64 comments/ 909185 views/ 807 favorites What Have I Done By: bingabangaloo Author's Note - This story contains nonconsenual inter-family sex. My wife and I married at a young age and had little money while our children were growing up. While we lived in a modest, suburban area, we could not afford luxuries such as vacations and extravagancies. We felt pangs of regret each time we heard our friends discussing their camping trips and ventures to Disneyland, and vowed to try and save more money to do nice things with our family. This is harder than it seems: both of our children had essentially grown up by the time we were able to afford a luxury vacation for the four of us. Our son, Mitchell, was 22 and about to start a graduate program. Our daughter, Gabrielle, was 19 and about to start her second year of college. We sprung the trip on them in April, asking them to each bring a friend as we traveled across the country, staying in hotels and relaxing for two weeks. Mitchell brought his friend Tom, whereas Gabrielle opted not to bring a friend. The five of us piled into our SUV and started travelling west. I won't bore you with the details of our stops – we all know why you're reading this story. I can cut to the chase: The first evening, the hotel we had reserved failed to meet our reservation obligations: we had reserved three rooms (one for my wife and I, one for Gabrielle, and one for Mitchell and Tom). As my wife and I had a King bed and Mitchell and Tom had two queens, it was decided that Gabrielle would stay in bed with Mitchell (much to their protest). The hotel promised that another room would be available the next night. We were here for four days and decided to battle through an uncomfortable evening. We had a delicious dinner that evening, and I drank a lot of wine and tuckered out early. When I poked my head in the adjoining suite that was shared by my children and Tom, they were all lying around and watching tv. I said goodnight and went to bed. A few hours later I woke up, shivering. I pulled the blankets over me and tried to get back to sleep, when I started hearing the rhythmic thumps of a bed knocking against a wall. I froze and listened closely. I was pretty sure that I was hearing soft moans and grunts. A rage brewed inside me as I got up and pulled open the adjoining door to the kids' suite. I froze again. There, was my son Mitchell, buried in the covers with headphones in his ears, snoring as his sister, my daughter, lay spread eagle on the bed in a white lace teddy and garter belt getting fucked by his friend. From the doorway, I had a clear view of him slamming in and out of her as his tongue grazed her nipples. She was arching her back and opening her mouth in a silent scream as her blonde hair flailed about from the force of their joining. I stood there, shocked, appalled, disgusted and angry watching this assault on my daughter. Not to say she wasn't willing, she appeared to be enjoying herself. Finally, I got my bearings and grabbed Tom by the nape of his neck and pulled him off of my daughter. He raised his hands in a surrendered position as my daughter, embarrassed and furious, tried to cover her body from her father. "Get up." I said. Angry as she was, she could not argue. As I pulled her into our room, I saw her turn back and give an apologetic look to Tom. I closed the door and locked it and led her to my wife and my bed. "Get in," I whispered. "You're sleeping between your mother and me tonight." "Dad-" she whispered back, but I interrupted: "No arguments. Get in bed right now." "Can't I change?" She was still wearing her lace white teddy and garter belt. I looked down to see her shaved pubic mound fully exposed, and her hard nipples poking out over the tops of the lace. I felt a twitch in my groin. Disgusted and embarrassed with myself though I was, I didn't want her to take her time changing and sneak back into Tom if I happened to fall asleep. "Get in the bed." She did as she was told. My wife, Sandra, was still snoring lightly, completely oblivious to the scene. I got in bed after my daughter and pulled the blankets over both of us so that she would have to disrupt them to get out of bed. I turned toward her on my side so that the slightest movement would wake me up. She was lying on her back, breathing heavily, probably due to the frustration of being interrupted in the middle of getting fucked. I lay there quietly, replaying the scene over and over. Had I overreacted? She's an adult, yes. But what the hell was she wearing that for? My imagination drifted to her lace getup as she lay with her legs open with Tom between. As I thought about Tom pushing himself into my daughter, I started to get an erection. I tried to push it all out of my mind, but her nipples and shaved mound kept swimming before my closed eyes. The more I tried to concentrate on something else, the more I focused on the way my daughter's tits looked in the white lace. Before long, I was rock hard. I opened my eyes and looked at her, lying peacefully, sleeping. I slowly moved my hand and pulled the blanket down a bit. Her beautiful nipples poked out again for me to see. I inched closer to her and pressed my boxer clad cock into her hip and ground in a circular motion. I waited to see how she'd react: nothing. I ground my dick into her hip again. Nothing. At this point, I was aching. I moved my hand across her body, under the blanket and grabbed onto her right hip with my hand as I pushed into the left hip with my cock. Still nothing. I moved my hand from her hip and slid it across her abdomen. I rubbed for a second before tracing to her pubic mound and down the slit of her entrance. It was still wet from her session with Tom. As I traced my finger down her slit, she moved and her eyes snapped open. "Dad. What the fuck are you doing?" she whispered. "Shh," I whispered. "Don't wake your mother." "Dad, that's sick. Stop it." "Shh," I whispered again. "Just let me do this for a second and I won't tell your mother what happened with Tom." I couldn't believe what I was saying, but she stopped arguing and lay back. I traced her slit and rolled her clit between my two fingers before I felt her hand pushing me away. "No," she whispered. "Come on," I inched closer and closer to her until my lips were less than an inch away from her breasts. I flicked my tongue over one of her nipples as I lightly tickled her clitoris and ground my dick into her side. When she tried to push my head away from her breasts, I rolled on top of her. I forced her legs open with my knees and flattened myself so that my boxer clad cock base was pushed up against her slit. I ground into her and moved in a figure eight motion. I heard her exhale strongly then felt her bring her hands to my chest as she tried to push me away. "Gabrielle," I whispered, "I'm not going to do anything bad. I won't take my boxers off - I just want to rub it on you for a minute." "Can't you just go in the bathroom and take care of yourself?" "It'll just be for a minute, honey." "Please," she responded. But that was all. I continued to hump on her in a grinding, circular motion until I needed a bit more stimulation. I started pulling my hips back and pushing into her. I reached up and grabbed one of her tits with my hand and squeezed. I watched her bite her lower lip, looking at me apprehensively as I leaned in and took it into my mouth, still slowly bucking away at her. "How much longer?" she asked after a bit. "Just a bit," I whispered into her ear. I watched my hot breath bring goosebumps across her chest as I breathed into her neck. I pressed my pelvis into her hard and felt my cock head break free of the confines of my boxers. My naked cock was now poking out of the flap of my boxers. I slid up and down her slit, making sure that the head of my cock made contact with her clitoris. "Dad, it came out of your boxers." "I don't think so, honey," I lied. "Dad," she said warningly. "It's okay," I said. "I'm not going to put it in you, I'll just rub it along the outside." She sighed angrily, but stopped protesting. I rubbed my cock head on her clit some more, back and forth and heard her breathing become more rapid. Soon, her slit became relubricated with her juices as I stimulated her clitoris. When I pulled my hips back and pressed them forward, I felt my cock head connect with a snug, wet hole. I stopped, frozen with my cock head pressed against my daughter's opening. Her eyes widened. "No. No –no- no- no- no." she pleaded, and looked into my eyes. I left my cock head resting against her hole for what felt like three minutes, just staring into her eyes. Her blonde hair flayed against the pillows, tits poking out from under the lace, shaking her head warningly. I looked down between our legs and the force of my movement pressed the head in by just an inch. The tip of my cock head was inside of my daughter's pussy. The sight was almost enough to make me come right then. I looked back into her eyes and slowly pressed into her until half of my cock was inside her. She gasped and pushed against my chest. I pushed more and more, very slowly, until my cock was buried inside of her to the hilt and my balls were resting on her skin. I stared into her shocked and disgusted eyes for two minutes before I began to rock. I wrapped my arms behind her, cradling her ass cheeks and ground into her. She gasped again. It felt so good inside my daughter's cunt, I couldn't blame Tom for wanting it anymore. I slowly pulled out, before sliding home again. My daughter began to grunt softly as I slowly slid my dick in and out of her. I reached between us and grazed her clit with my fingers again and saw her mouth contort into the same silent scream I saw her grant Tom. I continued to slowly and carefully fuck my daughter for several minutes. Every few minutes I would stop with my cock completely filling her and lay still to check that my wife was still sleeping. At one point as I lay still on top of her, I felt her start to slowly buck her hips underneath me. Willing myself to believe that she actually wanted this, rather than being a stimulated body response, I continued to lie still to see what she would do. She continued to push her hips forward, grinding into me. Her hard nipples rubbed against my chest when she arched her back. Again, I looked into her eyes and saw shame, mixed with concentrated lust. I bent down and licked her lips. All of a sudden, I felt her hands on my hips. She began to push them away and then pull them back. I heard her moan as she pushed my hips back until my dick was nearly pulled out of her tight hole, then slowly she pulled me back in until she was full again. She continued to do this for several minutes, her pressure and moaning becoming quicker and more intense with each thrust. I looked over at my wife, checked that she was still sleeping, and licked my daughter's lips again. I felt her legs clamp down on my back as she brought my cock into her with more force. There was no way around it: my daughter was fucking me back. Her head began to roll from side to side and her eyes went into the back of her head. "Ooh, ah, ssss, ahh," she repeatedly whispered as I retook control and started pushing in and out of her again. I plunged and plunged, feeling our slick bodies slide against each other until I felt her freeze. She bit her lower lip and squealed, holding me tight to her. I put my hands on her hips and pushed down on them as I continued to pull my cock nearly all the way out and then slide it back in. I closed my eyes and willed myself to slow down as I did not want this feeling to end. I stopped again and lied still on top of her. She whimpered and began to buck her hips at me again. I sucked on her nipple as I pressed my thumb and forefinger on both sides of her clit. I began to pinch my fingers together, squeezing her clit. Suddenly, I felt her pussy contracting on my cock, milking my cock for all I could give. I looked into her eyes again and saw her face filled with passion and lust, and I kissed her full on the mouth as she bucked and writhed on my impaling cock. I thought about my daughter orgasming on my cock, and I began to feel a warm tingling in my testicles. As her orgasm subsided, my daughter seemed to catch her bearings and immediately tried to push me off of her. "Dad, please. You said you wouldn't put it in me. Please stop." "Shh," I whispered, and rammed into her hard. She gasped again as the bed frame smacked against the wall. Fuck, I thought. In one swift motion, I turned onto my side pulling my daughter with me, and draped her right leg over my left, keeping my cock half-buried in her. Sandra sat up and said "What is it? What happened?" Gabrielle, who had been struggling and writhing against me, froze at the sound of her mother's voice. "It's okay, honey. I think Gabby was having a nightmare. " I wrapped my arms around Gabrielle's back and pushed her down on my cock again. "It's okay, sweetie." I said soothingly, my cock fully filling her again. "Poor baby," Sandra said. "Why aren't you sleeping in the other room?" Gabrielle didn't respond. I pulled my cock out by a couple of inches and said "Honey, you know how boys are. Loud and obnoxious. She couldn't sleep so I told her she could sleep with us." My wife turned her back on us again and said, "I'm so sorry it worked out this way, honey. You should have your own room tomorrow." I pushed into Gabrielle again, slowly fucking her as my wife lay beside us, completely unaware. I continued to slowly push her up and down on my cock until the deep breaths from the other side of the bed told me Sandra was sleeping again. I grabbed hold of Gabrielle's hips again and pressed down, grinding my pubic hair into her clit. I pressed my face between her breasts and licked the skin covering her sternum, all the while pushing and pulling her back and forth on my dick. Her breathing became rapid again and I felt her hips buck independently of my force once more. Again, she was controlling her movement on my cock, rocking back and forth and arching her back. I continued to lick on her breasts while she ground herself into me, whimpering and gasping as I sucked at her tits. I felt her fingertips touch my head and she pushed my head farther into her chest. I bit down on her fleshy mound as I felt her contract on my cock again, in the midst of her second orgasm. I felt her fingernails dig into my scalp as she grunted and I felt my own release coming on. Once again, Gabrielle regrouped and tried to force me off of her. She could tell by the look in my eyes that I was about to come. "Please don't come in me," she whispered over and over. Still laying on our sides, I grabbed onto her and fucked her as fast and hard as I could without waking my wife again. "Dad, please don't come in me," she said again, gasping for air at the force of my cock going in and out of her. I had every intention of pulling out of her at one point, but feeling the breath of her gasps on my ear made me lose control. I held on to her hips as I railed into her – the warm tingling in my balls came back full force and I started to come. I groaned and grunted as I pushed into her, imagining my sperm hitting the back of her cervix as she gasped again. I held her in my arms until our breathing returned to normal. As I calmed down, I looked into my daughter's eyes, ashamed and embarrassed of what I had made her do. I kissed her on the lips and thanked her, as I turned away and fell asleep, not knowing what would happen the following day. What Have I Done? "I'm not going to let you suck his cock!" I screamed and instantly felt bad about blowing up on Lindsay. She was a sweet girl, usually very prim and proper, and we had been going out for almost a year now. "I don't need the promotion that badly." My voice was less than convincing. I looked around at our meager apartment and our few possessions. She flashed her bright smile and slid the blond hair that was in her bleu eyes around her ears. Her smile always pulled at my heart and there was no way I could fight its warm tug. I pulled her against me, feeling her soft breasts against my chest. Our lips met in a gentle embrace. "I know. I'm sorry for even suggesting it." She began, her head resting on my chest. "It's just sometimes I get so desperate. We're barely scraping by as it is. I know it's wrong, but maybe one sin can bring about a better future for the both of us." She was of course referring to my boss. An elderly pervert who only gave out promotions to the full-breasted women I worked with. Mr. Ed Creely was his name. I had to admit that she was right of course, and her offer was tempting. But, how could I watch her being used by an old man she never knew? More to the point would she be able to satisfy his lust? Lindsay was good-looking, attractive in a natural way, but she wasn't very experienced sexually. We had grown up together and I was her first boyfriend. We had stumbled our way through first and second base during our relatively short romantic relationship. I never really wanted to push her past her limits for fear of scaring her away. Yet here she was standing in front of me, putting her body on the line for a small pay raise. She was built petite, 5'6, maybe just over a hundred pounds, long blond hair and blue eyes with perky round breasts that fit wonderfully inside my palms. Her greatest asset was in fact her amazingly shaped little ass that perfectly filled out a pair of tight jeans. "You're right." I said at last, not really sure what to say. Not even sure if I meant it. The thought of my aged old boss, somewhere in his mid-forties using my twenty-year-old girlfriend as a fuck toy was suddenly extremely erotic. With a nervous laugh I joked, "You weren't serious... I mean about giving him a blow job... were you?" I had to see if she would actually give into my newest dark desire. She too laughed nervously and I could see her cheeks turning a pinkish red. "Well... sure I suppose so if you wanted me to I would do it. What's one blow job compared to a better future?" I loved how self-sacrificing, and even naïve she could be. To find a woman like that was a rare gift. I couldn't believe how genuine and sincere she was. Deep down there was a part of me that wanted to destroy her innocence, to watch her give in to passion, to ... to.... My cheeks grew into a fake embarrassed grin, "Really?" I said, acting as best I could, "I mean, what if he wanted more?" Lindsay shivered with what I could only assume was surprise. "You know that I would do anything for you if I thought that it could better our life." The sweetest smile burned into my evil heart. "Well let's hope it doesn't come to that." I lied. "I wont force you to do anything, though he'll be here any minute either way." I watched Lindsay disappear into our room hopefully to change into something sexy. With her out of the room I sat back on my couch, taking a deep breath, not knowing what to expect. I couldn't ignore a dark desire to watch her with an older man, but at the same time I didn't want to scare her away from sex all together before I had my chance. Even as I lay back gently rubbing my soft cock, imagining this newest fantasy, there came a loud knock on the door. I leapt to my feet. Expecting my boss's stern face to be glaring back at me once I opened the door I was shocked to find my grandfather and cousin on the other side. "Hhheeeyyy there little buddy!" My cousin Eric said, roughly punching me in the shoulder and gut. Before I could react both older men invited themselves inside. "I told you he'd be here." He said to my grandfather. Eric was nearly five years my senior, mid-twenties, a football player in his younger years and professionally unemployed now as far as I knew. He had that whole jock look that nerds like I could only dream of attaining. "Don't you listen to your phone messages?" Asked my grandfather who was pushing seventy years old. He wore old man pants, too small slacks, which struggled to hold in his creeping beer belly. He looked young for his age, sure, but he was still old. Thick glasses sat atop his bulbous nose and the missing hair on his head seemed to be escaping through his ears and nostrils. I gave him a firm handshake and he pulled me into an uncomfortable hug. "What are you guys doing here? I haven't seen you since Christmas." I was sure they could sense the nervousness coursing through my body from the tone of my voice. I had to admit that this meeting was not on the top of my list of things to do even at the best of times. From the moment they stepped through that door I thought only of Lindsay and my shattered dreams of watching her with my boss. "We were in the neighborhood and thought we'd catch up with our favorite young relation." Eric said from the kitchen, helping himself to a beer. "What he means is he lost all of our money at a strip club last night and we need a place to crash for a little while." My grandfather corrected. "I assume that couch folds out?" "You guys can't stay here! I have my boss coming over any minute now and you'll ruin everything!" My desperate plea was lost on the two other men who took up residence in my small living room. "Would you relax, you make it sound like a hot date or something." Said Eric, now sitting beside me on the couch. As if on cue Lindsay stepped into the room. There she stood wearing a tiny black skirt that was cut dangerously high on her thigh. The last time I saw her wear anything that risky was Halloween, the same skirt from her little devil costume. She also wore a tight red halter that tied around her smooth neck. Her shoulders and back were mostly bare, her hair was tied up in a long blond pony tail. I saw my cousin and grandfather looking with aw at my catholic schoolgirl in slut's clothing. What happened next took me by complete surprise! As I sat there, stunned beyond intelligent vocalization, Lindsay closed the gap between us and curled up on my grandfather's lap. "You must be Mr. Creely." She said in a soft seductive tone. She was so small, sitting there like a sexy cat. My jaw hit the floor. How could I ever explain this to my relatives? Word would spread through my family about the sick way I use my girlfriends to get ahead in life. I vaguely remember trying to tell her that this was in fact my grandfather, not my sex-crazed employer, but Eric covered my mouth with a big sweaty hand. I half expected my grandfather to throw her off him, and go over the immorality of sexuality. But then I guess I didn't know my grandfather as well as I thought. Frank, my grandfather nodded with a satisfied looking grin playing about his lips. I watched in horror as his hands slowly rubbed her hips and ass, growing more intense every second. Lindsay began to respond, thinking this was her chance to earn me the raise we had been waiting for. I could see by the way her body was tensing up that she was uncomfortable, but she continued to do as she thought I expected – smiling, giggling and softly returning my grandfather's kisses. Eric was nearly in hysterics, unable to believe what was going on. I could tell the pair were making small talk, but to me their mouths moved without a sound. My mind raced with thoughts of embarrassing family reunions. What would they think of me once they found out about my personal life? At the same time I was torn between extreme jealousy and a morbid fascination, mixed with a heavy dose of erotic lust. Every so often Lindsay's innocent blue eyes would lock with mine as if to seek reassurance and I assume the lust she saw there was all the encouragement she needed. She continued her make out session with my grandfather, and I could see he was offering no resistance. Frank's tongue danced around hers even as his grandsons watched on. My grandfather's wrinkled hands slid under Lindsay's short skirt, cupping her bare curves. The view he afforded us with his groping showed unmistakably the black thong panties my girlfriend wore. Every few minutes Lindsay would pull away, or try to slow his mounting assault but Frank always pulled her back for more and I watched as her resistance dissipated by his experienced hands. From the corner of my eye I watched Eric open his jeans and force a hand inside to stroke the erection he made no effort to hide. Only then did I notice the firmness straining against my pants. I was enraged with my grandfather for doing this while at the same time experiencing an incredible voyeuristic pleasure all at once. When at last I looked up again I saw Frank had rolled my girlfriend's red halter up over her round breasts and was sucking on a pink nipple. By this point Lindsay was squirming with pleasure, and I could faintly hear the soft moans escaping her parted lips. Her head tilted back as her back arched in Franks hands. "Fucking awesome, man!" Eric whispered in my ear as though I had planned the entire affair. It occurred to me that at any moment my real boss could arrive to witness this sick, borderline incestuous mating ritual taking place. Enough was enough, I reached out to pull away my grandfather's greedy old hands only to have Eric pull me back to the couch. "Relax!" He commanded, pointing to Frank's crotch where he had loosed his wrinkly old cock. I wasn't sure if Lindsay had seen it yet, but her fingers were quickly being wrapped around his thick manhood. I was amazed at how hard and wide he could become for a man his age. "That's it, girl." He coaxed in a husky voice. I could see Lindsay was amazed as well, her hand struggled to wrap around the entire girth. She was tense, that much I could see, but at the same time her cheeks flushed a bright red, and her nipples stood erect. I knew she was having the time of her life. Frank gently coerced her hand up and down, up and down until she got into a rhythm of her own. Then, his thumbs hooked the inside of her black thong and began sliding the thin material down the length of her long, smooth legs. In a way I could never hope to accomplish my grandfather masterfully manipulated my girlfriend to satisfy his primal urges. Despite her initial hesitation Frank allowed two thick fingers to delve inside Lindsay's exposed pussy. Amazingly, each time his fingers came up for air they were more and more wet with her passion. Her pink lips were puffy, so I knew she was extremely aroused by my grandfather's actions. I briefly looked over at Eric to see him openly stroking his long cock. His eyes were glued on my tiny girlfriend like a hungry pack animal. I realized then that I was the only one not physically taking pleasure by this perverse act. It was too late to go back now. If I told her that this was in fact Frank, my grandfather, not Ed Creely my boss she would be beyond pissed at me. What was I to do except continue the act? I made as though everything was normal and even joined Eric in pleasuring myself to the sight of Lindsay and my grandfather. My small apartment was alive with passion. The sounds of deep panting, sucking, licking and a symphony of sex filled our ears. Frank had Lindsay fill her mouth with his cock, using only the palm of his hand on the top of her golden locks to ease her into position. I couldn't believe how eagerly she took to her task, and I had to wonder if this was purely for the promise of financial rewards or if she genuinely enjoined being used by an old man she just met. How far would she go before putting a stop to this farce? Her submissive moans had me worried. Grandpa had her blowing him like a cheap whore in seconds. His hands continued to force Lindsay's head further along his old dick until her nose was buried in pubic hair. Every few seconds Eric would call out some vulgar phrase that made me want to slam my fist into his face, like: "How's that old cock taste baby?" or "That's it, face fuck her!" What stopped me was watching the effect he was having on my girlfriend. Every comment made her moan and try even harder to please Frank. I watched her index and middle fingers rapidly circling her tiny clit. I had to give grandpa credit for holding out so long, even jerking myself I had to take several breaks to keep from cuming. Just as I thought he couldn't last a second longer I watched my grandfather do the unimaginable. Without so much as a word the old man lifted Lindsay off his cock and positioned her on all fours with her petite, perfect ass held in both hands. I doubted my grandfather could tell she was a virgin, but before I could say a word he had his cock penetrating her soft folds right there in front of us all. I watched in jealous horror as my grandfather began pumping my girlfriend with his unprotected cock, accomplishing in twenty minutes what I had not in our nearly year long relationship. It was incredible the way he had taken her for his own. I expected to see Lindsay's face contort in pain from my grandfather's brutal efforts, but to my astonishment she looked like a beautiful angel. By now her long blond hair was loose, shaping around her face. Her eyes were shut comfortably and her little mouth was wide open, moaning in pleasure. Frank slapped my girlfriend's perfect ass, and to his delight the young woman yelped with pain and pelasure. Eric could barely control himself; his hand was a blur of motion. After building a firm, thrust my grandfather waved him over. I watched as Eric's long cock slid into my girlfriend's wide-open mouth. Lindsay looked up in surprise, having never been forced into this position before, but just like with my grandfather she put full effort into accommodating my older cousin. Eric contented himself to bury all eight inches into her throat, fucking her face without remorse. Lindsay had little choice than to rock back and forth with the sheer force of each thrust. My grandfather groaned deeply as his momentum built. I watched beads of sweat roll down his flabby skin. He tugged on my girl's angelic blond hair for support, pulling her head back as he deeply penetrated her tight pussy. Each time he plunged that thick fuck-rod into her unprotected cunt it made a thick, wet slurping noise that only grew louder and louder. "Fucking amazing!" Eric groaned, feeding his long, thin shaft into her pretty mouth. I could see his ass muscles clentching tightly. Lindsay's moans filled the room as Eric pulled his cock from her wide-open mouth. I had never seen or heard anything like what was taking place in my small one-bedroom apartment. Moments later, after jerking for all her was worth, thick sprays of cum shot out in long gooey strings to land in her waiting mouth. To my surprise she managed to swallow all of it at once. How could I ever have known the slut that hid inside my sweet little girlfriend? By this point grandpa's eyes were rolled back and his mouth hung open in a way that made him look two feet in the grave, yet his hips never faltered. He continued to ravish Lindsay's pussy. I could see his wet cock slide entirely out only to plunge back inside half a second later. Her entire lower body was now continuously jerking with intense orgasm after orgasm. I could tell the end was close; the only question was how it would happen. As if reading my thoughts, grandpa started to jerk erratically inside her. He leaned over her back and moaned into Lindsay's ear. I wanted to shout out, "NO!" But At that exact moment, as my grandfather robbed me of Lindsay's virginity, we both began cuming at the same time. And there was nothing I could do to stop him. * * * When everything was said and done, we all lay there gasping for air, remaining as still and silent as possibly. The whole ordeal seemed like some perverse daydream, but sure enough when I opened my eyes the dream did not go away. After Grandpa and Eric left Lindsay climbed into the shower without saying a word to me. I gave her some space and retreated to the bedroom to lie down. Only then did it occur to me that my boss never did show up. Something my grandfather had said to me earlier that day suddenly came back to me, "Don't you ever listen to your phone messages?" With that thought in mind I hit play on my answering machine and sure enough there was my grandfather and Eric's message about their visit. Only then did I hear my Boss's voice come through the machine, dated the day before. "I know it's short notice, but something came up. I wont be able to come by tomorrow. You understand. We'll reschedule for a later date." I groaned and collapsed on the bed wondering how I would ever explain to Lindsay that I didn't get the promotion. What Have I Done? My name is Tom and 2 weeks ago I saw the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Ever since I was in my mid twenties I have had a fantasy of watching my gorgeous wife, Becky, fucking a black guy. My wife was very conservative and I doubted she would ever do it. I met my wife when we were both attending a small Baptist college in Georgia. She was studying to be a teacher and we hit it off right from the start. A preacher's daughter, Becky didn't smoke or drink and the furthest I could get with her was some heavy petting. After graduating from college we got married and moved to Chicago to find work. We fucked everyday for the first 6 months after we tied the knot. But like so many marriages the passion started to fade and we got into a routine of sex on Saturday's and Thursday's. It was still great, but I felt we lacked the passion we once had. My 28 year old wife is absolutely stunning, not just pretty. Becky has bright blue eyes, flawless ivory skin and sandy blond hair that she keeps at shoulder level. Whenever she smiles she lights up a room. She is 5 foot 10 inches and has a voluptuous body. Her firm 36DD breasts complement her perfect heart shaped ass. She works out 4 days a week and keeps her body in top shape. I am always catching other men and women checking her out. On the other hand I had an average body. I am naturally thin but definitely not built. I am 6 foot tall with short brown hair. My dick is only 6 inch long but my wife has never complained. My interracial fantasies started when I found a link on one of the porn sites I was visiting. I couldn't get enough of watching these huge black cocks slamming into those tiny white pussies. As I was buying interracial porn I found out about hot wives and cuckolding. Could my wife and I adopt that lifestyle? I was afraid how she would react if I brought it up. About 3 years ago Becky and I went to a party one of our friends was having. There was a black guy that was hitting on her all night long. He must have been smooth because he kept her attention the entire night. I had a hard time hiding by erection and kept imagining her dropping to her knees and servicing this stud. After we got home that night I pulled my wife into bed and fucked her harder than I had in a long time. "What's got into you?" my wife asked as she tried to catch her breath. "Did you see some pretty girl at the party tonight?" I didn't know if I should come clean about what really got me so worked up. Building up the courage I stuttered, "I just got, I just got, excited watching that blah, black guy hit on you all night." Her smile instantly faded. "What do you mean? You got turned on by watching another man talking to me?" I whispered, "I have a fantasy of watching you fuck a black guy." Becky was shocked at what she just heard and stared at me with a blank face. After a few seconds of silence her face crinkled up. She shouted, "What kind of husband would want his wife to fuck another man? You are a sick fuck! Get the fuck out of my bed!" I spent the next week sleeping on the sofa. Becky wouldn't even acknowledge me when I was in the room. I finally got her to talk about what had happened. I apologized for bringing the whole thing up. I assured her that it was only a fantasy and that I would never really want her to sleep with anyone else. After 6 bouquets of roses, 2 diamond necklaces, 4 trips to the theatre, and 1 weekend at her mother's, I finally got out of the dog house. Things settled down and 2 years later our sex life was in the pits. We decided to have kids but we weren't working too hard at it. We were fucking once every 2 weeks at best. One night when we were making love she whispered in my ear, "I wonder what a black cock would feel like?" I was completed shocked and instantly blew my load. Becky kissed my neck and bit my ears. I was in heaven. "Did that turn you on?" She looked me straight in the eye and I couldn't help but nod. "I have thought about it a lot and I don't have a problem with your fantasy anymore. I know how much it excites you and if you want, I am willing to play along. Our sex life has been pretty poor lately. Maybe we can watch some interracial porn together. But you better know that this is all just a fantasy and that I would never actually fuck another man." I was so happy that she would go this far. I immediately got hard again and we fucked for another hour. Over the next few months we role played and watched interracial movies. Becky would comment sometimes on the size of the black guys' dicks. Her pussy was getting wet while watching these movies and I began to imagine the possibility of my fantasy actually coming true. I started surfing some of the cuckold web sites and started looking for a black bull in the area. After searching for several days I came across a large black guy name Jerome. He was 29 years old and very handsome. Jerome was clearly in great shape. His profile included several pictures of his 11 inch cock. A few of them had a white hand grabbing the cock, proudly displaying a large wedding ring. His balls were twice as large as mine and his profile title was Heaver Cummer. I began writing to him and sent him a few pictures of my wife. After speaking with him on the phone several times we met in person at a quiet park. I instantly knew this was the man who should introduce my wife to black cock. Jerome told me he was an attorney and had been fucking married women for six years. "I just want you to know I have a lot of experience as a bull. I have fucked 26 wives so far and I want your wife to be number 27. Some bulls out there become attached to the wives or just don't back up their boasts with results. I am a complete professional and I want you to understand some rules that I have." I shifted back into the bench, trying to hide my erection. Jerome was for real and I realized that my cuckolding could soon happen. "First, once we go down this path you must agree that you will not interfere with your wife's decisions. This will end when Becky or I decide, not you. I will need your help in the beginning to get acquainted with Becky. After that, all I will need is for you to stay out of the way. I am a very busy person and I don't like to have my time wasted. I want you to think about this for another couple weeks because I want you to be sure this is what you want. Second, I do not wear condoms and I do not pull out. I don't care what your wife does for birth control or if she doesn't take anything at all. I have knocked up 4 wives so far. The first wife didn't know her husband was replacing her birth control pills with sugar pills. The second couple used the rhythm method, alternating our meetings between her fertile and infertile periods of the month. They got off on the pregnancy risk. This went on for 6 months until the inevitable happened. The third couple got pregnant by accident when her diaphragm failed. I remember how distressed they were. How do you explain a black baby to your friends and family? The fourth couple was something quite different. I had been fucking his wife for several months. Her husband wanted me to help him convince his wife to purposely have a black baby. Several months of discussions didn't help. I finally told her I would only fuck her if she was unprotected. She only lasted 3 weeks until she caved. She was angry that her husband put her in this situation. I told her that she should get back at him by staying on the pill but telling her husband otherwise. I told her to tell her husband that in exchange for doing this he would not be able to have sex with him. He must have thought this would only go one for a few weeks but we strung it out for a year. Her poor husband got nothing for a year! When he started to demand a blood test she went off the pill and 3 months later she was pregnant with triplets. I am not saying this is for you and your wife but nevertheless, it will be your complete responsibility to raise any children. Third, what I do with your wife is completely up to Becky and me. I do not care if you watch sometimes but I must warn you some things might be too hard to watch." Jerome and I met 3 weeks later and I agreed with his rules. We came up with a story that Jerome had just started working with me. I told Becky that he had recently moved into the area and hadn't been able to meet very many friends. I invited him out to a night at the local club with my wife and her friend, Kim. We were all having a great time dancing. Kim was exhausted dancing with Jerome all night and came back to our table to rest Jerome approached my wife and asked her is she would like to dance. She took his hand and they went out to the dance floor. As I watched them move to a fast song Kim leaned over and said, "You are playing with fire." Jerome had turned my wife around and was fixating on her ass. I don't think I had ever had such a stiff erection. Becky and Jerome were now dancing to a slow song and he had his hands wrapped around her waist. They looked so hot on the dance floor that other people stopped to watch them. The two were made for each other. Kim broke up my fantasy. "Becky told me about your sick fantasies. You are fucked up. What makes you think if she were to fuck a black guy she wouldn't get hooked? You need to stop this right now." I tried to space out our encounters with Jerome so that she hopefully wouldn't catch on to what we were doing. Becky and I would also hang out with some of my other black and white friends to further avoid suspicion. A month later my wife and I went to the beach with Jerome. Becky was wearing a sexy white bikini that barely covered her assets. Jerome looked great in his swim shorts, sporting rock hard abs and huge arms. After a few hours I was feeling sun burnt so I retreated under our umbrella. "Let's go swimming," pleaded my wife. I told her that I needed the shade but suggested Jerome go with her. She slowly walked with Jerome out to the water, her breasts slightly rocking with each step. She looked so hot in that tiny bikini. It didn't take long before they got into a splashing fight. A large wave knocked her over and she managed to spring her ankle. In pain, Jerome carried her back to the beach. The sight of this muscular black man carrying my almost naked white wife was unbelievable. I couldn't help but imagine Jerome carrying Becky to our bed and giving her the fucking of her life. My wife and I continued to watch interracial flicks and fuck like rabbits. A month later I invited Jerome over to have dinner. Half an hour before he was to arrive Becky changed into short tan shorts, shed her bra and put on a tight red shirt. "Honey, don't you think that outfit is too revealing?" With a smile, Becky turned around and said, "You are the one who wants me to fuck him." I didn't know if she meant she was going to fuck him or if she just wanted to tease me. When Jerome arrived I could tell he enjoyed my wife's attire. After dinner I took Jerome out to the porch to smoke a cigar and have a beer. I leaned over to him and said, "I think tonight is the night." I knew that Becky had never said anything about making my fantasy a reality. I told Jerome, "Let's go inside and talk to her about it. This might not go well." She was finished with the dishes when we came back into the house. I mustered up the courage and said, "Jerome and I were talking and we want to act out my fantasy. I think you want it too, otherwise, you wouldn't be wearing that." Becky's nipples started to harden and she turned beet red. I took her to the guest room, pulled down her shorts and felt her pussy. "You are soaking down there. You can't deny you want to fuck Jerome." She started to tear up and confessed, "I know that I told you I would never do this but I am completely infatuated with Jerome. I don't want to cheat on you. What happens if this is a horrible mistake?" I held my wife close and told her she would not be cheating on me. All three of us wanted this. "What about condoms? Since we decided to have kids we don't have them anymore and I haven't taken the pill in months." I could tell she really wanted this to happen. She was tearing up again, not because she was afraid of fucking Jerome, but of not being able to realize our fantasy. I convinced her that if we were going to do this she should take him bareback. "What are the odds that Jerome would actually knock you up? The first time needs to be special" "I don't think I can do this if you are watching," she replied. My heart instantly sank. All this work and now that my fantasy was going to happen, I couldn't watch it. I couldn't risk her changing her mind so I agreed. Becky and I came out of the bedroom and let Jerome know our decision. He extended his hand out to my wife and led her to the master bedroom. Walking down the hallway, she looked back at me. Her eyes were almost pleading for me to stop this but at the same time begging me not to interfere. The door shut. I started to panic. I remembered that there was a small hole in our bedroom closet. I went to the guest room and to my amazement I had a direct view of our bed. Jerome was already down to his boxers. Becky's back was facing me as I watched Jerome slowly undress her. First, he pulled her shirt over her head. He began making out with my wife and gently rubbing her beasts. He slipped one hand into her shorts and massaged her ass. I could hear them kiss and Becky started to moan. After several minutes, Jerome reached down to unzip her shorts. Becky pulled away and whispered, "I don't know if I can do this." I thought I was going to die and my thoughts started to race. Luckily Jerome was a pro. He spoke in a soft voice, "I tell you what Becky. Let's slow this down. Let me just take off your shorts and you can leave your panties on. I promise I will not take them off." Becky nodded and Jerome slowing pulled her shorts down, leaving only her black lace thong. He picked her up and carried her to our bed. The vision of him previously carrying my wife at the beach flashed into my mind. Jerome laid her down on the bed and spent the next hour kissing and caressing her body. He told her how beautiful she was and ran his hands through her hair. My wife stopped and said, "I don't think I can take my panties off either." Once again my heart stopped but Jerome came to the rescue. "Maybe your husband can take them off?" This guy was good at this. She called out to me and I came into the room. "Honey, the last thing that stands between my pussy and 11" of black cock are my panties. I think you should have the honor of removing them since you are giving up exclusive access to my body." My hands shook as I pulled the panties off my wife. Looking at her neatly trimmed bush, I knew the next time I saw her pussy it would be stretched and full of cum. Jerome spoke up, "I would like to have them. I consider them a trophy." I gave the panties to Jerome and walked out the room. I thought about his collection of panties that he must have taken from all the women he had fucked. Jerome went over to the door and closed it. I went back to my hole and watched the two as they kissed. Becky took him in her mouth and gave him a great blow job, staring into his eyes the whole time. Jerome ate her out for a long time, making Becky squirm and gasp. They continued to caress each other for over an hour. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. They weren't going to fuck. They were making love. What did I do? This isn't what I signed up for. It had been 2 hours and Jerome still hadn't fucked my wife. He left the room to go to the bathroom where I stopped him. "When the hell are you going to fuck her? I have already cum twice watching you two through the closet." "I figured you were somewhere watching. Look, do you think I can just go in there and slam 11" of cock into your wife. She is used to your 6 inches. The foreplay will also make her first orgasm mind blowing." I replied, "It looks like you are making love to her, not fucking her." "Tom, the first two times a fucked a wife did not turn out well. I could not get a repeat performance. I finally asked the second wife and she told me the sex was the best she had ever had. Her problem was that the next day she felt like a slut. She had been a devoted wife for 10 years and then one day she found herself on her marital bed getting slammed with 11" of black cock. She felt like a whore and that she had been used by her husband and me. I knew then I had to make the sex as passionate and comfortable at possible for the wife. That is why I spend so much time making sure she feels good. I want a repeat with your wife. I don't have the time to constantly look for new wives to fuck. I can't remember having a woman as beautiful as Becky. I sure would have never let another man fuck her." With that Jerome went back into the bedroom. After another half hour of foreplay he motioned for my wife to straddle him. "I know you probably don't think you need lubricant, but you have to take a lot of cock tonight." Jerome rubbed the KY all over his dick. "I don't know if I can take that much cock." "Believe me, you can take it but your pussy will never be the same again." Jerome positioned my wife so that I could see her face. I watched as Becky slowly slid down the enormous cock. Sweat was poring down her forehead and down her breasts. She moaned and closed her eyes. After she passed the 7 inch mark a tear came down her cheek. Jerome whispered, "We don't have to go any further. I don't want you to hurt yourself." My wife lay on his chest and they kissed for a while. Jerome was caressing her skin and telling her how beautiful she was. Finally, my wife got back up and looked into his eyes. "I have to do this. Not very men are gifted like you. I owe it to you and my husband to take all of it." Inch by inch Becky lowered herself down. She clenched her teeth and began to cry. She stopped to catch her breath several times until she finally managed to get all 11inches of cock in her. Becky had closed her eyes and Jerome turned his head around and mouthed to me, "Beautiful." He was right. I couldn't believe by loving wife had actually been able to do it. She started slowly sliding up and down from the tip to the base of the cock. Her moans were getting loader. "Ohhh yes. I love this big black cock. Ahhhhh. I can't believe how deep....it... isssss." After Becky had gently rode Jerome for half an hour he pulled her close and whispered, "Now it time for you to get the best fucking of your life." My wife smiled and rolled off onto the bed. She lay on her back but Jerome had other plans. "Let's try doggie style Becky." She got onto her hands and knees as Jerome grabbed a hold of both hips. This was it. I was finally going to see my wife nailed by this stud. Jerome slowly pushed his cock in until his balls rested against her. He gradually increased his pace over the next five minutes until he was pile driving her as fast and hard as her could. At this point my wife could only scream in complete ecstasy, "Oh God. Oh yes. Please...don't...stop! Yes, oh Jerome, ahhh, ahhh!" Watching the thick black cock hammer into my wife was amazing. She had orgasm after orgasm. They were completely covered in sweat. At times Jerome would have to slow down so that they could rest. They fucked this way for another half an hour until he announced that he was about to cum. Becky turned around, looked into his eyes and pleaded, "Please shoot your back cum inside me. Fill this married pussy " Jerome made one last grunt and plunged balls deep, releasing a torrent of cum. He collapsed on my wife. I could see his cock was still pumping more and more cum into her. He must have shot 15 to 20 loads. I didn't even touch my cock and instantly cummed all over myself. What Have I Done? I went to the guest room and lay down. I stayed awake for several hours listening to the two of them fuck. The mattress springs creaked and the headboard slammed into the wall. My dick was sore as hell and I knew I couldn't handle any more. I finally went to the bathroom to take some of my wife's sleeping pills and fell asleep. Around six in the morning I cracked open the door and saw the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. My wife was completely nude, lying on top of Jerome's hard black body. Her large breasts were mashed against Jerome's chest. One hand held onto her thigh while the other hand rested against her lower back, as if claiming her entire body. Cum was running out of her pussy and pooling onto our marital bed. The stain was a foot in diameter at this point. It looked as though he decided to paint her in cum last night after I went to bed. Her ass, thighs, chin and hair were covered in dried cum. Her wedding ring was dull because it was also coated in cum. Jerome was accurate when he titled his profile Heavy Cummer. Becky did not withhold anything sexually she gave to me. She had offered her body completely to Jerome and as I watched the two of them sleep I knew that this was the beginning of something great. The next morning I sat with Jerome and had a cup of coffee. Jerome spoke, "Becky is not getting up anytime soon. I did things to her last night that you could never do. She told me last night that she would never ask me to wear a condom and she did not want to get a diaphragm. She told me she didn't think it was right that my sperm didn't have a shot at her eggs. I know you two want to have a kid, so I am willing to follow the rhythm method but I do want one day a month to fuck her when she is fertile. I am sure it would excite you knowing I have a shot at knocking your wife up. Would you like me to fuck your wife once a month while she fertile?" I hated to admit it but my hardening cock gave me away. I nodded and said, "It would totally be hot if you fucked her bareback while she was fertile." I didn't know that my wife was listening to our conversation. Becky walked in and looked at me directly. "I was in total ecstasy when I said those things to Jerome last night. Here you are in the morning daylight saying you think it would be hot if I had sex with Jerome during my fertile time. Why limit it to one day a month? Let's make it three!" And with that Becky stormed out of the kitchen. She came back with her remaining birth control pills and dumped them down the kitchen sink. She turned to Jerome and said "My fertile time starts today so let's get at it!" As Becky walked off to the master bedroom Jerome came over to me and said, "I warned you that I am a heavy cummer. You better start coming up with excuses for her black baby. I also like to mark my conquests. I was thinking of having a Property of Jerome tattooed on her lower back. "Why there, why not her ass or pussy?" "Because every time your wife bends over her shirt will pull up and show her tattoo. Imagine 30 years from now people will ask her about Jerome. If I have my way her answer will be, he is the father of my children." Jerome walked into the bedroom and several minutes later I came in. Becky was lying on top of him as he was cupping both her ass cheeks. He saw me and smiled, telling me that she was now his. Jerome said, "Close the door Tom." He began kissing my wife and running his hands up and down her back. My wife stopped to turn around and yelled, "Close the fucking door!" I quietly said to myself, "What have I done?" What Have I Done? Author's note: Please forgive any grammar mistakes. I do not have an editor (Email me if interested) and when I proof read, my mind corrects any of my mistakes because I know what I was trying to say. Happy Reading! * What Have I Done? : I was finally home. It had been a stressful day at college as my professors were doing their absolute best to cram as much information into my brain for next week's finals as they possibly could. But the sun was out and I was overly excited. Not because I was free from school, not even close with the mountain of homework I had to accomplish. Nope. It's because I stopped at the store on my way home to get something I always wanted to try: an Ouija board. Ever since I was little, I had been fascinated with the paranormal and I now felt I was ready to take the next step and attempt communication. I ran inside, except for when I tripped over the top step on my way in. Mom was in the living room wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt, her typical 'I'm watching my soap opera so don't bother me until it's a commercial attire.' "Hey Zachary, how was school?" Mom asked as I briskly walked in the door. It must be a commercial. "Sucked. My mind might explode from all the finals prep the professors are unloading on us." "Hang in there. Only one more week until summer vacation, then your mind can explode all it wants," Mom smiled. "What's in the bag?" "Something I needed for school." No way was I about to tell my mom I bought an Ouija board. We had talked in the past about it and she is dead set against them. Never really gave me a clear reason except she just didn't like the concept of communicating with the dead. I went upstairs to my room, shut the door, and hopped onto my bed. I nearly destroyed the box as I unwrapped my soon to be fun. I placed the board in front of me and put the planchette in the center. I took a couple deep breaths and with a smile, I put my fingers to the planchette and asked, "Is someone here with me?" Nothing. I sat disappointed for a minute and tried again, "If anybody is present with me, can you please state your name?" This time, the planchette shivered against my fingers. My euphoria came back, "My names Zach, what's yours?" L-U-S-T "Lust?" I unintentionally let out a snicker, "Okay Lust, is there anything I can do to help you pass to the other side?" L-U-S-T "Yeah, we established..." I was silenced by the frantic movements of the planchette. L-U-S-T Those are the only four letters to which the planchette moved. L-U-S-T It was going at breakneck speed and I felt a tingling in my fingers. L-U-S-T I tried releasing the planchette and couldn't. L-U-S-T The tingling sensation was half way up my arms. L-U-S-T My body tensed up in fear. L-U-S-T I didn't know what to do. I heard myself shout, "Mom." I didn't say that, but the word escaped my lips. It came out fearful, which I was, but there was no way I wanted her to see what I was doing. 'Relax kid, I called her.' The voice was sinister in nature but I didn't know where it came from. The planchette stopped and my fingers finally released it. I would have been happy if I wasn't petrified about the voice that seemingly came from nowhere. My head was on a swivel, trying to isolate where it had come from. "Mom, can you come here for a minute?" I didn't say that either. "What the fuck?" I said that as I glanced under the bed. The voice laughed something that would have made the devil proud. 'For a college puke, you sure are stupid. I'm inside you dumb ass.' "Who are you?" 'I think the question should be 'what am I?' but you don't need to know that.' "What..." The voice cut me off, 'And let me tell you, there are going to be a few changes around here, like this.' I was instantaneously hard. Harder than I have ever been and it hurt. "Ow." I pulled down my pants and stroked my erection just to try get rid of the pain it was causing. I never before needed release as I did right now. 'It won't work, but stroke all you like. It feels good though,' The voice chuckled. "Why are you doing this?" My face cringed as my hand was defying the laws of physics in its speed. 'We're waiting for someone.' With those words, I could literally picture the voice tapping its fingers against a table, or my brain. There was a soft knock on the door, "Zach, what did you need? I only have a minute..." 'NO!' I tried to scream but nothing escaped my lips. The voice laughed as my door opened and my mother saw me in all my glory. "Oh dear God," mom gasped. She went to close the door. "Lust," I said it but I didn't say it. The door stopped and my mom looked at me quizzically. I felt myself smile. "Lust," my voice repeated. 'Oh shit,' I exclaimed but nothing came out. "Does mommy's boy have a big problem he needs help with?" Mom sauntered into my room, her eyes on me as if I were a piece of meat. 'No, please, not my mom.' I begged the voice and pounded my erection with cruel violence just to get a release. "Damn lady, what the hell is with that outfit? You have a decent body, show it off some. Fuck. Next time, you better be wearing something tight and form fitting." The voice growled at my mother. "How's this?" My mom then stripped herself of all her clothes. 'Leave my mom alone!' I demanded in my head. My mom sat on the edge of my bed and licked her lips. I felt my hand release my shaft and it landed on her right boob. It was soft and pliable and I didn't want to let go. One of her hands moved between her legs. Her other reached for me. It took all my might, but I scooted back on my bed. I felt the voice roll its eyes at me. 'Kid your mom has big tits. You really want me to pass on that?' 'Please.' I was almost in tears. I say almost because I wasn't in control. It took all my will power just to scoot back a foot on my bed. Exhausting any of that energy on tears would be counterproductive. 'Jesus kid, grow a pair.' I felt the voice sigh, 'All right, you got five minutes to find a replacement before I make mommy my bitch.' I suddenly felt in control of my body. I pushed mom aside, pulled up my pants, and ran out the room. "Where is my baby going?" I heard mom coo as I left. Five minutes. I didn't know where to go or what to do. Police station? A psychic? A church for an exorcism? My feet suddenly stopped, cemented to the floor. 'You wouldn't make it kid,' the voice interrupted. 'I haven't left; I'm just giving you an opportunity to not screw your mom, dumbass.' I lowered my head in defeat, "Shit." I perked up when I realize I said that aloud. The voice let me speak. 'Let you do a lot of things, just get me someone to fuck.' I pictured the voice looking at his watch, 'two minutes and twenty seconds left.' My legs were mine again and I darted down the stairs. I opened the door to the outside world. 'Oh fuck no,' the voice erupted. 'I will not fuck that.' I looked around and saw nothing. 'Straight ahead dumb ass.' I missed her because she was on her knees, but sure enough, there was Mrs. Washington milling around in her garden. All eighty-seven years of her pulling a pesky weed from her prized petunias. At that moment, a navy blue Honda civic pulled in the driveway. My sister, Maria was home from High School. And she was wearing her cheerleading uniform with her dusty blonde hair in a ponytail. 'Aw yeah, teenage pussy, here I come.' The voiced seemed mighty pleased with himself that he waited now. 'Come on, man. She's only eighteen and has her whole life ahead of her,' I pleaded. 'Thirty seconds,' was the voices response. I heard it salivating. I felt beaten and was ready to take off when I heard Maria's passenger door open. It was Autumn, Maria's bookworm tutor. Maria sucked at math and apparently Autumn was a genius at everything. They were the same age and had made a deal. Autumn gets to hang out with my sister and her friends and in return, Autumn gets to do my sisters homework and tutor the cheerleader when she has a test. Hell, I wish I had Autumn tutoring me. She was a shy, reserved person who has maybe spoken two words to me in three months since this deal transpired. Her brunette hair laid flat and she wore black glasses. She dressed like her personality, in drab clothing. Today she had a light brown shirt matched with a dark brown skirt that fell down to her ankles. 'I suppose you want me to pass on the cheerleader for...for... for that,' the voice voiced its displeasure. I tried to run. 'Oh no you don't.' I keeled over in pain as my erection came back in full force. "Ah." My sister walked by and smirked, "What happened loser, you realize that you're missing something down there?" 'What a bitch,' the voice quipped. 'Says the being holding my body hostage.' 'Are you sure you don't want me to fuck her? I'll have her panting like the bitch she is.' "Maria, wait for me," Autumn came running up the steps. "I don't want to fuck anyone in my family!" Autumn stopped in her tracks and I just realized I said that aloud. 'Okay,' the voice laughed at my outburst, 'She'll do.' My hand flung forward and grasped Autumn by the arm. I was reminded again that I was not in control as my legs moved to go inside the house. "What are you doing? Let me go!" Autumn cried out. 'Yeah, what she said,' I added. My body trudged up the stairs, Autumn screaming the entire time. Maria was rooted in front of my bedroom doorway as if she were a mannequin. Her expression of shock stuck on her face as if she just had botox. I reached the top step and peered in. Mom was on my bed with three fingers plunging deep into her pussy while her other hand was mauling her tits. "There you are stud. Now be a good boy and come finish off mommy," Mom declared when she saw me. "Zach, what the fuck did you do to mom?" Maria was barely audible. 'Come on, are you sure you don't want me to do something to her?' The voice interjected. 'I won't fuck her, I'll just fuck with her.' I am ashamed to say that I contemplated that suggestion for a moment. With all the shit my sister puts me through...'No. Leave my family alone.' I am pleased with my resolve. The voice grunted, 'Then hurry up, dumbass.' My legs moved toward the master bedroom. "Come on Slut," once again it was my voice, just not my words. My sister looked at me, getting ready to berate me as she thought I was talking to her but then understood I meant Autumn. The expression on her face led me to believe she thought she was in the Twilight Zone. I know I felt that way. My body threw Autumn on the bed, turned and shut the door on my bewildered sister as her mouth hung agape at me. My body locked the door and turned to its prey. 'I can't wait to stick my cock into that trollop.' 'You're cock?' I rebutted. 'Semantics.' I could literally feel the voice shaking its head. ' All right dumbass, if you want your body back, fuck her and this will all be over.' "What do you want?" There was fear in Autumn's voice as she interrupted. Well, interrupted from my viewpoint, from hers she probably felt she was bringing a mad man back to reality. Not far off since I was just having a conversation with a voice in my head. I looked at her and she gasped while putting her hand to her mouth after realizing she was better off with looking like I was in La-La Land whilst I deliberated with myself. 'What do you mean?' I answered the voice. 'You fuck her, you get your body back,' the voice sarcastically responded. 'This isn't rocket science dumbass.' I focused in on a petrified Autumn, cowering into the bed using a pillow for protection. "What are you going to do to me?" She replied to my stare. Once again, I ignored her and responded to the voice, 'I won't rape her.' 'You're going to have to,' the voice answered. I then felt my body try to take a step toward her. 'No!' My willpower held firm and my foot didn't move. 'No incest. No rape. You're no fun.' A few seconds ticked away. 'Fine. Have it your way.' I'm glad the voice relented because I was exerting all the force I could and it was waning. "Love," the voice spoke to Autumn. I saw the change immediately. Autumn's body relaxed and her defenses were nonexistent. "So now that you brought me into a bedroom, what do you want to do?" She playfully asked. I don't know why, but I was impressed. 'What did you do to her?' 'Now she'll be willing, but you're stuck with her forever.' 'What?' 'I told you that you should rape her. Hell, I tried to let it be your mother. She still would have let you venture out on your own without the old ball and chain. You try to leave this one, she WILL follow.' 'Are you kidding me?' 'Nope,' the voice laughed. 'Now get to fuckin.' I felt like crying. I then did the only thing I could think of, defiance. 'No.' 'You are really starting to piss me off, you know that? You do know that all I have to do is wait for you to get tired and then dominate your pathetic ass.' My body tried to take another step and again I refused. 'Damn it,' the voice huffed. 'All right, you win. What do you want, a couple of slaves to wait on you hand and foot?' "Slave," the voice called out. "Slave," it repeated. 'What are you doing?' I demanded. 'I don't want slaves. I want everything to go back to normal.' 'Look dumbass, this is happening whether you want it to or not.' I felt the voice staring at Autumn through my eyes. Just another odd feeling to add to this day. "Love," the voice said. 'That was just to cement your bond. Now for the fun part.' "Lust...Lust...Lust." The voice let out an unnerving laugh. 'And don't forget about this.' My libido was then thrown into overdrive and I became desperate for release. At that moment, I heard mom scream something unintelligible, presumably having a release of her own. Autumn crawled seductively across the bed, licking her lips and removing an article of clothing with each movement. With each layer that came off, I became aware that Autumn had a killer body. She was slender and had just enough curves to make me drool. When she was nude, she sat at the edge of the bed and begged me to come towards her using only her finger. I could smell her arousal. Autumn had gone from a shy bookworm to frightened to enamored to a sex-starved whore in twenty minutes flat. I was done fighting. My willpower had evaporated and I just wanted to fuck something. Autumn's smile had grown in size with each of my footsteps. I pushed her back on the bed and I noticed she left a puddle from where she had been sitting on the comforter. I dropped my pants and underwear. I didn't even step out of them. Once my manhood was free, I was ready. I picked up her legs and threw them over my shoulders. My cock lurched just by grazing her folds as I lined up with her channel. Without hesitation, I slammed my entire shaft inside Autumn's quim. "Oh fuck yes!" Autumn screamed as she spasmed on my pole. 'That will happen every time. She's addicted to you,' the voice snickered and then used my arm to reach for Autumn's neck to force her to face me. "Listen up, whore. You're moving in. Today. You don't even need to worry about getting your clothes because frankly, yours suck. Get a new wardrobe. And from now and forever, you are just my cum dumpster. A place to deposit my load however, whenever, and wherever I so choose. You got that?" Autumn just squealed with delight, "Promise?" 'See what I mean? Addicted,' the voice laughed. "Promise." With that response, Autumn climaxed again. My hand released her neck and I saw my fingermarks etched into her skin. I didn't care. I was beyond reason. I couldn't see anymore. Didn't hear anything, voice or otherwise. Taste was a myth of a sensation. Even Autumn's intoxicating scent of arousal disappeared. All I could do was feel. Between the immense hard on pain bestowed upon me from the voice and the tightness of Autumn, all I could do is feel as I plowed my way to my needy release. My cock disappearing deep inside the narrow abyss just to be pulled back out less than a millisecond later. Faster. Harder. Deeper. My orgasm was finally on the horizon. I felt my body slowly coming back into my control. The voice was telling the truth; fuck her and my body becomes mine once again. I became determined to finish. I closed my eyes just to focus on the moistness I was enjoying. Autumn's velvet sheath once again grabbed hold of my rod as another orgasm ripped through her lithe body. Her pussy was clinging to every intrusion that my cock was making, seemingly begging it to stay. It was too much. I buried in her one last time and I finally felt my climax. 'See you later dumbass,' the voice seemed to fade as it called out that sentiment to me as my seed exploded from my body and into Autumn's. I had full control of my body. I was also exhausted. The first act I accomplished with my new found freedom was to pull up my pants so I could collapse next to Autumn. She immediately snuggled in next to me. "I love you." Autumn mumbled before I heard her rhythmic breathing signaling she had fallen asleep. She looked so peaceful. I brushed a tendril of hair away from her face. The voice said she would be in love with me forever. I had scoffed at the idea, but seeing her like this...the idea had merit. I wonder if we could work out? Could I love her? Maybe we should have a date first. It was my last thought before I too succumbed to sleep. I woke up to mom lightly shaking me, "Wake up Zack." I yawned and wiped the sleep from my eyes. I was still in the master bedroom, but Autumn wasn't with me. Mom was dressed for work, a red blouse and black slacks. It must be near quarter till nine. That's when she leaves to work the late shift at the hospital. You get hurt at three in the morning and have to go to the Hilldale Hospital, good luck. You have to wait forever because they only have one doctor on duty, and that's my mom. She does her best. "Dinners ready and I'm running a little late. See you tomorrow," mom kissed my forehead and gave me a small smile. "Bye." "Later mom," I called out after her. "Have a good night." I don't get it. She didn't say anything about earlier. Was it all a dream? I stretched my limbs before standing. Everything felt normal. It seemed like I was on a cloud walking downstairs. I followed my nose to the wonderful aroma that permeated through the house. "Lasagna," I said to no one as I inhaled the scent of my favorite dinner. I stood in the doorway of the kitchen and saw my sister setting the table. For three. She was already dressed for bed in her customary pink pajama pants and a worn Norah Jones t-shirt. "Who's here?" My sister jumped at my voice and then smiled at me. Unusual to say the least. "Autumn silly. Don't you remember? She came over to help me study." "Oh yeah." I kept a neutral reaction. First mom and now Maria hadn't mention earlier. Maybe it was all a dream. I heard a door shut from upstairs and I turned to see a girl bound down the steps. I had to do a double take as this girl was gorgeous. Her hair looked like she just left the salon, it had volume and was full of curls. She wore a two sizes too small yellow spaghetti strapped top that exposed her midriff. Her areolas were clearly visible through the stretched fabric. She complimented all that with a pair of jeans shorts that looked as if they were painted on. They covered her ass and her womanhood and nothing else. Her tits had my complete attention with every step she took and she knew it. "Well, how do I look?" I gulped and had to remind myself to breath. "Wow." "I'm glad you approve, Baby." The girl then kissed me affectionately. I just stood there. She pulled back, smiled and entered the kitchen. I noticed she had a tramp stamp that said 'venite receptaculum' written in perfect cursive. What Have I Done? "Autumn, can you grab the soda's?" Maria asked. "And grab Zack a beer." That girl was Autumn? I shook my head as I then realized what my sister ordered for me, "A beer?" Not that I don't drink, I do, but I generally only do it at parties. Mom never had beer in the house. She hated it and I wasn't old enough to buy it on my own yet. "Of course," Maria giggled. "Mom picked it up for you when the three of us went shopping while you were sleeping. We picked up all your favorite foods and we had to get Autumn some new clothes." Then her face fell. "It's okay, right? We didn't disappoint you, did we? If we did, I promise I'll make it up to you." Maria started to panic. "Whatever you want or need I'll do it. Just please don't be upset with..." I held up my hand. "It's perfect. Thank you." Maria let out a deep breath, "No thanks needed. It was our pleasure to serve you. Oh, and by the way, mom wanted to apologize. She didn't have enough time to take her stuff out of your new room. She said she'd do it first thing tomorrow." I nodded. I guess I wasn't dreaming. But this was crazy. What the fuck happened to my mom and sister? Autumn, I get. The voice made her love me. But my family? What happened? The last I saw, mom was frigging herself and Maria looked shell shocked. Then I argued with the voice and oh shit. He called out the word 'slave.' Twice. Damn it. "How big of a piece do you want big brother?" Maria alerted me from my reverie and I saw her offering a spatula filled with lasagna. "That's good, thanks." "Anything for you," Maria said with a smile. Maybe I could get used to this. I sat at the head of the table, a place usually reserved for mom. I had Autumn, a sexy as hell girlfriend to my right and my sister wasn't bitching about trivial high school bullshit and she was waiting on me. The voice really did make my family into slaves and make Autumn crave me. Maybe I could get used to this. I took a bite of lasagna. It was good. "So Autumn, what does 'venite receptaculum' mean? What language is it?" "It's the pet name you gave to me, Baby." I never saw anyone so happy than I did Autumn as she began to explain this to me. "It's Latin and it means cum dumpster. Okay, actually it means come receptacle because there isn't a word for dumpster in Latin, but it's close enough." I coughed on my food. That's what you get when a genius gets a tramp stamp. "That name is so much better than Autumn. I think I may change it legally." "So you really want me to call you cum dumpster?" Autumn jumped in my lap. She began placing light kisses all over my face while grinding into my rapidly growing erection. "Absolutely Baby," she breathed into my ear and then lightly nipped my earlobe. "I'm happy to be that for you." She slinked down to her knees. "We're both hungry, you sit there and enjoy your dinner and I will enjoy mine." And with her playful smile, her hand went to my zipper. She pulled my cock out and happily engulfed it in one movement. It was an interesting sensation having Autumn giving me a blowjob. Her lips were wonderful as they created a tight suction around my erection. Her tongue was magnificent as it lapped greedily at the invading member in her mouth. But what really made the experience interesting was watching my sister, who was sitting to my immediate left. Not only did she not care, but she acted as if Autumn sucking my manhood was perfectly normal. "Do you have any plans for the summer?" Maria generically asked. "I huh...huh..." I clenched my eyes shut for the moment and Autumn giggled around my shaft at my inability to speak. That extra vibration didn't help me formulate any words either. Maria just pretended not to notice, "That's nice. Autumn said I could tag along with you two if it was okay with you." Maria's face was full of hope. "Just in case you need something, I want to be able to get it for you." "Sounds great." Just two words and they struggled to come out. Autumn's head was bouncing in my lap and her hand started massaging my balls. I put my hand on Autumn's head, not because she wasn't going fast enough, but because I really needed to hold onto something. "We'll go wherever you want to go, but I should tell you that Autumn bought a micro bikini for your viewing pleasure today." "Oh...okay." I hope I can remember what she just told me because I would love to see that, but I'm afraid that it went in one ear and out the other as my sister's words were simply becoming static, background noise as the feelings coming from my crotch were undeniable. My hips began bucking into the slick warmth of Autumn's mouth. My face scrunched in ecstasy and my hand held her in place, with my cock buried in her throat as my orgasm erupted from my body. My seed was being deposited directly into my 'Cum Dumpster' as Autumn romantically called herself. Her throat constricted every time she swallowed, sucking even more of my essence from my depleted balls. I finally relented my grasp from her head and she inhaled a deep breath of air as my manhood fell from her mouth. She rested her head onto my groin and purred a little contentment as she placed light kisses on my deflated shaft. I looked down and her eyes were welling up. "What's wrong Autumn?" She gave a slight look of annoyance when I said her name. "I mean, what's wrong Cum Dumpster?" Autumn's jovial expression returned at my rephrasing. "You have no idea how happy I am. How much I love you and I am hopeful that I can give you as many moments of joy to equal how I feel all the time." "You definitely gave me one of those moments just now." Autumn beamed with pride as she reluctantly sat back down at the table. "Oh, I see you haven't eaten yet? What are you waiting for? I'm full already." "I was just a little distracted," I chuckled and then wearily took a bite of lasagna. From that moment on, my life changed for the better. I was constantly spoiled. My mom and sister did everything except breath and go to the bathroom for me, and I am trying to figure how that could be possible as well. Autumn had moved in that day and shared the master bedroom with me. We fucked constantly, but we were more than that. Despite her being addicted to me and embracing the words 'cum dumpster,' she was the perfect girlfriend. She was supportive and loving. She even helped me with my finals studying and I aced all my classes' tests. Not once did I take advantage of her addiction. I grew to love her as well and I was planning on asking her to marry me before I knew she was pregnant. We had a quick engagement, as I supported her decision to not want to have a baby out of wedlock. Our household soon increased by one as a baby boy, Asmodeus, entered our lives. It's such an unusual name, but one that Autumn insisted on. She said that name called to her and she like how it rolled off the tongue. Through all our time together, the discussion on the baby's name was the only instance that I can recall that she was uncompromising. That's all it took to convince me. If it was something that Autumn wanted that badly, then so be it. We gave him a more normal middle name, Damon, just in case he would want to go by that later so he wouldn't be picked on through his adolescence. I did look it up, just so I would know if it had an origin. Apparently, Asmodeus is the name of one of the seven princes of hell -- each named after one of the seven deadly sins -- and is the demon of lust. The first time I held my son in my arms, I felt a sense of pride and worry. I helped create this and now I am responsible for the protection of this being. It felt overwhelming. I was so overwhelmed that I would have sworn that my newborn baby whispered to me, "Thanks for the body dumbass," and then give a quiet but sinister laugh. It was probably just my imagination from being exhausted from the last tension filled fifteen hours of the birthing process. What Have I Done? I woke up with a pounding headache. My eyes were squeezed shut, light streamed into the room. I opened my eyes a crack and could discern my girlfriend Josie's face close to mine. Her breath is boozy. I roll over. My cock feels sticky. My stomach twists in panic as the circumstances of last night come rushing back. What have I done? It was Halloween and my good friend Mac and his wife Amanda came from out of town to see us. Josie and I dressed like "Hot Pirates". We had actually put some effort into our costumes and we really did look hot. Josie had even convinced me to wear eyeliner and even though it is not something I would normally do, I liked it. Josie's costume looked so good that I was a little apprehensive about her going out in public with it. My pirate girl looked stunning in a very short filmy skirt, tall boots, halter top, sash and sword. She had braided her long brown hair (Pirates of the Caribbean) and it dangled down to shoulders under a tricorn hat. She is tall and curvy in all the right places. Josie (my girlfriend) is a few years younger than me and is stunningly beautiful. She is 26 and I am 39, this is her first long term relationship. I am worried about our age difference. I love her and would like to marry her. Josie goes to University and works at a local pub. We did not know that Mac and Amanda were coming for Halloween until it was too late to change Josie's work schedule. Josie went to work dressed in her costume while I waited for Mac and Amanda to arrive. We went to the pub. It was a crazy night. Mac, Amanda and I made an odd threesome as we chatted drank and danced. I watched my girlfriend work and flirt with customers as she brought drinks. Amanda was dressed as the goddess Diana, while Mac was dressed as a Greek warrior. Amanda has a really curvy build and is quite pretty. One of her best features is her wonderfully large breasts which never fail to draw my gaze. She is very young (22), she is loud and brash and a lot of fun to be with. We are flirting heavily and Mac doesn't seem to mind. Amanda really fascinates me. She is wearing a white toga outfit, cut quite short and showing a lot of cleavage. At this point I have only met her three times. Mac and Amanda were just married in July. Josie and I went to the wedding and I remember being slightly ashamed of my thoughts as I watched them say their vows. I noticed how young they looked, and I had thoroughly enjoyed looking at Amanda's creamy white cleavage in her wedding dress. I am very sure Amanda is aware of the attention her breasts receive and uses it to her advantage. During the reception I was congratulating the new couple and she hugged me. It seemed to me that the hug went for a few heartbeats too long, she squeezed me tight and I could feel those giant breasts pressed against me. Another little detail that really gets me going is that Amanda's costume looks a lot like her wedding dress. When I look at her, all the dirty thoughts I had about her during the wedding come rushing back. Her toga/wedding dress looks hot, she is young, fresh and beautiful, and her flirting with me is going well beyond appropriate. The night is beginning to blur. We have done a lot of shots. The bar is filled with people in skimpy costumes and the night feels sexy. I danced with Amanda and Mac, sometimes with other people. We see Josie a lot while she is working. She takes a break to dance with me and several times during the evening I see her dancing with customers. This pisses me off, I can be very possessive but it also kind of turns me on. I really can't say anything to Josie about this as she has been working there since before we met and all the staff party a bit during special occasions. We have a great sex life but lately I have been secretly yearning for new experiences. Seeing my Girlfriend dance and flirt with others emboldens me and gives me an edge, if she can do it, so can I. Mack has disappeared and I am dancing with Amanda. The dance floor was really crowded and we were dancing in a foursome with another couple whom we just met. Amanda is really putting on a show and begins grooving with the other woman. Her husband and I move in time to the music and grin at each other as the girls go at it. Amanda turns and grasps my hand. She and pulls me against her while the other woman grooves against her from behind. Amanda laughs as she is sand witched between us and pulls me close. I can smell her hair and I can feel her curvy body against me. By now the man has joined us and we make a happy little foursome. The woman leans over and whispers in Amanda's ear "your husband is really hot, can I dance with him?" Amanda laughs and starts to kiss me. I am a little startled but I soon start to kiss her back. Amanda encourages the misunderstanding by breaking away from me and says "see you in a few minutes, husband" and joins the man while his wife moves towards me. I watch as Amanda is encircled by the man's arms. His hands slide down to cup her ass. I do the same to my partner and Amanda and I grin at each other as we grope our partners. I am aware that my cock is suddenly hard, my dance partner can feel it thrusting against her midsection and she presses herself against me. This lasts until Josie and Mac find us on the dance floor. Amanda and I keep our little secret. We lose the other couple whom seem a tad disappointed. The pub is closing and we all walk down the street to a night club. We continue to drink and do shots well into the early morning until we stagger home. We are at our place and no one wants to go to sleep. We open a bottle of wine and I put some music on the stereo. The girls are dancing with Mac and he starts shedding the more uncomfortable parts of his costume, I get rid of my shirt and sword belt. Amanda's toga is coming undone and keeps slipping off her shoulders. Josie's filmy skirt has been catching on the coffee table and she removes it revealing a cute pair of very skimpy booty shorts. I have to piss. Mac has to go too and we are so drunk we piss in the toilet together. When I come out of the bathroom the girls are in the kitchen. I admire Josie's ass as she roots through a cupboard looking for a bottle opener, she is now only wearing a tube top and those tiny shorts. Mac is now down to his underwear and grins as he steps behind Amanda and pulls her toga down. She squeaks in surprise and smacks her husband on the arm as she is suddenly standing there in only bra and panties. It doesn't really upset her however, and she laughs as she leaves the toga on the floor. Her breasts are barely contained by her bra and I am fascinated by the way they sway and jiggle as she moves about the room. Mac now insists that because he and Amanda are in their underwear Josie and I should too. At this point I am only too happy to agree with his drunken logic. I strip down to my shorts and Josie seems a tad reluctant but complies when I slip off her shorts and top. She looks stunning standing there in her underwear, and I certainly appreciate the two half naked women in my kitchen. Tonight I am a lucky man! Mac is being very aggressive and, he wants everyone to be naked. I wonder where all of this is leading and realise that whatever happens I will go along with it. The atmosphere is sexually charged. Mac is steadily escalating the situation. We compare the girl's breasts which lead us to a discussion about breast size and Amanda is actually convinced to show us her breasts. She won't do it unless Mac takes off his underwear which he seems all too eager to lose. Everyone including Josie seems fascinated by Amanda's breasts. Josie goes along with it and the girls remove their bras and even touch and fondle each other's breasts all while complimenting each other. Mac and I stand there eagerly ogling our girls, we want to touch them, but we don't want to interrupt the wonderful scene. I am proud of Josie, she is classically beautiful. She is made for sex and she can really fuck with her athletic body. Tall and lithe, her body is excellent. She has smooth skin and is rounded in all the right places. She doesn't worry about her weight and she doesn't have to, she is just one of those women who look hot all the time. Hers is a body meant for pleasure; her breasts are round and firm and well over a handful. She wears great underwear and is just plain sexy. Amanda looks good too. She is actually quite short and has lots of curves. Her breasts are huge, her waist is tiny. Her nipples are hard, pink and round. At this point Mac starts to talk about the size of my cock. He tells Amanda he has seen it and it is "huge". While continuing to fondle Amanda's breasts, Josie agrees and says "it's a good size", I am a little surprised by the focus on me and agree to show them my cock. The girls are standing face to face when Mac "helps me" by yanking down my shorts. He actually briefly grabs my cock and pulls me to fully face the girls. It happened so quickly that I do not have time to pull away or object. Resigned to the situation I allow the others to inspect my penis. I am sure everyone compared the two cocks on display. I did not think mine is huge but it is bigger than Macs. By this time I am really drunk and horny and really want to continue this upstairs in one of the bedrooms but Josie seems reluctant. I am a little surprised by this as Josie has a bit of a past. Although she is much younger than me, she is after all a very hot young woman. Before we met (and in the spirit of adventure) she indulged in a variety of activities that totally outclass anything I have done. Josie announces that she is really tired; she has had too much to drink and wants to go to bed. She grabs me by the hand and leads me to our bedroom. I feel like a kid who has had his candy taken away. I really wanted this to continue. I am really horny. I am disappointed but enthralled as the two women walk up the stairs ahead of me. Mac and I exchange glances and gawk happily as our women walk up the stairs naked providing us with an excellent view. I want to follow Amanda and Mac into the spare room but somehow end up in my own bed with my girlfriend who is definitely going to sleep. I try to get Josie interested in sex. I am desperately horny. She is having none of it and lays there in a drunken stupor. I am rubbing her ass and telling her that I am wide awake, she mumbles that I should let her sleep and that I should go see what Amanda and Mac are doing. What? I rolled over and lay on my back staring at the ceiling with my cock throbbing. Was she serious? Did I hear that correctly? She was really drunk. Maybe she thought they were still partying downstairs? I contemplate my situation for a few moments. I am so turned on I am playing with myself. By this time Josie was gently snoring. Fuck! What should I do? I can hear a low thumping noise that is gradually becoming faster and louder. It is the headboard in the spare bedroom banging against the wall. I think to myself how much this sucks and I am pissed off at Josie for going to sleep. Fuck it! I should go to the spare room and join them. The banging suddenly stops. I decide to go to the bathroom and see what is going on. I quietly get out of bed, my stomach twists in horny anticipation and my heart is beating rapidly. My cock is throbbing from the night's circumstances and it bobs in front of me as I walk down the hall. Mac is in the bathroom. The door is open. "Hey Man!" I say. Mac answers "Hey". He is leaning against the sink facing the mirror. His cock is beginning to go flaccid; it is still shiny with moisture. The door to the spare bedroom is open. I cannot see Amanda but I know she is in there, I can feel her presence. I know that she will be waiting. They have been making love and it looks like Mac is already finished. She is in there and she is wet and ready. I swallow my nervousness and clear my throat. Mac looks at me. His eyes move down to my cock. I am over stimulated. I am half hard and my cock juts out from my body at a 90 degree angle. Precome is dripping from the tip. It is throbbing with need and involuntarily twitches and bobs slightly. Mac seems transfixed by it and continues to stare as inexplicably it begins to grow. Soon I am pointing straight up and I am painfully hard. Our silence is uncomfortable, I have to end this. I have to ask for what I want. I am so worked up my voice almost cracks. I cannot meet his eyes, "Do you mind if I go in and see Amanda?" He seems surprised at my request, his eyes drop to the floor; he hesitates and then mumbles "uuhhh.......go ahead". I leave him standing there and softly move into the darkened bedroom. I move to the bed and slide under the covers with Amanda. She makes a soft sound and snuggles her backside into me. My cock nestles into the crack of her ass. She is smooth and warm. She notices and makes a slight sound of pleasure as she grinds it against my cock. "Wow! She says ready again?" She rolls over and kisses me while grasping my cock. It is now that she realises I am not her husband. She gasps and pulls back and whispers "Tim?" "Yes", I answer. "Mac said I could come in". I kiss her. At first her lips are pressed together. I place my hand on her hip and pull her tight against my crotch. My cock makes contact with her stomach, I grind against her. Gradually her resistance falters. Her lips part slightly and my tongue slips into her mouth. Her hand rests on my back and it slowly slides down to my ass to pull me tighter against her. She begins to move her hips in time with my movements. I will not have another chance like this in a long time. I want to enjoy her to the fullest. I don't know how much time I have or even where Mac went. He did not come into the room with me. Did he go and try to wake up Josie? I don't know. I reach down and place my hands on those fabulous breasts. She's really into it now. She forces my head down and I suckle and lick them. I squash my face between them. My thigh is rubbing against her crotch. She is wet and open. She is moaning as I pinch her nipples. Where is Mac? I slide my right hand down to her crotch. She is super wet and slippery. Did Mac cum in her? She moans and humps my hand as I slide my finger into her. She is so ready! I keep fingering her as I lick and kiss her breasts. Every so often I move up to kiss her and she is really into it now. Her tongue is in my mouth. She has reached down and grasped my cock. I slide two fingers into her. She begins to make small gasping sounds. She is getting louder and louder! I am fucking her with my fingers and she is thrusting back at me. She is squeezing my cock. I cover her mouth with mine and she moans into my mouth as she bucks on the bed. I disengage and move up her body until my cock is in her face. She knows what I want as she scoots down and starts to suck me. She takes me deep and gags then begins to suck. Once I am really wet I pull my cock from her mouth. I sit on her chest and wrap my cock with those meaty tits. She holds her boobs together so I can fuck them. I thrust as she helps me. Every so often I extend my stroke and push it into her mouth. I look up and notice Mac finally standing inside the door. I don't say anything to him; I just want this to go on forever. I hope Mac will join us. I hope he wanted to see this because I really need to fuck her now. I am not sure why he is allowing this to happen, why he allowed her to throw herself at me. Why he even encouraged it. I don't know if she knows he is watching but I move down and position myself between her legs. She arches her back and mashes her breasts against my chest. I place the head of my cock against her opening; she is now rhythmically moving her hips against me. She is really wet. I slide the head in and she gasps. She is tight. I can feel her stretching around me and she is also sooo wonderfully slick and warm. Mac had to have cum in her. I gradually work it inside of her and she whimpers and gasps. Finally I am fucking her! I move so our crotches grind together and really focus on going deep. I penetrate her to her core. She s pulling me into her now and we are going faster and faster. Her big tits are rolling with each thrust; I lower my torso so that I can feel her nipples grazing my chest. She looks so sexy, lying there under me, taking my pounding . I feel a need building deep within me, I want to possess her and control her; I want Mac to see what I am doing to her. Somehow I sense that this is what they want. They want me to take her. I am older, I am stronger and more powerful, I lead this pack. I glance at Mac who seems frozen, standing there watching us. His cock is half hard and he is gently manipulating himself. I support myself with my elbows and reach up and grasp a handful of her hair. I pull it forcing her head back, forcing her to cry out and expose her creamy white neck to me, forcing her to arch her back and thrust her breasts out. I lean forward and nibble on her neck. While still holding her head back by her hair, I use my free hand to reach down and grab her ass. Now I control the motion. She is pinned to the bed and I am roughly manipulating her back and forth on my cock. She is helpless. I manipulate her ass and pull her towards me fucking her deep and grinding against her clit. She feels my strength and my control. She knows she is helpless as I fuck her pussy. She starts to moan with each thrust and I can feel her start to convulse, she is gasping, straining against the bed and suddenly my cock is gripped by her twitching pussy. She comes hard and I can feel the warmth of her juices all over my crotch and dripping down my balls. I rise up and roll her over. I position her on her hands and knees. I reach between her legs and gather her juices and spread it over her ass until it is shiny and wet. I massage her luscious ass cheeks and rub my slippery dick all over her. My cock is dripping with her juices. I grab her by the hips and plunge into her. The headboard begins to bang against the wall. She grunts and starts to moan in time with my thrusts. Why isn't Mac joining us? What's wrong? I look over at Mac "come here man, come and join us". He replies "I already came, I'm done for tonight" "What the fuck man!" I said "get over here and let Amanda suck your cock!" Amanda really seemed to like my comments as she began gasping and fucking back at me "come over!" she said. "Na, I'm going downstairs, I am just going to lie down on the couch, you guys have fun" And he left me with his wife. I continued to plough in and out of her. She was grunting as I thrust. They had told me earlier in the evening they were trying for a baby. I knew shouldn't do it. I can't but I want to. I can feel my orgasm building and try to hold it back. Deep down I want to come in her. I want to give her and Mac a baby. I have held my orgasm for so long I can feel sperm leaking out of my cock. I ask her, "Do you want me to cum in you?" She realises I am close but it is too late. "Oh, Oh, Don't!, Not inside me!", I resolve to pull out after one more thrust, she reciprocates and pushes back at me, her big tits are dangling down and they swing back and forth. We continue in this rhythm, both knowing that we need to stop and both of us are unable to. I thrust and pull back; she sighs as she pushes back at me not allowing my cock to leave her grasping pussy. I thrust again and it feels so good! I know she feels the same way. I can feel the heat from deep inside her; she gasps and is suddenly even wetter. Her pussy is clamping down on my cock. I can feel the contractions, I am as deep inside her as I can go, "Oh don't stop, Oh don't" she groans as I explode inside her. She moans and holds me inside of her as I spurt against her cervix. What Have I Done? We slump down together with me still inside of her. After a while she extricates herself and gives me a kiss. "I should go and see how Mac is doing". She pulled away from me and went to find her husband while I slink back to bed. Now it is morning. Does Josie know? Did Mac go into our room last night? Will anyone say anything? Mac seemed pissed off last night. Why did he let me go in there? What was wrong? It seemed like he wanted something to happen, why didn't he join us? I am soooo fucked... What Have I Done? A new story because I can't sleep... 10 more days. 10 more days of being uncomfortable. 10 more days of bland food. 10 more days of being overworked. 10 more days of the heat and humidity. And most importantly, 10 more days of sexual frustration. God, there really is only so much porn a man can consume before becoming numb. ... I've been stuck in a region of the Asian sub-continent, in which I neither speak much of the language, nor fit through any of the doorways. My body aches from tiny furniture, and my mind is becoming weary. And I'm so fucking horny. I have exhausted GBs upon GBs of porn from my hard drive. For whatever reason, I just am not into Asian women. Sure they are beautiful, but I feel no sexual desire towards them. My dick no longer functions properly. Walking through the crowds of these pubescence-imitating ladies is just so frustrating. I long for my bed back home. And my wife. My wife to cuddle and fuck. Well, at least cuddle. But until then, looks like more porn for me. 'Local Asian teens looking to fuck,' sounds like they know their target. Who even clicks on those things? Anyways, time for a drink. ... Where is this bar? Google maps said it was two blocks away. This doesn't seem like the right place. Are those ladies in high school uniforms? No way they're that young... ohh, they are working girls. Wow seems like a lot of working girls around here. God they act like high schoolers. Please stop calling me daddy. - Yes, I'd like a Talisker, 12 year, double, on the rocks. ... Hi, are you here on business? 'Hi. No I am a local. Just looking to be a little social tonight. Where are you from?' Your accent sounds familiar, did you study abroad? I'm from the US. Javon. 'Elaine. Yes, I did my masters in LA.' Very nice. May I buy you a drink? 'Sure. Talisker, 12 year, on the rocks.' ... There's something about this girl. I can't put my finger on it, but she seems so familiar. She's not a little girl. Her dress is provocative, but professional. Her body is curvy, and her cleavage suggests spectacular tits. OK, let's be grown up about it: they are immaculate breasts. Fuck, I'm getting tipsy. And I'm getting pretty horny. ... Wait, am I touching her thigh? When did I put my hand there? Maybe around the 3rd drink? You know, I just bought a Balvenie double cask this weekend. Would you be interested in coming over to try some? 'Sounds great. Let me just visit the ladies room real quick.' ... Nothing's going to happen. You are married and just enjoying the company. The company of a young, beautiful girl. I mean woman. Definitely a beautiful, sexy woman. You will have drinks, talk about the weather and part ways. What's taking her so long? Who is she on the phone with? She's smiling at me. Fuck, what am I getting myself into? "All set?" Yea, I'm just a few blocks over. ... Come on in, please sit, relax. I'll go grab some glasses. 'how long have you been staying here? Do you enjoy the area?' I've been here 2 months now. I did enjoy it, but lately I've been feeling very lonely. Very few people are willing to speak English. 'I can imagine.' ... Her eyes are so deep. She's not wearing those fake colored-contacts. Her lips are so soft. They are glistening. ... Did I just kiss her? Shit, why did I do that? Her lips are so juicy. Maybe I should stop drinking. My head is swirling. And I'm so fucking turned on right now. I can feel her hands unbuttoning my pants. I told myself I wouldn't do this. Maybe we can slow down a bit. I should say that. Why can't I say that? Why am I just letting her grab my throbbing cock? Her hands are delicate, but assertive. I want to feel her tits. But I shouldn't. I'm going to stop this. I will not fuck her. ... Stripping is probably ok, right? I want you to take your clothes off. 'Alright.' Did I really just say that? Her body is so tender. Her curves are raw, soft and warm. I can see the redness in her skin from the humidity in the air. I want to put my lips on her body. She is the sexiest thing I have seen in months. I want her so bad. My cock is throbbing. Now I want you to touch yourself. 'Ok.' She's already wet. I can see her fingers getting moist circling her pussy. She hasn't even inserted her fingers in her pussy, and I can smell the sex on her. She wanted this. She expected this. She knows what she wants; I like it. 'Why don't you come here so I can touch your cock?' No, you're not allowed to do that. I won't let you. I will stroke my own cock. Shit, I can't say that; it sounds crazy. I'm just going to take off my pants and show her my hard cock. She can watch me. She'll like that. ... My fingers are empowered. This isn't like watching porn. I'm a voyeur; I've done this before. My cock knows there is a wet pussy in the room. It wants to show off. It wants to feel her wetness. But I won't. I can't. ... 'Are you going to stand there stroking your cock, or are you going to come fuck me?' I just want to watch you cum for me. 'You know it's all-inclusive, right?' What's all-inclusive? What is she talking about? 'My time. You get all services, except anal.' I didn't realize I'm paying you. 'Don't you want my pussy? It's all yours.' I'm not paying you. I'm not fucking you. I'm married. 'Come here and let me take care of you.' I'm not paying you. I'm not paying her. She's coming closer. Her tits look so luscious hanging down. She's smiling at me. She's seducing me. Her hand is already on around my cock. I'm not going to fuck her, I'm married. 'I saw how you were looking at me in the bar. You knew exactly what you were getting yourself into. You knew I'd fuck you better than your wife.' ... Fuck, her mouth feels so good around my cock. Her lips are moist, and my cock is twitching from her warmth. She thinks she has me under her spell. Her tits look amazing bouncing from her head bobbing. Oh god, she can deep throat. She's smiling. I can hear her giggle. I've heard that giggle before. She knows what she is doing. She's taking what she wants. 'yea, grab my hair just like that. I bet your wife doesn't deep throat like I do.' Fuck, my wife. You need to stop. 'So pushy. You just want to watch, you fucking pervert? Fine, watch me lay back and finger myself.' ... She's definitely showing off this time. She wasn't as comfortable laying there fingering herself earlier. Now she's teasing me. Her moans are calling my cock. Her fingers are mocking me. And my cock keeps twitching along with her hips. She's playing a fucking game, how does she know I like games? ... She's tasting herself; trying to make me jealous. She does really seem to enjoy her taste. I bet she tastes nasty. Like a fucking prostitute. But she is hotter than any porn star I've ever seen. What if I have just one taste? But I won't fuck her. I will not fuck her. 'Stop drooling, you pervert. And come eat my pussy.' ... Why am I following her commands like an eager schoolboy? At least take your hand off your cock. Calm down. ... 'That's it, put your tongue on my clit.' But she tastes pure and innocent. She's already dripping, and I can taste her getting even wetter. My cock is getting harder; it's starting to overwhelm me. She tastes of something I long desired. Something illicit and immoral. ... She's watching me lick her cunt. I can see the intensity in her eyes; that desire looks all too familiar. She wants me, and my cock wants her. I need a fucking drink. Why can't I just stay out of my head and fuck her like I've always wanted? Because it's wrong. ... 'Come here and fuck me.' That's something I've wanted to hear from her for years. No. Say no. I want to say no. Keep saying I won't fuck her. Tell her no. ... Ooh, she is so wet. My cock is sliding in so easily. I can feel how young she really is. As if I'm her first. She may look older, but she's just an innocent little girl. With a tight cunt. A cunt my cock is not allowed to have. ... I can feel her nails digging into my back. I can taste her sweaty skin on my lips. I can hear her breathing heavily. I can feel her inching closer and closer to me, like she's wanted it ever since she's known me. Her legs are wrapped around me really tight. She's trying to get me deeper inside her pussy as if this will never happen again. Because it can't. ... My cock is feeling tighter. I'm getting closer. I can hear her moans. I can feel the smirk on her face. I can't open my eyes, I can't bear to see her face. Her pussy feels so good. 'I want you to cum inside me.' ... Tightness. Flashes of white. Spasms. Lightheadedness. ... I'm coming, Emily. Come with me. 'fill me up baby.' Come with me, Emily. ... The colors are re-appearing. Muscles are relaxing. My body feels limp. I can still feel her soft neck flesh on my lips. ... 'You really do love your wife.' What? Huh? SHIT, I fucked up. I fucked her. I cheated on my wife. Fuck. Shit, you need to leave. Now. 'My name is Elaine.' Shit, I fucked up. No. I don't fucking care. There's money in my slacks, take it and get the fuck out. 'I want to hear you say my name.' What the fuck are you talking about? Get out. Just take my fucking money and leave! 'Why won't you say my fucking name?' ... Oww. Numb. Ok... feeling. And now pain. Oww, my cheek will be red tomorrow. Did she just slap me? What the fuck is going on? ... I don't know your fucking name. Take your money, get the fuck out! 'Asshole. I'm Elaine, not Emily. Go fuck yourself.' What does my sister have to do with anything? Get out! ... I fucked up. I ruined my marriage. 10 more days. 10 more days to live with my guilt. 10 more days till my life unravels completely. 10 more days of masturbating to memories of Emily... I mean Elaine. Shit, I really fucked up. What Have I Done: The Morning After **NOTE: This is a continuation of What Have I Done. Please read the initial installment for clarity. The next morning I awoke to beams of light cascading from the hotel window directly into my eyes. I turned my head away from the window and saw my daughter's hair sprawled out in front of me. It took me a moment to adjust to where I was. And then, just like that, the moments from the night before came flooding back to me. Moans. Grunts. Fucking. Ramming. Little fucking tits, oh fuck yeah and almost getting caught by my wife, oh fuck! I felt myself growing hard in remembrance and reflexively started mashing my thick cock into the bunched up sheet which lay beneath me as I replayed the previous evening in my mind. Dad, please don't come in me, she had pleaded. I was pretty sure I ignored that request. I vaguely remembered a small percentage of me wanting to respect her desires, but the majority of my brain (and let's be honest, my cock) was focused on the suctioning force of her tight pussy. Ohhh yeah it was, my cock reminded me, forcing my attention back towards my daughter. I peeled up the sheet which covered her smooth ass and thighs and saw the evidence -- my dried seed amongst her inner thighs -- where it had oozed out post-coitus. God, I am a sick deviant, I thought to myself, where did this come from? It was as though seeing my daughter engaged in a sex act had awoken some primal monster in me, and I had no knowledge of how to suppress it. Nor did I want to. Just then I heard the whining of a shower being turned on, and I recognized what must've woken me in the first place: my wife closing the bathroom door to get a jump start on her morning ritual, which usually involved showering, shaving and god knows what else. I certainly didn't care as long as she took her time. I needed to feel myself in Gabby again, but I knew she was likely upset, so I'd need a bit of wiggle room. So, wiggle I did. I slid up right behind her so my throbbing cock was pressed against her ass crack. Ho, I couldn't help but moan. Oh yeah. I felt her tense up immediately and instantly regretted being so forward. I placed my left hand on her left hip and squeezed it affectionately. "Gabby?" I whispered. She didn't respond. I rubbed my hand up and down her hip, gently, to let her know I knew she was awake. "It's okay, baby," I whispered, kissing her neck. "It's all right." I continued rubbing the smooth skin of her hip. "Daddy's not going to hurt you. I lost control last night. And I'm sorry." She said nothing. "It's just that you're so beautiful," I said, kissing her neck again and tracing my tongue along her shoulder. I put my hand back on her hip and tickled the smooth skin again. "So beautiful," I whispered. I probably would've been able to keep it together had it not been for that silky smooth thigh. I gripped onto her hip and once again pressed my covered cock to her bare ass, causing her to flinch and pull away again. "Gabby," I whispered reassuringly, "I told you everything is okay. I was out of control last night, but I'm in control now, okay?" She still didn't respond, but I felt her tension subside somewhat. Which was miraculous, really, because I was in no more control now than I was the previous night. Perhaps I was a little more determined and calculating this morning, but certainly still unable to think about anything except her pussy. I moved my hand from her hip to the warm depths of her inner thighs. I avoided direct contact with her most intimate parts, hoping the outer stimulation would propel her to force my fingers onto her clit and into her sweet hole, manipulatively assigning her a portion of responsibility in the act. Sure enough, after 5 or so minutes of slow tickling of the outer and inner thighs, she slightly opened her legs to grant me further access. I continued to rub her inner thighs without making contact with her outer lips. She started moving her hips around trying to catch my fingers in her slit. I appeased her slightly and ran one finger all the way up to the nub of her clitoris, then I massaged either side of the bud. "Ohhhh," she moaned. "Yessssssssssss." That's what I was waiting for. I pulled down my boxers to my knees and positioned my cock at the entrance to her hole. She turned her head towards me and I covered her mouth with mine, pushing my shaft up into her long canal. "Mmph," she moaned into my mouth. I moved my hands up to her breasts and cupped her left breast as I kissed her passionately, my cock still stuffed in her to the hilt. When I could take it no longer, I started to pull myself in and out of her. It was heaven. We moaned and kissed in each other's mouths as our bodies slid together. I alternated between her breasts and her pussy, being sure to grant each the attention of my hands. And when she reached back to cup my balls, I knew we'd transgressed the perverted relationship I'd initiated the previous night. We were lovers. Lovers, oh... That got me hot. I started ramming into her harder, feeling her hot stickyness engulf my cock. "Oh yeah, baby," I said. I could feel the explosion approaching, and I didn't know how I was going to curb it, so I just started to go with it. The mounting pleasure before the peak was like nothing I'd ever felt. I focused on the velvety folds of her cunt, sliding my shaft in and out, pushing in, pulling out Oh yeah, oh yeah here it comes, fuck it's going to be a big one, oh yeah, FUCK- And then the bathroom door opened. Fuuuuck. I hadn't even heard the shower stop. But when my wife walked out of the bathroom, I was too far gone. I couldn't hold back and nor did I care to. I locked eyes with my wife, her jaw dropped to the floor, as I grunted and groaned my climax into our daughter. She watched, horrified, as I expelled the longest and best ejaculation of my life into our child, squeezing her perfect breasts as I released. As Gabrielle and my moans subsided, my cock softened and slipped out of her sweet canal. The three of us sat in silence staring at each other. Fuck.