt from behind and looked into the mirror in front of them. There they were, father and daughter fucking. His cock deep inside her and as he began pumping again, her breasts swayed. The sight was too much for her, as for the first time, it registered, seeing both her and her father naked, and intensely fucking.

"Oh, ugh ..fuck ..." she moaned as he continued to pump, knowing that he was very close to orgasm that hoping that she was, too. It didn't matter to Katie that it was her father fucking her. In fact, she wanted it. She was longer loving it because it felt good despite the fact that her father was fucking her. She was loving it because it felt good, and because her father was fucking her. Incest. The oldest sin in the book and she'd given into it. She'd reluctantly gotten into this, but all the sudden, it didn't matter, because this was incest, and she was enjoying it. At 18, Katie was enjoying fucking not for the sheer fucking, but because it was incest fucking. It was her own daddy fucking her cunt.

"Oh, my God, ...fuck ...me," she moaned, still reluctant and embarrassed that she was enjoying it, but the words also turned her on. She wanted to say it, she wanted to scream it. The words she never even thought of all the sudden were in her mind and needed to come out as her dad pushed his cock deeper and deeper inside, and taking it back out and pushing it back in harder each time. She needed to say it. She needed to say it.

She tried to hold on, she tried to wait until it was all over, until he'd came deep inside to see if she wanted to say it. After all, daddy only fucked her because they were forced to. But she, on the other hand, was enjoying it. She did try to hold on, oh, she did, but she got lost in it all, and Katie finally let loose.

"Oh, ugh, fuck me, daddy, fuck me!" she groaned, surprised at her own words and turned on at the same time, as Randy, having heard his daughter's request for the first time, groaned and pushed in harder, grunting each time he did so, and feeling his balls boiling, readying him to shoot his hot cum deep inside her. 

"Tell me what you want, Katie," he begged as he continued to fuck his own daughter, pulling her hips back and thrusting his forward each time he pushed his cock deep inside of her, and looking into the mirror, treasuring the sight of fucking his own daughter, her face in ecstasy, her tits bouncing and the sounds of her moans that he swore he would never, ever forgot.

"Fuck me, daddy! Fuck me more, fuck me harder," she replied, lost between her words to take breathers, giving in to all the incestuous lust she'd deny herself, knowing that no longer did it matter that she was his daughter, and also knowing that the fact that she was his daughter that was making him so hard, and her so wet, and them getting ready to cum together for the first time. 

Then, it happened. She felt it building up deep inside her and all the sudden, it exploded. She felt her whole body tighten, and Katie pushed back hard into her father's thrusting cock as her whole body tensed, and she exploded, her body shuddering as she came, her cunt hole tightening around his cock as it pushed and tightened around him. 

"OH, FUCK! I AM GOING TO CUM," she screamed as her muscles contracted, her cunt vibrated and at that exact moment, between her yelps and moans and delirious incestuous screams, Randy also came, as his cock twitched and his balls tightened, and his temples filled of blood as he blacked out for a second, and leaning back, Randy felt the gallons of cum deep inside of him shooting into his own daughter. With each squirt, he pulled her back deep inside of him, as he shot inside his daughter, feeling his cum dripping back down against him. Then, it was over. Then, the highs of incest was over. The highs of fucking his own daughter was over as Randy pulled out, leaving behind his cock a trail of his own gooey cum, slowly dripping out of Katie.

Together, they fall onto the couch and lean against each other's sweaty body, out of breath and out of things to say to each other. For a second, father and daughter lay there, taking in their breaths and staring at the ceiling, taking in the reality of what had just happened, as the room grew quiet, and Katie realized, the man had left. 

Beginning to deconstruct what had happened, Katie reasoned that it had to happen either way, whether she liked it or not, whether she wanted it or not, and that there would be no regret. Once she caught her breath, she would wash herself of her father's cum, and would talk to him, and they would move on with their lives. 

Randy's thoughts were a bit different. He wondered if this was the start of a sexual relationship with his daughter, and where they would go from here. He was thankful that it'd happened, and that the event wasn't too traumatic for her. Most of all, he was thankful for a friend who loved him enough to have agreed to pose as an intruder, propelling his own daughter into incest.



Katie and Stepdad Are Home Alone



I walked up the long sidewalk to the front porch. Of course he locked it! I forgot my keys so I knocked on the door.

"Thanks for locking me out Bryan!" I say as he opens the door. 

"Well if you had your own house that wouldn't be a problem." He smiles at me and lets me walk by, his dimples on full display. Something about Bryan makes me attracted to him. I mean, I love him as my stepdad but I always feel like there's something more. Ever sense mom died of cancer, he's been there for me and takes care of me. Sometimes I wonder if he thinks he has to sense I don't really have any other family, but either way I love having him around. He's like my real dad, sense my biological dad left when I was young and no one had heard or seen of him sense. I really hate him.

I had just turned 19 a few weeks back and it was the third birthday I've had without my mom. But Bryan made up for it. I'm in college but I live at home. I have middle back length brown hair, 36c breast, about 5' 8", curves, blue eyes and I'm pretty nice but I can be a bitch when I want to be. Bryan in about 6' 2", short jet black hair, the prettiest blue eyes I've ever seen, and he had a good body considering he's 32. He doesn't have abs but he doesn't have a big stomach either, he's right in-between but he does have big arms. He has three tattoos which I think are so sexy. He also has dimples and I'm one of those people who are crazy about dimples. We live on a farm in Utah and he does all the land work, causing him to be stronger and more toned. Whenever he has free time he always rides our horses, which is a wonderful sight, by the way.

"Hey! You know I have a plan! School, job, house, family. But I am saving money from my current job so I won't be here forever. Okay, dimples?" Sometimes I call him dimples just because he has them.

"Yea yea, I know. And you know I hate it when you call me that. Plus you can barely see them with this winter beard I'm growing." He combs it out with is hands and smiles. I just roll my eyes and sit on the couch. I have homework to do but I'm too lazy to do it. Plus I have all weekend. 

"What show are we gunna watch tonight?" He sits on the couch and put his arms around my shoulders like usual. 

"I don't care. Whatever you want, Katie. "He hands me the remote and I finally pick 'The Voice' after a long while of channel surfing. 

Blake Shelton was judging a girl with black and blonde hair when I felt my eyes get heavy. I should probably go to bed but sleeping on Bryans shoulder sounds like a better option. I rest my head on his shoulder and close my eyes. Bryan doesn't even move or flinch. I could get used to feeling his body touching mine. God if only.

~~~~~~~~~

I woke up with Bryan's arm around my waist and us being face to face laying down. He looked so peaceful while he slept. His mouth slightly agape and eyes fluttering from whatever dream he must be having. He was now only in sweats and the hair on his chest was tickling the only part of my collar bone that was showing in my tank top. I'm surprised I didn't roll of the couch but if guess he put his arm around me so I wouldn't. I carefully stood up and headed to the kitchen to get a drink cause damn was I thirsty. I decided to make eggs and what we had left of bacon and toast. The smell must have woken Bryan because I soon heard him shuffle into the kitchen. 

"Hey" He plopped down in the nearest chair and ran his hand through his messy hair. I grabbed my cup of coffee and gave it to him. We both like the same thing in ours and I haven't drunken any yet. "Thanks." He smiled and took the cup.

"No problem. How many?" I pointed to the toast with a butter knife in my hand. 

"Two please. How did you sleep?"

"Fine considering I almost fell off the couch." I looked over my shoulder and saw him smile. I put the plate with eggs, toast, and bacon in front of him and one in front of me as well. 

"Oh yea, sorry. I was gunna take you to your room but I was too tired and you looked so peaceful. I didn't want to wake you."

"It's okay." I smile and he smiles back. We eat in a comfortable silence until we finish our breakfast and I grab both our plates. I hear him stand and follow me as I walk to the sink. 

I feel his arms go around my waist and rest on top of each other on my belly button, which happens to be showing sense I didn't pull my shirt down when I stood up. I felt his breath on my neck as he spoke, "That was good but I want something else..." He left it to my imagination. Holy shit, I can't believe this is happening. I shudder under his touch. 

"But only if you do too. I won't make you." He kisses my neck. I feel my cheeks go hot and I know their red. I want it. But I can't give in the easy. I mean, he is my dad... well, stepdad. But he's like my real dad, he raised me. But he is still my stepdad, no blood relation. Shit.

"I...I have to get to school. I forgot I had a project due yesterday." I turned and got out of his grip. I hear him mumble a 'shit' under his breath but I hurry to my room and close the door. 

"Katie! Wait, I'm sorry. Pretend that never happened. Please. "He knocks on my door but I can't open it because I know I wouldn't be able to say no again. I want him so bad. "Katie, please." I hurry and grab skinny jeans and a plain blue shirt out of my dresser and brush my hair out. I need to get out of the house, like now. I didn't worry about makeup, as if I didn't really need it. I grab my vans and throw them on. I have to open the door...shit. I confidently grab the door and swing it open, only to have all of that confidence shuddered once I see Bryans blue eyes look at me. I hurriedly rushed passed him and ran outside to my car. I need some time to think. 

I drive, not knowing where I'm going to go. I decide to go to my favorite spot. Our old Club house when I was a kid. I used to come here with my friends Chase and Ashley. Only we knew about it. It is hidden in the woods that are behind the old park. The trees look so much prettier in winter, the snow glistening in the late afternoon sun. The little cabin was run down and we still had our old toys in it. The old doll I used to play with and Chase's action figures and Ashley's Barbie's. I miss this place. I lay down on the old little bed in the corner and close my eyes, I need a moment to just think. 

~~~~~~~~~~ 

I wake up to pitch black remembering where I was. And remembering Bryan. God I want him so much. Why didn't I just take his offer? Jesus! I'm such a retard. He wants me, yet I basically shot him down. Will he still take me if I walk right into the house and kiss him? Like really kiss him? I'd honestly let him take me. I'm virgin, and not because I can't get guys, It's because I wanted to wait till I know I've found the one, so most likely till marriage but I know Bryan won't hurt me. I want him to take me. And so I will let him.

I walk out of the cabin and try to make my way through the snow, but it's so dark I can barely see the trail I made on my way up here. But, thankfully I made it out. Its later then I thought, but the early darkness in winter always plays with my head. But once I get in the car I see it's almost nine o'clock and I have five missed calls from Bryan. 

I drive well over the speed limit but even if i get a ticket, it will be worth it. The ten minute drive home felt like forever even though it was half the time it took me to get here. The lights in the house were still on, thank god. But I know he wouldn't have gone to bed without knowing I was safe. 

My heart felt like it would beat out of my chest at any moment and the sidewalk seemed forever long. The minute I heard the door click open as I twisted it, I knew I was too deep to back out. I mean, he wants it, so why should I be so afraid?

"Katie? I've been trying to call you." I heard him round the corner and he was now in a black t-shirt and blue jeans. His hair messed up like he has been running his hand through it. Here we go." Katie? Are you..." I pulled his shirt and kissed him. First it was soft and passionate, but changed to hard and full of lust. God I wanted him so bad.

"Katie..." He breaks our kiss but I quickly close the gap between us. "Katie, are you sure?" I wish he would quit doing that. I nod and bite my lip. Maybe he changed his mind. I was too late and he regrets this morning. Shit. I pull away and look at my soaked shoes. He doesn't, I know he doesn't. 

"I'm sorry, I'm and idiot." I take another step back and turn around quickly and start walking so he couldn't stop me. As I was about to open my door, I get pulled into his, which is right by mine. He sets me on the bed and takes my mouth again. His hands rest on my hips and he pushes me back so I'm laying down on the king size bed. My arms wrapped around his neck and my fingers entangle in his hair. I feel his hands slide to the hem of my shirt. I lift my back so he could get it off, breaking our kiss. We're both panting and his hands slide up my stomach and around until he finds the clasp to my bra. I hear it unclick and slide down my arms. He never breaks eye contact with me. His hands tickling my skin as he slowly traces his hands up my sides to my breasts. He pinches each nipple and rolls them between his fingers. I pull him into another kiss. I find the hem of his shirt and pull it over his head. The tattoo on the left side of his chest fully visible. He kisses down my jaw and leaves a trail of them down my neck until he got to my breast. He takes my nipple into his mouth and sucks on it, lightly biting it.

"Mmmmmm" I hum. That's all I can muster feeling his body on mine. His free hand trails down my stomach and to the button on my pants. He switches breast giving it the same attention. I search for the button on his jeans and start to pull his down. He stops sucking to help my pull his pants down and he also helps me with mine. He slowly pulls down my underwear making a trail on my thighs. He kisses the inside of my thighs until he reaches my pussy. 

"You're sure about this?" He looks up at me. I just nod, not being able to do anything else. I felt his hot breath hit my pussy, before his tongue touches my clit. He sucks on it and slips a finger into my pussy. The feeling in my stomach increases and I feel my climax coming.

"MMMMM. Bryan..." I move my hips closer to his face and run my hands through his hair.

"Cum for me baby." The orgasm hits me harder than I ever thought it could. Making myself orgasm feels nothing like this, and having your step dad being the one that's making you cum makes it even better. He licks up all my juices and looks up at me. I sit up and pull him into a kiss not caring where he had just been.

"Fuck me Bryan, Please." I mumbled between breaths. He kisses me again and scoots me back on the bed so my head is resting on the pillows again. Still kissing me he opens my legs and positions himself. I felt the head of his cock on my wet entrance. He slowly pushes until he reached my hymen.

"Shit, you're a virgin?" He rested his head on my chest, "How the fuck is someone like you a virgin?" I turn my head so he couldn't see my face.

"I was waiting for the right guy..." I kept looking away trying to get use to the feeling of his cock in me. He pushed further and i felt my hymen pop.

"AWW! Shit!" I didn't mean to say that out loud but I'm sure the pained expression on my face would have given me away anyway. 

"Are you okay?" He holds perfectly still until I nodded my head for him to go further. He slowly finished pushing his member into me. It was the best feeling ever. 

"Fuck me cowboy." I smile at him as i feel his cock pull out and slam back into me. His thick head stretching me. He doesn't have the longest cock like I've read in stories, he has about a 6 Inch cock, maybe a little less, but oh my god it feels so good. His cock thrusting in and out of me.

"Fuck Bryan. I'm gunna cum. don't stop please!" I moan thrusting my hips to meet his. He does a growl type moan in my ear and it pushes me over the edge.

"AWW!" My nails dig into Bryans back and he thrusts again and again until my orgasm subsides. I feel him pull out and he flips us so now I'm on top.

"Now you can Ride me cowgirl." he smiles a big smile and positions himself under me. I sink down on his cock and take in the feel of all of him in me. I go up and down on his waiting cock until I feel another orgasm.

" Cum on my cock " I kept riding him until he held my hips still and started plowing his cock into me faster than before and my climax hit hard. 

"Son of a bitch!" I collapse on top of Bryan aware that his cock is still in me. I sit up again and begin riding his cock again. 

" No no no. None of that. "He pulls me off of his cock." I'll come in your wonderful pussy if you do that." I move back on top of him and start riding his cock again. Every time he tried to get me off i slammed down harder. 

"Mmmm. Katie dammit." I could see that he was trying not to cum but I wanted him to. I'm on birth control but I wanted to scare him so I didn't tell him I was. "Shit Katie I'm about to cum. I don't want to get you pregnant please." I started going faster. My own climax creeping up on me. I knew he was closer then I was so I reached between us and fingered my clit.

I put my mouth near his ear and whispered, "MMM. I'm gunna cum Bryan. I want you to cum in my pussy. Please" soon enough I felt his cock pulsate in me and the hot cum fill me.

"AWW. Fuck!" I once again collapsed on him and he just held me until his cock slipped out of my pussy. 

"That was the best fuck I've ever had. Your pussy was so tight. But you might get pregnant." I shake my head and start laughing. "What? Was I really that bad?"

I lean up and kiss him passionately," No, I'm laughing because I'm on birth control and you were so worried," I smile at him," And you were the best fuck ever. I don't want anyone else to fuck me but you. Promise?" 

"Promise. And your mine now. So don't even think about going to someone else." I nod and Bryan kisses my head. "Just wait till tomorrow. But right now, you need some sleep, yea?" I nod again and lean into his arms, us still completely naked and cum filled but I didn't care. I loved the sex smell that was filling the air and the sweat that was sticking to me. I want to go to bed every night like this, in Bryan's arms, naked, sweaty, and cum filled.

"Night Bryan. I love you." 

"I love you too, more than you know." 

I relax and fall asleep in his arms.



Katie & Stephanie



I just had the best sex with two of the hottest ladies I have met, but I'm getting ahead of myself. My name's Pane and I'm just your average Joe Schmo. I've got brown hair and eyes. I'm also on the short side and my cock is 7 and half inches, I don't think I'm hung but I've been told that I'm the biggest they've ever had. As I said I just had incredible sex, so where should I start.

Katie and Stephanie are waitresses at the restaurant that I work at. They are both young and tight. Steph is dark tanned, brown hair, tall and 19. Katie is short, sorta tan, blond, and 18. Ever since they started working there every guy has been lusting after them and I was no exception. Now I'm pretty outgoing so I was pressing myself on them from the beginning. So when the two of them invited me to one of their parties I was all for it.

They told me to be at Katie's house at 8 o'clock, I was there ten minutes early. Steph opened the door wearing the hottest outfit, the top was pretty much non-existent, showing off her 34C's and her shorts were so short it was almost apparent that she wasn't wearing any underwear. We entered Katie's and I was starting to notice that no one else was there. Katie was in the living room wearing similar clothes as Steph. She was swaying to the music and Steph went right over to her and started to grind with her. As I was looking around and wondering, I had to ask. "Katie, where is everyone else?"

"Oh, Pane, we only invited you." Katie replied.

That's when it hit me that I was in for a real good time.

"So it's just us." Steph chimed in.

"Yeah, so just use your imagination, Pane." Katie added.

That's exactly what I did, but those two didn't let me get to far before the real excitement began. Steph came over and gave me one of the most passionate kisses I ever received. Katie then came over and started on me too. Then they kissed each other rubbing one another's bodies. I was getting totally turned on. Next thing I knew I was watching Steph eat out Katie. They were both moaning and writhing on the floor. It was time that I got in on this. I undressed myself and moved around to Katie's backside. Steph noticed me there and took up my cock in one swallow. I couldn't believe how sweet her mouth was plus she was moaning from what Katie was doing to her southern regions. After what seemed like forever Steph released me and put my dick to Katie's hole. I started to enter her when I felt some resistance. Then it hit me Katie was a virgin. I almost blew my load right there, but held out to give this little vixen the best time of her life.

After a half hour Katie screamed out that she was going to cum. When she did it squirted out like a fire hose and landed all over Steph's face and my cock. She plopped off turned around and started to swallow my cock. I couldn't believe how horny this girl was.

"Do Steph now. Steph you gotta get that monster inside you."

"Well it's about time you horny slut."

With that I plunged my still hard cock into Steph steaming cunt. I was surprised that I was lasting this long. Steph and I moved into almost every position imaginable. Katie was in the corner with three of her fingers up inside herself. As I had Steph on her back Katie came over and lowered her cunt to Steph's mouth and Steph wasted no time.

Three hours later, after fucking the girls several times each it was time I blew my load. I called both the girls back over to my manhood and started to jack off really fast. Finally after a few seconds I let my cum go over both of their faces. Those two cum hungry sluts ate my cum like there was no tomorrow. We all laid down where we were and fell asleep. So like I said, it was the best sex of my life. About an hour later I woke up with two mouths going up and down my shaft desperately trying to get it hard again, but that story is for another time....

To Be Continued...



Katie and the Boss



This one is by very special request for Katie, not something that I do for just anyone – and it is down to the quality of sexy pictures she sent me...

My name is Katie

I looked at the clock, it was twenty five minutes to eight. Too late to go home but to early to go where I was headed. I was sat at my desk proudly looking at the 120 page report I'd just finished attached to the email that would whiz across the ocean to our head office in the states.

I clicked 'send' and away it went; a whole month's work short of one day, and I was going to take that one day off. Knowing I'd be finishing the job that night and not coming in on the next day, a Friday thank god, I had contacted a whole group of mates and suggest an almighty piss-up, but they'd all had to work the next day,

"Friday will be great Katie, can't do Thursday..." had been the reply from about 9 of the ten I'd emailed. So, I'd decided if no one else could start their weekend early then I would leave for the coast and swim, surf and suntan on my own. The hotel was only an hour away and could book in when I liked. The summer heat was still oppressive and the frickin' air con in my car had gone down. The report had meant that I couldn't get to the garage and have it repaired. The nights were much cooler and I had decided to make use of our buildings' air con and leave late and drive to the coast in the late evening cool. My weekender was in the boot and packed with bikinis and swimsuits, and cool floaty dresses and all I needed to do was have a coffee, a shower in the office facility, change into my jeans and spaghetti top and grab a burger from the late McD's drive through and I would be on the highway for ten, booking into my hotel for half eleven, midnight if I chose to go with the top down and cruise.

I looked at the clock, shit, still an hour to go before I even had to think about getting ready. The gym across the street would be full of sweaty business men, gruesome sweaty jocks or old ladies trying to pick them up. The thought of it turned my stomach. I walked to the water cooler and filled my glass drinking two long glasses of water while checking out my reflection in the window against the darkening street outside, lookin' good...

I smoothed down my blouse to emphasise my 34 C's against the white of my thin cotton blouse and they did look good!

I walked back to my desk and sat down with my glass, feeling good about myself again. The faintest twinge in my pussy started to become a faint throb around the area of my clit and it deserved some attention. After all I had been working all hours and only eating and sleeping in between – my poor puss had never known such a barren period since I had discovered the delights of masturbation and then sex all those years ago. I hadn't so much as looked at my trusty rabbit vibe since before my last period, and I hoped the batteries hadn't gone bad in the thing.

Absentmindedly I stroked my boobs again feeling the dull ache that was telling me my nipples were rock hard; my hand snuck down to my thighs almost without me thinking about it...

I jumped up as the realisation hit me, I was in my frickin' office for heaven's sake, I couldn't start to masturbate here... or could I.

I stood and slowly walked around the office, I knew most people had gone as they had all wished me a good night and a good weekend. I checked the clerks' bay and they had all gone, as had the other two teams we shared a floor with. We were the top floor and I knew from other really late nights that the security guards would only check the floor once I had keyed out at the lift and the floor was technically empty. Randall, the retired soldier, who was security for our building this week knew that I was putting the hours in and would not leave his post at the front door and come up so I was safe from that aspect too. My desk looked out over the roofs of the other buildings so I knew I wouldn't be seen from that aspect.

I checked all of the manager's offices and the doors were securely locked, against our unauthorised entry I supposed, so I headed back to my desk, my laptop and my secret stash that no one else knew existed.

My laptop case had a secret compartment in it big enough to hide memory sticks, CD's or a small paper file, but tonight it held just my collection of naughty DVDs that I would use whenever I needed arousal.

They were all lesbian and bi, all featured one woman being seduced by another, another woman in authority, something I'd always found to be very alluring.

I opened the CD drive on my laptop and took out the disc that held my precious file and clipped it into a protective case, noticing for the first time that my hands were shaking just a little.

I took out the first naughty DVD and quickly clicked it into place sliding the drive shut. The machine whirred for a few moments while it decided just what this new disc was. I sipped my water trying to be calmer than my libido wanted me to be.

The titles came up and played with that awful frickin' music that porn just always seems to have, and I clicked on the advance button three times to my favourite part of the movie. Had I been at home and in the mood I would have slowly settled down with a glass of something more interesting than water and watched the whole story. No need for that tonight, I was in the mood already, boooooooooy was I in the mood,

The story featured two middle aged women who by this stage of the film were in various states of undress pleasuring each other. One was a busty blonde wearing a black nightie (her straps falling down her arms) straddled by a taller, slimmer but still very hot brunette pinning her arms down. 

The brunette is clearly in control as she worked her way down the blonde's body, removing her string underwear, kissing across her breasts, belly and vulva before finally burying her face in between her legs.

The blonde moaned out loud, with a sound half way between objection and pure pleasure, as she was licked, sucked and nibbled before the obviously expert brunette settled her tongue and lips at the crown of her lover's vagina, settling down to work on the hard shiny nub of clit so beautifully exposed, erect for the camera. The little jolts the submissive actress gave telling the viewing public, the viewing public with a pussy that is, that she wasn't just acting.

As for me, the scene had done the trick straight away and I was lying back in my seat, my hands working inside my blouse, my top three buttons undone to allow my squeezing, searching hand access to my beautiful breasts. I pinched both nipples in turn, thinking back to the two sprung clothes pegs in my knicker drawer that had resided there ever since I'd seen a beautiful S&M cyber-starlet pinch hers in exactly the same way with exactly the same type of clothes pegs.

I had started to moan, hiking my skirt up around my waist, my left had was still mauling my tits while my strong well practiced right went to work below the waist. My fingers slid inside my white string panties, peeling away at my folds as I'd seen the domina brunette do some moments before. My clit was rock hard now as the arousal filled my entire body.

"Ooooooh, mmmm, oh," I heard my moans as if from a distance as I watched my naughty video. I was soooooooo close now.

Suddenly I felt a tap on my shoulder.

"My-my, Katie, Katie, Katie. What are you doing?" 

I looked around and up only to see my boss, and from the look in her face she knew full well what the answer was.

Shit.

"Danni, I..." I blurted out in panic as tried to stop the video and cover myself at the same time but totally failed to do either.

Danni leant forward resting her forearms on the back of my high backed leather office chair titling me back up to stare into her face and giving her and even better view straight down my semi naked body at my bare breasts, disarrayed clothes and the my bare puss and panties stretched across the top of my thighs pinning my legs together.

"Oh, don't stop Katie," she said lazily, "not if you want to keep your job that is. I was quite enjoying that." Her left hand crept up and she rested her chin on it, and I saw her very cute smile cut from one side of her face to the other.

I gulped, Danni had a rep as a bit of a hard arse, although I had to admit hard or not, it was a very fine arse indeed and right then I couldn't think what to do.

Danni leaned forward over me, sliding her finger across the mouse pad on the laptop so the DVD controls came back up and she pressed 'play' and the movie recommenced from the point when I'd been disturbed.

Her head was almost next to mine and the hand working the computer slid back to rest on the arm of the chair perilously close to my fingers, still wet with my own pussy juice.

"There," she said, as the two women got back on with it on the small screen, "that's better now, Oh is that dark haired girl horny." She cooed and closed her eyes. I heard her take a deep breathe through her nose, and she whispered in my ear as she exhaled, "There is nothing quite so sexy as the smell of a young woman's pussy juice."

Her hand took mine gently by the wrist and raised it to her face until it touched her nose. "Hmm; Katie you do smell good," a long wet tongue shot along the side of my forefinger and middle finger before she slide them both into her mouth for a long suck, "shit girl, you taste even better."

She let go of my hand and nuzzled her face into my neck and into my dark brown hair draping lightly over my shoulders, while the spare hand had slid off of the chair was before I knew it was squeezing my ample tits pinching towards the rock hard nipple pointing so insolently. She squeezed it really hard and I gasped.

"So, just as I thought, my dirty little Katie likes it a bit rough does she?" I gasped, Christ but this woman had seen straight through me, "DOES SHE!?!" she said louder pinching my nipple and squeezing my boob with it.

"Yes Danni," I gasped.

"Mam," she hissed into my ear.

"Yes Mam," I cooed.

"Good girl," she gave up my still tingling boob to gently stroke a hand through my hair.

Next thing I knew my chair had been spun around so I was facing her and she was leaning over me taking in the full view.

"Strip for me," she said. I made to undo my blouse, "And your reply is?"

"Yes Mam!" I said,

"Stand up, I want to see all of you," I leapt to my feet, my red string panties falling slowly from my knees to the floor, "Slow down Katie, I don't want to miss anything," she purred brushing her short brown hair back behind her ear and sitting in my chair, slowly crossing her legs. 

I pulled my skirt down from around my waist and unzipped it. It fell to the floor with just a push from me. It took a second or so for the last remaining buttons on my blouse to undo before I shrugged that off of my shoulders to hit the floor behind me. Lastly I was reaching behind me to undo the clip of my white lacy bra and soon that fell to floor, for me to push to one side with my foot.

"Very pretty Katie, do you know I hadn't quite realised what a beauty you really are, hands behind your back please Missy."

I did as ordered. Any fear I may have had about the situation just disappeared as soon as I saw the lecherously look in her eye, not one that I was a stranger too, only this was the first time I'd had one from another girl.

"Come here Katie and sit on my lap," she held her arms up to indicate where I should sit.

I sat, my bottom settling nicely on her lap, and I held my arms demurely in front of me.

"Now let me see, what I have to play with," she said, and gently ran her soft white hand down my chest and onto my tummy, while her left hand wound around my back and gently stroked down my spine making me tingle all over, I smiled and wriggled a little.

"You need to sit still Katie," she said, "If I'm going to do nice things to you, you really must sit still." As she finished the last two words he mouth opened and she licked each of my nipples in turn and I gasped, "Hmm, Katie-Katie has sensitive nipples does she?"

"Yes Mam," I gasped as her mouth settled on my right nipple and she sucked it deep into her mouth drawing its already erect fullness further from me. I felt a sharp nip as she bit slightly on me, and I writhed, "Be still Katie," she breathed, "don't make me punish you, sweet thing."

Her mouth closed on me again as she pulled me full onto to her and I put both arms around her neck to allow her more space to work, and she took full advantage.

Her right hand released my other boob, and sneaked down to my thighs pushing them apart. I readily relaxed and allowed her exploration, and was rewarded with two strong fingers pushing down either side of my puss stroking though the little pubic hair I had left there. Her strong hand cupped my entire pubic area and squeezed, and I cried out pulling her face more urgently into my boob, for which I received another nip!

What must have been her middle finger slid through the outer lips of my puss and slid up and down my slick wetness; I just could not figure how I was supposed to sit still with all of this amazing teasing going on, then I figured; perhaps I wasn't supposed to!

Her finger found the hard pearl of my clit first time, and my eyes shot open as she began to strum me like some kind of musical instrument, and she proved she was a virtuoso almost straight away. She flicked and strummed at me, pausing only for breath and to pull at my body to bring my other breast into range of her expert, seeking mouth. The other nipple tingled in the coolness of the air and from the wicked tongue lashing it has just gone through.

Within seconds of this I felt the slow build up in my loins that told me this was going to be one motherfucker of an orgasm, and it hit me hard, almost without warning and I felt myself go into one of those trembles that you can't control, and I was left spent and gasping, yet still desperate for more comes like that one.

"Why Katie!" snarled Danni, pushing me back slightly, "look at the stain on my lovely skirt," it was true, there was a pussy shaped mark on her tan coloured short skirt were I must have rubbed myself in the throes of orgasm. "Stand up this minute," she snapped and I did so, my head still spinning slightly. Next thing I knew, she was hurling my office chair to one side and grabbing another from across the office, I noticed at once that this one had no arms.

I knew just what I was in for, and it was a secret fantasy of mine.

She sat on the chair up, and pointed at the ground in front of her feet,

"There missy," she said sternly and I obeyed at once, feeling the tingle in my tummy similar to the one in my pussy. "You will learn to do what you are told and not to be disobedient," 

"Yes Mam," I said, my hands clasped in front of my puss.

"Right Katie, I am going to spank you on your bare arse until I think you have learned you lesson, is that clear?"

"Yes Mam, " I said hearing for the first time a slight tremble in my voice.

She reached out with her left hand and grabbed my left arm, swinging slightly on the chair she pulled my down so I instinctively reached for her thighs and lowered myself over her lap. The same left hand reached across me and clasped me around the waist holding me in place, while I supported myself on my hands and toes both stretched out.

"Now Katie, you understand why I'm doing this?"

"Yes Mam," I said.

"Well?"

To teach me to be obedient Mam," I hissed with another tremble that went all through me.

"Good girl," SMACK! Her palm landed on my right buttock, and I cried out with the shock and excitement of an erotic fantasy of mine that had been with me since high school finally coming true.

The second blow landed on my left buttock and I had to reach down and hold one of the chair feet for support. SMACK! Right buttock again and I cried out. This was followed by a regular pattern of spanks all over my bottom from high up the little crease were my thighs began.

"Aah... aah... ooh..." I felt it was time I played to my bit of the fantasy, "Please," I gasped, desperately hoping she'd ignore me, "Please Mam, ooh... be gentle, aah..it hurts so... aah,"

"It's meant to hurt Katie," she said, "otherwise I wouldn't be doing it would I?"

"Aaah, No Mam, ooh." I gasped and she continued.

The tingle in my bottom and the feeling of being out of control was building in my loins and my groans and moans became deeper,

"Are you about to come again, Katie?"

"Yes Mam," I gasped, "Please Mam,"

"OK, seeing as you've been good..." her spanks stopped and she gently stroked my sore bottom, trailing her fingers slowly down over my puss that must have been damp and gaping by now.

She kept her left hand holding me down while two fingers eased into my now sopping and enlarged pussy. The two fingers in me settled almost straight away on the rough skin of my G-spot and she almost scrubbed at it, pumping her fingers in and out of me at speed. There was nothing I could do to hold back the orgasm if I'd wanted, and her timing was perfect. As the contractions struck my belly and I began to writhe, a pussy-wet finger was introduced into my anus, which up to that point had been totally forgotten.

"Ooh, fuck YEAH, I gasped as her index and middle fingers pumped into both my holes at the same time, and I felt a slight gush of juice splash my leg, and I guessed hers. This was always a result of G-spot interference and I was always ready for it.

"Ooh Katie," she purred, "look at the mess you've made. I really must clean you up."

She made me stand and as soon as I was upright I was pushed against my desk until I was flat against is, the laptop, bag, and various other desk top stuff pushed quickly to one side.

My boobs felt the cold of the Formica desk top and I reached forward to grab the edge of the desk for security and also as something real within this fantasy world I was living in.

My knees were spread slightly and my battered bottom smarted as the pinked skin stretched a bit. I raised my head and turned to see her on the chair rolling forwards, hands raised to grab both cheeks of my arse. What I didn't expect was her mouth to settle on my freshly serviced puss and begin to roughly tongue me all around the entrance and up to and around my anus. I thanked heavens that I had scrubbed down there in the shower that morning!

She had perfect access to all of me and soon one hand released my bum and I felt a finger flicking at my clit again. The hands, the lips, the wanking all had me ready to go again, and I relaxed into the inevitable, glorious, gut wrenching orgasm.

Danni was obviously not going to stop at just three comes and carried on licking me, rimming me and occasionally pushing her long tongue as deep as she could into my puss.

The orgasm was as strong as the first and I felt my knees weaken and I felt myself slip slightly against the desk top. Fortunately the tight hold to the desk and reality kept me there.

She was finishing me off by lightly licking and kissing me all over my bottom and across the tops of my thighs.

She slide the chair back,

"There Katie, you were very good."

"I can be even better Mam," I said slowly turning around and sliding to sit on my desk. I had to slide left to right a bit to find a spot that was cool against the warmth Danni had put into my bottom a few moments before, and I ground my wet puss into it, thinking of the fantastic marks I might leave on the Formica.

"Really?" she said, "Explain,"

"Better if I show you Mam," I said crossing my long legs provocatively. She leant back in the chair and spread her legs slightly.

"I need to know if you're any good," she said, "I mean, do you have any experience?"

"Well," I said reaching up with my arms and pushing up my boobs, "two adventures come to mind. one was with a businesswoman, she was a bit like you," she had started to rub the front of her blouse.




Katie and the Boss



"Really," she said, "do go on."

"Well Mam, we flirted at a bar and ended up in her hotel room where she tied me up with her bathrobe and we fucked all night and drank champagne - not all from a glass."

"From her pussy?"

"Yes Mam." She had raised the front of her skirt and was rubbing the front of her black string panties.

"Tell me more," she gasped, starting to get into it.

Well, there was another occasion was with an ex-girlfriend in a cinema. It was late, the other patrons were up front and were in the back." I closed my eyes at the wonderful memory, "she went down on me and gave me a very powerful climax."

"And did you reciprocate?"

"Yes mam, I felt I had too."

"And did you make her come?" I opened my eyes and saw that she had her hand down her panties and was masturbating.

"Let me show you..." I whispered and dropped to my knees in front of her. Taking her calves in my hands, I pushed them further apart and tucking a finger under the string I pulled it to one side, freeing a very swollen, enlarged and most of all damp puss. I licked from the crack of her bottom up to the hood of her clit and she moaned.

"Keep going Katie," she burst out.

I needed no second telling and I pushed her legs higher so her knees where at her boobs and attacked her pussy and anus at the same time – licking puss, rimming, pushing fingers in both holes simultaneously or one at a time, until I felt her shudder to the first of three climaxes. At each one she shuddered, sighed and cried, out eventually as she was making her way up to the fourth, she cried out, "No more!"

"Last one Mam," I said, and then with a hint of devilment added, "I absolutely insist..."

She came powerfully, a pale yellow juice squirting at each contraction of her come, I struggled with my licking to catch as much as I could in my mouth.

I stood up and over her shaking, sweaty form and put my mouth to hers. Her lips parted to greet me, and I let some of her come juice drip into her own mouth.

She grabbed my shoulders, pulling me down on top of her and we struggled for balance as we each swapped the taste of the other.

I pushed myself up on her still upright knees and smiled down into her glowing face.

"Why Katie," she puffed slowly lowering her thighs, "you MINX!"

That weekend alone quickly became three nights of shared passion in my already booked hotel room, and only my bikinis got any use and that was only for one day – she going so far as to wear one. The rest of the time we spent in bed and making use of room service, she forcing me to meet the waiters and waitresses in less and less clothing!

The drive back on Sunday night was one of the easiest trips of my life; no road rage, no anger of any kind. After all I'd been brought to orgasm by an expert more times than I can actually remember, although she did have to keep reminding me who the boss was through the simple expedient of flopping me over her knee and spanking a reminder into me whenever I forgot!

She will smile at me nicely as she goes through the office, and professionally she still gives me as much of a hard time as she does the rest, only I know if she's really annoyed I get summoned to her office, and I know these days to visit the loo and leave my panties in my handbag so she has less clothing to remove, after all I'd hate to make her even more cross... well... not too cross anyways! 



Katie and The Boys



Ever since Katie fucked the pool boy, she's had her eye on younger guys. Of course, that is fine with me as we are as open to new stuff as any couple around. We never went out specifically to find somebody for her, but she obviously saw plenty of potential any time she was out and around. She was even checking out some younger ones of 18-20 years old. For some reason, she seemed even more interested in that age group as opposed to the 21-24 year olds. Maybe it was because she was a high school teacher and she was around them all day, but either way was fine by me. 

I was just as excited about it as she was. I think it's totally hot watching my wife with somebody else. It doesn't matter if it's a man or woman; I am really into watching her with other people. The element of watching without the other person knowing is also quite intriguing. Sometimes the other person gets performance anxiety if they know they are being watched. Watching without their knowledge allows them to be more relaxed and really in the element. 

Summer came and we spent a lot of time by the pool. As usual, Katie was golden tan and wore the special thong bikinis when it was just us. We fucked pretty much everywhere. In the pool, on the patio, the chaise lounge, the hot tub and on the patio table. Our back yard is very secluded, so nobody could ever see us. Not that it mattered, but that's just the way the house was built. Anyhow, just when things with a younger guy seemed to go by the wayside, something popped up. 

Several of our son's friends visited the pool regularly. Neither of them lived at home, but they stopped in once a week or so. It was weird, with both of them gone, so it was a welcome relief when they came by for a visit. More than anything, Katie loved the attention she got from their horny buddies. Of course, all this did was spark Katie's interest in younger guys, even more. Seeing all these young studs in her pool was almost like personally picking out a pair of shoes. Several times, she would fuck the shit out of me within minutes of the friends leaving. Being around them made her so hot, that she needed to quench her sexual appetite. We had talked about it in depth a little more recently. She was even bold enough to tell me some names of guys who she was eyeing up. A couple of them lived in our neighborhood which might actually come in quite handy. She seemed to really be ready for this and I was going to do my best to help her make something happen.  

I found out that one of her most recent graduates was looking for a summer job. Our place was in need of some work, so I called him. I really hate cutting grass and maintaining the landscape. I had pawned that off on our boys every since they were old enough. Now that they moved out, they won't even come around if they know it's that time. So this could work out for me in two ways. One was having my lawn serviced, and the second was having my wife serviced while I watched. The idea sounded perfect, so I put a plan in motion. Of course, I didn't bother telling Katie. I would let her find out in her own little way. 

I told Jake to come over around noon on Monday and he could cut and trim the grass. I told him to let himself in the gate to trim around the pool patio. Katie usually heads out to the pool around 11 and she would normally be in and out until around 3. She loves the sun and her gorgeous tan shows it. I told Katie that I was going to work in the shop in our basement, all day. Of course, I wasn't really planning to, but it made her think I was out of the way. Like clockwork, she went out to her lounge chair around 11:30. I snuck up and watched her from the tinted picture window and saw that she dozed in and out at times. Every so often, she would roll over and tan her back side. 

Jake showed up and started cutting. It was very hot and sunny, so Jake peeled off his shirt pretty quickly. This kid was ripped with muscles and obviously very athletic. Within minutes, he worked up a sweat. After cutting everything outside of the fence, he made his way towards the pool patio. Katie didn't even notice him until he walked through the gate. They both looked surprised to see each other. Up until now, Katie was just one of Jake's senior teachers. Now she was a total bikini vixen all sprawled out in front of a sweaty 18 year old hunk. It appeared as though they were both shocked to see each other in this state of dress. They both produced a quick, but nervous smile and Katie was the one to break the ice. She motioned for Jake to come have a seat next to her. The nervousness subsided as he got closer and they both took the opportunity to quickly eye each other up and down. It was obvious that there was some instant sexual attraction. 

Jake sat in the chair next to Katie for a few minutes and they exchanged some small talk. Then he went about his business with trimming the pool area. Katie was able to watch him through her mirrored sunglasses. Any time Jake would change locations, he made sure stretch his neck to get a good look at my wife's sexy body too. Katie works out regularly and fills out her bikini quite fully. Her 5'-1", 115 pound body is graced with generous curves and full 34C boobs. She has all the sags and wrinkles that come with being a 43 year old mother of 2, but she carries it very well. 

She made sure to stretch extra hard for her drink and her book, anytime he was looking. Jake tried to hide his erection, but without success. He did his best to work too, but that was happening very well at all. Katie decided to mess with him a little and I was happy to see the things progress. Katie was very forward in talking to people. She was very direct and not shy about saying whatever is on her mind. 

"Jake, come over here and have a seat for a minute. I can't help but notice that you are checking me out pretty hard."

"Uhhhhhhh, I wasn't trying to Mrs. C, but it's kinda hard not to. I saw you every day for a full year, but not like this. Never in a million years did I think I would see you like THIS."

"Judging by the look in your shorts, I guess you like what you see then."

"Oh, yes ma'am. Way better than anything I have seen in school."

"Well, maybe I can show you a little more before you go back to work."

With that, Katie pulled her triangle bikini top aside and flashed Jake with her full milky white boobs. She even gave him a little jiggle to show them off even more. Jake was in absolute awe. It was obvious that he had no idea how to respond. Katie took matters into her own hands. She reached over and grabbed Jake's hand. She slowly moved his hand up to one of her breasts. Jake gulped deeply and began to massage her breast. Instinctively his other hand moved to the other breast. Katie just sat there with a slight smirk on her face, but also a look of satisfaction. 

She had to slow him down as he began to paw at her like the inexperienced kid that he really was. Sure he may have been with some girls already, but this was a very sexually experienced older woman, and he was beyond himself and lost with excitement. I was too, as my cock was standing at full attention. Hopefully I was going to get to watch Katie get fucked and I was anxious to see if it would happen. I was only 20 feet away and had a perfect view of their position. 

In a matter of a minute or so, Katie reached down and began to stroke Jake's cock. He looked quite surprised and looked down to watch the action. At first she was just rubbing it right through his shorts, but in no time at all, she had her hand up the leg opening. She motioned for him to lift up and she yanked his shorts and boxers right off. He sat back down and spread his legs wide which gave Katie the room she needed. She explored his youthful dick and was very attentive to every aspect of it. 

After a few minutes, she dropped to her knees and took the head of his cock in her mouth. My heart raced as his knob parted her lips. She sucked it quickly and then ran her tongue up and down his shaft. His cock was 6" long and a little thicker than average. I knew he wouldn't last long and that she was just priming him for a fuckin. 

Katie picked up the pace and jerked him off while his cock head was in her mouth. I could hear him moaning as he seemed to finally relax and enjoy her actions. True to being an 18 year old, he blew his wad quickly. She never removed her mouth and just sucked up and swallowed all his cum. His body wrenched and stiffened as he drained his cum into her willing throat. He even held her head down to make sure she got it all. He didn't really need to do that as Katie is a true cum queen and would never waste a drop. 

After she was done she sat back in her chair and they talked a little more. He seemed to have some extra hop to his step when he finally got up to leave. Katie came in and went straight to the shower. Later on that evening, we had some of the most intense sex in quite a while. The idea of being with that 18 year old kid really got her worked up. She told me that she invited him back for more, but to bring a couple friends with him. I was shocked at first, but the thrill of watching her get gangbanged by some 18 year old guys, quickly overtook my first reaction. 

It was a long week waiting for Monday to come around. I found myself daydreaming about what it will look like. Katie and I fucked a couple times during the week and she still seemed very amped up. Monday couldn't get her soon enough and I had no idea what the plan was. All I knew was I wanted to watch my wife get fucked by these guys. Actually, there was not really a plan at all, they were coming to fuck her and there was no BS about it. 

Monday finally arrived and Katie spent some time prepping. She put on some tight cotton gym shorts and a tight spandex tank top with no bra. Her nails were painted slutty purple and all her piercings were done up with slutty type charms. My cock approved by getting half hard, just from looking at her. The doorbell rang and I ran to hide. The one thing that we DID decide was that I would watch from a distance. She was going to take the guys downstairs and used the big professional massage table we have. 

Having me hide was the key to allowing these boys the opportunity to relax and not have them worrying about performance anxiety. Not everybody is cut out to fuck in front of the husband or a group of people watching. It can be quite un-nerving. So I went into the back basement and got settled into a perfect little spying spot. 

She let them in and they all tromped downstairs. All three guys sat at the bar and Katie poured them a round of drinks. Their eyes were instantly drawn to her C-cup braless tits under the white tank top. Of course Jake already knew what she looked like and he seemed extra excited to know he was going to see her again. The other 2, appeared nervous, but the drink seemed to calm them down. Tony was a short little Italian guy, maybe 5'7" tall, but still built quite muscular. Mark was the odd man out. He about 6' tall, skinny as a rail and blacker than the ace of spades. 

Knowing these young guys were going to fuck Katie really had me dizzy with anticipation. I didn't want them to bother with any fore play; I just wanted them to go at it. But Katie had other plans to get as much out of this night as she could. Which meant that she was going to take her time and cover all her bases. 

"Well guys, I'm gonna guess that you all know why you're here, so why don't we get started."

The guys were briefly shocked by her boldness, but quickly jumped into action. Katie came out from behind the bar and faced my direction. Jake and Tony were on her sides and Mark was behind her. She reached down and grabbed both Jake and Tony's cocks. I could tell that Mark was rubbing her butt and she wiggled it around for his enjoyment. She had pulled both cocks from their shorts, which the boys then took off completely. 

What a sight it was to see Katie surrounded by these three young horny kids. She jerked those cocks rapidly as Mark pawed at her ass. Jake and Tony both ran a hand up and down her curvy voluptuous body. She writhed around as she really enjoyed all the groping as she threw her head back in satisfaction. I even saw Marks hands he reached between her legs from behind and gave her pussy a quick little rub right through her shorts. I could see her bite her bottom lip as his hand applied more pressure. 

She lifted her hands above her head, and the boys helped remove her tight spandex top, unleashing her big saggy mom boobs. Jake leaned in and began to lick and suck the boob from his side, while Tony massaged the other. I could see that Mark had one hand on her hip holding her still, while the other hand still focused on rubbing her pussy from behind, even with her tight shorts still on. She leaned her head to the left and began to kiss Tony. Their tongues intertwined like a bowl of spaghetti and darted around feverishly. 

Mark had removed his hands from her body and grabbed the waistband of her tight gym shorts. He tugged them down as she shimmied and wiggled to help get them past her shapely hips. Her crisp white tan lines jumped out and the boys stood there wide eyed. It was like kids opening a Christmas gift as they all took a quick look at my naked wife's body. Just a few months ago, she was just their teacher, now she was their sex toy. 

Katie had treated them with a little surprise. She trimmed her pubic hair into the shape of a heart. It was so cute yet so slutty at the same time. The boys really liked this and you could tell it got them charged up even more. Tony dropped to his knees and buried his face in Katie's snatch. Jake took the opportunity to play with both of her jiggling boobs, while Mark stayed in back and continued to rub her ass and hips. According to some of the faces she was making, I'm guessing Tony was hitting the right spots. After a couple minutes, Katie pushed them all aside and went to the massage table. This thing is a work of art and super expensive. 

It raises and lowers with the touch of a switch. It reclines and even has stirrup attachments similar to a gynecologist chair. However, these are extremely padded. I'm sure this thing was made for fuckin as much as it is for massaging. Nobody really cared as they were all a blur of body parts trying to get whatever they could get. She hopped up on the table and laid her legs in the padded stirrups. Her pussy was wide exposed for all to see and it put her ass right at the edge of the table. Jake jumped right between her legs and started to eat her out. Tony jumped up on the table too and got on his knees above her head. His cock and balls were directly over top of her face as he straddled her head. 

Mark was the last one over and stood by the side of the table still dressed. But that did not take long as Katie was fumbling around for his zipper. Mark helped by just taking off his pants completely. He was going commando, so his cock just sprang out in all its glory. Katie doesn't even have the angle to see it, but she could feel its size. His cock is about 9" long, very thin but with a very large knob and blacker than midnight. He was hard but it did not stand out or up, it just hung down. She was so busy sucking Tony's balls that she didn't even try to peek at it. Eventually, she will be very surprised and happy with it. 

Jake was making a complete feast out of my wife's pussy. He licked all over her inner and outer lips. He even sucked her cunt flaps in between his lips and squeezed them together tightly. This drove her wild as her hips were bucking in response. He moved one hand above him to her pubic bone and began to massage her clit with that thumb. He continued to lick and suck her pussy into oblivion and she obviously loved every minute of it. 

Her tongue was in constant motion licking Tony's dangling ball sack. He had a nice large pair and they sagged more than most. She would suck one ball into her mouth and make slutty slurping noises. Then she would twirl her tongue all over and even hit his taint. He is body jerked violently when she hit it and he gasped deeply. As she licked and sucked, she moved one hand to his shaft and slowly jerked him off. 

Mark was busy getting his cock tugged and yanked. His big black hands explored her heaving boobs and pinched her nipples lightly. I was in awe as her tiny hand made his cock look like a huge black snake. I couldn't with to see him put that thing deep into her. Then I realized that with 3 of them, she was probably going to offer of a double penetration, one in her cunt and one in her ass at the same time. That really got me even more excited and I had to pull my cock out and start rubbing it. 

Jake actually looked like he knew what he was doing. He never let up in thumbing her nubby thick clit. He was giving her slit some really slow licks from bottom to top. I think his tongue even hit her sphincter ring a couple times as her body really seemed to react sharply. Next thing I know, Jake is using his finger and massaging her tight little starfish sphincter. I can see her leg muscles tensing up as he does so, as her little butthole is very sensitive and she loves to have it massaged. 

Tony's cock is beginning to twitch and I can see his sack begin to tighten up. He announces that he is going to cum and he wraps his hand around my wife's hand as they both jack his cock off. His purple head lets out a string of warm jizz that lands on Katie's tits and upper chest. The second and third pulse of cock juice, he aims at her face. He coats her lips and nose in a very nice layer of jizz that drips down the side of her cheeks. He continues to tug while the rest of his sauce dribbles out and onto her face also. Of course, my cum slut wife, licks the cum from her lips. She even wipes up some from her cheeks and sucks it off her fingers. 

She is moaning and making slutty slurping sounds as she does this and the boys react to seeing what kind of slut their teacher really is. They all smiles any time they make eye contact with each other. Katie can now see the black snake that Mark brought to the party. Her eyes open widely as she thinks about how it's going to feel. She motions for Mark to get on the table and he quickly obliges. He is now on his knees with Katie's face directly below his drooping meat. She sucks his enormous head into her mouth and begins to suck and slurp away. Mark just holds his cock in his hand and helps feed it to her willingly. 

Jake gets up and lowers the table so Katie's pussy is at the right height for his cock, while he stands on the floor. After a minute of getting things situated, he grabs his cock and begins to aim it towards her willing cunt. Her lips are wide open and she is slicker than snot with pussy juice. He using his cock like a dildo and rubs it all over her smooth outer lips. He resumes thumbing her clit nub and her hips seem to happily respond again. It looks as if she is trying to get herself off as his thumb is going to town. 

Mark is feeding a little more of his meat into her mouth as she is willing to take it. She has her head bent way back and his balls are resting on her forehead. He too, has been blessed with some very big and saggy balls. Probably the biggest ones I have ever personally seen. She is on cloud nine, just sucking his thick knob in her mouth, but has to pull it out every few seconds so she can breathe. She is doing pretty good at taking it deeper as he is slowly feeding it to her. 

Jake finally sticks his hard cock into Katie's pussy and she gasps out loudly. Her cunt is still pretty tight considering how much abuse it has taken over the years. She still does a lot of keagle exercises and that really helps. He probably doesn't even have to fuck her; she could use her cunt muscles to get him to cum. But of course with him being 18, he wants to fuck the shit out of her. He inserts his knob just enough to part her thick cunt flaps. He meaty flaps just wrap around him and fit like a glove. He uses small thrusts just so his knob is going in and out past her outer lips. She uses her hips and pelvis to match his thrust and appears to want more of his length. 




Katie and The Boys



Mark is now to the point of getting half his shaft sliding very slowly in and out of Katie's mouth. She looks so hot with her lips wrapped around his dark meat as it glistens up with her saliva. She is very relaxed and doing her best, but she can't take any more of it. But she is still working the first half nice and slowly. Tony is over in the chair and enjoying the show. His cock is hard again and he is slowing stroking it. He is just patiently waiting for another shot to give my wife more of his stuff. 

Jake progresses to adding more and more of his hard dick into my wife's pussy. Her muscles are adjusting to the girth of his dick which is quite a bit thicker than mine. It only takes a couple minutes, but with the combo of pussy juice and excitement, he gets his full length deep into the confines of her beautiful cunt. He grabs both of her wide hips and begins a series of slow deep thrusts which just drive her wild. I can see she is still trying to thrust her pelvis to meet his thrust, but she cannot concentrate enough to keep it up. She still has Marks black mamba in her mouth and sucking it like a champ. 

She makes Mark and Jake stop for just a moment and wants to switch positions. The both switch up and now Mark has his tool in hand and preparing to jam it into my wife. Katie wastes no time in licking her own pussy flavor of Jakes thick shiny meat. Her hand barely wraps around his shaft as it is so thick. His head is small in comparison, and she eagerly sucks it into her mouth. She loves acting slutty and making the slurping noises really makes her feel victorious. 

Marks cock is still hard but drooping. He grabs his tool and begins to stuff the head of it just into her well used thick cunt flaps. He stuffs his dick into her as she inhales deeply from the feeling of her 42 year old cunt being filled with his young black meat. Jake's cock in her mouth is preventing her from responding as she normally would, and he seems to be feeding to her a little forcefully. She doesn't seem to mind as she has not stopped him. I watch as Mark's dark shaft disappears into her moist fleshy folds of pussy meat. As he pulls out each time, I am excited to see how her pussy juice has begun to shine on his dark thin shaft. Seeing the contrast between his dark black shaft compared to the pale bare white skin above her slit, is too much for me. I end up shooting my load right then. I have been hard and my balls ache and that did me in. Thank god that's over. Now my body can relax. 

Her thick pussy lips just envelope Mark's cock every so hotly. It looks as if they are just hanging on for the ride. He is beginning to pick up the pace a little she moves his hand to rub her clit. She has gotten her clit rubbed enough to the point that I sense she is going to orgasming pretty soon. His large hand wraps around her little waist and pulls her tightly down onto the full length of his cock. His thick head is buried deep in her cunt and she knows it. Katie pulls Jake's cock out of her mouth. 

"Fuck me Mark. Fuck me hard, I want to feel you cum inside me. Use that black cock of yours and fill my cunt with you cum."

Mark really responded to the dirty talk and started to rub her clit harder while he pounded her pussy with his hard dick. Katie had her hand wrapped around Jake's meat, but wasn't able to muster up and thing to do. Her head was thrown back and her eyes were closed. Her tummy quivered as she ripped out and tremendous orgasm. She screamed and whimpered as her pussy convulsed around Mark's dick. I could see her thighs shaking from the muscle spasms coming from her pussy. 

The tightening of her pussy caused Mark to cum too. His body tensed up as he shot his first load deep into her inviting cunt. He used his hand to keep his dick there for the first shot and then pulled it out. He blasted as much cum as a porn star and covered my wife's sexy tummy and dripping cunt with more of his thick warm sperm. The cum was dripping from her spent pussy and puddling on the table. She just scooped up as much as she could and licked it off her fingers. The boys were really digging that, as they would smile in appreciation. 

She pulled away from both of them for a moment and suggested a switch of positions again. 

"Come on back Tony, I need you and Jake to double fuck me."

Tony's eyes lit up and he bolted back to the table. Katie had him lay on his back and she mounted him with her sloppy dripping pussy. Tony didn't care not one bit as he allowed her to slip her used snatch down on his cock in one push. She was on top of Tony cowgirl style and then bent over at the waist so her boobs were smashed tight to his chest. She gave him a little kiss and motioned for Jake to get behind her. 

"Let's go Jakey Pooh. Get on over here and stick that thing up my ass. I felt you teasing my litte butthole earlier, now give me the real thing."

"Yes ma'am Mrs. C, I am on my way.'

Jake lunged to the other end of the table and proceed to rub his cock head all over Katie's wrinkle little anus ring. She handed him a bottle of lube and he squirted it all over her ass crack and his dick. He used his hands to massage it in and give her anal ring a workout. He began to insert a finger, which quickly progressed to 2. Her sexy butthole puckered and quivered with each touch. He pulled his fingers out and traced circles around the outside of her sphincter ring. She was trying not to move as she didn't want to pull off of Tony's cock. 

After an eternity of foreplay, Jake took his cock and inserted the head just past her clamped up anal ring. She took it rather easily as she had been prepped a little earlier, which made this shot quicker. Jake eased his thick meat into her as her muscles adapted to the thickness of his meaty shaft. It wasn't long, before he was balls deep and ready to go. He grabbed both her hips and began to stuff his meat into her as hard as he could. 

You could tell that both boys were really going at it, as Katie was screaming moaning and screaming from the pleasure of being filled by both of these 18 year old cocks. Both boys were just trying to savagely fuck her at the same time. Jake was doing most of the work, while Tony just tried to hang on tightly. Katie was on cloud nine, when Mark stood right by her side. She leaned over and began to suck his cock back to life. It was still full length, just softer now. Seeing these young studs fuck my wife bareback cause me to cum again. My cock and balls still ached and I was glad to get rid of my last shot. 

They continued to fuck her ass and pussy with total abandon and she loved every minute of it. She tried to move her body in unison with the cocks that were sliding in and out of her sex holes, but it did not work. She was panting heavily and trying to talk dirty, but to no avail. Both boys were on the verge of cumming and it couldn't happen soon enough. Tony hit first and hollered out that he was ready. He pumped his jizz into Katie's cunt, while she was still impaled on him. I could see the cum squeezing from around his dick as it was still inside her. 

Jake hit next and pulled Katie's hips tight so he was full length into her. I could see his body help shoot his load deep into her tight asshole. He too filled her up as the cum was squeezing out her ass, while it was till filled with her cock. His cum was dripping down his balls and all over her pussy and Tony's dick which was now beginning to soften and squirt out from between Katie's used up pussy lips. There was a mess of cum all over the table too. 

They all tumbled apart and just lay there looking around emptily and catching their breath. Katie was the only one to speak and thanked them for their participation. They all got dressed and left. They high fived each other and patted each other on the back as if they were the victors of the championship game. Well, I guess they were the winners after all, and Katie was their trophy..........



Katie and the Girls Night Out



I had gone through ten years of marriage believing that a "Girls Night Out" was just that - a bunch of girls getting together to get out of the house to blow off some steam. My loving wife led me to believe that on Wednesday she got together with her sister Sarah, her cousin Tina and some girls she went to school with to play cards at her sister's apartment. It turned out that "Girls Night Out" really meant "Boys Night In."

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Normally I got off from work before Katie left and I babysat while she was out, but I had run into an old Army buddy at Wal-Mart. We hadn't seen each other in fifteen years and didn't even know that we lived in the same town. He owned a country/western bar on the outskirts of town and he invited me over to have a bite to eat, sip a few beers and have a lot of catch up conversation.

"I don't have much of a kitchen, mostly Del Monico steak sandwiches, half pound ground rounds, French fries and onion rings, but I've got the best Bloody Mary's in the state."

I called home and told Katie she would have to arrange for a sitter, we exchanged our I love you's and then I followed Bart over to his bar. As the evening progressed we sat in his office looking out the one-way window into the bar proper and did the 'whatever happened to' and the 'do you remember' thing. Along about six-thirty a band came in and began to set up.

"Live music?"

"You bet. I'm surprised that you've never heard of the place. It's the hottest spot in town, a real pick up palace. The joint will be jumping by eight."

"I'm an old married man now Bart, with three kids. My nights of tripping the lights fantastic are long gone."

"Too bad bud, I get some prime stuff in here on Wednesdays. A couple of them even tempt me, but I make it a rule to stay away from the paying customers. Less heartache that way. If you ever decide to stray from the old ball and chain there's a group of regulars, five or six, the number always changes, who are in here every Wednesday night and they never leave along if you get my drift."

"Sorry to have to turn it down pard, but what I've got at home is almost more than I can handle."

"Too bad. The tall blond one would probably be just your style. Speak of the devil here they come now."

I turned and looked toward the door and I'm sure that my jaw must have dropped.

"The two blondes are sisters and the redhead with the big tits is a cousin. The other three are just friends. All six will leave with a guy and go to one of the girl's apartments where they all get it on in the same room. Then when the married ones leave to hurry home to hubby the two blondes double up. The tall one likes doubles and triples and gangbangs. She also seems to have a preference for dark meat."

"Doubles and triples? Dark meat?"

"You know, two or three cocks at once and she always seems to leave with one or two niggers. Now I don't have any factual knowledge, but that is what the guys they leave with tell me when they come in here the next day. Granted, guys like to bullshit and brag about sexual conquests that sometimes never really happened, but I've been hearing those stories for damned near seven years now so I pretty much believe them."

"She's been coming in here that long?"

"Yep. She was at my grand opening and has been coming in on almost every Wednesday since. She's married and I hear that she has a couple of kids. I wonder if her husband knows. You know, they have one of them open marriages?"

"They don't, and he didn't, at least not until tonight."

"Huh?"

"They don't have an open marriage and he didn't know until just now."

I saw the understanding dawn on him. "Jesus! You don't mea...?"

"Yes indeed Bart, that is just what I mean. And that brings up a question Bart. Just how loyal are you to your steady customers?"

"I don't know. You got a gun in your car? You going to go nuts and blow her shit away? If that's the case I'm going to go out there and tell her to run. I don't need no shit like that in my place."

"No, nothing like that. I just want to know if you are going to tell her she's been busted."

"Nope. I figure if you kick her ass out she'll still come in here. Probably more often."

I guess I must have raised an eyebrow at that because he said, "Hey, I'm sorry that she's your wife, but I'm a business man and she and her little group bring in a lot of business. What are you going to do?"

"I don't know. The anger hasn't taken hold yet. This has happened just too quickly. For right now I suppose I'll just go outside and wait for her to leave and then follow her to see what she does. After that, I just don't know." 

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According to Bart the girls always left by ten or so. He figured that it was so that they could go have their fun and then still get home to hubby at a reasonable time. I had no idea what a reasonable time was for Katie because I was always asleep when she came home and Katie was careful not to wake me. I was surprised that I wasn't angrier than I was. I supposed it was because all I had up till then was what someone had said rather than any factual knowledge. Perhaps there was still a part of me that didn't believe it. After all, how could it have possibly gone on for seven years and me not have a clue?

At five after ten the girls began coming out and it was just as Brad had said it would be - none of them were alone. With a sinking heart I saw Katie come out with two black guys and I watched the three of them walk to a car and talk for a moment or two and then one black guy took Katie in his arms and kissed her. The kiss was a long one and while it was going on the other black guy took out his cock and put Katie's hand on it. She stroked it until she broke the kiss and then the man she had been kissing got in the car and Katie and the other black walked over to her car - his cock still in her hand - and Katie let the guy get in and drive while she got in on the passenger side. They weren't even out of the parking lot before her head went down into his lap.

It was a regular convoy on the way to Sarah's apartment. Sarah in her car with Tina, Katie and the guy she was sucking off followed in Katie's car. Marlene in her car with her stud of the evening and three guys behind her in a car. Then came Annie's car and she had Bev with her and behind them was another guy in his car and I was behind all of them. At Sarah's place they all trooped upstairs to her apartment and I settled in outside to wait. I don't know why I sat there and watched Sarah's apartment since I already knew that what Bart had told me was true. What I really wanted to do was go up the steps and walk in on them (I had a key so I could feed Sarah's cat when she was on vacation) and surprise the hell out of Katie, but then she would know that I knew. That would limit me in my future options so I just sat there and watched to see what would happen next.

Bev was the first one out. She came out at eleven-twenty and headed home to her husband. Tina was next, along with one of the guys, and they stood and talked for a couple of minutes and then exchanged slips of paper which I assumed were phone numbers and then they got in their cars and drove off. Next out came Marlene and Anne and they drove away which left Katie, Sarah and five guys still in the apartment. An hour passed and I was developing an overwhelming urge to go up those stairs and barge in on them. I had just decided to do it when Katie and four guys came out of the apartment. They stood around and talked for several minutes and then Katie gave all four long, lingering kisses and then everyone dispersed to their cars and drove away.

I gave Katie a three-block head start and then I followed her. I wondered what she would think when she got home and found that I wasn't there. Would she panic at the thought that I might have been out checking up on her or would the fact that she had pulled the wool over my eyes for the last seven years make her feel secure? All of a sudden something inside me snapped. I didn't want to go home. I didn't want to see Katie now that I knew what she had been doing. I didn't want her trying to kiss me goodnight with the mouth that she had been using for other things that night. I didn't want to lie next to her body after other men had been on top of it. Most of all I wasn't ready to face her after what she had done. I swung off on a side street and found a motel and checked in for the night.

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I called in sick to work the next morning and then called a friend of mine who was a lawyer and asked if he could find some time in his schedule for me to discuss a personal problem. The news I got wasn't good. It seemed that in our state it didn't matter why you got a divorce, the woman still would make out like a bandit.

"You could have video of her being gangbanged with the kids in the next room watching TV and she would still get custody of the kids and half of everything that you own. She will get a portion of your pension when you retire, child support for the kids and depending on how sharp her lawyer is and how kind the judge is she could even come away with the right to claim the kids as income tax deductions even if you are paying more than half their support. To add insult to injury you will even get stuck with paying all court costs and that includes her lawyer's fees. Believe me pal when I say that divorce is the worst solution to your problem. You would have been better off barging in on her and killing her in a fit of jealous rage. With the right jury you might have been found not guilty by reason of insanity. At worst you would have been given twenty-five years and been out in eight with good behavior."

"So basically I'm fucked?"

"Pretty much. Your best option is to go home, pretend that it isn't happening, and go on with your life. You say that your marriage has been a good one right up until last night so be happy with your six days with her and try to ignore the one day when she is out being bad. Or you could go home and live with her and just sleep in separate bedrooms. Another option is to slowly convert everything you have to cash and then one day just walk away without saying a word to anybody."

Great choices, right? My mind was in turmoil as I headed home. I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to lose my kids and I didn't want to lose everything that I had worked so hard for just because my wife was a cheating whore. It wasn't fair that I had to be the one to pay for what she had done. By the time I reached the house I had decided to follow some of Brad's advice. I would slowly convert things to cash, but I would also stay at home and coexist with Katie until I could find a way out that didn't ruin me.

"Where have you been? My God, I've been worried sick. Why didn't you call?" was the greeting I got when I walked into the house. "I called the hospitals and I even called the police."

"I was just out. I had way too much to drink last night and decided to check into a motel rather than chance driving home."

"Why didn't you call me to come and get you?"

"I did. I called Sarah's half a dozen times right up until ten-fifteen and didn't get any answer." I saw some worry in her eyes when I said that, but it went away when I didn't dwell on it. "I called home at one and the baby sitter said you weren't home yet so I got a motel and crashed." 

The worry came back, but when I didn't ask any questions about why she wasn't at Sarah's at ten-fifteen or home by one it faded again.

"I called work and they said that you had called in sick."

"That I did. When I woke up I was in no condition to go to work."

"So why didn't you call me then?"

"Because I didn't want to talk to you. Now if you will excuse me I'm in bad need of some aspirin." I left her standing there and headed upstairs to the bathroom and faked getting some aspirin and taking them. Katie had followed me up to the bathroom and was leaning on the doorframe, arms folded across her chest when I turned around.

"What do you mean you didn't want to talk to me?"

"My old Army buddy had to leave early, but I still had a drink in front of me so I stayed to finish it. While I was sitting there alone sipping the drink I had some time to think. The things I thought about had been in the back of my head for a long time and every time they had tried to push forward I had shoved them back into some compartment in the back of my mind and locked them away. Last night they kicked down the door to their little compartment and forced themselves to the front where I had to face them."

"Face what?"

"There is something wrong with our marriage Katie. I don't know just yet what it is, but for about the last seven years (I wondered if that number grabbed her attention) I've felt that there is something wrong, something not right, and the more I thought about it the more I was sure that I was right. There is something going on between us Katie, something that isn't right. I have no idea what it is yet, but it is there and I can feel it and I don't like the feeling. And as long as I was feeling that way I didn't, or should say don't, want to talk to you."

Katie gave me a contemplative look, shrugged her shoulders and walked away. 

Dinner was a quiet affair as far as Katie and I were concerned although the kids chattered away. After dinner I helped them with their homework and then played some games with them until it was their bedtime. While Katie was putting them to bed I moved a few things into the spare bedroom. The kids in bed I told Katie I was tired and was going to hit the sack early and I left her in the living room watching TV. An hour later I heard the door to the spare bedroom open and then close as Katie looked in to see me there.

The next morning at breakfast Katie asked, "How long are you going to be in this self induced funk of yours?"

"Until I get a handle on what is wrong."

"There isn't anything wrong, it is all in your head."

"Somehow Katie, I don't think so; I don't think so at all."

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I don't know why, maybe it is because I have a touch of masochism in me, but I was outside of Brad's place the next Wednesday watching to see what would happen. At nine-thirty Katie came out with a tall black man and they went to her car and a minute later I saw her legs come up as the man fucked her on the back seat. When they were done they went back into the bar and at ten after ten Katie's little pussy posse came out with several guys tagging along and they all headed for Sarah's apartment. Katie had three black guys with her and the four of them got in her car. She got in the back with one man and the other two got in front. Her legs were kicking in the air before the man driving her car even got it started. Halfway to Sarah's the guy fucking her must have finished because he got up and climbed over the seat into the front while the man on the passenger side climbed in back. Less than a minute later Katie's legs were kicking in the air again. I'd seen enough and I headed on home.

For the next two weeks I did the same and nothing changed except the number of guys. One week it was three black men and the next it was two. I really, really wanted to confront her and ask her what was the deal with her and blacks, but in the end I always talked myself out of it. I wasn't ready for confrontation, at least not yet.

For the next three months I pretty much ignored Katie. I slept in the spare bedroom and ignored all of her entreaties to go back to sleeping with her. Twice, after the kids were in bed and sleeping, she walked into the living room where I was watching TV wearing only nylons, a garter belt and high heels.

"This used to get your attention," she said.

I glanced over at her and said, "Yes, it used to" and then after several seconds she ran crying from the room. During that same three-month period I quietly sold the house that my parents had left me and that I had been renting out. I also sold off the two classic cars that I had restored. I told Katie that I needed the money to buy the 32' Ford Coupe that I really wanted. I sold my motorcycle, my stamp and coin collections, and I cashed in five CDs that I had. I squirreled the money away in a coffee can in the garage because lawyers have a way of finding money that is in banks. 

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I have no idea how much longer things might have gone on the way they were, but one day I just got tired of it. I hired a private detective, gave him all the information that I had and turned him loose. Two weeks later I had his report and I made copies and sent them to the husbands of the women in Katie's little fuck bunny group. I sent them off on Saturday and I was not at all surprised when Katie spent most of Tuesday on the phone. From the time I got home she kept looking at me nervously as if waiting for me to drop the hammer. I decided to play with her.

"Anything interesting in the mail today?"

"No, why do you ask?"

"I got something at the office today that really got my attention." I saw her tense up and I went on, "Some one mailed me a report." I saw a bead of sweat on her forehead.

"What kind of report?"

"I contacted a research group to find me that 32' Ford that I want and they sent me a list of seven that are available and in good shape."

I saw the relief wash over her face and then I hit her with the zinger. "I've got some time off coming and I'm going to be staying home from work tomorrow. I want to be here when the mail comes."

I saw the worry reappear as she asked me why.

"I contacted two of the people that have the cars and they are going to overnight mail me pictures and the particulars."

"There isn't any reason for you to waste a day off for that. If they come I can always bring them down to you."

"No, other people want those cars as much as I do and minutes could make the difference so I want to see them as soon as they get here."

The real reason of course was that Sunday I had dropped a copy of the report in the mail to myself. By the time we both went to bed that night Katie knew that the husbands of Tina, Marlene, Annie and Bev had all received a copy of the report and she was worried sick that a copy mailed to me would actually get to me. None of the reports that I mailed had my return address on them and I had blacked out all references to me. All Katie knew was that someone had anonymously sent the report to her friend's husbands and she expected that I would get one also.

Katie spent most of the morning in the living room where she could watch the front of the house. At eleven-ten when the mailman put the mail in our box she was out of the house like a shot. I watched through a slightly parted curtain as she took the mail out of the box and looked at it. I saw her look at the large brown envelope and then cast a quick glance at the house to see if I was looking and then she pushed the brown envelope back into the mailbox and came back into the house.

"Nothing about cars, just the regular bills."

"Well, maybe they handle overnight mail like special delivery and it will be along later. Maybe you have to sign for it or something. I think I'll go out and wash the car while I wait."

I spent the rest of the day working on the car in the driveway. Katie kept coming to the doorway to see where I was. She desperately wanted to get out to the mailbox and get that brown envelope, but she couldn't as long as I was in the driveway. I knew that when I finally went into the house at five that she had to be a basket case, but I made sure I stayed where she couldn't get out to the mailbox without my seeing her. After dinner, as she was putting the dinner dishes in the dishwasher I casually asked her, "I wonder what is in that envelope that you stuffed back into the mailbox?"

She dropped a glass on the floor and as it broke she turned to me and said, "I don't know what you are talking about."




Katie and the Girls Night Out



"Sure you do Katie. I was watching through the curtains when you got the mail and I saw you shove a brown envelope back into the box. What is it? You don't want me to have my Ford Coupe? You going to keep the information from me until someone else has already bought it? Why don't you go out and get it Katie, and let's see what it is."

She gave me a dirty look, slammed the door to the dishwasher and stormed out of the room. Two minutes later she was back and the brown envelope had been ripped to pieces. She waved them at me and then tossed them into the garbage.

"Damned right I don't want you buying a car. Until you start paying attention to me again I'll be damned if I'll let you buy a car that you can spend all of your free time on. I'm sick of being ignored by you while you run around with figments of imagination in your head telling you that something is wrong with our marriage. I'm tired of it. I have needs damn it, needs that you aren't meeting and until you start meeting those needs I'll begrudge you anything else you want to spend your time on."

I looked at her with a smile on my face and then I clapped my hands and said, "Bravo, bravo. Academy Award performance if I ever saw one. With acting talent like that you belong in Hollywood. I especially liked the part about your having needs. Personally I would have thought that your needs were being more than met on your Wednesday night out with the girls."

Katie's face went pale as she said; "I don't know what you are talking about."

"Sure you do Katie, you know exactly what I'm talking about."

I reached under the table and brought up the briefcase I'd put there while she was out at the mailbox. I opened it and took out another envelope which I tossed on the table in front of her.

"That's the original Katie. What you tore up was a copy. Check it out Katie. It is very interesting reading."

I got up and left her sitting at the table, the report in front of her.

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It was an hour later and I was in my home study working on a sales report when Katie came in and sat down. She sat there for almost five minutes before she said, "What made you hire a detective?"

"I just finally got tired of trying to ignore it and pretending that I just thought that something was wrong."

"Did you have to drag everyone else down too?"

"Yep. The other guys deserved to know that their so-called loving wives were nothing more than cheating whores like you. Hopefully they can get rid of the sluts before the sluts can infect them with something."

"Is that why you stopped having anything to do with me, the fear of becoming infected?"

"That's part of it. The other part is that you are a nigger loving whore and I can't bear the thought of touching you"

"You probably won't believe this, but I love you and I would never do that to you. I always used condoms."

"You are right Katie, I don't believe you. In the first place condoms aren't enough and you know it. Aids gets passed by a transfer of body fluids and that includes swapping spit in a kiss and the pre-cum leaking out of a dick when you are sucking it. In the second place, you are lying to me and I know it. I saw what you were doing the night that I didn't come home. I saw you at that country western bar. I watched you exchange passionate kisses with that nigger in the parking lot and I watched as you went down on him while he drove your car to Sarah's and you sure didn't spend anytime putting a condom on him. God alone knows what you did upstairs in Sarah's apartment. The following Wednesday I watched as you went out to the parking lot with the one black guy and from the time you got in the car until your legs went up he barely had enough time to unzip his pants, let alone put on a condom. And the same with the two dudes you did on the backseat on the drive over to Sarah's. Doesn't matter anyway. We were toast as soon as I found out you were a punch board for niggers."

"Then why are you still here?"

"Because it is easier and cheaper than a divorce. So, now that the bullshit is out of the way you need to make a decision. We can either co-exist in the house and keep being parents to the kids or you can pack up and leave and get a divorce. It is strictly up to you."

"Aren't you even going to ask why?"

"No. I already know more than I want to know. I know that you have been cheating on me for at least seven years now. I don't really need to know that it has been longer than that - that maybe you snuck out of our room and fucked the bellboy while we were on our honeymoon. You did it, you finally got caught, the marriage is over, we move on. There is a bright side for you. You don't have to limit yourself to just Wednesday anymore."

"No chance for us?"

"No Katie, none at all."

"I guess I'll have to think about it. No chance at all?"

"None!"

She sat there and looked at me for a couple of more minutes and then she got up and left.

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Katie made the decision to co-exist in the house. We were cordial to each other and gave the kids no reason to believe that anything had changed in the house, but at nine, seven and five their awareness wasn't what it would be in five more years. The surprising thing was that Katie gave up going out on Wednesday nights and didn't go out on any other nights either. After three months Katie started to make some moves toward trying to win me back. They were subtle at first and I didn't realize what she was doing, but I guess that subconsciously they were doing what she hoped as I did get erections that I tried to hide from her. Then she got a little more open and began dressing in a provocative manner. I had been without sex for almost seven months and it was hard to ignore her, but I did. I was determined to have nothing to do with her sexually. My plan was to stay together until the kids were old enough and then either divorce her or just walk away. I had been adding money to my coffee can in the garage and I had quite a large chunk saved against the day we split, however it went down.

I guess Katie thought she could turn me around though and she kept trying. I didn't help matters any when I stupidly agreed to move back into the bedroom with her

"Clarise and Benny are getting old enough to wonder why we are sleeping in separate bedrooms. We need to start sleeping in the same room."

"No Katie, no way."

"Hear me out on this okay? I said sleep in the same room, not the same bed. We can get twin beds and you can sleep on one side of the room and I'll be on the other. If they ask about separate beds we can tell them that you have a bad back and need a firmer mattress than I can sleep on. The important thing is that we keep up the pretense for them."

It sounded logical so I agreed. It turned out to be a big mistake. I had forgotten that being in the same room would mean seeing Katie dressing and undressing, getting in and out of the shower, standing naked in front of the mirror putting on her makeup and things like that. It gave me more hard ons than I care to admit to, but I still fought off the temptation to give in. Then one morning I woke up having what I thought was a wet dream to find Katie with my cock in her mouth. When she realized I was awake she stopped sucking on me and looked up at me and smiled.

"See? He does miss me."

I lost my temper and kicked out at her. My foot caught her shoulder and sent her tumbling from the bed and I stood up and looked down at her lying on the floor and shouted at her, "Stay away from me you filthy fucking nigger loving whore" and I stormed out of the room. 

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That night Katie went out and from then on she went out three or four nights a week. I couldn't have cared less as long as she left me alone, but then one night I woke up to loud noises coming from the living room and I got out of bed to see what they were. Katie was on the living room couch with a black cock in her mouth, her pussy and her ass while a fourth blackman stood off to the side watching and stroking his erection. The noise was the men urging each other on. 

"Fuck the bitch. Give it to her hard."

"Man I do love pushing my cock into her tight white ass."

"Hurry up bro, I need to put my meat someplace."

I headed down stairs and when I got there the guy fucking Katie in the ass saw the rage on my face.

"Hey man, you must be the husband. She said you were okay with this."

"I don't give a rats ass what you do with the whore, but I don't want it done in my living room. A backseat, a motel, but not here."

"She brought us here man."

"I don't give a shit what she did. I've got three kids upstairs in bed and I don't need them waking up to go to the bathroom, hearing the noise and looking down here to see this. Get her the fuck out of here and do it now before I call the police."

I turned and left them and went upstairs and got dressed. About five minutes later I heard the front door slam and I checked and saw that the men had gone, but they had left a naked Katie on the couch. I went down and as I approached her she smirked at me, "You interrupted us and they left me hanging. You going to finish the job?"

I picked her up off the couch and carried her outside and dropped her on the front lawn and then I went back into the house and locked all the doors and windows. Katie raised enough racket trying to get back into the house that the neighbors called the cops. They tried to get me to let her back in but I refused and told them that the only way she was going to get back in was with a court order.

"At least give her some clothes."

"She keeps a blanket on the back seat of her car to keep cum from staining the seat. Let her wrap herself in that" and I closed the door on them. The next day I packed up the kids and moved out.

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I can only blame myself for letting things get to that point. I should have just bitten the bullet when I first found out about Katie and gone for the divorce. Katie is fighting for custody of the kids and I'm fighting hard to keep her from getting them. Her latest maneuver is to claim that they aren't mine and she has demanded a DNA test to back up her claim. I have no idea how it is going to turn out, but you have no idea how many times I have thought back to my talk with my lawyer friend and remembered what he said, "With luck and good behavior you'll be out in eight years."



Katie and the Pastor



The response to "Katie's Neighbors" was so great that I decided to continue the saga of Katie and her discovery of the sex-obsessed underbelly of Riverside.

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As the last bars of the hymn faded away, Katie stirred from her reverie and stood with the rest of the congregation. She shuffled along the pew and joined the queue as it ambled out of the church into the autumn sunlight. She was a little annoyed that the service had ended so quickly because she had enjoyed studying the distinguished features of Don Jeffries as he sat near the minister. It was only a couple of days since her life-changing experiences with him in the adult cinema. It was rare for her to attend church during the week but she had just had to see Don again, if only to prove to herself that it had all been real, but she had felt like a silly schoolgirl as she had entered the church, even a little embarrassed. 

He hadn't noticed her initially, sitting near the back of the church, but as he delivered the church notices she caught his eye and he smiled at her warmly in recognition. Her heart leapt immediately and she could almost feel his wonderfully thick cock in her pussy. As his rich voice echoed through the church, she had relived every moment of that morning and had squirmed uncomfortably as she her panty crotch moistened. Then, as the minister had continued the service, Don had looked her way more intently, even winking on one occasion and she had felt that same thrill that she used to get when, at high school, her husband Gary, three years her senior, had acknowledged her amongst her classmates.

Now, as she walked out of the church and looked round her, she couldn't see Don and she felt an acute disappointment. She had become bolder and had hoped at least to speak with him. Then, as she left the church porch, she found him introducing the new minister to the congregation. She realized he was keeping an eye out for her and he immediately beckoned her over.

"Ah, pastor, I'd like you to meet Mrs. Katie Petersen, a close personal friend of my wife and I." He placed his firm hand on Katie's shoulder, squeezing softly. "Katie ... Pastor Nathaniel Miller. Nathaniel is an old friend of mine from way back. In fact, we were at college together. I'm sure you'll join me in welcoming him to Riverside Baptist Church." 

Katie suddenly felt bad, realizing that she had not event noticed the minister throughout the whole service, but she smiled sweetly at the genial, handsome black man, thanked him for the service and told him how overjoyed she was to welcome a friend of Don's.

Nathaniel Miller's smile was comfortably disarming, his handshake warm and firm, lingering more than was conventional. "Pleased to meet you, Katie. "Don's told me a lot about you. I gather you've helped with our youth outreach program?"

"Well, yes...." Katie was a little alarmed at the "told me a lot about you" but dismissed it immediately. No, he wouldn't have said anything to the pastor!

"I was wondering if you wouldn't mind giving me about an hour this morning. I want to sort out new responsibilities and discuss plans. Don, too, of course."

Katie had left the baby with Brenda again but hadn't given her a return time - and, the chance to spend some time with Don really appealed to her.

"Of course, Nathaniel. I'd be happy to."

Katie stood aside while the two men socialized with the remainder of the congregation. She studied them as she stood there and was struck by how they worked as a team. Nathaniel was very much from the same mold as Don - handsome, secure, confident, and in fact very sexy in his mature, easy way. 

Nathaniel was deep in conversation with the last couple left outside the church, so Don wandered over to her. "Hey, sweetie, what do you think of him?"

"Very nice," she smiled. 

"Yeah, we were great friends at college. Did everything together." Don winked at her. "Hung like a horse, too" he added.

"Don! Really!" 

But Don just chuckled softly as Katie flushed. He put an arm round her shoulder and pulled her firmly against his side. 

"Come on, baby ... don't forget that I know how much you like a big cock! I bet you're still sore from the other morning"

"Don!" Katie protested, but loved his confidently naughty approach. It broke down any barriers of self-consciousness that could have made their meeting difficult.

"Well, if you're not, I sure am," he whispered and, glancing around to check no one was looking, he grabbed her hand and pressed it against his right thigh. Katie shivered as she felt the outline of his semi-swollen cock inside his suit. "That sweet pussy ...oh man, I can still feel it squeezing my old fellah."

Before she could do or saying anything more, Nathaniel turned and started to walk towards them. Oh god, did he see?" she wondered but Nathaniel simply smiled widely and placed his hand on her shoulder. "Come on honey, let's go."

They ambled through the trees towards the large white house that the church's minister traditionally occupied. Once inside, Katie couldn't help noticing how different it looked now. Gone were all the rather traditional trappings. Nathaniel's furniture and artifacts were very much bolder and made a real statement of individuality.

"Please get comfortable, guys," Nathaniel said cheerily. "I'll get the coffee."

Katie strolled around the room, admiring Nathaniel's taste while Don lounged back in one of the big chairs, his hand on his crotch, squeezing it with his full hand as he watched her, remembering her abandoned performance in the cinema. God, looking at her now you would never believe it, he mused, an appreciative half-smile on his face.

Nathaniel returned, placing the tray on the coffee table. Don got up and poured them and Nathaniel sat down on the sofa next to Katie, stretching out and turning to her. They discussed various aspects of the town and community as they sipped coffee and then got onto the outreach program, sorting out changes in responsibility and direction. Katie was pleased that Nathaniel's vision was very much the same as hers and knew they would work well together. In fact, Nathaniel revealed that one of the boys that the program had taken under its wing was currently staying with him while he sorted out more permanent accommodation. It was a boy who Katie had taken a particular interest in, who had been kicked out of his parents home when he had revealed that he was bisexual. The fact that he was highly promiscuous hadn't helped either. Nathaniel was keen to help him as, although just eighteen, was still at school.

The conversation was warm and pleasing, particularly as it dawned on Katie that Nathaniel was going to pursue the program in a very positive and determined manner. Therefore, it took her completely off her guard when Nathaniel slid a little closer to her and said, "I hear that you and Don had a very special day earlier this week?"

Katie froze in shock, here eyes widening, staring at him in disbelief. She could only manage a strangled gasp, unable to believe that Don had told the minister such a thing. She looked across at Don and saw that he was still relaxed, a broad grin on his face. "Don...?" 

Sensing her panic, Nathaniel laid his meaty black hand on her shoulder and squeezed it gently. 

"Don't be alarmed, honey. I think it's wonderful. You know, I just wish I could go to places like that." He grinned, watching her expression become even more incredulous. "You know, I might just do it ... it doesn't seem to have harmed Don's standing in the town so I guess the sort of people who go there couldn't care less." He chuckled warmly and put his arm right round her shoulders now but she was still too shocked to say anything.

He whispered in her ear. "Did you think men of the church don't have passions, too? Hell, I've been locked away in conservative old Carterton for too long. I deserve it, don't I?" He winked at her and then looked over at Don who was grinning widely at Katie's amazed expression. "Hey buddy, what say you and Katie introduce me to the cinema next time you go?"

"Sure," Don replied. "What do you say, hon?"

Katie found she was almost laughing in disbelief. "I can't believe this," she almost whispered. "Minutes ago you were preaching a sermon about ..." 

"Brotherly and sisterly love," Nathaniel finished off for her, his arm strengthening its hold on her shoulders. His handsomely face creased into a playful smile and Katy was struck by the softness of his lips and his strong white teeth. His closeness and the strength of his arm around her shoulders added to her feeling of ease with this man, but she was still totally taken aback. 

"Katie, sex is just a manifestation of love, isn't it? There is nothing nasty or shameful about loving one another. It's the opposite, isn't it?"

"I guess," Katie whispered.

Nathaniel's eyes seemed to draw her gaze and he winked and asked softly, "So, did you have a great time down there, honey? Those places can be a real turn-on, can't they?"

Katie didn't know what to say. She was too embarrassed to say what she really felt, that it had awakened her to a whole new world. Even though Riverside was only a small town, she hadn't been prepared the previous evening at the market to encounter the guy who had eaten her out, shopping with his wife and their two little girls. He hadn't seen her but she wondered how many of the guys at the cinema had noticed her around town either before or after Monday. And as she moved along the aisles, she found herself wondering if any of the other men in the store had enjoyed whiling away hours in that place. It had really excited her.

"Oh, she was definitely turned on!" Don confirmed. "I haven't seen a woman so excited for years, Nate. She was an animal!" He chuckled and winked at Katie.

"Don...!" she giggled, blushing visibly.

Don was holding his thick ridge through his trousers and stroked it suggestively. He grinned happily back at her.

"You like that cock, baby?" Nathaniel whispered in her ear. "Mmmmm, I can see that you do by the way you're staring at it!" Katie realized that, as he spoke, his thumb was stroking the upper surface of her breast. "Hey Don, why don't you get it out to remind her."

Don readily obliged, sliding down the zip and reaching inside for it. He tugged it out and Katie involuntarily sucked in her breath. It was the first time she'd actually seen it in full light, and, apart from being struck by the pale skin of the shaft and the gray-blue hue of the exposed head, she was struck afresh by its healthy bulk.

"Look at that big thing, honey," Nathaniel husked, his thumb now teasing her erect nipple trough her blouse. "Just think ... you had that deep inside your pussy."

Katie smiled and nodded. Her embarrassment had slipped away fast, and she responded to the black man, snuggling against his broad chest and savoring his clean smell.

"Mmmmmm, how did that feel, pushing between those swollen wet lips?" he whispered. "Sinking into you ... stretching your beautiful pussy?"

"Wonderful," she breathed huskily, writhing against him at the memory.

"Want to see another one, sweetie?" he husked. He didn't wait for her answer but slid his own zip down easily. He took her hand and placed it on the open fly. She could feel the thick warm ridge and eagerly slipped her hand inside. He wasn't wearing underwear and she grasped the fat organ. It felt warm, the skin silky, and when she stroked it, she could feel the virile gristle beneath as the skin slid over it.

He undid the clip that held the waistband of his pants together and pulled back one of the flaps, so that Katie was able to extricate his dick more easily.

"Oh my God!" she gasped as it emerged. She glanced at Don who was grinning at her. 

"Nice, isn't it baby?" he said, delighted and excited by her look of total appreciation of his friend's black-skinned organ. She just continued to stare at it, amazed that less than an hour after she had been watching the pastor deliver a sermon, here she was holding his gorgeous dick. She stroked downwards so that the foreskin rolled away from the knob and it emerged pink and glistening. A little pearl of precum oozed from the wide pee hole and she smoothed it over the taut, glistening head with her thumb. Nathaniel shuddered with delight at the feeling.

At that point, to Katie's horror, the door from the hall that had been slightly ajar swung open and Mitch Jackson, the kid who was lodging with Nathaniel, walked in. He showed momentary surprise as he took in the sight of the two huge cocks and the fact that Katie was holding Nathaniel's while his hand held her voluptuous breast, his thumb casually caressing her very obviously swollen nipple. A huge grin spread across his face.

"Hey Pastor Miller ... Mr. Jeffries," he said cheerily. "Hello Mrs. Petersen! Sorry for interrupting!"

"Don't be shy, Mitch. Come on in," Don said, patting the sofa beside him.

Katie had been struggling against Nathaniel's arm, trying to sit up and straighten herself, but he had firmly kept her in place. "Don't worry, baby," he whispered in her ear. "Nothing shocks our Mitch."

Mitch sprawled next to Don and looked hungrily at his cock. Don took his hand away invitingly and the boy reached over and grasped it. Katie realized that this wasn't the first time that the boy had held it, his fingers exploring its girth and length. 

"Like that, honey?" Nathaniel asked, his lips touching and kissing her ear.

Katie nodded, a huge warm rush of excitement enveloping her. She knew that this must have been set up and wondered when Nathaniel or Don had informed the boy when he should join them. It was probably Nathaniel when he left to make the coffee. 

She turned her face to Nathaniel's, looking into his dark soulful eyes. He brought his lips down to hers and kissed her, his tongue pushing into her mouth. They kissed long and hard, reacting passionately, groaning softly and moving urgently against one another. Nathaniel's hand moved down from her breast and slid under her skirt, pushing it back up her thighs as he found her panty crotch and hooked the crotch aside. His big black fingers played with the swollen lips and then slid inside. Katie moaned louder and parted her legs wider, giving him better access.

"Oh GOD!" Katie squealed. Don saw that Nathaniel had her panties right off now and both of her gorgeous tits were out of her dress, the nipples fully engorged. He was plunging two of his fingers into her, his forefinger in her cunt and his middle finger in her ass. Katie appeared to be holding onto his rampant black shaft for dear life as she writhed and bucked on the sofa. 

"Jesus!" Mitch gasped to Don. "She's fuckin' hot!"

Don watched, undulating his hips, loving the feel of his own juicy penis driving its way up and down Mitch's grasp 

"Yeah, if we play our cards right, kid, this could be the start of a regular thing for us ... this woman is dynamite!"

"You've fucked her?" Mitch whispered, grinning at the older man.

"Oh yeah!" Don whispered back, winking. "Me and a number of the other guys made her day in the Aphrodite a few days ago."

"Wow!" the boy mouthed, his mind racing as he imagined the scene in the local porn palace. "You oldies sure know how to live!"

Katie was only just aware of the two of them watching her as Nathaniel expertly drove her mad with lust and she was now determined to contribute fully to the morning's entertainment, especially for the young boy. She knew she was destined to be fucked by the kid at some time in the near future and she wanted him to be panting for her cunt when that time came. "Oh fuck yes, Nathaniel," she panted, thrusting her thighs even wider. "Finger fuck me HARD!"

The other two could see the inner pinkness of her gleaming wet cunt as she twisted her body so that she could get at Nathaniel's swaying cock rearing menacingly from his crotch, and as the minister drove her cunt wild with his fingers, she bent his cock to her mouth and licked the knob hungrily.

"Ooooooooh, FUUUUUUCK!" he cried out as she slurped and lapped at his cock head before swallowing it into her mouth and throat. His eyes rolled back in their sockets as he gasped and panted, squirming on the sofa.

Mitch and Don had both stripped naked, and now they walked over to the squirming pair, standing over them to watch. Don moved behind Mitch and slid his thick tool between his thighs. He reached round and grabbed the boy's rock hard tool, stroking it firmly as he slowly slid his own prick back and forth. Nuzzling the boy's neck, he groaned: "Fuck, I wish I had a boy like you."

Mitch turned his head. "You do, Mr. Jeffries - that is if you want me. I'd love you to be my regular "dad" and teach me all you know, things like that" Don felt Mitch squeeze his thighs around on his cock and he turned the boy's face further towards him with his fingertips and kissed him on the lips. Immediately the boy released Don's cock and swiveled in his arms, passionately returning the kiss, He reached down and placed their surging cocks side by side so that they could grind them together.

Katie watched them as Nathaniel reamed her now sodden cunt with his thick black fingers and his beautiful cock distorted her cheeks. She took it out of her mouth and kissed it.

Don spoke softly, caressing Mitch's body lovingly. "Son, you can have a "mom" and "dad", if you want ... and I'm sure Nathaniel would love to be your pastor uncle," How about that ... a whole new family?"

"Oh fuck yeah," Mitch moaned, loving the way that Katie spread her thighs wider to treat him to an even more salacious view of her pussy. Nathaniel was holding the lips apart with his two sticky fingers. "Like your mommy's cunt, do you boy?" asked Nathaniel.

"Oh yes, sir," Mitch groaned.

"Just think, boy. This sweet perfumed slit was squirming against a pew in my church less than an hour ago as she sang hymns so angelically. Now look at it. Reckon her minister has the right to punish her for such naughty behavior?"

Mitch nodded enthusiastically.

"And your Poppa really needs to fuck some lessons into her, too. She exhibited herself disgracefully in the porn cinema. You want to help him teach her, boy?"

"Oh fuck yes, sir!" Mitch moaned.

"Yeah, son," Don joined in. "You, me and Uncle Nat are going to screw your delicious Momma. Make her scream for our big cocks?" Don could feel that both of their dicks pressed between them were leaking precum, sliding wetly against each other, and reached down and gripped Mitch's, his thumb rubbing their combined lubrication over the boy's firm rubbery cock head.

"Oh yeah, Dad!" Mitch moaned, closing his eyes - the visual stimulus was so hot he had to concentrate on not cumming there and then.

Katie was in heaven as she saw how excited the boy was and how much Don and Nathaniel were into the entire bi scene. She struggled out of her position on the sofa and, pulling Nathaniel up with her, she knelt before the two guys, urging the pastor to do the same. Katie took Mitch's rock hard cock from Don and held it at the base, stroking her lips with the precum-lubricated head before ovalling her lips and pressing them over the smooth head. Mitch gasped at the silky feel of her and watched Nathaniel do the same to Don's enormously thick knob, his tongue flicking the drops of precum oozing from the huge hole before his thick lips spread over the head. Then they both slid their mouths over the cocks and swallowed them down as far as they could. Both Don and Mitch groaned with pleasure as the two expert cocksuckers devoured their rampant cocks.

They sucked noisily, slurping on their respective prizes, hungrily devouring them, taking them out to share each with the other, making the standing pair writhe and shudder so much that they had to hold onto one another.




Katie and the Pastor



"Oh, sweet Jesus," Don moaned as his black buddy performed his long-perfected techniques on his tool, bringing back memories of the many occasions in the past when the well hung duo had shared one another as college room mates. But when Nathaniel took Don fully into his throat and still managed to tongue his fat hairy balls, Don realized he had come many stages further since then. He conjured up pictures of his buddy sucking on cock after cock in the various communities he had lived in since then - especially the lumberjack community up in Canada where Nathaniel had served for seven years and from where he had sent so many descriptive letters.

Katie was merciless with the boy, suctioning with her mouth and corkscrewing with her hand while the other one cupped and squeezed his beautifully smooth balls. Don meanwhile was caressing his taut hairless ass cheeks, thrilled by their firmness and the way they tensed with each of Katie's throat punishing strokes. He caressed the deep firm crack with his middle finger, pressing deeper and deeper all the while until his fingertip felt the resilience of the tight pucker, like a little rubber ring, and he pressed against it. 

Mitch yelped with astonishment and pleasure. "Oh SHIT, Daddy, YES! Finger it ... please finger it! Finger fuck me, Dad! he croaked with such desperation and hunger that Nathaniel now removed Don's cock from his mouth and stroked it gently, teasing it as he watched the boy's deliciously abandoned reaction to his buddy's thick finger.

It was almost as if Katie and Don were working in tandem as her mouth sank over Mitch's rigid tool and kept it there just as Don finally broke through the boy's tight ring. He sighed as he felt the softness of the flesh inside while the ring clutched at his knuckle. He wiggled it about, loving the slightly moist warmth inside and now Mitch was sobbing with ecstasy.

"JESUS CHRIST!!! OH FUCK YEAH, DAD! FUCK MY HOLE LIKE THAT! YEAHH!" His knees bent and unbent as he half-resisted, half-encouraged Don's plunging finger. Katie had difficulty maintaining her suctioning hold on his cock but she persisted, sensing his mounting orgasm. His succulent balls, writhing in her hand, were pulling up tightly and she felt the underside of his cock begin to throb. She wanted his cum desperately - fresh, virile boy cum that she hadn't had since her teen years.

"Oh FUCK Dad ... I'm going to cu-u-u-u-m!" Mitch sobbed, clinging to the naked body of the 52-year-old banker. "Oh God, take it, Mommy! Take my cum!" He looked from Katie, her mouth stretched round his cock, her fingers frigging her wet cunt, to his new black uncle who was still kneeling beside them, his hand stretched round Don's thick, veined super cock, pressing it against his face. Nathaniel grinned at him, licking Don's cock head again. The sight this carried Mitch over the top.

"Aaaaaaargh ... oh shiiiiiit!" Katie felt his cock going rigid and then the rapid fire of great gushers of cum blasting against the back of her throat, making her gag and choke. The warm, creamy spurts came and came as the boy convulsed and groaned. Katie moaned too as she found her mouth filling with boy cum and she felt it seeping from the corners of her mouth and running down her chin.

Then, as Mitch stopped shaking, she slowly slid her mouth off his cock and stood up. Taking Don's face in her hands, she kissed him full on the mouth so that he could taste Mitch's delicious liquid.

Nathaniel's voice broke the silence, soft and deep. "Look boy ... look how your new Mom and Dad love your cum." Still holding Don's cock, he leaned across and took Mitch's still leaking organ in his mouth, teasing the head with his tongue. "Mmmmmmm," he moaned approvingly. And the taste of Mitch's cum had an effect on Don, too. He gently pushed Katie back onto the sofa and knelt between her thighs, pushing them apart. Placing his lips over her full mound, he thrust his tongue into her cunt, making her squeal with delight. He worked his tongue round the soft folds, making her writhe ecstatically, her big tits rolling from side to side.

"Oh, baby," Nathaniel growled at Mitch. "She sure wants to be fucked. You want to see your dad fuck your gorgeous mom?"

"Oh fuck, yeah!" Mitch's cock had only softened slightly since his orgasm and he idly stroked it, watching Don suck and lick Katie's beautiful ripe cunt. "Are you gonna fuck her too, Nathaniel? I'd love to see your black cock pounding her pussy." 

Don had heard all this and, winking at them, he knelt up and guided his straining cock at her pussy, pressing the head against the lips. They seemed to kiss the fat cock head as he paused. Katie looked up at him, deep into his eyes. "Oh darling! Push it into me ... I need it!"

"Do you baby?" Don chuckled, moving its fat head against the moist lips suggestively. "Were you dreaming of this in church just now ... your wet cunt aching for it as you watched me?"

"Yes! Oh God, yes, Don! Don't tease me, baby ... please! Fuck me darling!" her face was a picture of lust - desperate, yearning lust. All she could think of was how good it had felt inside her a couple of days ago. 

Don pushed inwards, his buttocks firmly tense and muscular. "Fuck, look at that ass," Nathaniel whispered to Mitch. "Don't you want to fuck that, too?" 

"Fucking sure I would!" Mitch gazed at it longingly and then reached down to trace his forefinger softly up and down the crack. It was warm and hairy and it clenched a little on his fingertip. "Ohhhh, FUCK!" he moaned and knelt down. Parting the cheeks, he licked it with long, passionate sweeps, and he could feel the tightly clenched pucker deep inside. Don was by now firmly embedded in Katie's cunt, enjoying its warmth and softness. He jumped with surprise as the boy's tongue flicked his hole and Katie moaned when his cock flexed in response. She clung to Don's powerful shoulders

"Oh yeah, son," Don growled. "Eat my ass!" He moved his cock gently inside Katie as Mitch tongued him, jabbing at his asshole energetically. "Fuck that hole, boy! Yeah!"

Nathaniel had quickly popped through to the next room to get his video camera and was now recording the scene as he slowly slid his hand on his cock, the knob shining with the precum that lubricated his strokes. 

Mitch removed his face from Don's glistening ass crack. Standing up, he bent his knees and aimed his cock at the primed hole, easily sinking into it until his lightly haired balls pressed against Don's low hangers. As he started to fuck in and out, the experienced older man took up the rhythm and soon they were harmoniously screwing, Mitch's cock plunging in and out in unison with Don's. Katie moaned with pleasure when she realized that, as Don thrust home, the judder through Katie's body was immediately followed by second one as Mitch hit deep bottom with his own cock.

Nathaniel zoomed in on Mitch's face as he bent and craned his neck to kiss Don's cheek. "Oh fuck, Daddy," he gasped into Don's ear, "it feels so good inside your warm ass. I love it."

"Oh yeah, son - I love it, too, feeling my boy fill my ass like that. You like the thought of our baby fucking me, momma?"

"Ohhhh yesss, darling," Katie hissed. She reached up and pulled Don down by his neck to kiss him, a long deep French kiss throughout which Katie grunted each time Don plunged his fat cock deep into her cunt.

Nathaniel stood beside the rutting threesome, his camera in one hand, his cock in the other. It was almost bursting with need, the customary dusty black skin of the shaft now stretched and shiny, the knob taut and shiny purple. He hadn't been this turned on for years and he quietly gave thanks for his luck.

"Oh fuck, Nate, give me that fuckin' wonderful cock to chew on!" Mitch groaned and the black priest edged forward so that the boy could enjoy his proudly offered penis. He loved the way the boy made love to it, caressing it with his lips up and down the length before swallowing the upper inches of the thick piece. 

"That's my boy, Nate growled softly

They couldn't keep such a convoluted coupling up for long and soon Don was juicily fucking Katie and Nate was sprawled on the sofa as Mitch knelt between his thighs, making sweet oral love to his huge thick black shaft.

"Oh fuck, baby." Don was softly moaning into Katie's ear. "Baby, you cunt's so soft ... and warm ... and wet ... but it's also so tight round my cock, baby."

"Any pussy would feel tight around that huge thing," Katie breathed, hardly able to speak – the sensations inside her were so acute. "I can feel that huge head sliding deep in there, darling"

"Oh yesssss!" Don loved wet sucking sound his cock was making. "Deep in your sweet, soft body, my sweet. Making you wet and eager for my daddy cum, eh baby?" Katie nodded. He pulled out until his cock head was just inside her slickly wet lips and then thumped it in, making her squeal. "Making you, mine, my sweet precious!" THUMP ... and she cried out again. THUMP. Her body shuddered> "Making Don your big fuckdaddy, baby." THUMP. "Making you yearn for Daddy's big cock every ... THUMP ... minute of every ... THUMP ... hour of every ... THUMP ... day!"

The expression of pure lust on Katie's face, his view of the handsome young boy sucking his black buddy's huge cock and the build-up of his own passion now made Don increase the pace of his assault on the young housewife's cunt. He squatted on the sofa so that he could push her lovely long legs back over her shoulders, and he screwed the eager, hungry twat from above, moaning loudly, a heavy film of sweat covering his mature but fit body.

"Oh Jesus baby, I'm gonna cum so hard ... SO FUCKING HARD!" 

Mitch stopped slurping on Nathaniel's cock and the two of them watched eagerly, whispering encouragement as Don thrust his cock faster and faster. Nathaniel leaned over and just managed to get his head in between them to kiss the passion-wracked woman. She moaned into his mouth as he ground it against hers, his full lips encompassing her like a huge suction cup, his big tongue playing inside. 

And then she was screaming and he removed it. Her cry pierced the room and the guys all knew she was having a huge orgasm. Don thrust home, his huge balls pressed against her snatch as her abandoned reaction to his cock caused him the freeze and then shoot his warm spunk into her. 

Katie almost passed out as she felt the huge spurts splatter her inner cunt, filling it, overflowing from it and flowing warmly down her ass crack.

"OHHHHHHFUUUUUUUUCK!" Don shouted, his ass clenched as he continued to flood her with his spunk. "JESUS, BABY .... JEEEEEEEZUSSSSSSS!" Nate and Mitch saw him jerk spasmodically, like a wounded animal. Katie clung to him as if her life depended on it, panting and groaning.

And then Don pulled out, his veined cock glistening and dripping, and he nodded to Nathaniel. The black man took his place, lifting Katie's legs over his broad black shoulders and sliding his cock into her gaping, drooling cunt. He sighed as he felt the thick slime of Don's spunk inside, loving the sensation and intimacy of his buddy's semen.

"Want me too, baby?" he whispered softly and Katie gazed at him, nodding, but she seemed to be only half-aware of what was happening. Nathaniel started to fuck her. Don's cum squelched and squished as his shaft moved in and out of her clinging sheath, forming a foaming white collar on her swollen and puffy

Don and Mitch throbbed at the sight of Nate's huge thick ebony shaft stretching Katie's snatch to the absolute limit, his heavy balls gently swinging against her drooling cunt lips, getting wetter and wetter as he pumped Don's cum out of her.

But soon he was building momentum, using the full length of his tool, and Katie was again whimpering and moving against his thrust, making the most of his length and girth.

"Like that, baby?" Nate enquired, his lips pressed against her ear.

"Ohhh yes, Nate," she groaned. "Good ... so damn good!" Her hands clasped his clenched black buttocks, loving their power as he drove in and out of her, the hardness of the muscles. 

Don and Mitch were back sitting on the sofa, both idly stroking their flaccid pricks as they watched the randy pastor screw the sex-craved housewife with pure lust, growling as her cunt clenched on his tool. She was moaning, half-sobbing, her eyes glazed as each thrust made her much smaller body judder and shake each time he drove massively into her. The loud slapping of his body against hers filled the room.

"Oh, sweet Jesus, I'm going to cum," Katie moaned. "I'm gong to cum! Going to CUMMM!" She arched up, her body quivering, and let out an enormous high-pitched scream as her orgasm crept up on her and took over her body. Her tits shook, their engorged aureolae seeming to harden into peaks of hardened flesh surmounted by their big erect nipples.

Nathaniel felt her cunt clench tight on his embedded tool and he left it pressed deep inside her as he felt her juices flood over it. "OHHHHHH, SWEET GOD IN HEAVEN!" he cried out, they saw his ass muscles clench tight, and they realized he was exploding inside her. His body convulsed in time with his huge ejaculations as Katie screamed again.

"Oh, fuck, Nate yes ... fill me...fill me!" Katie sobbed. "Oh God yes, give me that spunk!!! Her fingers dug into the muscles of his ass, holding him in her. He spasmed repeatedly as his last shots poured into her. The guys could see the spunk leaking from her, down between her ass crack and soaking the sofa.

And, as the clamor that had so recently filled the room died away, as Nate lay on top of Katie, his cock soaking in her swollen-lipped cunt, all that could be heard was the ticking of the grandfather hall and the panting of the four debauched occupants of the new pastor's house.



Katie and the Professor



Katie was about to start her second year at university and, if it was to be anything like the first, it was set to be amazing. She had loved her university experience so far; the freedom, the parties and even the work; she really enjoyed her course. She had also met some fantastic people and friends she knew she would keep for life. All in all, it had been an amazing year. 

Except for one thing. She was totally enamoured with her professor. 

His name was Dean and he was just over 6 ft tall, and had dark hair and deep green eyes. He had been her politics professor all year and every week she wanted him more and more. He was so intelligent, and handsome; he was also funny and somewhat acerbic but she could tell he was also a very kind man, with a great deal of depth he kept to himself. She also knew that he liked her; they often had heated political discussions and traded barbs, and whilst he would often tease her he didn't hold back in expressing how impressed he was with her work. Occasionally when Katie made a remark which was particularly pertinent or insightful, his gaze would linger over her for longer than usual as if he was reassessing her, almost as if she was maturing in his eyes. 

She made sure that she looked her best for her seminars, and each week she would dress more and more provocatively in the hope of directing his attention towards something other than her work. Having said that, she worked harder for his class than any other. She was constantly seeking his approval, desiring always to please him. 

But the end of the year came around eventually and, aside from a bit of occasional flirting outside of class, Katie had gotten nowhere with her professor. 

This year would be different.

She was writing her undergraduate dissertation in politics and had chosen Dean as her supervisor; he had willingly accepted and she had spent the whole summer killing herself reading and making notes on all the books he had recommended her. Today was her first meeting with Dean after the summer and she was going to make sure she did everything in her power to elevate his esteem for her. 

She showered, shaving everywhere – "Just in case" she thought – and applied make up which highlighted without masking her beautiful natural features. She was relatively tall, about 5"7', and slim but with an hourglass figure and perky 32D breasts; she had broad shoulders, and even broader hips and a small waist in between as well as gorgeous, long, brown legs. Her complexion was Mediterranean and she had light olive skin, as well as rich chocolate brown hair. However it was her face that was the most remarkable thing about her; she had full, red lips which often formed a sultry little pout, a small nose, full red cheeks and the most amazing deep green and yellow eyes around which fluttered long, deep black eyelashes. Drying her hair, she picked out a dress which would leave little to the imagination; she was done playing around, she absolutely had to have him and to do that he had to see her as a woman, an object of desire, not a little girl. She put on a lacy black bra which pushed her breasts up just the right amount, and a little black thong to match; on top she wore a tight red dress which showed off her natural curves beautifully; it finished a few inches above the knee and the neckline plunged low enough to show hints of the black lace of her bra. She put on some sensible black heels which nevertheless showed off her long legs and bum beautifully, grabbed her bag and notepad and left the house she would be renting with her friends for the next year.

Walking towards Dean's office she felt confident and sexy; she may only have been 20 years old but she was mature for her age and couldn't stand the young boys from whom she received so much attention wherever she went. She needed a man. A man who could handle her; a man who could control her. 

She knocked on the solid oak door to Dean's office and after a few excruciating seconds heard his soft, but deep voice say "Come in, Katie"

She opened the door and walked in to see him sitting at his desk grading some papers; he didn't acknowledge her for a few minutes until he looked up and was visibly taken aback. She couldn't tell if the look on his face betrayed shock or excitement; she prayed it was the latter.

"Take a seat Katie," he said in his melodic Irish accent, motioning to the chair in front of his desk "let's see what you've been working on over the summer."

Katie smiled and sat down elegantly, leaning over as she did so to give the professor a good look down her top. He breathed in heavily and shifted in his chair.

She proceeded to explain all the work she had done over summer and some of the ideas she had had for her dissertation, keeping her eyes locked on his and ensuring that she was poised so as to maximise his view of her womanly physique. 

"That sounds fabulous; I'm very excited to work on this with you."

"Me too" Katie replied suggestively, looking up at Dean from under her dark lashes and biting her lip.

He looked down at her, attempting to deduce what she really meant and assessing her motivations. 

"You seem to have grown up over summer. There's something different about you..." His eyes roamed over her body.

"I'm glad you noticed" She purred.

"Can I put this change down to the presence of a new man in your life?" He smiled sardonically as he said this.

"I'm not seeing anyone if that's what you mean" She hesitated, was she really going to do this? "But there's definitely at least one man I'm determined to win over." As she said this, their eyes locked. His hard stare seemed to penetrate her to her very core and she averted her eyes, biting her lip.

He stood up and walked around the desk so he was standing behind her, putting his hands on her shoulders. He knelt slightly so that his lips were next to her ear. She could hear his heavy breathing and she shivered whilst she felt her arousal mount. 

"Well whoever he is, he's a lucky man" He whispered. Then he started to caress her ear with his tongue and bit down on her earlobe.

Katie let out a moan "oh Dean" and placed her hand firmly on his which were still pressing down on her shoulders.

He spun the chair around and stared her coldly in the eyes. 

"Get up." He commanded. She did so without hesitation.

He pushed her into the centre of the room and took her seat. "Now strip. I know you chose that outfit today to try and tempt me, and it worked, congratulations. But I'm not entirely sure you fully understand what you've let yourself in for my dear."

There was a look in his eyes which made Katie nervous, even as it send sparks of electricity to places which hadn't been touched in months. She slowly took off her dress, and stood in front of him wearing nothing but her heels and matching underwear.

"All of it"

She complied and looked down at the floor whilst he assessed her naked, exposed body.

"Come." She walked over to him, feeling the blood rush to her cheeks... and to other places.

He grabbed her by the hips to pull her between his legs, letting his hands roam all over her soft, naked body. He started to stroke the inside of her thighs, making circular motions with his soft fingers, moving them higher and higher up her leg until they were inches from her now soaking pussy. He lightly brushed her clit and she moaned loudly.

*Thwack*

He slapped her hard across the face and she looked at him, shocked, but incredibly turned on.

"You will not make any noise unless you are told to do so. Do you understand?"

"Perfectly"

*Thwack*

He slapped her again.

"You will address me as 'Sir' from now on. And you will do exactly as I say, or I will make you feel pain you cannot even imagine."

"Yes sir. I'm sorry, sir"

"Look at me." She looked him in the eyes and as she did so, he plunged a finger deep into her wet and aching pussy. She wanted to cry out and moan in pleasure, but she suppressed it, looking at Dean pleadingly as he roughly moved his finger around inside of her.

"What do you want, slut?"

"Please sir, may I break my silence?"

"Why, slut?"

"Because with the way you are touching me, sir, I don't think I can help but cry out in pleasure."

"Very well" He said dismissively "You may moan, but quietly. And if I ask you something you are to respond. Understood?"

"Yes, sir"

"Good girl" He said, his finger still inside her and his other hand now sliding softly through her hair.

Suddenly he grabbed a chunk of her hair and pulled her to her knees. He looked down at her menacingly as he undid his trousers and pulled out his cock, stroking it along her cheek before forcing it into her mouth and down her throat. She choked a little and her eyes began to stream as he forced himself further into her mouth; still, she forced herself not to make any noise. Dean continued to look down at her with a mixture of desire and disdain as he grew harder and harder in her mouth. Suddenly, he withdrew and got out of his seat, pushing her hard by the shoulders and sending her flying onto the floor in the process. He grabbed her by the hair again and pulled her up until she was standing, looking up at him. The make up around her eyes was smudged from the tears and her cheeks were raw from the slaps.

"You don't look so dignified now, do you?" He asked her with a cruel smile.

"No, sir" she whimpered.

He lent down and whispered in her ear "And I bet you don't feel it either, do you?"

He pulled her head back until she was looking directly up at him; his eyes bored into her with a desire that she had never witnessed before; he had such a raw, masculine power. He released her hair and walked over to his desk, brushing a few of the books on top to the floor. 

"Come." He ordered.

She complied. When she was within his reach, he grabbed her by the wrist and twisted her arm around, wrenching it up behind her and forcing her down onto the table. She let out a moan of pain. 

*Thwack*

He slapped her hard across her exposed bum, and she felt tears of pain prickle her eyes.

"Silence unless I tell you to speak, remember my little slut."

"Yes sir, sorry sir" she struggled to get the words out amidst the aching pleasure and the sharp pain.

With one hand holding down her twisted arm, he used the other to begin tracing circles slowly up her leg; she was dying for him to reach the top of the inside of her thigh. The mixture of the pleasure and the pain, accompanied with the feeling of being forced were sending her over the edge. His delicate fingers finally reached her clit and she stifled the moan which was desperate to escape her lungs. 

"Do you want to break your silence again, slut?"

"Yes sir, I do, very much, sir." 

"Very well, but for every second you moan now, I will spank you once later." 

It was a terribly cruel move; he knew that allowing her to moan would increase her pleasure now, but she would also be setting herself up for more pain in the future. The deal also threw into relief what she already knew but had been unwilling to admit to herself up until this point; she didn't have to let him do this to her – if she didn't want to be hit, she didn't have to make a sound – but not only was she desperate to cum now, the thought of him hitting her later didn't scare her as much as it excited her. This revelation was very worrying for Katie, so she pushed it to the back of her mind.

Dean slid his fingers to Katie's wet pussy and moistened his fingers with her juices; he then removed his hand and shoved his fingers down her throat, forcing her to taste her own arousal. Then he continued massaging her clit with his now very wet fingers; Katie let out an irrepressible moan. 

"That's one, my darling." She could hear the cruel laughter in his voice.

All of a sudden he let go of the arm he was holding behind her back and she heard him reach into his drawer. She felt what seemed like a thick rope being tied around her wrists; she presumed the ends were then tied to something else because she was now firmly secured to the table and couldn't move the top half of her body at all. A few seconds later she felt the head of his cock poking into her now soaking opening. He teased her like that for a few seconds until she was ready to explode with desire; she let out another moan.

"Two." He said, more firmly this time, clearly slightly preoccupied with his own pleasure.

He quickly thrust himself into her and she cried out in pleasure and pain; he was big and she felt herself being stretched and filled completely. She dug her nails into her own skin as he fucked her harder and harder, thrusting his cock in and out of her causing her to let out noises she had never heard herself make before. He grabbed her by the neck and began lightly choking her, cutting off the blood to her head. He started shouting at her.

"You like that, don't you, you fucking whore?"

She tried to speak, but couldn't get the words out.

"Answer me!" He said increasing his grip.

"I... I..." She tried again, but the lack of air she was getting accompanied by her swiftly mounting pleasure made it very hard. She felt her orgasm creeping up on her, and his curses faded out of earshot; waves of pleasure rolled through her until they crescendoed, sending her tumbling over the edge. The rest of the world fell away and she moaned and convulsed, experiencing the most intense orgasm of her life. Distantly, as her pleasure subsided, she felt Dean moan and shoot his cum into her; then he collapsed on top of her, their sweaty bodies melting into one on top of Dean's old oak desk. 

He got up, pulled up his trousers and untied her, fetching her a tissue from one of his drawers. She turned away from him, cleaned herself up and went to collect her clothes from the floor; she felt a strange mixture of residual pain, shame and total satiation. As she put on her underwear he grabbed her wrist and spun her around to face him. 

His eyes had softened; he looked somewhat sad, perhaps ashamed, and definitely concerned. 

"I'm sorry Katie... I don't know what to say. I've been fantasising about doing that to you for months... I just lost control. I don't want you to think I don't respect or care about you, because I do, very much." He looked into her eyes, sadly but sincerely and she was taken aback.

She had been obsessed with her professor since they first met, both sexually and romantically. She had always thought somewhere in the back of her mind that she could tempt him into sleeping with her, but she had never believed he could ever care about her, she had trouble believing any man could really care about her. Whilst she knew she was very lucky to look the way she did, she was also aware that in many ways it was a curse; whilst it was easy for her to get men into bed, they were only interested in her for her looks and quickly lost interest, never bothering to figure out what lay underneath. Eventually, after a great many such experiences, she came to believe that she was only really valuable for the way she looked; and no one falls in love with a two-dimensional object, no matter how pretty it is. 

For a few moments she was lost for words; then it clicked.

"Don't worry, you don't have to feel guilty, you didn't hurt me too badly. And I'm not going to tell anyone if that's what you're worried about."

Now it was Dean's turn to be surprised; he had seen the confusion, and even vulnerability, in her eyes before when he had said he cared about her, but that had dissipated within a few seconds as she rebuilt the internal walls he had seen crumble before his eyes when he had first kissed her. He desperately wanted to get back that vulnerability, that naiveté that he knew was hidden within her; seeing her before him, totally defenceless had aroused in him feelings of desire, yes, but he had also felt a deep fondness for her, and a desire to keep her safe and protected. 

He pulled her into his arms and gently stroked her cheek with his thumb, cupping her chin and tilting her head up so their eyes were locked together. 

"There is no need to be defensive with me, Katie; you are mine now and I intend to look after you, not hurt you. But you have to trust me completely, and you have to give yourself to me willingly, not just sexually, but emotionally too; if you don't feel able to do that for me then we can end this now."

He could see the battle being waged inside her; she was desperate to trust him, but it went against everything she had forced herself to learn. 

"I'll have to think about it..." She said hesitantly.

"You have three days."

He turned and sat back down at his desk. Katie, sensing this as her que to leave, got dressed and quietly stepped out of the room.