7 comments/ 159201 views/ 9 favorites Becky Ch. 01 By: luvdabutt Everyone in this story are creations of the author. They are all 18 years of age. This is the first part of a trilogy titled Becky. Feedback is appreciated. I used to come home and jack my dick everyday. I was usually the first one to come home, and I always used my quiet time to pleasure myself. Since my wife had become born again, my quiet time was all I had sexually in my life. As soon as I started hearing that if I wanted to have sex, I better want another baby, I knew my sex life was over. I had no intention of having another kid, when my youngest was still in high school. About six months ago, my afternoon ritual would change. My wife had decided to work at the church in the evening. That made me happy for some reason. The less I saw of her the better. Mind you, I don't hate my wife, but I do hate getting a sermon every time I cuss, or have a drink in my own home. To be honest, I think she is still hoping that she can covert me to her way of thinking. Perhaps that is why I still love her. The woman worries for my soul, and I do appreciate it. After all, I am surely going to burn in hell. I had come home early one afternoon and went down stairs to my office to give the beast in my pants a stroke. I don't use lotion, I just give it the old spit polish and as usual I sat down in my chair and turned on my PC. I called up my favorite porno that had the cutest little teen giving a guy a hand till he blows his nut all over her tits and face. I am a big man down there, not overly long, but very thick, and the idea of some young hussy giving me a hand job with her tiny little hands just turned me on. Every time I watched the video, I would wish that my wife and I were young again at the drive-in. The girl comes into the room with a little skirt on, and a top that is three sizes to small. She tells the man behind the camera that her name in Megan and that she is ready to make a little cash for school. That is when the video gets good. The little blonde bimbo begins to strip, fondling her perfect C cup tits through the shirt, and then taking it off. Then she bends over to reveal the tightest little ass I have ever seen squished into a very cute little pair of cotton panties. After flashing her perfectly shaved little snatch, the pulls them off and lets the man behind the camera get a great shot of the wet little love tunnel before she turns around and gets on her knees for the best part of the show. The guy behind the camera films her as she pulls out his long thin cock. She smiles, and tells him that it is beautiful as her hands fondle the partially soft tool. She spits on the tip and begins stroking it, holding it so close to her face that at any given time, you think she is going to put in her mouth. Every so often, she puts the tip in her mouth without touching it with her lips, flicking her tongue at the tip. The guy behind the camera moans as she works up speed with her little hand, only pausing to tap it on her lips or rub it on her tits. I had been watching this video everyday for a long time, and it still just had me gripped. I stroked my cock hard and fast just like the little tramp was stroking the guy in the video. I closed my eyes wishing that it were my cock that she was pleasuring. As the pressure built up inside my balls, I watched as the man began to shake, his knees getting week from the pleasure that the freshman college student gave and as usual, I began to cum as he started to blast ropes of sticky goop across the little blonde's face, she stroked him hard as he pumped what looked like a gallon of sperm across her tits face and tongue. I never tire of that video. I cleaned myself off and went upstairs to get a drink and maybe do a bit of work around the house. I figured that since I was home early I might as well fix some of the things I promised my wife I would do months ago. I poured myself a glass of Pepsi and as I was heading out to the garage for my tools I heard a moaning coming out of the bathroom. Quietly I walked over to the door and saw that it was partly open and I peaked inside trying not too startle whomever was inside. I could see in the mirror that it was my daughter Rebecca in there. Her eyes were closed and she was leaning back against the toilet with her face toward the ceiling. I couldn't see below her neck, but I could tell by the pleasure on her face that she was masturbating just like I had done. I was never home this early and being that I always take a bus to work, she probably didn't even know I was home. I was so excited by the idea that she had the same habit I did. I felt my balls starting to tingle as blood began to flow toward my recently pleasured cock. Trying to be as quiet as I could I went back down to my office and sat down in my chair. My pants were around my ankles as I began to stroke myself again, I didn't even need the porn video to arouse me this time. I closed my eyes and pictured my sweet young daughter on her knees between my legs with her hand wrapped around my cock, licking the tip as she stroked my dick. I could see her long read hair and her soft pale skin, even the freckles on her nose in my mind. She had just turned eighteen, and because of bad grades she was only in the 11th grade in school. I knew that every guy in her school had to have to hots for my daughter, and up until I saw her face filled with pleasure as she diddled herself, I never even noticed that I had raised my sweet little girl into a beautiful woman. She always wore the latest fashions, but having my wife as a mother also taught her not to be a little slut. I knew my daughter didn't whore around like those little tramps at the mall. The mere thought of my perfect little girl playing with herself made me want to scream. I was now at the no turning back point in my self pleasuring, in my mind I could see her large tits waiting to be cummed on. At the same time I remembered how much her mother liked it when I came on her tits when we dated. (That's another story. Someday I'll tell you about it.) "Oh my god!! Your thing is huge!" I heard my daughter say. At first, I thought I imagined it. But as I opened my eyes I saw my daughter standing in the door of my office staring at my erection with her mouth open. ‘Christ!" I yelled as it dawned on me that she had caught me jacking off. I tried to get my pants on, but as I tried to pull them up I fell to the floor with a thud. I must have been a real site with my bare ass in the air and my face pressed to floor. "Daddy, are you ok?" I felt her had on my back as I struggled to right myself. Once I was on my knees I began to pull up my pants as I started to stand. I felt my daughter's hands pulling on my pants too. The next thing I knew, I was standing in front of my daughter with my still semi erect penis hanging out of my pants as I was buttoning them. "I am sorry Dad." She said as she stared at my dick. "I knew you were home, so I came down to see if you wanted to eat. I opened the door and there you were watching a porno on the computer, and well, I didn't want to interrupt you. The next thing I knew I was in the bathroom playing with myself like you were. I heard you and I thought that you came back down here to call mom, to tell her what a sinner I was. I wanted to try to stop you. I didn't expect to catch you doing it again. I really didn't expect to see your thingy." She looked up at me with her perfect blue eyes and I could she that she was ashamed. I could also tell that she was very aroused, because she was still staring at my exposed cock agan. I made no attempt to put it in my pants as I began to notice the musky smell of desire in the room. "That's all I need, telling your mom you were playing with yourself would just make her crazy. Honey, it's normal that you do, and since she won't let you have a boyfriend, it's only natural that you would try another way to satisfy your sexual urges." I was very aware that I was telling her something that was important. I was also very aware that I was getting a boner once again. Incest was never something that I ever considered before, but all I could see was the beautiful redhead that happened to be my kid standing in front of me. For some reason I couldn't see her as my daughter, and really felt ashamed. I reached out and put my hand on her face and said, "If you don't tell I won't. Besides, I would much rather know that you are being a good girl and not slutting around. Believe me, I would much rather catch you playing with yourself than playing with some little punk that isn't good enough for you baby." I pulled her to me and hugged her to me. My hand stroking her back until rested near her firm little ass. "Umm, Daddy," "Yes pumpkin?" "Your thing is pressing against my belly. It's really hard." I pulled away from her red faced. As I reached down to finally put it in my pants, (I was starting to feel guilty) I heard her breathing heavy. "Can, can I touch it? I've never seen a real one before, but I have seen them in magazines the girls bring into school. Yours is really big Daddy. Can I touch it?" I hate to admit it, but the idea of telling her no only lasted about a second. It had been so long since I actually had a real female touch my dick that I forgot just how much I missed it. I watch her as I nodded stare at my cock, she licked her lips as she reached forward and wrapped her pale hand around it. I could feel the blood pumping in my temple as she lifted it up and visually examined it all. Getting on her knees she moved in for a closer look. "Wait Becky," I said quickly, "what if your mom comes home early?" Without a word, she got up and closed the office door and locked it. "She won't even know we're here. If she's home when we go upstairs, I will tell her we went for a walk." She walked over to the computer and asked, "Can I see the porno that you were watching?" "Umm, sure." I clicked on the icon and the video came up. "I am prettier than her." She said. "Yes you are baby, you are perfect." "My boobs are bigger than her too." "Umm yes they are." She turned to face me and pulled off her old navy tee. Out came her pearly white breast snuggly hidden behind a cute little lace bra. She turned around and said, "Unhook me daddy." I reached out and undid her bra. I could feel how hot her flesh was. The clasp came open and as she pulled her bra off, she leaned back into me with her ass against my still hard penis and said, "Touch hem Daddy, you'll be the first." I could smell lilac in her hair as I cupped my hands around her breast. Her nipples were small and rock hard as I fondled them, and I could feel her pushing back against my cock. Again a brief moment of guilt kicked in and I hesitated. "Becky, we shouldn't." I heard the sound of her zipper being pulled down, then the rustle of her clothing as she wiggled her pretty little ass out of her pants. I felt the tip of my cock touch her bareback and I nearly came right there. I was about to tell her to stop when she said; "I don't want to be the only virgin in school anymore. I can't think of anything but sex anymore. Daddy, I need fucked. I know I do. Please Daddy fuck me. Fuck me like a cheap whore. Fuck me like the little whore mommy is so afraid I'll become." At that moment, I knew that my wife was right about my soul. It needed saving. But at that moment I knew that if I was to spend an eternity in hell, I was at least going to enjoy the trip. She turned around and undid my pants letting them drop to the floor around my ankles. I never wear underwear, so as I took of my shirt I stood completely naked in front of my 18-year-old daughter. I felt her hand wrap around my cock and then begin to stroke it. I pulled her closer and then reach my hand down toward her thin panties and began to rub her mound through them. I heard her take a deep breath as I rubbed her clit through the fabric. Daddy the tip is sticky." She said as she touched the tip with her finger. "I know baby," I said as I slipped my hand into her panties running fingers through her soft pubic hair. When my finger finally found her soaking wet pussy, "it is because I am very horny baby, and your are wet for the same reason." "Oh," she said as she let me pull off her panties and start to kiss her neck. I could smell her hair mixed with the scent of passion as I slowly began to kiss her mouth, slipping my tongue inside. I slowly lowered myself lingering on each nipple as I moved back and forth, nibbling and sucking each and turn. I lowered myself more and kissed her flat belly and then I started to lower her to the floor. Her breathing was heavy as opened her legs and looked down at her beauty. A thin patch of soft red hair outlined her pussy, making me smile. "Are you sure Honey?" I was past the point of no return. I needed to be in her so bad; I think I would have done it even if she said no. "Yes Daddy, I want it. Oh God forgive me, I need it." I began to kiss her tummy again and rub her slit. She moaned as I slid my index finger inside her just enough to make her body jump. I clamped my mouth over her clit and probed it with my tongue, sucking her flesh into my mouth. She tasted so fresh and clean, as I felt her body respond to mouth. I slipped another finger inside her and moved them up and down as I continued my assault on her clit. "Ohhhhhh, Daddy! Ohhhhh, Daddy don't stop!" she panted. I told my soaking wet finger out of her snatch and began to rum her anus. She tensed up for a second, but began to tremble as I brought her to her first orgasm with my tongue. I lifted her legs and begin to rim her asshole with my tongue. Every time I pushed my tongue deeper into her ass she squealed. I kept at it un till I could see that her bum was beginning to open then I placed a finger against it as I went back to eating her sopping wet pussy. She tasted wonderful as I felt her body tense as my finger passed the ring of her ass. "Daddy!! Please Daddy, it feels so good!" Like mother like daughter, I thought. Her mom always liked her played with when I ate her out. I grinned as I looked at my daughter from down between her legs and smiled. The apple didn't fall far from the tree, I could only hope that my daughter never found religion. "Sweetness," I said as I lifted myself up to kiss her nipples. "We can't do more than this. You may get pregnant, we can't have that." I began to kiss her neck as I felt the tip of my cock touch the folds of her cunt. I so wanted to slip myself into her and fuck her until there was no tomorrow. She grabbed my cock and held it firm in place, the tip just inside her velvety hole. "Please Daddy, I need it so bad!" "No, we can't without a condom." "You made me cum Daddy, you need to come too." She was so right. I needed to blow a nut so bad that it was killing me just knowing that couldn't fuck her without taking the chance of making her pregnant. "There are other ways to get off than fucking a girls sweet pussy." "Umm, Daddy, I don't want it in my bum." She paused. "Well, not yet anyway." She smiled at me with her perfect little mouth. She was so fucking hot. "I know I want you to fuck me like you used to fuck Mom. Please Daddy, please." "I said no Becky!" I was sure I got through to her. "I want too, but we can't." She looked over at the computer screen and saw the girl begin to get covered in the cameraman's sperm and she smiled. "Want me to do that too you Daddy?" She pointed to the screen. "I will if you want. Just promise me that you'll fuck me as soon as you get a condom. Okay." I would have promised anything at that moment, and I nodded as I stood up and held my hard cock out for her. She got up on her knees and grabbed it and began to stroke for me. "Rewind it some Dad. I want to make you came at the same time as the video." I did as she told me and watched as she knelt down in front of the screen. The next thing I knew, I was watching my daughter do exactly what the girl was doing on screen. I told her to lick the tip of my cock every time the girl in to movie did. "I like the taste Daddy. Yum!" I wanted her to suck me, but I couldn't ask. I just needed to blow a nut to bad to care how it happened. I felt my legs stating to weaken, but I stood tall as my daughters small hand kept pace with the video. "You wanna cum Daddy, you wanna cum for me like I did for you? I want you to cum Daddy." She said over and over as I looked her in the eye, unable to do more than moan a bit. The girl on the screen giggled as the first jet of cum shot out of the cameraman's dick. I began to cum a second later, splattering my daughter's face with rope after rope of sticky ooze. She jumped at first, then opened her mouth and swallowed the tip of my dick letting it all flow into her waiting mouth. I felt weak as I with each spasm. Still more and more fluid sprayed into her mouth till I was spent. Her tongue played with the slit of my tool before she let it go and let my cum flow out of mouth down her chin to her perfect boobs. She pressed them together so my cum stuck would stick to them both. "Oh wow!" She said. "They don't cum that much in the porno's I see online. You really must have needed to get off Daddy." We cleaned ourselves up and then we took a shower together, but I insisted on no more sex. I was sure that I wouldn't do anything else with her. I think I was sure… That night, I tried to get some from my wife. I had pretty muck given up on her, but I thought it wouldn't hurt to try again. As par the course she refused, called me a pervert and said that she wasn't sure if she could continue sleeping in our bed together. I got up and left the room pissed of and went down to get a glass of Pepsi and watch some TV. When I got to the kitchen I found Becky sitting at the table. She looked like she was waiting for me. "I wouldn't toss you out of my bed Daddy." I looked at her pale face and red hair pilled back in a ponytail. She was so like her mother. Pretty, smart, very blunt, and as much as I hated to admit, the woman I knew I was to spend the rest of my like with. I felt so bad at that moment. I knew that if she offered herself up to me again, she would get fucked. I would fuck her. I wanted to fuck my gorgeous daughter. "I guess you wouldn't." I said as I got to fridge and got out the Pepsi bottle and drank from it. "Daddy, that's gross." "Who are you, my mother." "Ha, real funny Dad." I walked over and sat down at the table. I didn't look at her. I looked at the floor as I took another drink. "Daddy?" "What baby?" "Are you mad at me?" "Why?" "Well, I cornered you today. I wanted it so bad. I would have let you if you wanted. I wasn't worried about get knocked up. I didn't care. I needed it Daddy. And I needed it to be you. I need it to be you. I can't give it to anyone else." "Why?" She looked down at the floor and said nothing. Then she said, "you know my friend Mary?" Mary was a little tramp that lived down the street from us. She was cute as hell, but built like a fifteen year old. She even had braces. I hate to admit, but two years ago, right after my wife had changed her mind about sex, I went to hang out with Mary's dad. We had a few beers and then he decided to crash. I went outside and caught Mary stroking some punk kids dick in there back yard. When he saw me he bolted. Mary was two years older than my daughter, but they were close anyway, and I remembered thinking about how tight her little ass was. The next thing I knew, I had Mary bent over the picnic table in their yard. She was so tight, and I was so horny. I never said a word to her as I lifted up the skirt she wore. I said nothing as I finger her little blonde pussy. I never said anything as I bent her over the table and took her virginity. I raped her. "Why?" I was feeling sick. Becky Ch. 01 Author's note: This is to be a series of short stories centered around two main characters. Becky and William, her father. It is a story about a woman who for numerous reasons as I'll later explain, has been sheltered by an overbearing mother, and a father who allowed it to occur and who allowed himself to be equally bullied by his wife. The mother dies, the daughter having reached the legal age of consent and maturity, embarks on a journey of self-discovery no longer shackled with restraints, nor fearing her father's disapproval either. There is resentment towards him for his lack of support and the torment she felt she emotionally received, even though William didn't directly participate, or have much say in her upbringing. It is my hope as these short stories evolve, that you'll enjoy them and let me know what you think as I continue on with an ongoing series of these, purposely touching on several of the differing genre's as the story enfolds. As always, your feedback, comments and votes are always appreciated. Becky – One Carla had died in a sudden and tragic car accident. His wife of almost twenty some years, leaving William and his only daughter Becky to fend for themselves. A task that would prove even more daunting than either one of them could possibly imagine. William would be the first to admit, Carla had been domineering, especially when it came to her ideals and beliefs when raising a daughter. He had very little say in Becky's upbringing. Homeschooled, sheltered, and overprotected by a mother that felt she was doing the best thing for her daughter. Keeping her from being exposed to the wicked world that everyone was now living in. Years ago there had even been a brief discussion of sending Becky off to be raised in a girl's school, but that notion was soon discarded the moment Carla had read an article on how some young women, who were denied the friendship of boys in those places, ended up turning towards lesbianism. Another abomination of the sexes in her eyes, and one she wasn't about to risk her own daughter in becoming. From that time forward, Becky was raised, taught and guarded against the reality of life. And not too surprisingly, Becky resented it, hated her mother, and began to likewise dislike her father for never really supporting her, or making any real effort whatsoever when it came to taking her side on any given issue. It was only two weeks until her eighteen birthday when her mother was killed. Sadly, Becky felt no remorse over her mother's death, nor had she been looking forward to turning eighteen either. Her mother had even had a hand in her life after that, though Becky would no longer be legally bound by her parent's wishes or desires. And had it not been for the sizeable trust that had been set up for her years ago, and now fattened considerably even more so now due to the insurance money she had likewise just inherited. She'd have left home, and gone out on her own. As it was, for her to claim any of it, beyond a small stipend of a monthly allowance, Becky was required to remain living in their home until she reached the age of twenty-one. The way Becky saw it, "|What was three more years of virtual imprisonment?" Though the upside to that was, with her mother gone, and no longer in fear of her mother's rules, or wrath, she figured she could now do pretty much whatever she pleased, and do whatever she felt like doing. The stupid, idiotic stipulations as written into the trust agreement that she had to live with, were things she felt she could work around, whether her father liked it or not. He hadn't been a harsh task-master with her anyway, not like her mother had been. Far from it. But she held, and had no respect for him either. As long as she didn't violate any of the conditions of the trust, she could put up with some of the silly, simple rules, and more importantly, avoid any confrontations with her father. Though growing up, the last thing her father ever wanted to be involved in, was some sort of emotional confrontation, he avoided things like that, like the plague, always finding an excuse, or a reason to be somewhere else when it happened. Though Becky certainly wasn't homely, she wasn't exactly beautiful either. Had it been during the time of the Renaissance, she'd have been considered voluptuous. Sure, she could stand to lose a few pounds, who couldn't? She had large thighs, "big-boned" as was her family. She likewise had large breasts, larger than she would have preferred in fact, and planned on having a breast reduction one day when she could afford to do it, and when no one could tell her whether she could or she couldn't. Her eye-sight was poor, requiring the need for glasses, another future operation she also planned on having done when she was once again able to afford it and do so. She had worn absolutely no makeup whatsoever, and really had no idea how to apply it to make herself look at least a little better, and had finally given up trying. Content to work with the aspects of herself that she could, her light brown hair for one, which she cut short, as it was far easier to style and keep up with. Her clothing for another, which was basically the first thing she went out and did to change the person she had been, into the person she was trying to find. She knew her father wouldn't be happy with some of the things she had purchased, though even then she hadn't gone too far off the deep end, just enough to make it obvious she was doing what she now wanted to do for a change, whether her father liked it or not. "It's a beginning," she said to herself as she stood looking at herself in the mirror. It was the first pair of bikini panties she'd ever owned as she admired herself, even if her ass was perhaps a bit larger than she would have preferred. She still thought she looked reasonably good in the much briefer undergarments she'd picked out for herself, along with the much lacier, dainty black bra, a color she'd never, ever been allowed to wear, let alone anything more than a full, wired, very uncomfortable, stiff-pointed bra, like her mother had constantly chosen for her, and required that she wear. She turned once again, looking at herself in the mirror. She was pleased with what she saw, though her waist was perhaps a bit thicker than she would have liked, or that her breasts again were too large for even for her own tastes. She liked the way she looked, even if the few boys she actually did know, wouldn't look at her, or see her in that way. But all that was about to change. Becky might have been naive about a great many things. Especially when it came to boys. But...she wasn't stupid either. If anything, she had a better than average intelligence, and had been wise enough to learn what she could, when she could, especially with regards to sex. Though what she now had were more questions, than she had answers for. But part of her mission now, was to change all that. And the first thing on her list, was to once and for all...see a naked man, and find out what all the big fuss was about with regards to that. ** Becky didn't own, nor had she ever learned how to drive a car. Another way her mother had ensured having some control over her while growing up. The one, tinny-weenie enjoyment in life for her when she had turned sixteen, her first ever date, though her mother had been reluctant even then to allow it. But only then with her father going along as chaperone. The three of them sharing the front seat of the car at the drive-in movie, a "G" rated movie no less, though it was far better than anything she'd been allowed to see up until now. Never any TV, of any kind...and movies that only her mother condoned and approved of, and even then...only once a week. And only if she had finished all her studies to her mother's approval. Which wasn't all that often. So going out to an actual drive-in movie, with a boy...even with her father present, was just about the best gift she had ever been given. To her surprise, her father had left them in order to use the restroom midway through the movie. And though he wasn't gone very long, she had secretly taken advantage of the opportunity she'd been given, surprising her one and only true friend, and childhood companion, who she'd invited along. She had suddenly and without rhyme nor reason, leaned over, kissing him. Her first ever stolen kiss as brief as it was. But she hadn't stopped there either, curious about herself, and about some of the feelings and changes she'd been going through, learning only enough through the borrowed, secreted away magazines she'd managed to smuggled into her bedroom, Becky had taken poor Bobby's hands, and had placed them on her sweater covered breasts. It was again the first time that anyone besides herself had ever touched them. Though at the time, she didn't know...it was also the first time that Bobby had ever touched a girl either. It wasn't much, especially as her father appeared a minute or two after that. But it had left her feeling light-headed and giddy. She had gone home after the movie with her father, and as she'd so recently begun doing, had fallen asleep with one of her pillows nestled between her legs, rocking against it, until the "tingly's" came as she called them. Falling asleep shortly after that. And now, here she was, eighteen years old today. About to go out on her first ever date with a boy, and this time without a chaperone. And ironically enough...it was with Bobby again too. And this time, she hoped he'd do a lot more than simply put his hands on her breasts for less than a moment. ** William stood in the window looking out with mixed emotions. Though pleased that his daughter was about to go out on her first ever real date, his fears for her safety, and more importantly, her virtue remained foremost on his mind. He'd allowed the date with Bobby, though only because he knew and was familiar with the boy, and his parents. And though he didn't have much say anymore as to which friends his daughter chose to see or go out with, the three major restrictions built into the trust fund, were designed to control her even then. Curfew at eleven, period. Unless she was being chaperoned by an approved adult, or by himself. Two, that Becky maintain at least a B+ grade level in her studies, including the college she would soon be enrolled in, another requirement. Though Becky had in fact never earned anything less than an A, even when she was being homeschooled until such time as she was required to attend high school, where she easily maintained her grades. The third one was the one that even William was uncomfortable with. Becky was to remain a virgin until she had reached the age of twenty-one. Her mother had even gone so far as to go with her during her physical examinations to ensure that she still was. The only exception to that particular rule being, if she was asked to be given away in marriage before that time, and only then with her parents full approval. Becky never knew that this was one point her father had insisted upon, in the event that some boy did come along, and actually ask her to marry him before she had turned twenty-one. Carla hadn't liked the idea, but had given into it at William's insistence. One of the few things she had ever given into, that and the idea of his chaperoning her on her sixteenth birthday. That had been his idea, and insistence on as well. They had had quite a brew-ha-ha over it after that. But it had been worth it, seeing the look of joy and pleasure in his daughter's eyes that night. A look he hadn't seen very often. And though she never knew it had in fact been his idea to go with her, her mother had made it sound as though it had been her idea to begin with, and that her father had reluctantly gone along with the whole thing. William didn't mind so much, just the look on her face when she found out she'd actually be going out with a boy had been worth all the heart-ache and grief he had suffered for it afterwards. But as far as her being a virgin, and remaining one...he could only hope that Becky would be intelligent enough to keep it that way, without his having to actually ensure that she was. The terms of the trust were unbreakable and binding. Basically she had three strikes, and she was out. Out of the money rather, which would then be given over to a charity that her mother had previously set up in the event that Becky ever did that. Even William couldn't do anything about that, he had foolishly signed off on the very same documents himself, under the penalty of losing his monthly, sexual privileges with his wife, such as they were at the time. He watched his still young, innocent naive daughter drive off with Bobby for the night out...until eleven anyway, hoping for the best as she did. He then turned, wandering back into his private study, opening the floor-safe he had hidden inside there so many years ago now. A safe that even Carla never knew existed. And from it, he withdrew one of many X-rated video's he had long ago stashed away. It had become for him, even while still married to Carla, his one and only real pleasure in life. And though even now, still feeling a bit guilty and ashamed, he inserted the disc into the player, locking the door behind him, and began removing his clothes. ** "Turn here!" Becky suddenly shouted, scaring the hell out of Bobby when she did that. He hit the brakes a little too hard, tires squealing as he made the sudden unexpected turn. "But this is the road up towards the lake. I thought you wanted to go into town and see a movie!" He questioned, now thoroughly confused. "And we'll never reach the lake, or get you back home in time if we go up there," he added to that, the car already slowing as though expecting to turn it around again any moment now. "Fuck the movie!" Becky spat, enjoying the sound of the word, one she had only used in private, and never amongst company, especially a boy. Even Bobby was surprised at her uncharacteristic vulgarity. "And we're not going to the lake either," she informed him. "Then where ARE we going?" "We're going someplace secluded, where I can have a look at your cock!" Once again Bobby hit the brakes, stopping in the middle of the roughly paved, two lane road. "What the hell's gotten into you?" He asked almost worriedly, looking at her, his hands tightly gripping the steering wheel. "Why are you acting like this?" He added. "Because I'm eighteen, and I can," she responded back, now glaring at him. "Now, you interested in showing me your cock? Or not? If you're not, you can turn around right now and take me home again," she threatened. Bobby sat for a moment longer, still unsure of what to do here, wondering briefly if Becky wasn't messing with him, teasing him for no good reason, realizing just as quickly she wasn't. "Well?" He started moving forward again, inching forward. "There should be a place," he told her now looking through the windshield off to the right on her side. "There's an old dirt road, used to go up to some camp grounds before they closed them due to lack of funding a couple years ago. No one comes up here anymore, all the best spots are now up by the lake since they opened that up." Becky was looking too, spotting the almost hidden turnoff before he did. "There!" She exclaimed pointing excitedly. Bobby easily made the turn, following what now became a somewhat rutted dirt-road, but passable as long as he drove slowly. "Just ahead now," he remarked after driving further for another five minutes or so. Even then they almost missed it. Others had indeed been here, no doubt using it for the same purposes that it appeared they would be. What was once a locked gate and fence had been broken into and moved away. And though tall stalks of wild wheat grass obscured the entrance, the fact it was even standing gave them some assurance that no one else was here, or had even been here in quite some time. Surprisingly, there were still a number of picnic tables in reasonably good shape, the ground still barren in places as Bobby found a spot hidden behind and beneath a couple of tall trees, further obscuring them from the dirt road. It also had the additional advantage of placing them in position to get out in a hurry if they had to, as well as seeing any one else approaching them where they sat. "Ok," Becky said, sitting back at an angle in her seat, resting her shoulder against the door, facing him. "Take it out...let me see it." "Jesus Becky!" Bobby stammered nervously, sort of fumbling with his belt buckle and zipper, though in no real hurry to do so. "I'm not even...you know," he stammered again, looking at her almost pleadingly. "Hard?" She actually chuckled, now smiling at him. "That's ok. In fact, I'd prefer that it wasn't. I've never even seen a guys prick before," enjoying the sound of that word too as she likewise used it for the very first time aloud. "I want to see one soft, and then see it grow, so hurry up...take it out before it actually does grow!" She all but demanded. Having finally managed to get his jeans unbuttoned, and zipper down, Bobby hurriedly yanked both his jeans, along with his jockey shorts down below his knees. Becky sat staring at his obviously flaccid member, which showed absolutely no signs of growing at all. She had even raised her eyebrows upon seeing it. "That's it?" "What do you mean...that's it? Fuck!" He then added actually ready to reach down and pull his pants back up again. "See? That's why guys don't like exposing themselves until they're hard first," he grumbled. He was at best three inches in length, if that...and with the coolness of the night air, he was about to be even smaller than that here in a second or two. "So make it hard then," she mused expectantly. "Play with it." Bobby tried doing that, stretching and stroking his soft cock simultaneously, but his nervousness, and shyness of sitting there in front of her like this wasn't going very well. "It's not working...not happening," he said simply, looking at her apologetically. "I'm sorry...I guess I'm just too nervous, and besides, normally..." he left off saying, once again seemingly stumped for words here. "Normally what?" Becky pressed. "Normally, whenever I jack-off, I've got something to look at, or think about, I just can't do it like this." Once again Becky smiled. "Would it help if I let you see my tits?" Now Bobby smiled. "Well, it certainly won't hurt. But yeah, I think that could do it," he grinned again hopefully. Becky had planned on doing that anyway, eventually. It was the whole reason she had worn her new black lacy bra, so she could show it off, and then her tits. Wearing a black lightweight pullover sweater with a matching black and white checkered skirt, she reached down, crossing her arms, grabbing the hem and in one fell swoop, pulled the sweater up and over her head, tossing it into the backseat when she did. "That better?" Bobby was staring, smiling. And though her tits were still covered up by the bra, there was just enough hint of flesh, and nipple peeking through the lacy pattern to send signals down to his still soft, floppy cock. It was the first good sign that things might indeed be going the other way since they'd first got here. "Some," he ventured, toying with his cock again at least. "But things might go a lot faster, if you take off the bra." Becky reached around behind her back, undoing the clasp, though in no big hurry to remove it from her breasts either. Still keeping herself covered even as the straps fell away. After she had teased him a bit longer having done so, she finally took it off the rest of the way, likewise tossing it into the back seat along with her sweater. "Wow!" Bobby exclaimed excitedly, now staring at her very large, somewhat heavy looking bare breasts. Truth be told, Becky had never much cared for the way her breasts looked. She'd managed to see a few women's, some in school during gym class, and some others in men's magazines, though they all seemed too picture perfect. Even then, she hadn't seen anyone that had nipples, or rather areolas as large as hers were. And it had embarrassed her when she'd first actually exposed them in front of the other girls. One or two, even nodding, or pointing her way, whispering. Her areola's were so large, they all but covered the entire front of her fat rounded breasts, not to mention the almost over-sized nipples she had, a good finger-width thick, protruding at least a quarter inch or more when un-aroused, and easily a half inch or more when they were. Becky hefted up her own breasts, cradling them within her arm, though tweaking one of her nipples with her finger tips, much to Bobby's enjoyment. Becky Ch. 01 "So...you like my tits huh?" She asked, pleased now to see that Bobby's cock was indeed growing, and getting a bit bigger by the moment from what she could see. A fact that honestly took her by surprise too, as she'd been expecting it to simply get hard, though basically remain somewhat the same size in length that it had been, not fully understanding the mechanics of the male member at all. "I guess you do," she said softly, watching as it truly began to enlarge now. "Can I...can I, touch it?" She asked. "As long as you'll let me touch you," Bobby countered, his eyes obviously fixated on Becky's breasts, though why he found them so alluring, considering the fact she personally didn't think her tits were pretty at all, escaped her. Not when so many other girls had either 'perky' or nicely sized/shaped breasts. Sporting what she knew was a triple D, breasts though full, hung heavy against her chest. Becky would have easily failed the pencil test, in fact...she could have failed a whole box of pencils had anyone attempted to do that. "Ok," she found herself saying instead, too curious to try and reason out Bobby's logic, or worry about what he might be thinking. She knew what she was thinking, she wanted to hold a cock...Bobby's cock. She wanted to play with it, sense what it felt like when she touched him. Becky reached over, replacing Bobby's hand with her own, gently fondling it, familiarizing herself with his girth, his length, not to mention the unexpected pleasurable feel she got when doing so. Even her pussy seemed to get considerably moist, more so than usual as she continued fondling his cock. But that also might have had something to do with Bobby playing with her boobs too. Especially when he lightly pinched and pulled on her nipples. Sure...she had touched herself plenty of times, she'd enjoyed the special little thrill that made her nipple's tingle...just not like this. Nor did Bobby's doing it the way he was, make her pussy seem suddenly more wet, more aroused...more tingly than when she did it. Always before, when she masturbated, though to be perfectly honest, she wasn't even sure she was doing that right, or if it could even be called that. She'd get that tingly, almost pleasurable sensation, and then slowly begin to grow numb, which is when she'd usually would stop. Her pussy was WAY tingly at the moment now, and she began to wonder... "Bobby, I want you to do something else for me," she asked. "What?" He asked not really paying attention to what she had to say, too engrossed in actually sitting there playing with a woman's boobs. He didn't want to tell her, but Becky's was the first he had actually been allowed to play with and caress as openly as he was. There had been Marjorie, that one time, at a party. But she had gotten drunk and passed out on the couch, falling over into his lap. When she did, her blouse had parted, revealing the fact she was braless, though she had very small tiny tits with very little need to even wear a bra. He hadn't purposely taken advantage of her either, his hand simply trapped when she toppled over onto him, her right breast literally filling his hand. He'd groped it, maybe twice, and then with help from another friend, reluctantly got her sitting upright again. But that was honestly, the closest he'd ever gotten...up until now. "I want you...to touch my pussy." "No shit? really?" "Yeah, really." Before Bobby could think about it further, or perhaps even change his mind, Becky unzipped the skirt she was wearing, spinning it around, and then pulling it down and off. In moment's she had less on that Bobby did. Only her matching black bikini panties, which she then likewise began to remove. "Oh god! Becky! Please, let me...ok?" Bobby pleaded, already reaching for them, as she lifted her ass off the car seat in order to help him in facilitating that feat. He had soon pulled them down her legs, and then off her ankles, though holding onto them like some sort of pirates treasure. After doing that, he just sat looking at her. Truth be told, it was his first pussy ever too, but what he didn't tell her, was unlike some he had seen in magazine's and video's, hers was the first cunt he had seen that was this hairy. She obviously didn't trim, let alone shave it in anyway. And for a moment, all he could see was this wild, unruly looking thatch of hair between her legs, roughly in the shape of a triangle. "Well? Are you going to touch it? Or not?" She asked worriedly now, as the look on his face wasn't exactly what she'd expected to see. "Ah yeah...just ah, spread your legs a bit more. Yes, that's it," he smiled as she did so, taking it even a bit further now, propping her right leg up onto the dash, and her left bent at the knee resting against the back of the bench seat they were sharing. "Oh yeah, now I can see it," he said without realizing what that might have sounded like, though Becky honestly didn't notice. She was far too aroused herself now, showing herself, displaying herself in this way, something she had never done before. In fact...she hadn't really looked closely at her own pussy. Never once had she looked at it in a mirror, or done anything else to get a good look at it beyond simply glancing down at it from above on occasion. Bobby ran the tip of his finger through her wet juicy folds. It felt good, and she liked it, still holding, and now stroking Bobby's hard stiff cock while he did that, adding extra pleasure to that which she was being given. "Not too far in," she warned as Bobby tried pressing the issue. "I'm still a virgin, and have to stay that way for a while," she explained. "But I like what you're doing on the outside...yeah there, especially right there," she groaned audibly as Bobby's finger just then began twirling on, and about her hard little clitoris. As he did, she marveled at the sensations it brought, she had often enjoyed the feel of her pillow between her legs when she humped against it, rocking against it, but it was never like this! "Fuck! That's good! Keep doing that!" She moaned even louder this time, starting to feel things she had never, ever felt before. "Oh wow!" She exclaimed once again, that's...that's..." Bobby's sudden outburst both surprised and denied her. What was just then beginning to take on a whole new feel to it, turned into an almost cataclysmic disruption as she looked down, feeling a sudden warmth covering her hand. Bobby's eyes were wide in alarm and embarrassment, his prick oozing what looked like to be a lava flow of some sort of white creamy substance. Becky immediately pulled her hand away, looking at it. "What the hell is this?" She asked honestly curious. "What just happened?" "What do you mean, what just happened?" Bobby asked, almost immediately reaching into the glove compartment where he just happened to have a wad of napkins he'd recently shoved in there from his last trip to McDonalds. "You made me cum!" He said, still panting, though obviously overwhelmed and caught off guard by it so soon, and so quickly. "What do you mean...come?" She asked, now feeling a bit self-conscious herself, closing her legs, and already starting to look for her panties, but then giving up, unable to find them. "You know, cum? Climax? Orgasm? That kind of cum?" She'd heard the term orgasm, or rather had read about it in one of the clinical books she had stolen from the library, that and another on masturbation. And though they had given her a general idea of things, they hadn't fully explained to her in such a way that she was able to put two and two together...not having actually experienced any of that. "So that's sperm? She questioned, now curious about it, lifting up her fingers to first smell, and then taste it, much to Bobby's surprise. "Holy shit!" He exclaimed seeing her do that. "I can't believe you just tasted my spunk!" "Spunk?" "Yeah, you know...Jizz, cream, cum...sperm," he added smiling. "Holy shit, what's it taste like anyway?" "You mean to tell me, you've never tasted it?" "FUCK NO!" He almost yelled as though that made perfect sense to her. "Guys don't do that...only girls do. Something about genetics lets them taste differently than guys do. So...what does it taste like anyway?" "If you want to know, taste it yourself," she said holding out her fingers to him, though Bobby declined. "Suite yourself," she finished, licking off her finger, surprised to find that it tasted a bit salty, and sweet at the same time. It was an interesting sensation. "Take me home," she suddenly announced, though they still had well over an hour before her curfew. Bobby had already done himself up however, signaling to her that he was done anyway, leaving her somewhat confused and frustrated, and she sure as hell wasn't going to allow him to touch her, let alone look at her any more tonight anyway. Though perhaps there might be another time, when they could actually try this again. Becky hurriedly dressed, having gathered up her clothing from the backseat, though still unable to locate her panties. Finally giving up even looking for them, she got back into the car, as Bobby started it up, and began making his way back down the dirt filled road towards the highway. ** William was surprised to hear the sound of Bobby's car pulling up in front of the house. It wasn't even ten fifteen yet. Hurriedly, he made his way down the dark hallway from his bedroom where he'd been laying, pleasuring himself again. He'd been well on his way towards his second orgasm of the evening when he heard Bobby's car. Curious, he headed towards the darkened living room, peeking around and between the curtains just as Bobby walked around the car, opening the door so that Becky could step out. At least he was being a gentleman, though why they were home this early still concerned him. Perhaps Becky simply wasn't willing to take any chances, getting home well before curfew, or perhaps the movie wasn't simply worth watching any longer. William stood, watching the two of them head towards the door, and though he had purposely turned off the porch light, unbeknownst to his daughter as to why, there was still sufficient light to see the two of them from the lamp post across the street on the corner. Bobby was considerably taller, at least six feet, as Becky then reached up placing her arms around his neck, standing up on tippy-toe, kissing him! He figured that was to be expected, after all...but then suddenly, causing him to actually gasp out loud, glad he couldn't be overheard, he saw Bobby's hands reach down, cupping his daughter's ass, her skirt bunching up just enough as he did that. Becky wasn't wearing any panties! Bobby and Becky broke their kiss. She turned, inserting her key in the lock. William now racing down the hallway back towards his bedroom again, silently closing the door, though standing there listening. He heard the door open, a soft "Goodnight" spoken, and then the door closing again. For several long moments, he heard nothing else, and then finally heard Becky moving softly, quietly down the opposite hallway towards the stairs, and then taking them up towards her bedroom. William waited a moment more before opening his door again, peering out, and then even more quietly, padding down the hall in his bare feet where he stood at the bottom of the stairs listening. He heard the faint shallow click of her door, telling him that Becky had just locked it, he nearly turned away, back around towards his room, when it dawned on him. She'd never been allowed, nor had she...ever locked it before. To be continued... Becky Ch. 01 "Well fuck you then!" I screamed, slamming the door in my now ex-boyfriend's face. A mumbled, "whatever" hung in the air as Trevor clomped down the stairs of my apartment building. His footsteps faded and I stood at the door trembling as the anger subsided and tears welled up in my emerald green eyes. It took only a few moments to make the transition from soft sobbing to full on bawling. Trevor had hurt me in a way that I'd never experienced, he'd cheated on me. That was something that just didn't happen to Rebecca Marie Davis. It may seem conceited, but my perfect 36-24-36 figure and firm, full double D-cup breasts had always commanded the undivided attention of anyone I was with. From my first steady boyfriend in high school through college and into my twenties I had had my pick of men and was always the one to end the relationship. Beyond the pain of being unceremoniously dumped, was the added insult of his claimed reason. Trevor asserted I wasn't adventurous enough. He wasn't talking about rock climbing or skydiving either; he was talking about sex. I just didn't understand how he could say that. I had willingly indulged all of Trevor's wants, everything from role-playing and light bondage to sex in public places. He especially loved getting head in the car, and truth be told, I liked it too, the honks and hollers from passing motorists as my long auburn hair splayed in Trevor's lap always turned me on. But still it hadn't been enough for him. As I cried myself out, I came to the realization that while the six months Trevor and I had been together had been fun; it wasn't as if he was the love of my life. No my pain and sorrow stemmed from being the one who was dumped. I actually felt a twinge of guilt at having caused this kind of pain to all those boyfriends before. I took only a few minutes to grasp that the easiest way to get rid of the self-pity was to go find someone to forget about it with. A quick shower rejuvenated me and, determined to make my intentions clear, I picked out one of my sexiest outfits. Black seamed stockings encased my long legs and they clipped to a lacy black garter belt. A thin wisp of satin thong covered my freshly shaved pussy, another thing I'd done for Trevor. I slipped into four-inch black patent leather heels before wriggling into the short, tight, black strapless dress. The strapless nature of my dress didn't really lend itself to wearing a bra, but at twenty-six, my heavy chest was still quite firm and the dress provided enough support. I fastened a simple strand of pearls around my neck, and straightened my auburn hair so it draped over my bare shoulders. The club was just a few blocks from my apartment and, even though it was relatively early on a Thursday night, there was a large crowd drinking and dancing. I stopped by the bar and ordered a martini. It arrived with an explanation that the gentleman at the end of the bar had paid for it. It wasn't exactly an original move but I accepted it, holding the glass up in mock toast to my benefactor. Studying him in the dim lights of the nightclub, he looked to be about thirty, well dressed with a bright smile. Picking up a stranger in a bar certainly wouldn't be the most adventurous thing I'd ever done but it was a start. I sauntered over to the stranger and held out my hand, "Hi, I'm Becky." A broad smile formed on his lips and he chuckled as he said, "I'm Vince." "What's so funny, Vince?" He looked me up and down guiltily. "Sorry it's just that you don't look like a Becky. Becky has pig tails, a flannel shirt and cut off shorts, not a slinky black designer dress." "Fine then," I replied with mock haughtiness, "I'm Rebecca." "Now that's better," he said taking my hand. "I'm very pleased to meet you Rebecca. What brings you out tonight?" "I'm just out looking to have a good time. A little drinking, a little dancing, maybe a little something more," I said flirtatiously, resting a hand on his knee. Vince leaned forward and boldly put a hand around my waist. "Why don't we get you another drink then and maybe we can find a spot and work on the other two?" I readily agreed and Vince guided me deeper into the club, finally locating a secluded spot. We dropped our drinks at the table and moved onto the dance floor. The thumping beat resounded through us as we danced, Vince using the opportunity to clutch and grab at my nubile body. As the song ended I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him on the cheek, before striding back to out table. Vince trailed behind me and I was certain he was enjoying the sway of my hips and wondering just how hard he was going to have to work to get me out of the dress. He slid into the booth next to me, slipping his arm around my waist and pulling me closer. I willingly melted into his embrace as my hand caressed his knee. "So Rebecca, you said you were looking for drinking and dancing and a little more," he said. I nodded as he continued, "I was wondering just how much that 'more' would cost me." I struggled to not choke on the sip I had just taken. 'He thinks I'm a prostitute!' The voice in my head screamed as I swallowed hard. After only a moment of panic, a thin smile formed on my lips. My hand slid further up Vince's thigh as I whispered in his ear, "That depends on how much 'more' you want." Her turned to face me, our lips nearly touching, as he calmly and quietly said, "I want to do anything I wish to you for the rest of the night." How was this for adventurous Trevor, I thought as I stroked Vince's cock through his pants and said, "A grand." "That's a lot of money," he said. "And I'm worth every penny," I said just before my lips alit on his. Vince pressed his tongue into my mouth, kissing me hungrily as I stroked his growing cock. I moaned into his mouth when his strong hand came to rest on my chest, squeezing and rubbing my big sensitive breasts. This continued for a few minutes before I pulled away, my heart racing and my panties soaked. "My place is just around the corner," I explained, "and a little more private." Vince nodded in agreement and we walked out of the club and into the warm spring evening. It seemed like it took only moments to cover the few blocks. During our brief walk I learned Vince was thirty and in town on business. His hand never left my waist as we ascended the stairs to my apartment. Once inside, I locked the door behind us and offered Vince a glass of wine, which he accepted. I was in the kitchen concentrating on uncorking the bottle and didn't notice Vince come up behind me. His light touch on my waist startled me and I let out a gasp. With a whispered apology, Vince's hands glided over my hips and up and down my torso a few times before he gently cupped my breasts. Instinctively I leaned back against him, his hard cock pressing against my shapely bottom. Moving my hips sinuously, like a stripper giving a lap dance, had the desired effect of making him even harder. His lips settled on my bare shoulders, kissing my smooth skin. I set the bottle down and slowly turned to face Vince. Looking into his steel blue eyes and tracing the outline of his rigid cock with my fingertips, I asked sultrily, "What do you want me to do?" Vince swallowed hard before asking, "Do you do oral?" I smiled and kissed him tenderly as my hands fumbled with his belt and trousers. It took only a moment for his pants to hit the floor and, with my back to the kitchen cabinets, I squatted in front of him. His beautiful cock was practically bursting from his briefs and I eagerly fished it from its cotton confines. My lips went immediately to the thick bulbous head, planting a kiss on it before taking it in my mouth. Looking up at him, I slowly worked more of Vince's throbbing member into my mouth, my hand slowly stroking the exposed part of his shaft. "Holy fuck," he moaned, when I took all of him in my mouth, lips and tongue bathing his manhood with my saliva. Up and down his shaft I slid my lips, my hands now fondling his tightening sac. He rested a hand on my head, probably out of habit, but was smart enough to realize I didn't need any guidance from him. Thoughts of how good it would feel to have Vince's thick cock in me made my pussy tingle and I could feel myself getting wetter. The notion that I was being paid to do this added to my arousal and made me more enthusiastic in my sucking. In little time Vince was thrusting his cock down my throat, effectively fucking my face. I met his pace until in due course he roared with release. Vince's thick tool pulsed his tangy issue into my mouth and I eagerly swallowed mouthful after mouthful of semen. Spent, Vince staggered backward, coming to rest against the opposite counter. I crawled across the tile floor and licked the last few drops from his softening cock. My licks resulted in an involuntary twitch. "You are amazing," he said pulling me to my feet. "Thank you," I said, melting into his embrace. After a moment I wriggled from his grasp and poured him a glass of wine. "Have a seat and let me freshen up a bit," I said sauntering to the back of the apartment under Vince's lustful gaze. He was buckling his pants as I gave him a broad smile and a wink before closing the door to my bedroom. My heart pounded as I unzipped the dress and tossed it in the closet. What exactly does a hooker wear for the client she picked up in the bar I wondered? As I brushed my teeth and touched up my makeup my mind raced. Did I really want to go through with this? Was he really going to pay me a thousand dollars to have sex with him? That thought surprisingly really turned me on, besides playing call girl for a night would certainly be adventurous. "Take that Trevor," I thought to myself. Mind made up, I decided to wear the black garter, stockings and thong I already had on. Quickly locating a black satin push-up bra, I snuggled my heavy chest into it. Throwing a sheer black baby-doll over my ensemble and stepping into even taller black high heels, I was ready to go earn my money. As I opened the door, Vince turned and looked at me. He smiled broadly as I walked confidently to him. His arm went around my waist, a hand drifting to caress my bottom as I kissed him tenderly on the mouth. Putting the wine down his other hand stroked my face as our tongues flitted inside each other's mouths. I was delighted to feel his hard cock pressed against me through his pants and my filmy lingerie. I again felt an incredible surge of arousal knowing that this complete stranger was paying me for what I would have willing done for free. "The envelope is on the kitchen counter," he said during a brief pause in our passionate kissing. "Thank you," I said settling onto the sofa and pulling him with me. For a moment I wondered if I was supposed to go take the money and count it, but Vince's lips meeting mine ended any thoughts of doing so. As my client, that was both a strange and arousing thought, kissed me, I undressed him, scattering his expensive suit across my living room until he hovered above me in just his tight briefs. His head dipped into my cleavage, tongue licking the deep valley of flesh, as my hand slid down his tight stomach and into his underwear, grasping his thick hard cock. My hand rubbed up and down his shaft as his fingers made a lazy trail up my thigh, thankfully coming to rest on my satin-covered mound. I was already soaked and when Vince pulled aside the thong and slid two fingers in me I came with a scream. "You don't need to embellish on my account," he said with a smile, looking up from my breasts. "Oh baby, I'm not," I assured him, grasping his hand and guiding his pace as he finger-fucked me. Two more orgasms later, I guided him off me and took his wet fingers into my mouth. 'How's that for adventurous,' I thought to myself as I sucked my juices from Vince's fingers. I started kissing him on the lips and soon had worked my way down to his cock. I licked the broad purple head before slathering the entire length with licks and kisses. He let me do this for a few minutes before gently guiding my attentions back up his body. When our eyes met he said throatily, "I want you." I nodded and stood, clasping his hand and pulling him to the bedroom. My heart was pounding as I pushed him onto the bed and pulled off his last stitch of clothes. Lying on the bed next Vince, my fingernails slid teasingly up and down his swollen shaft as I asked, "How do you want me?" Without a word he pulled me on top of him and pushed me back until I was straddling him, his cock rubbing against my soaked satin panties. I sat there for a few moments, gently rocking back and forth as Vince pulled the sheer black lingerie over my head and cast it aside. He sat up, burying his face in my cleavage, as his fingers deftly unhooked my bra. Pulling the black satin aside, Vince descended on my bare breasts; kissing and licking and nipping at them and my swollen nipples until I thought I would come. "Put it in," he growled. I reached between us, pulled aside my thong and slowly feed Vince's thick, hard cock into my slick, wet pussy. When he was completely inside me, Vince laid back on the bed, hands resting on my hips as he moaned, "Come on baby, ride it." It was complete heaven as I slid up and down his fat shaft, leaning forward to let him capture my stiff nipples between his teeth one moment, leaning back to massage his heavy balls the next. We settled into an easy rhythm and I found myself building slowly to an incredible release. Vince pawed at my heavy chest and I could tell from his breathing that his pleasure was building as well. Leaning forward, I kissed him hungrily before whispering in his ear, "I want to feel you come inside me." Vince grinned and, gripping me tightly, rolled me onto my back. In a flash my legs were over my head and he was plunging deep inside me. I clutched Vince's tight ass as his pace quickened along with his breathing until he gasped, his cock pulsing its thick warm liquid into me. Vince released my legs and I wrapped them around him, holding him inside me until I was sure he was finished. He kissed me tenderly as he slid off me and collapsed onto the bed. "Let me get something to clean you up with," I purred as I got off the bed and sauntered to the bathroom. Vince's semen trickled down my thigh as I ran a couple of washcloths under hot water. I cleaned my dripping sex and headed into the bedroom to wipe Vince off. He let out a soft sigh as I worked the warm cloth around his thick penis and heavy balls. Finished I crawled back into bed and snuggled next to Vince. "You were right," he said, his hand stroking my shoulder. "About what?" "You are worth every single penny," he said with a smile before kissing me hungrily. I shifted closer and his hand sought out my chest as mine gripped his thick cock. To my delight it was only a few minutes before I felt Vince begin to stiffen. Our kissing and groping continued until he was atop me again and I felt the broad head of his cock nudge at the swollen lips of my excited sex. As if with a mind of their own, my legs spread wide and Vince slipped inside me. With a strange combination of force and tenderness, the man I had picked up in a bar and charged a thousand dollars was fucking me. The look in his eyes was one of pure lust and to my dismay he pulled out of me. He must have seen the disappointment on my face because Vince reassured me that he wasn't done as he turned me over and pulled me to my hands and knees. I pressed against him, nestling his cock between my firm ass cheeks for a moment before he slid back inside me. Meeting his thrusts, we once again settled into a steady pace that had my heavy chest quivering each time he slapped his hips against my bottom. Between my moans of pleasure, my thoughts drifted to the pitfalls of my actions. What if Vince wanted to see me again? Could I, or even should I, keep up the pretense of being a professional? Other thoughts swirled, the incredible pleasure emanating from between my thighs keeping them from forming coherently. Vince's thrusts were becoming more insistent and I reached back to massage his tightening sac. "You gonna come in my pussy again?" I asked in my sexiest voice. I was dismayed to feel the emptiness as he pulled out of me. "No, I want to come on your pretty face," he gasped, sliding up the bed, cock in hand. My hand replaced his and I stroked him furiously as his talented fingers worked in and out of my sopping sex. Vince's thumb glided across my hard clit and I came just as his cock erupted. Thick gobs of semen splashed across my cheeks and nose as I milked every drop from him, the last falling on my outstretched tongue before he collapsed onto the sheets next to me. Again I excused myself and cleaned up in the bathroom. When I returned, satin robe belted around my waist, Vince was already dressed. He walked around the bed and embraced me in his strong arms, the smell of our arousal still thick in the air. "Thank you for an incredible evening, Rebecca," he said, his hand roaming over my satin-covered body. "You don't have to go." "Oh but I do," he replied. "I have a very early business meeting and if I stay here with you, I won't get a lick of sleep." I walked Vince to the door and just as he was about to leave he turned to me. "Rebecca I had a really great time and I'm sure someone as talented as you doesn't have any last minute openings," he began, "but if you're available I'd like you to accompany me to a black tie fundraiser tomorrow evening and spend the night with me at my place." This was the moment. Was I going to tell the man who'd just paid a thousand dollars to have sex with me that I wasn't a hooker, call girl, whatever? Could I come up with some excuse, another client perhaps? Would I take his money and keep up the charade? Maybe it was the endorphins still coursing through me but whatever the reason I agreed to be his date for the evening. We exchanged phone numbers and emails and Vince told me he'd contact me with the details. With a light peck on the cheek he was out the door and I was left to contemplate what I had gotten myself into. It was then that I spied the envelope sitting on the counter and pulled out the stack of bills. Was it really that easy to make a thousand dollars I wondered aloud. It was more than I made in a week at my regular job with the law firm, and pushing papers as a paralegal wasn't nearly as fun. I spent the next couple of hours doing research on the Internet. It seemed most high-end escorts had private, password-protected websites and it took barely half an hour for me to set one up for myself. I kept telling myself this was just to keep up the ruse for Vince, but somehow that just didn't ring entirely true. The process had left me trembling with excitement and it was another hour before I finally drifted off to sleep. Becky Ch. 02 I would like to thank everyone who commented on my story, and sent feedback to me. First of all, I would like to answer a few comments I received. 1. I do hope that the proofing of this story is better than the last. I submitted it in a hurry, and I am truly at fault for the condition it is in. I will proof the story, and hopefully I will be able too resubmit it correctly. 2.The father in this story carried the secret about the rape of his daughter's friend for a long time. In order for his new relationship with his daughter to continue, that episode in his life will have to be explored. If this offends you, find another story. 3.Like always, I love to receive feedback, good or bad. So please, if you enjoy this story, feel free to tell me to keep up the good work. If you have a story idea, email me, we can talk about it, and maybe get it written. Hell, if you hate the story, tell me why. I want the reader to tell me what they want. Besides, there are many things I would love to write about given the chance. THANKS I was in the shower when I heard the door open. The water was hot, and soothing, as it beat down on the aching muscles in my lower back. One of the things I did not expect when Becky and I started having relations, was the strain on my body. I wasn't young anymore. My body begged for hers, and at the same time, begged me to rest. I really think that my body was more confused than my mind. I had total belief that my daughter and I were meant to be, and the guilt I felt, even as slight as it was. Was now gone. I felt cool air rush across my body as the shower door opened. Standing naked in front of me was my darling wife. I don't really know how to explain it, but even after two years of not having sex, she still was the sexiest woman I had ever known. Yes, even sexier than my daughter. She was totally naked, with her red hair pulled up into a bun. She still looked good after all the years we had been together. Three kids, (my sons are in school out of state) and surgery that left a scar on her belly did very little to change her. She still wore the same size dress she wore in high school. As far as I was concerned, she would never change. She was my wife, best friend, and mother of my children. She was also the most beautiful woman in the world. Her breast may not have the same perk they had when were young, but as I stood there under the water, I licked my lips as she walked in and closed the door. "Mind if I share? I need to get ready for church." Those 36d breast suddenly seemed so far away. The fact that I could feel them pressing against my back made it even worse. "Honey," I said. "Do you even know what you are doing to me? Do you even know how frustrated I am?" I turned around and faced her, staring into her green eyes. "I want to be with you, like when we were young. I want to make love to you. I don't want to fuck you. I want to make love. That isn't a sin. Babe, it is a gift from god." Her eyes rested on my hardened tool. I could see there was a hint of desire in her eyes. As usual, she looked me in the eyes and said, "I can't. Even if I wanted too." She looked away. "It's a sin. Sex is only for procreation. It is not for pleasure. Honey, I love you, but you have to stop trying to tempt me back into my wicked past." I think she said more, but I had already got out of the shower and left the bathroom. I didn't even dry myself off. I was so sick of it. I sat down in my office on my couch and just stared at the wall. When this all began with my wife, I thought it would have been just a phase. Two years had past, and to my pure misery, it was still a problem. The frustration I was feeling was welling up inside so bad. It didn't matter that I had a beautiful girl like Becky to fuck. My wife would always be my true dream girl. The feelings for my daughter were more animal like. I got off on the feeling of detached passion I experienced with her. It was almost like I was having one night stands with her everyday. I could picture my life with out the sex with Becky. Still, I longed for my lovely wife. I knew that longing would never die. So there I was sitting naked on the couch that had been the place of passion for daughter and I. The guilt about our relationship was gone, and as I sat there thinking about my pretty wife and how I still wanted her, I began to stroke myself. This time though, in my minds eye my wife and daughter were both giving me head. They were on their knees taking turns licking my balls, then my lovely wife would take my cock into her mouth and take it all the way down to my nuts till she gagged. Saliva would trail from her mouth as he took it out of her mouth and let Becky lick the tip then take all that she could in her mouth. Their tongues would touch as the licked my dick, taking turns sucking it. As I felt my orgasm boiling to a climax, I shot my cum all over my cute daughter's face, covering her lips and chin with my seed. My wife takes my cock into her mouth swirling her tongue around the tip making me twitch until it softens. When she finished on my cock she turns her attention to my daughter and licks my cum of her face, kissing her deep on the mouth letting my juices mingle together in their mouths. My fantasy was broken when I heard a voice calling my name. My daughter was standing in the doorway with a huge grin on her face as she looked at me sitting on the couch with a pool of cum on my stomach. I said nothing as she walked in and lifted the little skirt she was wearing, and gave me a view of the new white silk panties I had purchased for her. The panties were so tight that they showed the exact contours of her tight little shaved pussy. I guess they were a bit small, but perfect as I saw it. She ran a finger through my cum and put it her mouth. "You could have waited for me," she said as she lowered her self and straddled my leg, rubbing herself against it. "I hate it when you cum with out me Daddy." "Oh yeah," I said as I reached up and cupped her breast with my hands. "Why?" "Make me think you don't love me." "I love you baby." "Do you?" "Yes!" "Really. Daddy? Cause I want something from you, and I don't want you to say no." I suddenly was nervous, what the hell did she want? "I mean it Daddy." She said as she reached down and pulled her now soaked panties to the side. "What I want, is really big. So big you might say no." She was now climbing up on to my chest then planted her sopping wet pussy on my mouth. I pushed my tongue inside her and I heard her moan. "Oh god Daddy please says yes." I still had no idea, but I was now totally into eating her out. "Yes baby," I breathed into pussy as I continued to taste her sweet pussy. I would have said anything to keep doing what I was doing. "Yes Daddy?" "Yes!" I was now almost shouting. "Say it louder Daddy, make sure I can hear you." "Yes," I screamed knowing that my wife was not there to hear me. I was squeezing her ass I began to move my tongue toward her anus. I still hadn't had her ass yet, but I was going to soon. I just knew it. As I started to rim my sweet girls ass I felt a warm feeling envelope my cock. I didn't react at first; I just stopped licking my daughter's ass. Then I heard Becky giggle. I lifted her off me and there was her friend Mary with my cock in her mouth, her small mouth straining to keep it in her mouth. Instinctively I grabbed her head and push her farther down on my now raging hard cock. She started to gag, but I didn't let her let if fall from her mouth. For some reason, I was suddenly feeling so lustful that I couldn't stop myself from using her like I did before. "I knew you would say yes Daddy." Becky lowered herself down and began to lick the cum that was still on my stomach. Mary had somehow managed to control her gag reflex, and was now sucking my huge boner like a pro. I reached around and started to finger my daughter's tight pussy with my thick fingers, as watched the girls start to take turns sucking my manhood. Soon, they were both kissing each other passionately. Mary stroked my cock slicked with her saliva as she kissed Becky. They embraced and left my hard dick laying against my stomach as the began to take each others cloths off. Mary is a tiny girl that looked far younger than she was. She was wearing hair in pigtails, and the little skirt she wore made her look like a sluttish little cheerleader. My daughter was taller, and fuller figured, with large tits, and curvy thighs. As the two of them had removed their shirts, exposing Mary's tiny little tits, and Becky's perfect D's, I smiled. They looked so hot together with their breast together showing off the fact that Mary had a nice and dark tan against the pale flesh of my baby girl. I was in heaven. Mary handed me her cotton panties as she lowered her hands to peel of the tight satin ones I had got Becky. It felt like she wet her panties, but from the intoxicating scent I knew that Mary's tight little snatch I had deflowered was soaked and ready for me. Becky handed me her panties and I wrapped them around my dick and stroked it as I watched them lay with each other on the floor. Mary was now kneeling between Mary's legs and was about to pull off the little green skirt off of my daughter. "No, no," I said quickly, "leave the skirt on. Both you, leave them on." "Ok," Mary giggled, "I forgot how much you liked me in a skirt." I ignored the crack about that summer night and focused on her kissing my daughters shaved pussy. She flicked her tongue against her swollen clit then sucked her sensitive flesh into her mouth. "This isn't the first time you guys have doe this?" "No Daddy, we fucked the night she told me about what you guys did in her yard. We've been doing it ever since. Why do you think it had to be you to fuck me and not someone else?" "Huh?" "Mary had insisted the first time we shared a man, it had to be you." As she finished that sentence she began to shake as Mary's mouth brought her to and orgasm. I was still stroking myself with the silk panties I got for my daughter. I was ready for some pussy, but I knew that they had more to show me. My daughter pulled Mary's small face up to hers and kissed her deeply, there was so much passion in that kiss. Mary slid her body along the length of Becky's body till her pussy was over her mouth. She moaned and began to grind her little blonde snatch against my daughter's face. I stood up and pushed my thick pocket monster into her mouth and began to fuck Mary's face. She never missed a beat as she rhythmically rocked her hips against Becky and bobbed her head up and down my swollen member. I pushed Mary backwards on to the floor and told Becky to lay down beside her. I got between my daughter's legs and placed my harden love muscle against the shaved sex of my daughter. "Mary only gets sloppy seconds baby." I slammed my dick inside her and began to fuck her harder than I had ever fucked her in the past. "Oh my god Daddy!!!" She gasped. "Fuck your baby girl!" Mary played with Becky's tits as I pounded my daughter's insides with my engorged penis. When I pulled it out of her, Mary pulled it toward her mouth and sucked my daughter's juices off it, and then she guided me back inside my daughter again. Soon, I felt like I was getting close, and I slowed and pulled my dick out my daughter and climbed between my daughter's adorable little friend. "Call me Daddy Mary," I breathed into her mouth as I kissed her. "Beg Daddy to fuck your tight little pussy." I don't know why I asked her that, but I wanted her to be my dirty little girl too. "I want to feel your cock Daddy!" She said in a hoarse whisper. "I need it so bad. I need to feel you in me Daddy! Fuck me and cum inside me! Please Daddy?" Becky was now guiding my dick toward her friend's naturally blonde snatch. I thought that it needed shaved as I felt the head of my dick slowly penetrate her flesh. I slowed to a stop each time she moaned knowing that I had to let her get used to the size of my tool. After three thrusts, I felt my balls rest against her little ass. "Oh god!" She gasped. "I forgot how big you were Daddy." I slowly started to fuck her until I could feel the walls of her tight little cunt relax. Soon I was fucking her as hard as I was fucking my daughter. I could feel Becky's mouth against my ear saying "Cum in her Daddy, she's on the pill. I want to eat your cum out of her pussy." Mary was a screamer this time, she scratched my back and screamed, "fuck me Daddy!" in unison with each of my thrusts. I felt my balls tighten, and closed my eyes and blasted Mary's insides with semen. I shuddered inside her for what seemed like a million years, I looked down and saw that Mary was now beginning the tremble as her own orgasm began to hit her. I pulled myself out of her as Mary began to shoot her own juices from her pussy. The next thing I knew, Becky had her face over her friend snatch, and was lapping up the combine fluids of Mary and I. I fingered Beck as I watched and smiled at the little sluts enjoying each other. We cleaned up each other with Becky's clothing. I sat alone with Mary as my daughter went to get some clean cloths for her to wear. "Daddy, you didn't rape me." Mary said. "Yes I did." "I wanted to get fucked, if it wasn't you, it would have been that boy. I am glad it was you. Besides, I could have screamed, but I didn't. I wanted your dick in me." She kissed my cheek. "I better go home, my mom will wonder where I am at." I watched her hips sway as she left the room. Becky was walking down the steps as she left and talked to Mary for a second. I had no idea what she said, but when she came into my office she was smiling. "Well?" "Well what?" "Glad you said yes?" "Yes." "Good Daddy." She sat on my lap and kissed me. Her face still smelled like sex, and I was betting she was still horny. "Beck?" I asked, "would you do this with a woman that I pick?" "What Daddy, do you have another girl?" "No, not really. I want a yes or no." "Anything for you Daddy." "Good, I want you to be ready for our next little fuck party. Cause it is your mother that we are going to have." "MOM!" "Yep," I smiled as I spoke. "You mom was once a little cum slut just like you and Mary. It's time she rembered how much she loved to fuck and suck me again. And baby," I paused, "your mom and used to pick up woman at bars and screw them back in the day. I bet she'll love to eat you as much as I do." Becky giggled, "I just thought you wanted me to tell Mary to shave her pussy. And you hit me with this. You are such a well hung perve Daddy." Whith that, Becky got on her knees and started to suck my cock again. We had an hour to kill before her mom came home, and she wanted to make sure I was satisfied before we planned our seduction of the woman we both love above all others. END OF PART 2 the fall from grace for Becky's mom will be next. Becky Ch. 02 William stood at the bottom of the stairs in the dark. The only source of light, a thin sliver coming from the hallway above through the bottom of his daughter's bedroom door. He stood listening, hearing her moving about, no doubt preparing for bed. Seconds later the light beneath the door turned off. He had nearly turned heading back to his own room, but now stood, needing to allow his eyes to readjust to the near total darkness. It was then that he heard a whimpering sound, faint...just audible. "She's crying," he thought, worried now, wondering what had happened. Obviously something must have, especially to have returned home so soon from her date, and on her birthday no less. He had tried hard to make this birthday special for her, though at a loss as to what to give her, he'd given her a card with two-hundred dollars tucked inside. She had thanked him politely, but hadn't even received so much as a hug or kiss for the effort. No real surprise. She might be his daughter, and he her father, but they were as estranged as any two people could possibly be. Their conversations, if they even had any, were short, clipped...one worded responses back from her, if even that. Most of the time he got a look or shake of the head, yes...no. That was about the full extent of their awkward relationship. Even though his heart reached out to her, he couldn't...or wouldn't. William knew if he even tried, he would simply push her away from him even further. It was best to let Becky find her own way, if she needed or wanted his help or advise, he was hopeful she would come to him. Though he doubted those thoughts the moment he'd had them. Once again, he heard what he thought was another whimper, finally able to see better, and quietly taking the stairs upwards towards her room. What he thought he was doing, or could do as he did, remained a mystery even to him. But he was concerned. He had hoped that her birthday would have been something special, something to remember, but not if it had gone wrong. And yet. The image of her standing there at the doorstep, kissing Bobby, his hands reaching down to actually cup her ass, revealing the fact that for whatever reason, she wasn't wearing panties, eluded him. William reached her doorway, standing off to one side of it in the hall, once again listening, trying to control his breathing as though Becky might overhear it and wonder what the hell he was doing outside her door. He heard her again, but it didn't sound like crying after all, but something else. She moaned! "Was she...?" He wondered. ** Becky was indeed frustrated. And her pillow just wasn't cutting it, not this time. Too wired to even try to sleep, she lay there recalling the moment's, the images as she played with Bobby's cock, and as he played with her tits and pussy. She had just started to feel something, something special...when he'd cum all over her hand, though that too had been interesting and totally expected. She actually chastised herself for knowing even less than she thought she did. Determined now more than ever to rectify that. Indeed, another session with Bobby, and soon...was in order. But for now, she needed something, she needed to feel that sensation again, reach it, discover what it meant, where it was going. She had felt robbed, denied, she had been on the verge of something, and now she was more determined than ever to find out what it was. Which is when a thought came to mind. Something she had only briefly entertained a while back now. Never repeating the attempt out of fear of discovery. But now with her mother no longer hovering over her all the time, it was as good as time as any to experiment with it once again. She rolled over in bed, turning on her bedside lamp. ** William panicked, hearing the sound of his daughter's feet hitting the floor only moments after the light in her room came on. William knew he would never make it to the stairway without being seen, let alone being heard. And worse...he'd been foolish enough to do this without any clothes on! How could he possibly explain that to his daughter if she were to see him? She'd immediately think him a perv, some kind of sexual deviant, spying on his own daughter, though in every sense of the word, he had been. Just not how she'd no doubt think him to be doing. That had not been his intent, but try and explain that one! He had but once choice, and even that was risky, dangerous, and could still end up in disaster if he was found out. But it was better than simply standing here in the nude doing nothing as he heard Becky's soft foot-falls heading towards the door. He raced through the open door of the bathroom just across the hall. With luck, Becky would be heading downstairs for something to drink. But the odds were, she was coming into the bathroom instead. It was just lucky for him, that Carla had long ago turned the extra bedroom adjacent to it, into a wardrobe and dressing room for herself. She had never much cared for the smaller bathroom within their own room, and had used this one as her own personal bathroom instead. And though Becky had been forced to share it with her mother, the dressing room had remained exclusively her mother's and off limits. As far as William knew, Becky had never once ventured inside it, after all there was no real reason too. Even now it was filled with Carla's clothing that William hadn't had the time, nor inclination to deal with yet. He had barely ducked inside that room when he heard the door to his daughter's room opening and then closing. Carla had even had him remove the adjacent door long ago. The outer door in the hall was always locked anyway, but it made it easier and more convenient for her to have it this way, as well as vented the bathroom itself so that it never steamed up very much as she sat at the vanity table applying her makeup. William stood behind the wall, his heart beating a hundred miles and hour. All Becky had to do was step into the dressing area where he stood, finding her own father standing there naked. There would be no plausible, reasonable explanation for it if she did. ** Becky stepped into the bathroom turning on the light, closing and locking the door behind her. She leaned over turning on the water in the tub, feeling it as it ran until reaching just the right temperature. She then removed the robe she had hurriedly tossed on, hanging that on a hook behind the door, right next to her mothers, far more expensive terry cloth bathrobe. She smiled, thinking. "Well I guess you certainly won't have any use for that anymore now will you mother?" Her own blue robe was faded, thread-bare, and she determined to toss it out in the trash very first thing in the morning. She tested the temperature of the water again, "Just right," she mused. She had not stoppered the water, filling the bath, just waiting long enough for it to warm up the cold porcelain before stepping in, laying down. Her mother had had the bathroom remolded a few years back, the tub large enough to easily fit two, if not three people within. It even had a surrounding shelf, or sitting area that her mother would often use when shaving her legs. But the one nice feature, that she herself now wondered about, was the hand-held pulsating shower massage. She had once used it, though discovering quite by accident as she fiddled with it, the various force of the spray as she rinsed off her body. One of which felt oddly pleasurable as she held it between her legs, once again rinsing the soap off. It had felt good, better than good, and she'd have explored it further had her mother not suddenly come barging in on her. Even as she sat there, turning the dial once again, finding that same familiar pulsating spray she'd once discovered, she recalled that horrible moment. "Just what the hell are you doing? You filthy, filthy girl!" Her mother had screamed at her. Carla had immediately taken the water massager out of her hand, going so far as to actually strike her with it, leaving a bruise on her shoulder for the effort. She had chased her dripping wet from the bathroom into her bedroom, where she continued to berate, chastise and scream at her for being a dirty, filthy whore-slut who she'd found masturbating, abusing herself. Oh yes, Becky remembered the moment well, the image of that engrained in her memory forever as she smiled to herself, placing the shower massage between her legs, one hand already reaching up to begin teasing and rolling around one of her big, thick hard nipples. "Wish you could see me now mother," she thought. "You fucking bitch," she laughed outwardly, already beginning to enjoy the feel and sensation that she was bringing to herself. All worry, all fear of being caught, found out...a thing of the past as she gradually gave herself over to the delicious sensations that were beginning to occur. ** William stood quietly in the dark on his side of the wall. Not even daring to venture a peek, listening to the sound of the water running, and then the squeak of flesh against porcelain as Becky moved about inside the tub. Even then he remained unmoving until he was sure and confident that she was indeed sitting down inside it. Situated as it was, he knew she would have her back towards him, safe enough for a quick glance, though why he even considered doing so was beyond reasoning. A curiosity perhaps that held no purpose, no justification for doing, though he was for the time being, still trapped. William took a step, barely inching his head around the door-frame peering in. He indeed found relief to see nothing more than the back of his daughter's head, and bare shoulders, though catching a reflection glancing over and up. He ducked back, fearful, his heart once again racing. He fought to control his breath, and then chanced another look, but this time his attention directed and focused towards the mirror in the room. It was angled perfectly. From where he stood, he could see down into the tub where Becky sat. She on the other hand, sitting as low as she was, unable to see or look into the mirror, though with no reason to do so anyway. The adjacent room where William stood, dark...vacant. William knew then what she was doing. The pulsating shower massage pressed up against her pussy. His daughters legs comfortably spread in the over-sized tub, one actually propped up, resting on the small sitting shelf. One hand pulling on one of her very large thick nipples. William had never seen his daughter nude before, at least not since she was around ten or eleven, and only then quite by accident, as Carla had ensured that Becky never ran around the house without wearing appropriate attire, especially in front of her father. He had never really tried to picture what she looked like either, those thoughts simply not a part of his character. But now, here he stood, looking. The opportunity to do so too great to ignore. It was after all an innocent look wasn't it? Was he not initially just concerned for his daughter's welfare? Had circumstance not unfortunately placed him in this position, he wouldn't have found himself even being here. But now that he was...he couldn't help but look, wondering curiously as to what she was doing, until he at last realized it. He stood spying on his daughter. Watching her openly masturbate. And though he felt guilty and torn in doing so, he became oddly aroused as well. He had been well on the way to his second pleasurable orgasm of the night when Becky had unexpectedly come home, interrupting those pleasures, which had simply retreated briefly, now coming back, seizing his senses with a vengeance. He didn't even realize that he had his hand on his own dick at first, looking down, seeing how hard it had become as he stood there stroking it once more. Looking up again, seeing the pleasure in his daughter's face, eyes closed...mouth forming a small "O" as she moaned pleasurably, contentedly, moving the shower massage around now as though it were the caress of a lovers hand. ** Becky couldn't believe how marvelous this was beginning to feel. Something so simple and yet so pleasurable as she lay there, completely and totally relaxed. That same thrill almost as when Bobby's hands and fingers had touched her, gently probing, caressing. She could almost imagine his doing that to her again, now. She was amazed at the way the water simultaneously pleasured her clit, and neither lips. Vibrating against them both, intensifying the sweet ecstasy that now coursed through her entire body. Well beyond anything she had ever felt or experienced before. There was a something there...just off in the distance now, building towards an inevitable crescendo...but what? She could have cared less, Becky had all the time in the world to enjoy this, whatever it was, whatever it was rapidly leading to, or becoming. In her mind, she was again stroking Bobby's hard cock, his fingers petting her pussy and tits, just as she was doing now. She even imagined the way his prick suddenly throbbed, the sensation of his "spunk" as he'd called it, suddenly spurting from the tip, oozing down over her working hand. The warmth of it, and then the sudden additional warmth of moisture between her own legs. Becky reached down, surprised to find herself doing so again, a silky, almost pearly-like slickness just inside the opening of her cunt, even with the water beating against it. She set the shower-massage aside for a moment. Becky slipped a finger, and then two, gingerly inside. She felt the additional lubrication as she extracted it, now sticky, slick between her fingers as she raised her hand, looking at it, and then smelling it. She next licked a portion of one, tasting her own secretions, enjoying the flavor, and then fully inserting both fingers into her mouth, sucking the rest of her creamy texture off. She probed for more, repeating the process all over again. And though she was enjoying it, discovering things about herself she was totally unaware of, that special tingling between her legs had started to diminish. Reapplying the shower massage against herself once more, it was only moments before those deliciously wicked sensations returned. And this time, they came rushing back at her with a vengeance! ** All thoughts of what he himself was actually doing had long ago evaporated. There'd be time enough for recriminations and remorse later. At the moment however, his need and desire to experience this wave of ecstasy, superseded all rationale. Especially as he heard his daughter cry out suddenly, inexplicably, even going so far as to thrash about there in the tub. She was almost delirious with joy, even laughing out loud for a good long while afterwards. Her words shocking as he heard them coming from her very own mouth. "Oh fuck...fuck, fuck!" She laughed over and over again. "Holy fucking shit!" William felt his balls tightening, the orgasmic surge of release already racing up the length of his shaft. He spun, his thoughts wild, crazy, as was his pleasure, reaching...finding one of his deceased wife's dresses still hanging there in the closet. He actually wrapped it around his shaft, and then stood there as he finished jacking himself off into the material until he'd milked out every last drop of his sperm into it that he could. For a fleeting moment, he thought of Monica Lewinsky, until the sound of his daughter turning off the water reached his ears. He again held still, almost holding his breath, not daring to venture his head around the corner again. He could hear her as she toweled herself off, still chuckling, and then moments later opening the door, stepping out into the hallway, turning off the light. He waited still, long after the sound of her bedroom door opening and closing again. Only then quietly stepping back into the room. He stepped, scaring himself for a moment, something soft beneath his feet as he peered down through the subdued light, created by the light still coming from beneath her door, until it too winked out. A blue bathrobe, discarded, though he gave it no further thought, stepping over it and into the hall. Quickly, yet quiet as a mouse, William made his way back down the hallway, reaching the stairs, and finally...safely, back into his own room once again. ** Becky was just finishing up with her breakfast when her father came walking into the kitchen. He looked surprisingly haggard and tired this morning. Perhaps he'd had it a lot rougher than she realized or had cared about. She almost said "Good morning," and then took a last bite of her cereal instead, carrying her dishes to the sink in order to wash them. "Don't bother in doing that," her dad said. "I'll wash yours up with mine after I'm finished." "Whatever," she said simply leaving her dishes in the sink, surprised at her own tone of voice though she really had no reason to be upset with him. It's just the way things had been lately. Maybe he was trying..."but he could have been doing that before now," she then added to that. He sat down having poured a cup of coffee. "I'm off to school," she said unnecessarily, attempting some form of small talk, which is more than they'd been having of late. Even that much seemed to surprise her father as he looked at her. "Well, ah...have a good day then," he tried smiling. Becky soon after left, the bus stop just down on the corner where she'd catch the bus to school. Thankfully, it was only two weeks before graduation, and then she wouldn't have to worry about even doing this anymore, though why she was still being required to attend seemed silly. She had more than enough credits to graduate, and with honors too. But there had been a warning handed out to all the seniors, along with their parents in the school, that any attendee not finishing out the last two weeks, would be marked down half a grade in all their last grade's reporting. Had it not been for that, Becky would have told everyone...including her father, to shove it. Unfortunately she couldn't do that as she could ill afford the drop in her grade point average over something as stupid as that. She was expecting a full scholarship to the local university, and didn't want anything she'd done to prevent herself from obtaining that. It would be the most boring two weeks she'd ever spent there, with very little to do, other than a few idiotic assignments she would no doubt be given just to keep everyone busy and occupied. Nothing was actually going to count towards her final grade points. Other than the warning about not showing up for classes that is. Although attending 1st period home room, which was only thirty minutes long, Becky was at least pleased that she didn't have to attend her 2nd period class at all if she didn't want to. Mr. Evans as he was called, had told his senior students they needn't bother attending class if they didn't want to, just so long as they remained on school grounds. With an entire period free to do what she wanted, Becky decided to head towards Bobby's locker and see if she could catch up with him before he headed off to his 2nd period class. She wanted to tease him just a little about the night before, but more importantly, let it be known she was interested in doing that again as soon as possible. She had just turned the corner heading down the hall towards Bobby's locker when Peter Jeppson stepped out in front of her, blocking her path. "Hey gorgeous!" He said shocking her, "I was just wondering if you'd be interested in going out with me Friday night?" Becky vaguely knew of him, she'd certainly seen Peter around, he was a star player on the basketball team, and very popular, especially with the girls, though he hadn't stayed with any one of them for very long. Content to enjoy playing the field. He was also the older brother of Bobby's best friend Larry, who was a year behind them both, still a junior. And already she was starting to become suspicious of his intent. Becky Ch. 02 "Now why on earth would you want to go out with me?" She asked boldly. She knew after all, she wasn't in league with the girls Peter hung out with. He looked quickly around ensuring that he couldn't be overheard, leaning over to whisper into her ear. "Because as I understand it, you've got a knockout pair of tits, real hubcaps," he snickered. "And I understand you love having them played with." There was only one source that bit of knowledge could have come from, Bobby. He had obviously told Larry about last night, who in turn had blabbed everything to his older brother Peter. Furious now, she brushed past Peter without giving him an answer or responding in kind to him in anyway. The sound of her footsteps heavy against the tiles as she headed towards Bobby's locker, he just then arriving by it, looking up, seeing her and smiling. Though the smile on his face didn't remain very long. "You fucking little bastard!" She screamed at him. "What? You didn't think it would get around, that I'd find out? Next time, choose better friends on who you wish to confide in you slimy little rat-bastard!" Bobby was had and he knew it. Regardless of the conversation he'd have with his used to be best friend later, the damage was done. Somehow word had indeed gotten out, and worse...Becky already knew about it. She was so mad, she reached up, grabbing the front of her white blouse, pulling it apart, buttons flying off in every direction. She stood there before him in what was a very sheer light blue bra, her large nipples clearly evident beneath it. "Go on fucker, take a look at them, take a good long look, because it's the last time you're ever going to see them!" Becky spun on her heels heading back in the direction she'd come from. Already students were parting the hall, now standing off to either side, shocked, surprised expressions on their faces as she stormed past, a few snickers, though she ignored each and every one of them. Only Peter still standing in the middle of the hall ahead of her, having followed at a safe distance seemed brave enough to remain in her way. She neared him looking at him straight in the eye, and then stopped right in front of him, his eyes already looking down devouring her chest. "Pick me up at eight," she told him, and then slipped by, leaving him to stand there surprised now himself, though turning almost as quickly. "Make that seven-thirty," she then said, turning once again, and headed straight out the double doors with her tits hanging out. "Fuck school," she told herself, and then headed home, uncaring if she walked the two miles looking the way she did. She almost laughed at the absurdity of the whole affair half-way home. "Well, if that's how everyone's going to see me, or think of me after this, then so be it. Why should I care? In a few weeks, it won't make any fucking difference anyway, it'll probably be the last time I ever see any of them." Not too surprisingly, when she got home, her father's car was gone. He had obviously gone off to work, and wouldn't be home until well after five that evening. Still early in the day, Becky was actually proud of herself, as well as pleased that she now had the entire day to herself. She could do whatever the hell she wanted to, and fuck everybody else! And the first thing on her agenda, was to secretly get onto her father's computer. She'd already ascertained the password long ago. He'd been stupid enough to actually write it down so that he'd even remember it, on a post it note, no less, and then that taped to the side of the control tower. She figured, that he'd figured, no one would know what it meant, or that it was actually the password. She laughed upon reading it again, though she had it memorized anyway. "Horn dog". One of these days, she was going to have to look that up and see what it meant. But for now, she had some other important research she needed to do. Becky wanted to find out a lot more about orgasms, masturbation, and sperm. She had a full day ahead of her, with nothing better to do anyway, and full and complete unrestricted access to her father's computer. Out of curiosity, she accessed the recent links her father had gone to. And when she did, she found herself gasping, sitting back in her father's chair. There was a hell of a lot more going here than she would have ever imagined. She clicked on the last link her father had gone too, the link itself fairly explicit. "BBW's sucking cocks." She had no idea what that meant, but she was curious. She followed the link, and then to her surprise, an entire page opened up filled with dozens, if not hundreds of vulgar, obscene photos. Each one of which depicted heavier than usual, sometimes even obese looking women, sucking or fucking men's cocks. She again sat back in her father's chair, lazily thumbing through a few additional photos. It was an odd thing to have discovered, for one...her mother, "her deceased mother," rather..she mused, wasn't large or fat, or certainly obese. So why the hell would her father be looking at photographs like these in the first place? She closed that link, brought up another, pretty much more of the same stuff. She tried another, but this time opened up what she'd initially expected to find, normal, if not beautiful looking women with almost flawless bodies and tits. She continued checking others, each one more like the last. "So why did he suddenly start looking at these BBW sites?" She asked herself, there was nothing to suggest the sudden interest to her, or that he'd looked at any others before now. She still found it curious, though she quickly closed down the sites he'd obviously been looking at, and no doubt jerking off to. Though that again raised another thought. "Dad jerks off?" She now knew she had to be more aware of her surroundings, and his. Determined to find out a lot more about what was going on here. This was an entirely new side to her father that she never even knew existed, and though she wasn't exactly disturbed, or disgusted by it, it had put her father in a whole new light. And whether that was good or bad, remained to be seen. But...Becky had her own research to do as she sat down and began browsing the internet. Her goal, especially now...was to ensure she didn't look or act as innocent as she actually was, come Friday. If anything, Peter was going to be treated to the best fucking hand-job, or perhaps even blowjob, that he'd ever had. ** William had only been at work for a couple of hours when the call from the school reached him. He was surprised to hear that Becky had sluffed class. It was totally out of character for her to have done so, and it worried him. He stepped out of his office, informing his attractive looking secretary, or rather "administrative assistant" as they were being called these days, that an urgent matter had come up, and he needed to head home for an hour or so, promising to return in time for the meeting he'd scheduled later on in the day. Mellissa smiled at him, even showing off a bit of cleavage as she leaned over jotting down a note on her work pad. They hadn't exactly been flirting with one another, but ever since his wife had died, Mellissa seemed to have gotten a hell of a lot friendlier with him, not to mention wearing a few more provocative outfits than he remembered seeing. He drove home, though rather than pulling his car all the way up into the garage, he parked it in the driveway instead, not intending to be there very long, hoping to find simply that Becky had come home sick or something, though the thought of her doing that equally worried him. He hoped everything was ok with her. William walked in through the back door, which was unlocked, his first clue that she was indeed home. The second being her school bag sitting on the table. He headed for the stairs, crossing through the living room, and then stopped as the sound of a keyboard being used reached his ears. Becky was obviously in his study, using his computer, without his permission. The thought of that irrigating him just a little, but then another thought suddenly came to mind. Becky knew...his password! William headed straight into his study without stopping, without thinking. He entered, and then froze in place. Becky was indeed using his computer, but from the little red light that was on, indicating that his web-camera was also in use, he stopped short, his mouth trying to form words, frozen. Though so was Becky's face as she looked up at her father standing there in the doorway. She was naked, sitting in his chair, openly masturbating, while looking at someone else, no doubt doing the very same thing, and they...looking at her. Looking at his daughter as she likewise sat, playing with herself. "Alright Becky, I'd say you have some explaining to do!" He charged sounding angry, though he was far more surprised than anything. And though she too was initially surprised by his sudden appearance, she made no effort to hide herself from him, nor make up any excuses for what she'd just been doing either. She simply sat back in his chair, her large heavy breasts on display, a fact that was difficult not to notice or turn his eyes from. Becky hit some key, killing the video camera, but then refreshing another screen as she did. She turned the monitor towards him, simply saying as she did. "So do you daddy. So do you." To be continued... Becky Ch. 03 Dumbfounded, William had turned without saying a further word, heading out of the house and back to his office. The entire way, all William could think about was walking in on his daughter, sitting there at his desk, naked...and by the looks of it, 'camming' with someone, though he had no idea who. But the image of his daughter's large breasts was forever burned into his mind as well. Far larger than Carla's had been, especially her dark full areolas that nearly covered the entire front portion of her tits. He hadn't seen much else, and was almost grateful for that, sitting as she had been. But what she'd been doing had been obvious, and it had taken him off guard, and by surprise. Though so had her turning the tables on him as well. Spinning the monitor around, showing him what she'd found and discovered, the porn site's he'd gone too, looked at, and had jerked off to that very morning. How could he even begin to explain that to her? William knew that eventually he'd have to. Talk to her at least. There was so much going on that he obviously wasn't aware of, couldn't understand with regards to his daughter and this sudden change in her that was taking place. He had no idea how much, or how little, Carla had told her daughter about with regards to sex. Obviously she knew something, though he was pretty sure what little she did know about, she'd discovered on her own. Carla would have preferred keeping Becky in the dark as opposed to peaking her curiosity. Obviously, that was already happening. And it meant, that like it or not, William was eventually going to have to sit down and discuss it with her. But not until he was ready to no doubt answer a few questions she'd have for him too. ** Though she'd never admit it, Becky was as embarrassed as her father had been upon walking in and seeing her sitting there like that. Her only defense, was turning the tables on him, confronting him with what she'd discovered. The look on his face saying it all. His mouth opening, though no words came out, the flush in his face as he turned and simply walked out of the house. She knew that eventually they would talk. When he had time to think, to reason...perhaps to make some attempt at justifying himself. It would be an awkward discussion for them both when it came, as it would come. But for now at least, she'd managed to defuse what would have previously turned into a huge blowup. Especially had it been her mother finding her sitting there like that. It was almost comical. She had learned a lot this morning about her father, as well as herself. Not only had she browsed several web-sites depicting all kinds of pornographic material, but she had also discovered another web-site where people met on-line, went off to private chat-rooms, and as she eventually discovered, would turn on their cameras, sitting there watching one another masturbate. She had found it...exciting, and even dangerous in a way. And totally anonymous, which she'd enjoyed. She had not shown her face, or given out her name or where she lived. It had been easy setting up a screen name to use as she finally logged on, almost immediately being hit upon, although using a name like "Big-Boobs" had invited it. Within moments, she was flooded with invitations from men (and even one woman) to turn her cam on...and allow them to see her, as she accepted their invitations to watch them. Once she had managed to figure it all out, she had sat back, watching three different men, all jerking themselves off for her, while she in turn played with her own pussy and tits, for them. It had indeed been exciting, especially watching all three men (and almost a fourth) actually squirt. She'd found it fascinating, exciting...the subtle differences of all three when they did. Not only the volume of their eruptions, but the different ways that all three seemed to squirt...to "cum" when they finally got off for her. Why it aroused her, fascinated her...even amused her, she didn't quite know. But it did. And now, more than ever, Becky was bound and determined to see more men doing that, which would no doubt begin with Peter on her upcoming date Friday night. She wondered briefly if her father might try and ground her, or something like that, once again amused as she reconsidered that possibility. He couldn't, not now anyway. It gave her a sense of power, knowing her father was pretty helpless when it came to any form of punishment or retribution now that she was of legal age. He might not like it, he might even try and make things difficult for her because of it. But the beauty of all that was, she could now make things difficult for him too, if he actually tried. Still horny, even after the awkward situation just a short time ago, Becky returned to the web-site she'd been visiting, refreshed her screen name, and then typed: "Big Boobs is back...now, who'd like to play with me?" ** Becky had watched another half-dozen men jerking themselves off, as well as a couple who she had thoroughly enjoyed watching. Finally achieving a small, but pleasurable orgasm herself, even though it wasn't nearly as mind-blowing as the one she had given herself with the pulsating shower-massage, Becky had still enjoyed it. She'd actually enjoyed watching the men's spurting cocks almost as much. Her fascination for having watched them simply increasing her desire to see it for real, her expectations now for Friday, and for her date with Peter, taking on even more importance for her. She remembered the conversations in chat, so many men repeating how they wished they could dump their loads, squirt their cocks all over her breasts. She was surprised and amazed at that, everyone of them with the exception of one who wanted to squirt in her face instead, had shared with her their fantasy to do so. She'd never thought of her tits as being pretty, or something for men to drool over and fantasize about. But now she'd have to rethink that, reconsider. "Would Peter?" She asked herself. "Would he enjoy cumming all over my tits? Would he enjoy it if I were to titty-fuck him like so many men she had watched, who had wished that?" She remembered the feel of Bobby's slippery hot semen as it dribbled down over her hand. Admittedly, she now found the thought of that, feeling it...spurting against her breasts, exciting. She wondered what that would feel like, how it would look, her tits covered in cum, dripping and running down her chest and belly. The thought of that again arousing her as she finally turned off her father's computer, making her way back upstairs where she pleasured herself for the next solid hour, once again using the shower massage. It was the second best orgasm she'd ever experienced. ** William was glad that Mellissa was away from his desk when he returned, immediately going inside his office, closing the door. He stood in the window looking down at the city, though he wasn't looking at the people or cars down below. In his mind, he was staring at his daughter as she sat behind his desk, naked...playing with herself, her large breasts, those incredibly large dark areolas of hers with nipples fat and thick as she'd sat there pulling on one as he came in. So involved in his thoughts and the image, he hadn't heard the courtesy knock on his door. "William? Everything all right?" He spun on his heels now facing Mellissa, and just managed to climb back into his chair, not daring to look, hoping that it wasn't too late already. Only then feeling and realizing the erection he now had. He could only hope she hadn't noticed. "Yeah, yeah...ok," he said wearily. "Just my...daughter," he sighed shaking his head. "Would you like to talk about it?" Mellissa asked, closing the door behind her, sitting down in one of the chairs in front of his desk without being invited to. William could feel the heat spread across his face again, no way in hell could he tell her what he saw of course. "No it's ah, it's ok. Just not quite sure how to deal with it you know? Not used to being a parent I guess," he added sheepishly. "I don't think anyone really is," she laughed trying to lighten the mood just a bit. "Sometime's raising a kid is about the hardest thing anyone could ever do, especially when you run up against a situation that you haven't had to deal with before." "God, you can say that again!" William joined her laughing back, feeling a bit better, and then asking. "Listen, you've got daughter yourself don't you?" Although he didn't know a lot about Mellissa, he did know she was divorced and had been for a couple of years now. She had a teenage daughter, though he wasn't sure of her age. Mellissa again laughed, relaxing somewhat, seeing William finally relax. "More like a teenage vampire that I can't control if that's what you mean. Ever since her father and I divorced, she's made a game out of playing us off against the other. Is that...sort of what you're dealing with here? I mean I know your wife died, but is she using that against you in some way?" "I don't know...maybe. It's just that, well...I went home and ah...well, I ahh...sheeze," he said feeling exasperated. "Go on William, tell me. Don't be embarrassed, I want you to feel like you can tell me anything, share anything, especially if it might help. Raising a teenage girl isn't easy, especially for a man trying to raise one all by himself, so I'm sure there are even more problems associated with trying to do that." He sighed again, feeling exasperated. "It's just that its sort of...embarrassing," he explained seeing a bemused smile suddenly cross Mellissa's lips. "You're telling me you walked in on her? With another boy?" She asked. "I walked in on her yes...but not with anyone," he stated, "she was ah...you know," "Masturbating!" Mellissa finished for him, now laughing openly. "Oh William!" She again chuckled, blushing a little herself now too. "I can only imagine how awkward that must have been," she again laughed trying not to, but relieving the sudden tension somewhat too, though William was thinking even then. "You have no idea." "So what happened?" She asked settling back in her chair even more. "I don't mind telling you, I have done something similar myself with my daughter. Maybe it's not as bad as you think it is," she tried calming him. "I mean after all William, we all do it." Her comment caught him entirely off guard, though she then realized what she'd just confessed too, now blushing herself. "So tell me, what exactly happened?" William was surprised at how easy it was talking to her after that. And though he'd left out a few small details for obvious reasons, it was primarily about the somewhat estranged relationship he had with Becky in the first place, and then on top of all that...walking in on her while she sat at his computer, obviously watching someone else doing the same thing, while she did. He had no idea of course that it had been more than one person she had watched, but even one had been unsettling enough. Mellissa listened intently, oft times trying to hide the smile on her face again as he struggled through it, but at the end, she was sympathetic with him, and offered a little advise. "Like I said earlier William, we all do it. It's perfectly natural, and normal, especially for a young teenage woman, like your daughter, and mine. What I will say is this, she's old enough to make up her own mind about what she's curious about, and if browsing the internet and playing that way...safely, is what she's currently interested in doing, you might want to think about getting her, her own computer now. Especially since your wife no longer has any say in the matter. It might save you both from any future embarrassment." She was right of course, and it sounded like a pretty good idea. "And speaking of embarrassment," she added now blushing just a little again. He looked at her inquisitively. "You've got that meeting in just a little over an hour from now yes?" "Yes, why?" He asked. "Well," she blushed. "I don't know if you've got any spare clothes here you can change into. But I happened to notice, when I first came in...you ah...well let's just say, you had a spot there on the front of your slacks. And even if it dries out in time for the meeting, I'm not sure that the stain will have gone completely away." William looked down then, realizing she had noticed. And worse, just as she'd indicated, though the spot was indeed nearly dry now, it hadn't been when she'd first walked into his office. He was wearing beige slacks, and a very large, very noticeable wet spot had obviously greeted her the moment she had walked in on him. She again tried making light of it too. "We all get those too," she announced...even women. "And were it not for the fact that I'm wearing a dark skirt instead of slacks, chances are, I'd be in the same predicament you are. So now...do you have a change of clothing, or can I run out real quick and pick up something for you?" Mellissa had left soon after that, with his credit card and size. It had been an interesting afternoon to say the least, and then just before leaving, she had mentioned to him about perhaps getting together after work one evening soon for a drink. And hopefully another chat where she could perhaps offer up some additional advise to any "girl-raising" questions he might have. He was already looking forward to that. ** Luckily for her, and grateful for it, Becky's father had either made up some excuse about his work and having to come home later than usual for the next two days. And whether or not that was actually true really didn't matter. At least whatever confrontation or discussion they'd eventually have, was put off for the moment anyway. Her father had in fact come home fairly late twice now in a row, and she had once run into him when he had. He's simply told her good-night, heading off towards his bedroom, but the faint smell of alcohol on him told her that wherever he'd been, it hadn't been all about work. She had wondered about that, but then let it go. In a way, maybe her father was trying to find out who he really was too. The things she had found on his computer told her that much. As strict as her mother had been with her, hinted at the very real possibility, that her father hadn't exactly had it easy with her either. There was obviously a lot more to the man than even she realized or understood, and that perhaps in time...when he was ready, when they both were, they might actually be able to sit down and discuss it. But that was for another place and time. At the moment, she was sitting patiently, anxiously...waiting for Peter to pick her up for their date. ** She had no clue what he'd even planned, but the moment he took the turn off heading up towards the lake, she knew she didn't have to worry about even suggesting it. She thought briefly about mentioning the old picnic area, but Peter seemed to have another place already in mind. He turned just before reaching the place she knew about. "Don't be nervous," he assured her. "I've been up here plenty of times. As long as you have a decent four-wheel drive, it's no big deal. But that's why we come up here, because very few others do, or even know about it." Sitting in his Jeep, Peter took what appeared to be nothing more than an old deer trail, which climbed quickly, and a little steep. But in no time at all, they had reached the top of the hill, and then Becky could see why he'd come up here. It was beautiful as they reached a fairly flat plateau overlooking the valley beyond with the lights from the small town they lived in shimmering below them. "You like?" He asked pulling the Jeep around, cutting off the headlights as they now sat staring out into the beyond. "Very nice," Becky said jumping out of the Jeep. She was feeling wicked, wanting to make it obvious what she was there for as she walked around in front of the Jeep, turning only once she'd undone the blouse she had on, showing Peter her breasts, even though she still had her bra on. He climbed out himself, walking around facing her and then helping her to remove her blouse, clumsily helping her to remove her bra as well seconds later. "Frankly, I'm surprised you agreed to even go out with me," he said openly fondling her breasts now, enjoying the feel of them as he lifted, hefting them in his hands, enjoying their weight as he literally juggled them a bit. "Oh? And why's that?" "Well after Bobby obviously blabbed things to my brother, and then to me...and god knows who else he told, I figured there was no way in hell you'd actually agree to go out with me. Especially since..." "It was your hope all along, you'd get to see and play with my tits, and perhaps a bit more?" Becky finished for him. "Yeah that," he grinned. "And maybe even..." "A hand job? Or blow job?" She finished again. "I don't fuck. And won't. Not yet anyway, not that I don't eventually want to try that, because I do. But for now, let's just say it's not on the menu, ok?" "No worries. I'm good with either one of those two," he grinned almost evilly. "But I do have to ask, how come the sudden change of mind, you know...about going out with me, knowing all this? I mean after the way you dumped Bobby and all." She thought about that briefly, even then deciding that maybe she shouldn't have been as harsh with him as she had been, though on the other hand, she was here now which she wouldn't have been either if she hadn't done that. "Let's just say, I have this sudden curiosity about things. In particular, about men's cocks. I'm no slut, so don't think that I am. I'm obviously still a virgin, and plan on remaining that way for a while. But I do have a sudden interest, and have most recently found it arousing and exciting in watching a guys cock spurt. Which is why we're obviously here now isn't it? You brought me up here in the hopes of not only getting to see my tits, which you're now fondling. But also maybe...being treated either to a hand job or blow job? Right?" Peter leered at her. "Right!" "Good, and just so you know, so we're both on the same page here then. I'm here to do just that, for no other reason that I want to see it, enjoy it. So unlike Bobby, feel free to tell whoever you trust, who might be interested in me doing the same for them." Peter looked at her for a moment like she was some kind of alien who'd just transported down from the planet Venus on a mission to steal men's sperm as a means of repopulating the planet. "Seriously? You don't mind if I tell anyone else about this?" "Seriously...no. I don't." "Hell's bells! I can have half a dozen guys here in less than an hour if you're serious," he joked to some degree. "Yeah? No shit. Really?" "Yeah, really...if you're really serious," he asked. "I am. Just one thing. Whoever you invite, tell them it's hand jobs only, nothing else. But tell them they can cum on my tits if they want to, either by me jerking them off, or while they do. But only there, and nothing else. Except for you," she added then. "I'll give you a blow job, but only if you promise to tell me before you cum, and then you can cum on me where ever you'd like. Just not in me. And I'll even lick you off after you do to. But the whole point is, I want to watch your dick squirt. Agreed?" "No problem," he smiled back, already holding his phone. "And I really am serious, if you are. I can have a few guys here within the hour." "Then do it!" She told him, already reaching for the buckle on his belt as she began undoing that, and then unzipping his jeans. "I don't know if they'll actually believe me or not," he said leaning against the Jeep as Becky knelt below him, now sucking and licking his hard cock. "But I told them they had to be here within the hour, or forget it." "Well, while we're waiting for them, you want to titty-fuck me for a bit? Or would you rather I continue blowing you?" Becky Ch. 03 He laughed. "Can we do a bit of both?" He asked. "And...can I see you, naked? You know...everything?" "Ok, sure. But just you. As soon as the other guys show up, I put my pants on again ok? I don't want anyone getting ideas. Like I said, they can see, play, and even cum on my tits if they want to...but nothing else." "Cool," he grinned liking the sound of that as Becky hurriedly removed the rest of her clothing while Peter took a blanket out of the back seat, laying it down on the soft wild grass there in front of them. He then lay down, inviting her to lay down with him, now as naked as he as the two kissed for the first time, entwined, finger's playing, caressing. "Ok, what would you like first?" She asked. "The blow job, or the titty fuck?" "You in some sort of a hurry?" He quipped. "In fact...I am. I really do want to see you squirt. Can you cum more than once?" He laughed. "You really do have a cum fetish don't you?" "If that's what you call it, I guess I do. I like seeing it, watching a guy squirt. I've noticed after watching several guys on line cum, how different they all are. Some squirt a lot, and far too! Others squirt a few times, and then dribble. And others still, just sort of ooze out, some a lot...some not so much. Why is that anyway?" Peter again chuckled, though also moaning as Becky lay beside him, now jacking his cock. "I guess that all depends. I know for myself, if I haven't cum for a couple of days, I tend to shoot a lot, and yeah...far too. But if I already jacked off that morning, and then cum again later, not quite so much...though I still seem to shoot a few shots even then. Rarely does it just ooze out, unless I've been jacking off a lot." She laughed. "Cool. So then. What can I expect tonight then? When was the last time you jacked yourself off?" "Not for three days now," he said honestly. "Oh goody. So that means...you should squirt pretty good for me then yes?" "Count on it, yes," he laughed and then pleasurably sighed again as Becky leaned over, taking his cock deeply into her mouth. ** William stood at the door, a bottle of wine in hand. He was nervous waiting on Mellissa to answer the door. The last time they had been together had gotten fairly heated. "Well, 'anything' was heated in comparison to the sex-life he once had with Carla, if you want to even call it that," he thought. But he had placed his hand on her breast for a short while, even if it was through her clothes. That simple thing, more exciting and erotic than what he'd experienced in more years than he could even remember. The door opened, Mellissa standing there in nothing more than a terry-cloth bathrobe. "I'm sorry, am I early?" He asked quickly glancing at his watch, and then back up at her again. The robe dropped, revealing her nakedness. "No, in fact...you're right on time!" ** "Fuck! I'm almost there!" Peter announced. Removing his hard prick from her mouth, though she nearly didn't, Becky immediately crawled up and over him, sandwiching his cock between her huge breasts. She proceeded to jack him off, using her tits to do so with, his massive purple head appearing, and then disappearing briefly between the deep gulley of her tits. Becky continued to pump his prick up and down as he began panting excitedly. "Oh yeah, oh fuck! That's it! That's it!" He cried out. "I'm gonna...CUM!" He screamed out, his prick suddenly unleashing a torrent of cream. Becky sat back, her hand now wrapped around his thick cock, pumping it, squeezing it, watching as streamer after streamer of his white hot sticky goo seemed to explode from his prick-tip, bathing and saturating her breasts. She nearly came, just watching it, feeling it. The sensation of all that hot messy cream covering her breasts, beginning to run in small little rivers down her breasts already was erotic as all get out. She even scooped some of it up, licking it off her fingers before diving back down onto his cock again, sucking it...and drawing whatever remained from deep within his balls. "That what you had in mind?" Peter asked a short time later, still lazily laying there together on the blanket, Becky idly playing with his cock, which had surprisingly started to firm up again. Just as the appearance of headlights crested the hill, letting them know they were about to have company. "Yes, and then some," she laughed looking at the four-wheel drive truck that suddenly appeared having topped the hill, now heading directly towards them as Becky jumped back into her jeans again, though deciding to remain topless as she turned, standing allowing the headlights to reveal her in all her glory. "You better let me talk to them first," Peter said already holding up his hands, walking towards the truck, though asking. "You want them one at a time? Or what?" She thought about it briefly, she had another thought in mind, but she'd save that for tomorrow. "One at a time, for now," she remarked. "Perhaps tomorrow, we can take things a step further, at my place," she hinted as Peter's eyebrows rose in question to that, though his buddies had started piling out of the truck, three of them from what she could see. She grinned, she was about to see three more hard horny cocks squirting on her, and she was really, really looking forward to that. To be continued... Becky Ch. 04 Peter stood talking to his friends for a moment, and then one of them, a tall lanky looking kid with blonde hair started walking towards her. She recognized him almost immediately. Brad Jensen. It was another one of the guys that Peter played with on the basket ball team, and in all likelihood, his best friend as he was the first to come walking over. He actually seemed nervous and hesitant at first, unsure of what was expected here as he approached. "Hi, I'm Brad," he introduced himself. "I know. Becky," she responded kneeling there in front of him looking up. "Go ahead, take it out," she said simply. Brad unzipped, though keeping his jeans on, fumbling for a moment as he fished around inside, finally withdrawing his somewhat hardened prick. And though it wasn't nearly fully erect yet, Becky could already see it would be rather long as it grew, yet slim in comparison to Peter's tool. Becky eyed it appreciatively as Brad stood there stroking it for a moment, coaxing it into even greater hardness. "You have nice tits," he said out of the blue, looking down at her, his voice already sounding husky. Becky knew this wasn't going to take very long, as horny as the boys all were most likely, just thinking about the opportunity to have someone actually jerking their cocks off for them. "Thanks," she said looking down at them, the traces of Peter's cream now dried and caked on her breasts, already looking forward to a new supply of fresh juice as Becky reached up, chasing away Brad's hand, replacing it with her own as she began slowly working his shaft up and down. "When was the last time you came?" "Wha...oh, ah, yesterday," he stammered somewhat confused by the question, though thoroughly enjoying Becky's talented hand as she continued to manipulate his cock, periodically squeezing it, teasing the head as his lubrications oozed out, which she then used to further stimulate it with. "Good, hopefully that means you'll have a lot of cum for me," she grinned wickedly, looking up at him as she knelt there jacking him off. "Oh yeah, for sure," he smiled back. "Peter said we could come on your tits?" "If you'd like that, yes, you can. Would you like me to titty-fuck you a bit just before you do?" "Oh fuck yeah!" He responded back looking down at her large somewhat floppy looking breasts, though he found the idea appealing as Becky drew him further down to her level, where she now wrapped her tits firmly about his straining cock, cradling it as she held, pressing them together about his shaft, once again working it slowly up and down. She spit, adding a bit more lubrication as she continued. "Just say when," she told him. "Because I actually want to watch it spurt," she said hotly. "I really want to see this nice hard cock of yours when it cums." It wasn't long after that when he informed her he was ready. Becky sat back on her haunches, once more fisting him, her movements a bit more rapid now as she drove him towards release. He groaned, tensed up, and then called out to her. "Here it cums!" Sure enough, the first hot milky white spurt of his seed leapt from the tip of his cock, splashing copiously against her breast. Another one following quickly after that, and then another...and another, as Becky cried out in joyous glee, watching Brad's semen splatter against both of her tits until she was saturated almost completely. "Wow, that was...hot!" He exclaimed, still trying to catch his breath, now somewhat sheepishly standing, putting his prick away again. "Yes it was," she responded back, looking down at herself, enjoying the feel of his hot sticky semen clinging to her. "Now...go back and send the next one over." ** Mellissa led William into the kitchen area, not at all uncomfortable, or obviously inhibited about standing there naked in front of him as she handed him a cork screw so that he could open the bottle of wine. Mellissa reached up into her cabinet, withdrawing a couple of wine glasses as he did that. It gave him the opportunity to look at her as he began uncorking the bottle. Though her breasts weren't nearly as large as Becky's were, they were still bigger than Carla's had been. They had a nice tear-drop shape to them, with light pink nipples, a bit pointed at the end. He found himself drooling over the thought that he might indeed be sucking on each of them here very, very soon. Or so he hoped anyway. In addition, he took delight in her tight firm ass as she stretched up to retrieve the glasses. Turning back towards him now, placing the glasses on the counter so he could pour. There was a small, neatly trimmed, patch of fur just above her Mons, directing his eyes downwards to it as he poured the wine, once again almost licking his lips, imagining what she might taste like. It had been so long. One of the few things Carla actually enjoyed his doing to her...when he was lucky enough to actually do it. Though ironically enough, Carla had never once reciprocated. The last time he had actually gotten a blow job was from a girl that worked in a massage parlor when he was in the service, shortly before meeting, and eventually marrying his wife. He had actually forgotten what something like that felt like. "Where's ah...Jessica?" He asked somewhat nervously. "She's staying at her father's place this weekend. So we pretty much have the entire evening to ourselves," she winked. They clinked glasses, toasting to that. "Would you care for a snack?" Mellissa nodded towards several plates filled with small little hors'doeuvre's she had made, having obviously gone to a great deal of effort in creating them. "I would yes, though perhaps later. Right now, the only thing I'd really care to snack on...is you." ** Becky had been surprised to see Larry there. Peter's younger brother, and Bobby's best friend. No doubt, Bobby would himself hear about this, knowing that. Though Becky smiled at the ironic set of circumstances that had caused all this. Perhaps a bit more inexperienced himself, or highly worked up by the time it was his turn, he had climaxed far too soon, and almost immediately, within a minute or two after Becky had actually touched him. And though he so far had the smallest cock of any she'd seen and handled, he had spurted against her tits copiously, far more than Peter and Brad had done combined, so the early unexpected ejaculation had still been worth it regardless of that. Once more leaving her breasts cum-coated, and glistening in the early moon-light. "Tell Bobby when you see him, that if he still wants to have his cock sucked, or jacked...he can call me. Provided he's willing to accept things the way they are," she added. "I'm enjoying this, and have no intention of stopping or going back now. So make sure you tell him that when you see him next, if he's even still interested." Larry seemed shocked, somewhat surprised to hear her tell him that, but he nodded his head, and then walked back to rejoin his group of friends and brother. There was still one more to go, and she was already looking forward to that as she surprised herself, taking off the rest of her clothing until she was naked, laying down on the blanket that Peter had earlier spread out for her. She was laying there touching and pleasing herself when Mike Warder, a member of the football team, but good friends with the other guys came walking up. He already had his dick out, which was nice and hard, and by far, the biggest one she had seen yet. "The guys wanted me to ask you, if you were up for seconds with any of them, if they wanted to go again." "Sure, why not? And in fact, you can tell them they can come over now then if they're ready," she stated, having decided that it might be even more fun to see them all at once. "Unless you'd rather have your first turn alone like they did." "Actually," he smiled. "Though this might sound weird to you, I have a girlfriend, so I wasn't going to let you touch me anyway. I was just gonna jack off over you, no worse than doing that while looking at a magazine, right?" He asked as though seeking some assurance it was really no worse than that, and thus not some kind of violation of commitment with his girlfriend or something. And though Becky could have cared less about that, she saw the need to reassure his conscience. "Totally understand, and that's cool," she said smiling up at him as she lay there touching herself. "All I really want to do is see you squirt anyway," she said boldly. "And especially with you standing there like that, above me when you do. Should be interesting. And like I said, if the other guys want to come over and join you, then tell them to come on ahead, if they're ready." Mike turned, waving at the other guys, calling out to them. "Hey dudes...she said she'd be cool with that, if you all want to come over, and just jack off over her," he chuckled. Becky glanced over, seeing them discussing it for a moment, and then as one...including Larry, they all came sauntering over to her once again. ** Although still partially dressed, having only removed his shirt, Mellissa had drawn William down onto the couch with her. He was about as excited as he'd ever been, and because of it, Leery in going too fast, or getting too worked up too soon. The last thing he wanted to do was disappoint her, which he feared that he might. In all the years he'd been married to Carla, he'd never technically cheated on her. At least in his mind anyway. Out of pure, simple frustration, he had sought out the services of a prostitute, three times in all those years, though even then, he'd only allowed himself to be given a hand job, no oral sex, and certainly not intercourse, though he'd been actually afraid of doing that in the event he might bring home some disease. He knew Carla would have killed him had he done so. Literally. They lay together kissing, his hands now freely wandering, caressing and touching her pliant breasts. Already his hard cock was straining against his slacks, no doubt creating and leaving another large wet spot. He actually laughed, remembering that, and then sharing that with her as she looked, confirming, and then laughing with him that he had indeed done so. "William? There's something I need to tell you, something you need to know before we continue this any further," she said suddenly serious, forcing him to sit up next to her as she took his hands into hers. "Yeah?" He asked inquisitively, though suddenly fearful at what she might have to say, which was confirmed for him moments later. "You need to know that I have been seeing someone else, and that's not likely to change," she began. "But you needed to know that before we take this any further, in the event you're not ok with that. I don't want anyone getting hurt because of it." Although her comments stunned him to some degree, he was at least grateful for her honesty. He hadn't considered the very real possibility that she would have been seeing, or dating someone else, though as pretty, and sexy as she was, that shouldn't have surprised him. "Does he know about us?" "She..." Mellissa responded back, blushing just a bit. "And yes, she does. But she wanted me to tell you about us, before you and I got involved with one another. And like I said, to let you know that regardless of what happens here with us, that we will indeed still continue to see each other, and be together from time to time. Is that something you think you can handle?" She asked still holding his hands in hers, though trembling just a bit. That was certainly something he hadn't expected to hear, even though he was suspecting something when she initially began. But another woman? William wasn't sure how to deal with that truth be told, it wasn't something he'd ever been confronted with before, though he had certainly enjoyed watching two women together in some of the movies he had watched, and had of course had fantasies and the like, regarding threesomes like that. Though never in a million years ever expecting to experience something like that either. Nor was he now. The likelihood of the three of them ever getting together as far-fetched as any of that. "Does that...shock you? Surprise you?" She worriedly asked. "Well maybe just a little," he answered her, though smiling. "I would certainly never have suspected that, just between you and me." He paused, considering. "Anyone...I know? You know...just in case?" Mellissa laughed at that. "Oh I'm sure you DO know her in fact. So yes, just in case. Though we would both ask that you keep this to yourself, as it could potentially cause a few problems in the long run. Agreed?" "Agreed," he committed, though only somewhat relieved, but even more curious now that she had told him this. "So who?" "Grace Woodruff." The name sounded familiar to him though he couldn't quite place the face. "The name sounds familiar, though I'm not sure I can place who she is exactly." "She's the P.E. teacher at the high school. Pretty much everyone knows she's a lesbian, though she keeps her private life to herself, which is why I needed to tell you this, and why we need to be discreet about it. Having any sordid details come out about the two of us, or anyone else for that matter, is the last thing we all need." Now he remembered. He'd had a brief discussion with her about a year or so ago, with regards to Becky, the problem she was having with showering in front of the other girls, and the teasing they had given her at the time. She had attempted to have the same conversation with Carla at first, but had come away from that conversation with a bad taste in her mouth, especially as the teasing and torment continued, even though she'd tried stepping in on Becky's behalf. That had merely evoked the ire of William's deceased wife, though he hadn't known it at the time. Carla telling "Miss Woodruff" to keep her nose out of our business. She had called him at the office a few days later, asking if he could privately meet with her, which he'd then done, behind both his daughter's and wife's back. "Listen, the only way I can get her out of having to shower with the other girls, is to get her switched to seventh period. That way, she doesn't have to shower here, she can go home to do that since schools over with for the day. But the only way I can make that happen, is if Becky's willing to drop her study class for this one. And then the other problem is this, seventh period is when I am actually with the JV, and Varsity cheerleaders. I have one or two other girls who mainly work for me in the office during that time. I would use Becky as one of them, so she wouldn't actually even have to participate in doing anything. But it would keep her out of trouble with the other girls, especially...the cheerleaders." William clearly remembered having that conversation now with Grace. She was a very well built, very attractive looking black woman, with very deep bronze skin, dark piercing eyes, and a smile that seemed a mile wide when she did. "I'm not sure what I could do or say to convince her of that," William told her. "You leave that part up to me. What I need from you, is your written permission to do that. Something I couldn't obtain from your wife, who was dead-set against it. Fortunately, I don't need both parents permission. Just one. So if you're willing...I certainly am, and I can get her into that class, and away from the girls who seem to enjoy tormenting her. Becky never needs to know of this conversation. I'm pretty sure, I can convince her to make the change, for her own good and benefit. So...what do you say? William had of course, given her his written permission. And much to his delight, he never heard another word, one way or the other, that Becky was having any other problems again with the other girls in school. Sure, he'd heard there'd been some teasing, and even a confrontation once between herself and one of the head cheerleaders, but Grace had immediately put a stop to that, threatening to bar the other girl from ever participating again. With the same threat being applied to all of them...they'd eventually left Becky alone. "So...you and Grace huh?" He asked smiling now, trying to imagine it. "Yeah, me and Grace. And don't go getting your hopes up either you nasty man. Grace is truly a lesbian, never been with a man, never will be either. And no...she's not into threesome's either. Tolerant enough of me, knowing that I'm not really a lesbian myself, nor necessarily bi either, just that she and I came together at a point in my life when I was feeling pretty low, and uncomfortable with myself. We got involved because of that, and...because my daughter Jessica, just happened to be one of the cheerleaders that was antagonizing your daughter. So...now you know everything. But now that you do, how do you feel about all that?" William began removing the rest of his clothing. "Give me a minute, and I'll show you." ** It was interesting, laying there beneath the stars, uninhibitedly and unabashedly, playing with herself while four men stood around her, looking down, watching her do that as they proceeded to jerk themselves off. Each one of them uniquely different in their own way, four hard cocks of differing size and proportion, the initial reluctance of doing this in front of one another, having melted away as the pure lustful horniness of getting their rocks off again, took over. Even the shyer Larry seemed to be enjoying himself as he stood there jacking his smaller cock, everyone of them picking out a place, and even going so far as to discuss it, as they announced their intentions, on where they planned on placing their next shots. "Man, look at those tits of hers! Aren't they fucking amazing?" Mike asked. "I've never seen hubcaps on a woman quite like hers are before, have you guys?" Initially, the term 'hub-caps' for her large dark areola's had bothered her when she'd heard it used before. Now however, she had found it actually stimulating, and suggestive. The mere fact that all four of them seemed to be fascinated with them, with her tits...made it all the more erotic, especially as they commented, looking down as she cupped her breasts together, jiggling them, and playing with them for them. "Oh fuck, look at that would you?" Brad quipped, stepping up, obviously getting close. "I'm gonna drench this one!" He proclaimed, picking out Becky's left tit, now pointing his prick directly down at her, milking it fast and furiously, well on his way. Mike stepped up on the other side, no doubt picking out his target as well, her right breast, though he knelt down beside her now, much closer...perhaps testing and tempting himself as he rubbed the spongy helmeted shaft in his hand against Becky's hard extended nipple, before his cock suddenly erupted. "Oh man...look at that!" Someone said, groaning as Mike unleashed what looked like a gallon of cum all over her tit, some of which easily shot up and over her shoulder, hitting poor Larry in the leg. "Oh fuck man, look where you're shooting that shit!" Everyone laughed, all except for Larry, though Becky was laughing too, and then felt sorry for him as he blushed both with fury and embarrassment. "Come here honey," she cooed beckoning to him. "Bring that sweet dick of yours down here, so I can kiss it." With a smug look on his face, Larry knelt down next to her, Mike now moving away to stand and watch. Even Peter was surprised as Becky all but swallowed Larry's prick, sucking it deeply into her mouth. She did so a number of times, and then removed it saying. "Go ahead Larry...cum in my mouth, I want to taste you," she said, and then sucked him deeply inside again. In moments, Larry was crying out like a Banshee as he came, filling Becky's mouth with torrents of his sweet hot sticky cum. As she did that, Peter walked around, standing between her legs, and simply sprayed her nearly from head to toe. Becky felt his spurts criss-crossing her entire body, some of which landed in her hair, alongside her face, some on her tummy and breasts, though he seemed to enjoy milking himself off mostly against her hair-covered pussy. Here, his semen stood out the most, obscene, even vulgar looking in appearance as it clung to, and matted her pussy-coarse hair. Becky reached down, feeling and finding his semen sitting there, and within seconds, used some of it to pleasure her own clit with. She had a nice, though quiet little orgasm as she did that, and as the guys now began to grow uncomfortable standing there with their dicks out in front of one another. Becky Ch. 04 "Well fuck...that was cool, but we really need to get going now," Brad said, the one who had driven the rest of them up here. "Yeah, we should be too," Peter agreed looking at his watch, turning to Becky. "You should probably get cleaned up and dressed, it's 10:15 now, he informed her. And though she stood, she didn't make any effort to dress, spreading out the blanket having folded it over on his seat, ensuring that nothing spilled or got on to his car seats as she climbed in...still naked. "You're not serious," he wondered looking at her, though smiling somewhat. "What if someone sees you?" He asked. "Fuck em!" Becky quipped, too tired, and yet too exhilarated to care. She'd take a nice long, hot shower when she got home. And she also knew, she'd give herself the really big orgasm she was desperately in need of now once she got there. "Just get me home," she responded, and then sat back in her seat, enjoying the feel of the cool night air as it both dried, and caressed her cum splattered body. ** Peter had indeed dropped her off, not even bothering to get out of the Jeep when she did. He had said goodnight, and then pulled away from the curb as though worried someone might see him, and her. He had sped off in a hurry, into the night, not even bothering to turn on his headlights again until he had reached the corner. "Fuck him!" She spat, walking up the drive to the back door, carrying her clothing, uncaring if anyone had seen, or was looking. "Let em look, let em wonder...let em want," she repeated to herself as she soon searched for her key, suddenly grateful that her father's car wasn't sitting there. She'd hate to have had to get dressed, and then laughed at that, imagining the expression on his face as she sauntered into the house, looking the way she was. By now, the deluge of cum she'd been splattered with had dried and caked over almost her entire body. A portion of her short hair was even matted with it, as she glanced at herself in the mirror after stepping inside the living room. The little bit of mascara and eye shadow she wore, now streaked, blackening her eyes some where the cum had run, taking it with it down her cheek was almost laughable. And then she did laugh, seeing herself, realizing that there was a very good possibility, she'd never see hide nor hair from any of those guys again. "Well fuck them too!" She said answering herself, and then headed upstairs to take that nice long orgasmic shower she'd been so looking forward to. To be continued... Becky Ch. 05 Becky woke rolling over in bed, looking at the clock on her nightstand. It read 8:22 on a Saturday morning. She lay there gathering herself, recalling. She'd heard her father come in somewhere after one in the morning. It was the first time she could ever recall his coming home that late when he obviously wasn't working. The fact that he had, pissed her off a little. The fact she was bound by an idiotic curfew, especially at her age, and about to graduate in less than a week now, seemed totally unfair. Starting off the day in a bad mood wasn't ideal, but she found the situation hypocritical and annoying. But admittedly she was curious too. Just where had her father been all evening long anyway? Becky headed off into the bathroom to pee, hearing her father bustling about downstairs, the smell of bacon in the air, but even more interesting, she could hear him whistling. "What the fuck?" She asked herself, even more annoyed now than she had been. It was rare that he cooked breakfast any more, and rarer still to hear her father whistling. Whatever he'd done last night had put him in a good mood, and here she was, in a shitty one. Becky threw on what had once been her mother's robe wearing nothing else, and headed downstairs. Her father just then dishing up a plate of bacon and eggs for her, two slices of toast, dark...just the way she liked it. But it wasn't that so much that had again put her off guard as the large box sitting on one end of the table. "What's this?" She asked taking a seat as her dad carried his own plate over sitting it down across from her. "I got you your own computer," he said nonchalantly, making no mention of the reason why, though the reason why was obvious. "I thought it was about time you had one of your own, especially with starting school again in the fall." he reasoned. Becky was admittedly surprised, seeing that, along with what also appeared to be a webcam as an accessory. She almost smiled, wondering if he had done that on purpose, or if it had simply been a part of the package when he'd purchased it. "Was he in fact condoning what she'd been caught doing?" She again wondered. "Ok, ah...thanks," she said still a bit confused at this unexpected generosity, though she just as quickly surmised this was perhaps his way of telling her to keep off his computer. It was obvious he wasn't about to explain, or justify what she'd obviously found, no more than he was going to ask her about what she'd been doing in the first place when he had walked in on her. "So I can set this up in my own room right?" William took a bite of food, simply nodding his head. "Ok if I call one of my friends to have them come over and help me set it all up later?" "Sure, no problem," her father stated. "I'm going to be gone for most of the afternoon, and evening anyway, so that shouldn't really be a problem. Hope its ok," he added trying to smile politely at her as he did. Becky reached for the small box containing the web-cam itself, seemingly curious about it, but wanting to see her father's reaction upon doing so. She was curious if he'd even say anything about it one way or the other. He didn't though, continuing to eat as she sat back in her chair, pretending to read the back of the box, which is also when she happened to glance down at herself. The front of her robe had parted, revealing a significant amount of cleavage, all she had to do was lean forward just a bit more, and she knew her left breast would be all but exposed. It wasn't as though Becky had any thoughts about her father, because she didn't. The very thought of something like that almost turning her stomach, but she was getting a bit of a sadistic kick in wondering if he was in fact some sort of a deviant pervert. After what she had seen and discovered him looking at, and then finding her doing what she had been without saying anything to her about it, and now all this...she amused herself when considering his reaction to her. She leaned forward, replacing the small box back on the table, purposely fumbling with it, tipping it over as though it had accidentally fallen out of her grasp. Sure enough, she could feel the material of her robe part even further, and just for a moment, the coolness of the air in the room as it bathed her bare breast. Becky pretended not to notice it was actually hanging out for a moment. And then to her surprise, her father mentioned it. "Becky, you might want to cover up there, your boob's hanging out." Ok, THAT was a surprise, though she quickly readjusted herself, actually feigning embarrassment as she hurriedly tucked her tit back inside the robe, re-cinching it tightly. Her father now concentrating, and obviously looking at his plate full of food, rather than on her while she did that. "So you'll be out for the day then?" She asked making small talk, a little unnerved now by all this. And even more curious by this sudden change of attitude and demeanor than she was used to seeing in him. "Yeah, probably. Meeting a friend later at Chili's for dinner, then perhaps a movie after that, so I may be home a bit late again," he confessed without going into any more detail. "Anyone I know?" She asked inquisitively. "No, just someone I work with," he offered and nothing else, now standing clearing away his dishes taking them to the sink. "Don't bother washing them," she said. "I'll do up yours along with mine," she offered trying to sound nice, though she was even more irritated now that she had been. Obviously her father was dating, seeing someone, and he wasn't about to tell her who either. And for whatever reason, the thought of that now pissed her off. "So I'm on my own for dinner then right?" "Right," he agreed, turning, fishing out his wallet however as he did that, placing a pair of twenties on the table. "Since you're planning on having someone come over later to help you set up your new PC, thought maybe you'd enjoy ordering in this evening, since I'll be out anyway." He was again being uncharacteristically sweet to her, or so she imagined, though quickly pocketing the money he'd just given her, taking delight in her robe parting once again as she did that. She quickly glanced up, just in time to see her father avert his gaze. She had in fact caught him looking. "So maybe he is still a pervert after all," she mused to herself. "Enjoys looking at his daughters tits does he?" But then asking herself, "And who else's tits is he currently looking at these days too?" She was now bound and determined to find out. And she now had a pretty good idea of where and when she could do it too. "Ok, well...I'm off. Have a few errands to run, and then like I said, I'll be out for the rest of the afternoon and evening most likely. So have fun getting set up," he told her, and then truly shocked her when he leaned over, kissing her forehead before turning and walking out. "That son of a bitch is getting some!" She said aloud after he had gone. And now for sure, she wanted to know just who in the hell her father was fucking! ** Becky sat on her bed picking up her cell phone, wondering if Bobby would even answer it when he saw who was actually calling. To her surprise, he picked up almost immediately, the tone of his voice both cautious and surprised. "Becky?" "Yeah, bet you're surprised to be hearing from me aren't you?" "Well yeah, sort of," he hesitated, and then held his hand over the phone speaking to someone standing next to him, though she was unable to make out what was being said. "So...why are you calling me anyway?" He asked. "After what you said..." "Because I reacted too quickly," she told him, obviously throwing him off guard. "And I've changed my mind, reconsidered a few things. But, not going to lie to you either," she added to that. "I've since learned a few things about myself, that I have no intention of changing either. For one...let me ask this, have you spoken to Larry at all yet?" She had to stifle a chuckle as she again heard Bobby trying to mute his phone, speaking to someone, which she now began to suspect WAS Larry. "As a matter of fact, he just barely got here," Bobby lamely responded. "Ah huh," she replied in kind. "So did he tell you anything about what happened last night?" She asked. "He was just about to," Bobby lied once again. "Well in that case, I'll let him fill you in on all the horny little details. And just so you know, whatever he tells you is true, it did happen. And if you don't believe him, you can ask me when you get here." "And why would I be coming over?" He asked trying to sound a bit indignant. "Because the two of you are going to help me set up my new computer, that's why. And I'll pay the two of you for doing that, with a nice messy blow-job, how's that sound?" There was a momentary pause, once again almost making Becky laugh. "What about your dad?" "Don't worry about him, he won't be home until way late tonight. But that does bring up another favor I need to ask of you too." "Oh? And what's that?" "I'll tell you about that AFTER we've set up my computer, and AFTER I've given you both a blow-job. Now...when can you be here?" "We're leaving now," Bobby answered. Becky clicked off, smiling, and then went in to take a quick shower and find something sexy and enticing to wear before they got there. ** William was a little nervous at meeting both Mellissa and Grace at the park. Mellissa had called him earlier that morning to let him know how her conversation had gone with Grace, especially after filling her in with all the details. Which she stated Grace had asked her specifically about. After which, it had been at her suggestion that the three of them meet later, to iron out any questions anyone might have, getting everything out in the open as it where. He felt a little strange when agreeing to do that, especially as he had, had a brief conversation with the woman before, when dealing with Becky. This however, was on a whole different level from that. William pulled into the park immediately spotting their cars parked side-by-side as he pulled in alongside them. Noticing when he did, they were already sitting at a nearby picnic table waiting on him as he got out and began walking towards them. To his surprise, Mellissa greeted him with a kiss, though he was fairly confident she would have given Grace a kiss as well had she likewise just gotten there. And no doubt, already had. "Nice to see you again," Grace smiled, chuckling a bit, making him relax when she did even shaking his hand. "Though I daresay, we're here to be discussing something a bit more on the personal side of things aren't we?" "Yeah, I guess so," William replied in kind. "I told Mellissa after she called me to let me know how things went with the two of you last night, that it might be a good idea to get together like this, so that we could openly discuss any questions or concerns that anyone might have. For one, it's imperative that whatever takes place, remains just between the three of us, and no one else, for obvious reasons. Will you agree to do that?" "No problem," William assured her. "I won't mention any of this to anyone." "Good. And secondly, you're obviously aware that I'm a lesbian. I have no desire to do anything, or get involved with you myself. However..." Even Mellissa seemed to raise her eyebrows in surprise when she heard that one. "However?" "Yeah," Grace smiled, leaning over to kiss Mellissa on the cheek. "However...I also think it's important that we all understand one another in the intimate sense of the word, so that we have a greater appreciation for one another, and for what we're feeling. And the only way I can think of to do that, is to occasionally be together, on an intimate basis. So what I'm saying is this, from time to time, I think it will be appropriate, and reasonable to suggest that we all three be together when we're fooling around. Certainly not all the time mind you. But also, just so you know William, even when we are, I have no intention of being with you, or doing anything to you in any way. I will be interested yes in seeing how the two of you are together, and in joining you during certain moments, when the two of us pleasure Mellissa here together. As long as you're ok with that. I just think that will go a long way in eliminating any doubts, fears or concerns any of us might have with regards to one another. So...I guess my question to both of you is, can you live with that?" Mellissa was indeed truly surprised by this, hearing it for the first time no doubt, though they both looked at one another, and then shook heads in agreement. William was surprised when he realized he was becoming aroused as they sat there and continued on with their intimate little chat. ** Becky had purposely chosen to go without a bra, putting on a very tight, form-fitting tank top, which was also low cut. She hadn't put on any panties either, slipping into a pair of cut-off jeans, standing now looking at herself in the mirror. Her nipples seem to be standing out a mile long, which is exactly what she wanted them to be doing when the boys got there. The sound of the door-bell just then alerting her, that indeed they were. She gave each of her nipples another tweak just for good measure, and then went downstairs to open the door. Both boys were looking a bit sheepish when she invited them in. "So, Larry fill you in?" She asked, knowing damn well that he had. "Yeah. Still can't believe you actually did that!" Bobby replied trying to again sound hurt, put out and indignant. But Becky wasn't about to put up with that. "Get over it," she scolded. "It happened, and I enjoyed it, so either deal with it, or don't. Your choice. But if you're going to stand there and pout all afternoon long because of it, then you can just turn around and go home. I'm sure Larry won't mind staying and helping me out with this, nor turn down another world-class blow job either, would you Larry?" Becky turned towards him, licking her lips, simultaneously reaching up to finger her hard extended nipples again right there in front of them both. "I didn't say that!" Bobby suddenly exclaimed, back-peddling more than just a little, his eyeballs glued to her tits now as she continued to stand there fingering her nipples. "I'm just sorry I wasn't there," he said a bit more contritely, which actually amused Becky a great deal. "That's what I thought," she grinned, and then had them quickly follow her back up the stairs to her bedroom. They had her set up and working in no time at all, including her new web-cam, though she would try that a bit later, when she was all alone. "Hey, maybe you and I can cam together sometime," Bobby asked hopefully. "Why? Especially when you can come over here and see it for real any time you like," Becky teased. Bobby looked at her. "Really? Any time?" "That's what I just said isn't it? Although...I guess when it's late at night, and we're both bored and horny, we can still do that too," she informed him. "What about me?" Larry asked. "Sure why not...might be fun having a late-night web-cam threesome. And speaking of which," she then grinned bringing up a particular web-site she had found. "Look at this!" They spent the better part of an hour looking at photos and short video clips of various threesomes, most of which were two men and one woman together. Though Becky was saving the best for last, wanting to ensure both boys were worked up, and horny enough to go along with her brand new idea. At the end of the hour, she was pretty sure they were. Their conversation getting dirty, nasty, the boys openly joking around, talking about wishing they could do this or that. It was time. "Check this out!" Becky grinned bringing up another video clip. "This one's my favorite," she told them. And then they all watched, as a "BBW" as she'd discovered, who looked a lot like she did, took on two guys, one slipping his cock up inside her pussy, while the other one slipped it to her in the ass. "Ever think about doing something like that?" "Would you?" Bobby asked. "I thought you were still a virgin, and had to remain one," he asked incredulously, that she'd even be considering that. "Yes, I still am. And will remain so for quite some time yet. However...being a cunt virgin, and an ass virgin are two different things. There's nothing written down anywhere that says I can't enjoy what it feels like to have a cock up inside my ass. So...any takers?" Bobby and Larry stood looking at one another, smiling. "You want to?" Bobby asked. "Hell yes!" Larry responded, as long as Becky's willing, I certainly am!" "You sure?" Bobby asked again, though she responded by taking her top off, and then her cut off jeans. The guys once again looking at one another with a bit of uncertainty until she returned to them flipping a coin up into the air. "Call it!" "Heads!" Larry immediately responded as they all watched the coin hit the floor, rolling for a moment, before finally landing on its side. They all looked. "Tails," Becky said. Smiling at Bobby. "Which means, tails, you get my ass first Bobby. And heads...well since I can't fuck you both, not yet anyway...I'll suck the other one off instead, how's that sound Larry? You can fuck my face, while Bobby here fucks my ass. And then after that, if you're both still up for it, we can wash up, and do it all over again." The boys soon stripped, no longer nervous about seeing one another, too horny and excited to care at this point, realizing they were both about to fuck a girl in the ass for the first time in their lives. "Just make sure you use plenty of that baby oil on yourselves," she said pouring a liberal amount on Bobby's dick, and the applying some to herself as well. Stripping back the blankets on her bed, she climbed on, kneeling on all fours as it were, with her large heavy pendulous breasts hanging down. Both boys grinning as they stood there looking at her like that. "Well come on Bobby, get up here and behind me, but be careful when you first put it in. Remember, I'm a virgin there too ya know!" She reminded him. "And then after he is Larry, you can get up here and feed me your cock while I'm fucking him," she sighed happily, excitedly, and yes...a bit anxiously too. ** Becky was amazed. It wasn't as nearly as uncomfortable as she thought it would be, let alone being virtually painless. It perhaps helped that Bobby had a fairly slim cock, and that he didn't have one of those really large bulbous heads capping it either. Well lubricated, just as she was, she felt him press, cautioning him again to go slowly at first, which he did. And then the sudden 'give' she felt as the head of his penis suddenly popped through the tight puckered ring of her anus. And then just like that, he was in! Within a few short moments as he slowly withdrew, and then pushed in again, she had gotten used to it. But not only that, she was immediately filled with surprise at just how good it actually felt too. She could feel her cunt actually being stimulated, even though he wasn't inside her there. And yet, her clit tingled with the erotic aspect of it perhaps, her pussy convulsing, almost wishing that it had a nice hard companion of its own. Bobby had soon established a nice, slow easy going rhythm as he worked his cock in and out of her tight ass, holding on to her cheeks, even slapping them when she called out for him to begin doing so. "Alright...bring it here Larry," she moaned. "Put me on the spit!" They all laughed at that, though Larry was soon in a zone of his own as Becky began swallowing his cock. He was soon face-fucking her, Becky holding still, just letting Larry shove his cock in and out of her mouth, while Bobby was doing the same thing to her from behind, in her behind," she thought...giggling through it, though the sensation he was creating as he actually fucked her, made her think, wonder...and now wish that she wasn't having to save her pussy virginity. As good as this felt, she had a pretty good idea, that actually fucking, being fucked, would feel even better. Becky Ch. 05 "So it's like...ok if I cum in you?" Bobby asked, his breathing raspy, husky now as he fought for control, slowly loosing it. "Ah huh," Becky moaned, gurgling around Larry's cock. So much saliva had formed, that she was literally gargling his dick, though the erotic sounds it made as she did so, seemed to intensify and escalate everything else. And that included the sound of Bobby's prick, very slippery now as he pummeled her ass, flesh slapping against flesh as he rounded the corner, now heading for home. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck! OH FUCK!" Bobby cried out as he finally unleashed his sperm deep into Becky's bowels, just as Larry likewise, suddenly began spurting into her mouth. In moment's Becky was being filled at both ends, and loving every minute of it. ** "Alright, you two go wash up, and use plenty of soap! And then I will. After that, we'll rest up a bit, watch some more video's if you like, and do it again when you're ready." She stood watching the two of them scurry off into the bathroom across the hall, then walked over, grinning to herself, checking out the webcam to see if it had indeed recorded everything. It had. She took a quick peek at the video she'd recorded, smiling as she watched the three of them together there on her bed. She closed the file, setting it up for a new one, and then accessed one of her now favorite sites again. This one depicting a woman in restraints, hanging from the ceiling, her mouth gagged, her tits bound and almost painful looking. Though now more than ever, she wanted to try that out too. From behind, the butch looking lesbian fucked the woman's ass, using a strap-on dildo. "Oh yeah, for sure...I want to try that too," she told herself, already getting moist between the legs again, though she hadn't as yet had an orgasm, but soon would. And she already had a woman in mind too, though she had no idea yet how she might go about pulling it off. Perhaps in time, she'd figure out a way. In the meantime, for now however, she was more than content to see what Larry's cock would feel like, filling her up from behind. He might have been a bit smaller in length, but he was certainly thicker, with a much larger swollen cock head when he was hard. She'd almost had trouble sucking it, but had managed, even choking a little, nearly drowning with the amount of cum Larry had shot off in her mouth. She had loved it though. She had loved the dirty, nasty, decadence of it all, and was already looking forward to round two, when the boys came walking back into her bedroom again. "Here, sit...enjoy this one," she said wondering what they'd think about the bondage video with the two lesbians she'd just brought up. She then wandered into the bathroom across the way to freshen up, give herself a nice quick little clitty-fiddle, and then hurry back in time to hopefully see the two of them sitting there with their dicks hard again. She was disappointed either. To be continued... Becky Ch. 06 "So, ah...when do you want to try and do this?" William asked, still surprised that things had headed off in this particular direction. Admittedly he wouldn't mind seeing Grace's body, though he was well aware that would be the extent of it. "How about tonight after dinner?" Mellissa suggested. "Why don't you join us, and then we can leave from there?" "Sounds good to me," Grace smiled. They had already discussed where they were planning on going, and since it was closer to where Grace lived than anywhere else, she invited them back to her place afterwards. They soon parted company after that, with Grace indicating she wanted to head home and straighten her place up a bit before they met for dinner. Mellissa and William had already made plans to do some sight-seeing together, and headed off to do that, though they were both grateful for the opportunity to further discuss things in even greater detail while they did that. William was still a little unsure of how something like this would work, or could work, though he found himself likewise excited and looking forward to it. Something that Mellissa, and mostly likely Grace had noticed as well. Mellissa even teased him a bit. "I see you're not at all put off by the thought of the three of us," she chuckled. "Which I'm pleased to see. I honestly was a bit nervous about Grace's suggestion when she first mentioned it, not knowing how you'd respond to the idea. But it appears, you're responding just fine." She even caressed his crotch, finding his hard stiff member, squeezing it affectionately as they'd stood there in the open door of her car before driving off. William was to follow her back home where she'd drop off her car, and then they'd leave from there, meeting up later with Grace at the restaurant. William had maintained his erection all the way back to Mellissa's place, thinking about the night ahead, excited as well as anxious for it. It would be the first time in his entire life that he'd ever been with two naked women at the same time, even if he'd never actually touch or do anything with one of them. But even this much, was far more than anything he ever dreamed he'd ever see or do. Being exceptionally horny now, he thought he'd have some fun, removing his cock, exposing it to the elements as he pulled up in front of Mellissa's house waiting for her as she got out of her car, heading over towards his. She climbed in, looked over and laughed. "When you suggested we should go sight-seeing, you weren't kidding were you?" ** Becky sat up wiping her mouth. She had just finished sucking both Larry and Bobby off together. She'd enjoyed the sensation of having both their cocks in her mouth at the same time. Pleased that they hadn't got all squeamish or weirded out when she did that. After only a few moments, they both seemed to get really into it anyway as she played with their dicks, one in each hand, very often placing them side-by-side in order to suck and lick them far more easily together like that. They had even cum at almost the exact same instant, one orgasm sparking the other. And though there hadn't been a whole lot of nasty juice for her this time, there had at least still been some, though it was now evident, both guys were totally done in for the day. "Well, now you owe me a favor," she stated starting to dress, just as they were. "Since I kept my end of the bargain." "Ok, what?" Bobby asked. "I'm going to need you to take me someplace around six o'clock. My father's having dinner with someone, and I want to find out who she is." "Your dad's seeing someone?" Bobby asked surprised to hear that. "Apparently. But not just seeing someone either. I'm pretty sure he's fucking her too. So I want to find out who my possible future step-mother might be." "It really that serious?" Larry asked. "I don't know...but I intend to find out," Becky said looking sternly at him. "But for now, I need the two of you to leave, I have things I need to see to and do," she told them both, though turning back to face Bobby again. "Pick me up around six," she said. "Oh, and it might be a good idea if you bring that fancy camera of yours, you know...the one with the telephoto lens?" That was Bobby's favorite hobby and pastime. Taking photos, being a member of the school paper as the high school photographer. He was good at it too, and was thinking about taking it up professionally after they graduated. He grinned. "Maybe we'll get lucky enough to get something nasty," he chuckled. "You never know," Becky agreed, and then saw them both to the door. The moment they left she ran back up to her room to check how the video files she's secretly recorded had turned out. They had turned out great, and she lay there in bed, touching herself, watching the three of them doing everything they had done together, finding it incredibly erotic, seeing herself as she was fucked in the ass for the very first time...twice. It was nice having something on record to remember this as she lay there and once again brought herself to a very, very intense orgasm. ** Bobby picked her up at six sharp. It was only a ten minute drive to Chili's, from where she lived. She spotted her father's car parked in the lot almost immediately. "Park over there," she said pointing out a spot that was actually across the road from the restaurant parking lot. After Bobby had done that, she turned to him. "Now...I need you to go inside, see if you can find where they're sitting without being noticed. Think you can do that?" "Yeah, shouldn't be too hard. I can pretend I'm looking for the restroom, should allow me enough time to have a quick look around, figure out where they're at. " "Good, and while doing that, see if you can figure out who it is while you're at it, just in case you happen to know her." "Will do," he said slipping out of the car, walking across the street, and soon after disappearing inside the restaurant. It was a good ten minutes before Bobby came walking outside again. He soon sprinted across the lot, across the street, jumping into the car. "Well? Did you see them? Did they see you?" She asked anxiously. "Yes...and no," he responded back smugly, obviously enjoying the fact he had knowledge which she didn't. "Alright smart ass, tell me...who's my father with anyway? Do you know her?" "One of em I do," he grinned mischievously. "One of them? You mean there's two? Who?" "Well one of them's a blonde, though I've never seen her before. But the other one..." he paused making Becky irritated with him as he drew out the suspense. "Tell me you little fucker!" She spat. "Or I'll grab your dick and tear it off by the root here!" She threatened starting to actually reach for it. Bobby's smug look immediately evaporated. "Ok, ok. The other one...is Miss Woodruff!" "Grace?" Becky almost yelled. "He's having dinner with her two?" She openly asked, confused by that as she knew that her P.E. teacher was a lesbian for one thing, and why on earth her father would be having dinner with her and another woman, totally escaped her. There was really no reason for him to be doing so, unless they were talking about her for some reason, which now made her even more suspicious. She had liked Grace, one of the few teachers she had that she had liked, and had even grown to trust. She'd even been over to Grace's place a couple of times, helping out filing paperwork, or loading grades and assignments as a teacher's aide. She wasn't even aware that her father had ever met Grace before, let alone talked to her. And now...here he was having dinner with her, and some other blonde. "So now what?" Bobby asked anxiously, seeing that Becky was irritated, worried that she might actually go in there and make a scene. "We wait," she said simply. "But they could be in there for over an hour!" Bobby complained. The last thing he wanted to do was waste an entire evening sitting out in the parking lot with Becky in the mood she was now in. "We wait until they come out, and then we follow them," she told him in a no nonsense tone of voice, letting him know that he really didn't have any options here. "Be patient," she added to that. "Something tells me that camera of yours is going to come in real handy tonight!" Although that did brighten his spirits a little, Bobby still wasn't too keen on sitting there for that long basically doing nothing. Several minutes passed as they sat there staring out across the road towards the restaurant. Bobby fidgeting in his seat, sighing heavily twice. "Stop that!" Becky demanded. "If you're so fucking bored, why don't you just take your cock out and jack it off while we're waiting?" "I would...but I'm not sure I could even get it up again after today," he grinned. Becky shook her head, reaching down, undoing her zipper, and then lifted her ass, shoving her jeans off as she did. "What are you doing?" He asked looking at her, surprised at her sudden bold move. And outside no less. "Well if you can't get it up again, you can do me. That should keep you nice and occupied for a while shouldn't it?" Becky sat back in her seat as indeed Bobby reached over and began playing with her pussy. If nothing else, it would help keep her mind occupied too. She was seething inside, curious as to who her father was seeing, and fucking...and even more curious as to why Grace was a part of that. More than any other single person, Grace was the one woman she had come to really care about. And had she had any latent fantasies or desires about being with another woman, Grace would have been the one woman, she'd have enjoyed experiencing that with. Now she was angry and confused, once again feeling betrayed, and more determined now than ever to find out just who the mystery blonde was too. ** "Hey!" Bobby complained as he felt Becky's legs suddenly close all but trapping his hand between her legs. "Shut up, they're coming out!" Becky stated, chasing his hand away, pulling her pants up, all the while looking, though she still hadn't been able to make out who the blonde was yet, though seeing Grace was obvious, along with her father. "Hand me your camera!" Bobby gave it over to her as she picked it up, adjusting the focus. Even this far away, once she looked through the camera, she might as well have been standing there next to them. "Holy fucking shit!" She exclaimed shortly after that. "Who is it?" Becky handed back the camera, her face red. "Remember that little shit who I had the run in with?" She asked. Everybody had heard about it. And had it not been for Grace coming in and breaking things up when she did, she was sure she'd have been expelled from school because of it. "Yeah? What about her?" "That's her mother," Becky stated. "That's who my dad's with." "Yeah? No shit! Really?" "Yes...really." "So now what?" "Start the car." Bobby did that. "OK, so now what." "Drive." "Drive where?" "I'll tell you. I have a pretty good idea where they're going. And I want to get there and get set up before they do." Becky had watched the three of them standing there together out in the parking lot. When Grace turned, pointing off in one direction, Becky knew. Grace lived just around the corner and down the street, no more than a mile away. Having been there before, she had a pretty good idea of the lay out, and even more importantly, knew exactly where to be once they got there. Now she could only hope that's indeed where they'd end up. But knowing how Grace lived, and how she liked to entertain, if there was any one place they would end up, things would at the very least start there. Bobby raced, following her directions, and then parked down an alley way where the garbage trucks normally ran. There was no fear of that happening tonight as they parked his car, and then let themselves in through the back service gate. Running across the backyard, they positioned themselves behind a hedge, and waited. Just beyond, only a few feet away stood the patio, a pair of sliding glass doors leading into the house. Only moments after that, they saw lights being turned on inside the house, and then sure enough, the room just beyond was suddenly lit as well. Both Bobby and Becky watched as Grace, her father...and the woman whose name she now remembered as "Mellissa," came walking into the room. Becky and Bobby watched as Grace leaned over, kissing Mellissa fully and warmly on the mouth, and then her father did. "Oh yeah...this is about to get very interesting," she quipped. "Bring your camera?" Bobby held it up, and then zoomed in, quietly focusing as he began taking picture after picture. ** William and Grace slowly began removing Mellissa's clothes, piece by piece, simultaneously sharing her, kissing every square inch of her body. They both took their time doing so, still standing together there in the middle of the room, now sucking her breasts, Grace on one, William on the other. Mellissa moaned quietly, her head tilted back, eyes closed, savoring the exquisite intimacy she was now sharing with the two of them. "I want to watch him fucking you while you're eating me," Grace said, tossing several throw pillows down in the middle of the floor as she then began removing her own clothes. William doing the same until all three stood naked in front of one another. "Well I must say William, if I were interested in feeling what a man's cock felt like inside me, yours would be the one I'd be most tempted to try," she smiled. "Tempted, I said," she laughed, now placing herself down on the floor, legs spread, knees bent. "Come here lover...show your other lover how much you enjoy eating a woman's pussy. Especially THIS pussy!" William had to admit, he was aroused beyond reason. Even knowing that he and Grace would have very little contact, if any. But she was still uninhibited around him even then, spreading herself, showing off her cunt, the delicate pink inner skin of her folds and lips as she skinned back her tiny clit, exposing it to them both, taunting Mellissa with it as she did so. "Come here baby, lick it. Taste me, see how fucking hot I am for you! Let William see and imagine that talented tongue of yours licking my cunt baby, wondering what it would feel like to have two tongues licking his dick!" She laughed again. "You're a nasty little tease, you know that?" Mellissa chastised. "Keep it up, and I'll make you do it," she challenged, though getting down on all fours, presenting her sweet ass to William as he wandered over, now kneeling down behind her, rubbing the head of his prick up and down the wet slick furrow of her gash. Mellissa began licking Grace however, her tongue flicking out rapidly, tickling, teasing, and torturing Grace's pussy, just as William was doing to Mellissa's, not yet slipping inside her. He was enjoying this too much to rush things. After all...they had a full night ahead of them. ** "Holy fucking shit! You are getting all this right?" Becky asked turning back towards Bobby for a moment, surprised to find he had actually taken his cock out, and had been stroking it occasionally in between taking pictures. "Here, let me do that. You keep taking the fucking pictures!" She exclaimed. The only thing she wished, was that they could likewise hear what was being said too, though at times managing to lip-read what was being said, enough that she and Bobby both were getting a pretty good picture of what was going on, in addition to the actual pictures he was taking. But it was also a bit of a relief to know if they couldn't hear the three of them inside, the odds were, they couldn't hear her or Bobby outside either. The one thing that Becky was having the most trouble with however, was the way she felt emotionally at the moment. It was a mixed bag that was causing her to have what felt like a rollercoaster of emotional turmoil. On the one hand, what they were seeing, watching...was extremely erotic. It was hard not to be turned on by it, as was evidenced by Bobby's hard prick, nor the fact that Becky was in fact enjoying herself while stroking it, feeling how hard it was, and how slick it had also become. She could even feel her own cunt leaking profusely, and knew without any doubt, she was leaving a rather large wet spot in her crotch. On the other hand...she was pissed. She felt once again betrayed, by everyone, though especially Grace and her father. Mellissa was simply a participant in the scheme of things, though she likewise held her responsible for the cruel teasing's she had endured at the hands of the woman's daughter. But it was now indeed Grace who she looked at, and fumed over. The one person she had basically opened up to, and confided in. She had felt a closeness to her, in a non-sexual way. Sure...she wondered what it might be like, and not that they hadn't had somewhat intimate conversations, because they had. But it was mostly her, sharing with Grace how she felt, how stupid and ugly she thought she was, how ugly her breasts were, and how she hated the way they looked, once going so far as to pull the top she had on, up and over them, showing them to Grace. Though admittedly, Grace hadn't asked her to do that, or expected it when she did. She had calmly told Becky to cover herself, though telling her as she did, that regardless of what anyone else thought...she thought that Becky had beautiful breasts. That had meant a lot to her, even then. Grace had been the first ever person to tell her that they thought her boobs were actually pretty. For that reason alone, she again felt betrayed as Mellissa knelt there licking Grace's cunt, her pretty...almost perfect boobs hanging there, swinging erotically to and fro, Grace occasionally even reaching out to cup one, and toy with the woman's hard taut nipples. The very same nipples she had stood there and watched her own father sucking on! "How many more pictures do you want?" Bobby asked breathlessly. He was so close to cumming now, that a few more hand strokes by Becky's hand, which felt like a vise about his cock, would have it doing just that, and soon too! "Take a breather," she told him. "Wait until they move into some new position other than this one. I want to make sure I've got lots of really good stuff on them for what I have in mind," she confided. "What are you going to do?" Bobby asked nervously, now not too excited to even be there and be doing this. Though Becky seemed to sense that, his fear now and reluctance at continuing on. "I don't know yet. I'm still thinking about it. But I can assure you, it will be well worth all this when I do. Now...while we're waiting for them to do something else, how about fucking me in the ass again? I really think I'd enjoy your doing that, especially now. In a way...I've already been fucked in the ass watching this. So I might as well enjoy it too, don't you think?" Becky stood, removing ALL of her clothes, much to Bobby's surprise. "Shit Becky! What if someone comes out and sees you? Catches us?" She laughed. "So what if they do? You think they're going to make a big deal out of seeing me? Or you? After we've been sitting here watching the three of them? I don't think so." Once she was naked, she knelt down on all fours, even bold enough to now be poking her head around the side of the small hedge rather than over the top of it. Which also had the effect of giving her a much better view inside the room. "Alright Bobby, stick your dick in there! Fuck my ass Bobby, stick it in and fuck my ass. But don't you dare fucking cum...until I say so!" Bobby didn't dare do otherwise. ** Grace cried out joyfully, surprised at the intensity of her climax. It had seized her almost unexpectedly, one of the best she had experienced in a very long time. She too was struggling, surprised to find herself this turned on, and mostly because she could hear William's cock slamming in and out of her lover's pussy. The wet, slick juicy sounds she was hearing, escalating and intensifying her own level of arousal. She even allowed herself the brief slip of thought as she came, wondering what it might feel like to have William's hard stiff cock inside her, while Mellissa simultaneously licked her clit. Becky Ch. 06 They took a break, though William was in fact grateful for it, not wanting to cum yet, or too soon. He had nearly lost it twice now as it was, and though confident he could go again even if he did...he felt somehow in competition with Grace regarding his prowess. "Ok baby...now I'd love to see you sucking his cock. Can you believe it? I can't believe I'm even saying that, but I do. But I also want to see how a man licks a woman's pussy too. You two ready to do that?" She asked hotly, as they finished the drinks she had brought in so they could refresh themselves. "Just let me go and get one of my toys first, so I can sit here and watch the two of you...and fuck myself." Grace left for a moment in order to do that. "You ok?" Mellissa asked. "Nothing too weird about all of this for you? I mean I know...it must feel strange to you in a way." "Strange yes, but in a good way. It's actually pretty hot, having her here, wanting to actually watch us pleasuring one another. I'm actually getting off on it," he confessed. "But what's really strange, most of all...is just how much Grace seems to be getting off on watching the two of you." "I know. And you know what else? I wouldn't be surprised...if eventually, you do end up fucking her!" William laughed, shaking his head in disagreement, though he was in fact already thinking about doing just that. ** Becky had cum. And anally no less. "Fuck, was that even possible?" She thought, though she had, hard enough that she'd actually forced poor Bobby out of her rectum. He'd ended up squirting all over her ass and back, though she'd enjoyed that. Enjoyed the feeling of his hot warm cum liberally spraying her as she came. Watching Grace as she did, seeing the look of pure pleasure in the woman's eyes. "Ok, I think we have enough. We can go now," she said as she began to slip back into her clothing. "How soon before you can get the pictures to me?" "I'll load them onto a disk first thing in the morning," he assured her. "I can bring them over any time after that." "Noon will be fine," she said taking one last look into the room as Grace returned carrying what appeared to be a rather life-like looking dildo. "Fucking cunt!" She spat, and then turned, Bobby following quickly behind her. To be continued... Becky Ch. 07 Bobby had dropped off the CD he'd done up for her, along with two additional copies. She had chased him away however, though he'd been hoping for more. She wanted to be alone when she looked at the photos they'd taken, and map out her strategy as she did. Becky spent most of the night thinking about what she was going to do and say. It was complicated, but come morning, even as tired as she was, she was reasonably confident she could pull this off. Her revenge would indeed be sweet against everyone. Feeling even more betrayed now than ever, she wanted Grace, her father, and especially Mellissa to feel the humiliation that she had felt all these years, and especially lately. She had located Grace's phone number amongst her school things, waiting until a reasonable hour before calling her. She didn't want Grace to become suspicious for one thing, suddenly receiving a call from the daughter of the man who had been with her the evening before. Becky waited until noon before dialing her number. "Hello?" "Miss Woodruff? Hi...this is Becky, I was wondering if I could come over later and discuss something with you." Becky could tell by Grace's tone of voice that she was caught by surprise by the call, which she'd been expecting, although prepared for it. "What is it you wish to discuss Becky?" Grace asked somewhat nervously. "Well I know that you graduated from State University right? And since I'm planning on going back to school in the fall, that's one of the places I'm considering. So I was thinking that I could perhaps come over and talk to you about it, find out a bit more about the campus and curriculum, so I can make an informed decision about where I would like to go." Almost immediately Grace's demeanor changed as she responded. "Yes of course! I'd be delighted to do that!" She said, the smile in her tone of voice clearly evident now. "I even think I've still got a few brochures laying about that we can look at together," she added. "How's one o'clock sound?" "Sounds perfect. See you then," Becky finished hanging up. "Picture perfect," she laughed looking at the CD she had in her hand that she'd be taking over with her. Her father as usual had gone out to golf with his buddies, so she didn't have to worry about dealing with him. And though he usually returned around one in the afternoon, she'd have already left by then, leaving a note for him on the table. With luck, and if this worked out the way she hoped that it would, she'd have plenty of time to enjoy herself, and what's more, she'd enjoy the unexpected aftermath of all this even more later on. She sat smugly on her bed, smiling to herself before heading off to take a shower and prepare herself for this. Including what she had decided to do prior to heading over there. She sat down on the toilet and shaved her pussy. ** Becky arrived promptly at one o'clock, Grace greeting her at the door and inviting her in. As she'd expected, Grace directed her to her work room where Becky had in fact spent most of her time whenever she'd been there before. It was where Grace's computer was. Becky had also purposely dressed a bit more casual than usual, interested in seeing what Grace's response might be to that, though it would certainly make things easier for her too, when the time came. Wearing a simple tee shirt, with no bra, though obvious, wasn't so totally outlandish that it would actually suggest anything. But the moment Grace had answered the door, her eyes had indeed been drawn to Becky's chest, especially the way her breasts seemed molded beneath it, along with the outline of her thick fat nipples. She had smiled at that, purposely brushing past Grace as she held open the door, ensuring that her chest had in fact caressed the woman's arm as she stepped into her home. "I found those brochures," Grace said walking over to a nearby table, though Becky quickly headed her off. "Cool, and I brought something I wanted to show you as well," she said holding up the CD. "You mind if I use your computer?" She asked. "There's some stuff on here I thought we could look at, and discuss together if you don't mind." Becky had used Grace's computer before when she'd input some files for her in the past, so she was of course certainly familiar with it. Grace had even given her, her own log-on and screen name to use, though maintaining her own personal files separately. "Ok if I use my own log-on?" She asked, to which Grace nodded yes, no doubt curious about the CD. Becky inserted the disc, and then began downloading the files. "Should only take a moment or two for this to load up," she smiled. "Here, why don't you sit so we can look at these when they finally come up," she stated, pulling over an extra chair, though continuing to stand next to Grace as she sat down in her own chair. "What did you bring to show me?" Grace asked, once more feeling a little nervous and apprehensive, especially with Becky standing there next to her the way she was. Her breast actually pressing, and resting against her shoulder as Becky stood behind, leaning forward. "Is she actually trying to seduce me?" Grace wondered silently. "You'll see," Becky smiled sweetly. "I'm really interested in this particular subject, so was hoping you'd be willing to give me some additional instruction in it." Once again that seemed to put Grace at ease as the file just then finished loading. A folder appeared on her desk top. "Click on that, and open it," she smiled again as Grace moved the mouse over to it, doing just that. The moment she did, a whole slew of photos suddenly appeared. Even then, it took her a moment to realize what they were as she suddenly looked up, her mouth open...staring at Becky. "What the hell is this?" She asked indignantly. "What do you think it is?" Becky responded in kind, purposely reaching over to maximize the first photo. "Something I thought you should see, so we can talk about it," she added as the first obscene image suddenly filled the entire screen. The first photo showing all three of them standing together naked, just before they got busy on the floor. "Where did you get these? And who..." "Never mind that," Becky said scrolling to the next one, which was obviously far more explicit. "You should probably take a look at the rest of these first, and then we'll have that little talk." Grace sat in stunned silence, looking at the photos until she had scrolled through each and every last one of them. Each one seemingly more decadent than the one before, ending with the one of herself, laying there in the midst of an obvious orgasm. "That one's my favorite," Becky announced looking at it, smiling wickedly. "Very hot." "What do you want Becky?" Grace asked, an edge of anger coming forth in her tone of voice. "Do you want money? What? You know I can't..." "No, I don't want money, I don't need your money," she said cutting the woman off. "What I want, is for that cunt's mother to quit dating my father," she began explaining. Grace knew she was referring to Jessica of course as she continued. "And you're going to help me do that, you're going to help me humiliate her, the way she humiliated me." "I certainly will not!" Grace spat, almost standing, though Becky had been expecting that as well, placing her hand down on the woman's shoulder, pushing her down in her seat again. "Oh yes you will, because if you don't...I'll make sure every member of the school board has a copy of this CD downloaded on their computers in an instant. You see, you forget, I've copied your entire address file. So one simple touch of the key...will send this file to everyone in the school. So yes you will help me do that, or you'll suffer the consequences." "But your own father's on there too! He'd be hurt as well by this!" She tried desperately saying. "Do I look like I care?" Becky said staring back at her. "He's as much to blame for all this as you are. I mean look Grace, look at the three of you there together. Daddy's got his dick buried in the cunt of the woman who's busy eating yours. You think that doesn't humiliate me, seeing this?" Grace looked like she was on the verge of collapse. "What is it you want me to do?" She asked resigned, defeated, which is exactly what Becky had been hoping for. "Your part is actually easy, and might even be fun if you try and look at it that way," she began to explain. "It's not you that I'm actually after. I'm sorry to even have to be using you like this, but you have betrayed me in a way as well, so unfortunately, you've got no say in the matter but to do what I ask. If you do, then I'll make sure you get every copy I've made of this, and I'll give you the erase code key for the files that are now in your computer. Once you've done what I've asked, you'll be free and clear, and no one will ever know. Except for Jessica's mom of course. But I'll leave that between the two of you to resolve amongst yourselves. Won't make any difference to me what the two of you do after that, so long as she agrees to no longer see, or have anything to do with my father." "Why didn't you just go directly to her?" Grace asked, almost wishing. "Because it'll be far more fun this way, that's why. And besides, you can't get off entirely scot-free either you know. You need to suffer a little bit for your own involvement in this. Just consider yourself lucky, that when it's all over and done, all you'll have to deal with is Mellissa, and not the entire school board." Now Grace really was resigned, it was obvious that Becky had spent a great deal of time considering all this. And as much as she wasn't looking forward to what was coming, it was far better than losing her entire career over it either. She might have to eventually consider moving away, but at least she could do that, get a fresh start someplace else as long as she wasn't exposed here. "What do you want me to do?" Becky smiled, sitting back in her chair. "Like I said, you have the easy part really. In a few minutes here, you're going to call Mellissa and tell her to come over, that you have a nice surprise for her, something she'll enjoy. Once she gets here, you'll get her into bed, start fooling around, and that's when I come in. I'm the surprise. After all, she hasn't met me, has no idea who I am. You introduce me as one of your current lovers, or whatever story you'd care to make up, just as long as she buys it. Then the two of you together, will pleasure me. Obviously, I'll be recording all that as well, secretly. And then after we're done here today, I'll have the same little chat with her that I've had with you. Once I've gotten her assurance that she will never again have anything to do with my father, I'll send you the other CD's I have stashed away, along with the camera I've used for all this. You two can then do with it whatever you like after that. I'll no longer care. So...what do you say? You ready to call Mellissa and invite her over, or should I just, say...press this button?" Becky reached, as though she might, but Grace immediately stayed her hand, calling out. "NO! Don't! OK! OK! Whatever you want! I'll call her!" "Now?" "Yes...now," Grace sat, almost crying as she did, her entire world seemingly collapsing around her. "OK, get it together Grace," Becky admonished her. "We don't want or need you looking all puffy-eyed now do we? Oh yes, and one more thing. I'd damn well better enjoy myself, which means you damn well better do a pretty good job of getting me off here once Mellissa comes over. I don't want her suspecting anything until I've had a chance to sit down and talk to her, probably tomorrow. This will be after all, my first ever lesbian experience, and I'd kind of like it to be a good one. Understood?" Grace nodded her head, totally resigned to all this, as much as she hated it. "Then let me hear you say it." "I understand." Becky began removing her clothing. "What are you doing? I haven't even called her yet!" "I know, but we might as well get in the mood shouldn't we? First? Come on...I want to hear how you're looking forward to licking my pussy. Come on, say it. Let me hear you say it." "I'm looking forward to licking your pussy." Becky frowned, glaring at her. "You'd better do better than that, especially after Mellissa gets here. You're forgetting, I saw how you really are, last night. And you sure as hell didn't sound like this then." Becky didn't bother mentioning she hadn't actually been able to hear her, she figured she'd just let Grace wonder about that one. "So you'd better get with it, hell...like I said, you might actually end up enjoying this if you let yourself. But either way, I damn sure as hell better, or the deals off!" Grace just looked at her, both furious and frightened, but she honestly saw no way out of this. "So, you want to try it again?" "I'm looking forward...to eating your...cunt!" "That's better!" Becky laughed. "Now...get undressed, and then call Mellissa. After that, you can eat my cunt for a while, while we're waiting for her to get here." ** Becky stood behind Grace listening to her as she talked to Mellissa on the phone, playing with her exposed breasts. As much as she hated it, fearful and afraid, she was even more mad at herself, her own body for responding to Becky's playful touch. Her nipples hard now, betraying her as Becky coaxed them into hard little points, teasing them, rolling them around between her fingers. "She's on her way," Grace said hanging up, only then standing forcing Becky's hands away from her, if even only for a moment. It was a small fleeing victory. "Should be here in about twenty minutes." "Good, plenty of time for you to lick my cunt for a bit," Becky said walking towards the bed. "Obviously you enjoy doing that. I watched you, remember? So I'd better enjoy what you do to me now too," she warned. "Or like I said, the deals off. I have every intention of enjoying this...enjoying the both of you, and watching you with her as well. So she'd better not suspect anything, get my drift?" Though tight lipped, and fuming inside, Grace knew that Becky still had her over a barrel. "Yes. I get your drift," she replied less than enthusiastic, though crawling up into the bed as Becky lay back spreading her legs, inviting her to take a nice close look at her very recently shaved cunt. "You like? I shaved it just for you...this morning," she told her. In a very strange way, Grace actually felt sorry for Becky. She'd had enough contact and conversations with the young woman in the past, to know what she had gone through. The fact that she had indeed suffered horribly, not only at the hands of her own mother, and to some extent, her father made no excuse for all this of course. And that she even slightly understood her resentment towards Mellissa, because of Jessica, and what she had done to her. And the fact it was this very same woman who was now seeing, and dating her dad. "Dating hell...fucking him, and then what we did," she told herself remembering the night before, and the collection of damaging photos that were now hanging above her head as a form of blackmail. Grace was as upset with herself as she was with Becky, for allowing herself to get involved like this. But involved she now was, and with no other choice but to go along with Becky's carefully planned out scheme. She knew her relationship with Mellissa would now be over, once and for all. Like it or not. And even if she was lucky enough to get away without anyone else finding out about any of this, she also knew her time at the local high school had come to an end as well. She sure as hell wouldn't be returning there next year, like it or not. "Regardless of what you think Becky, you are a beautiful, and yes sexy young woman. I know you don't think that, believe that, but you are." Grace was being honest with her here, perhaps hoping to change her mind about this before it was too late. "But...you are ugly on the inside, but only because you're making yourself so. There's really no good reason for you to be doing this. I already told you once before, you are pretty, as long as you believe that, believe in yourself. It really doesn't matter what others may think or believe, as long as you realize that." For the briefest of moments, Becky almost felt guilty for doing this, but her anger and frustration quickly resurfaced. "Shut the fuck up," she said instead. "I'm not here for you to preach to me about how I feel or don't feel. I'm here to set the record straight, to teach a few people a lesson, and let them feel what I've had to feel and put up with. Now, unless you want to have your own life fucked up, you'll shut up and do what I told you to do." Grace already felt like her own life WAS fucked up...now anyway. And then giving up any hope whatsoever of changing Becky's mind, she leaned forward and allowed the flat of her tongue to slowly slither up the very wet sloppy split of the young woman's cunt. If nothing else, maybe she could reach Becky that way. Maybe...she could actually pleasure her into changing her mind about this, before it really was too late. ** Hearing the doorbell, Becky quickly stepped into the bathroom to wait as Grace went downstairs to answer the door. She stood listening, but couldn't quite hear what was being said, though she honestly didn't worry too much about Grace giving her up, not with the threat she still held over the woman's head. She certainly wouldn't be THAT stupid. Moments later she could hear the two of them coming back up, even laughing a little as they did, telling her that so far at least, Grace was doing exactly what she'd been told to do. She stepped back into the bathroom, listening as they came into the room. "So what's going on?" Mellissa asked curiously. "I told you, it's a surprise, a nice...but naughty, fun surprise." "What? Is William here too? Is he hiding someplace?" Mellissa asked, looking about as though maybe in fact he was. Inside the bathroom, Becky cringed, hearing her father's name, though so too had Grace when Mellissa had mentioned him. "No, he isn't," she quickly said. "Now, are you going to let me surprise you or not?" "Ok, ok...what do you want me to do?" "Take off your clothes, and then get into bed and put this on," she said handing Mellissa the blindfold Becky had brought along, and told her to use on her. "You'll see soon enough," she assured her once again, as Becky stood listening to the sound of Mellissa removing her clothing, and then climbing on up...and into the bed. "Ok, I'm ready. Surprise me." She stated. And then right on cue, Becky walked out of the bathroom now climbing up into the bed with the two of them, settling quickly and easily down between the woman's legs. She even chuckled, the obscene thought that she was actually about to lick the pussy of the woman who had so recently had her own father's dick inside it, was almost too vulgar for words. But it would make the eventual humiliation, once that was found out, all the sweeter when she did. Becky licked. Licking her first ever pussy, and surprisingly found it not at all repugnant, nor gross. She licked her again, hearing Mellissa sigh, though only for a moment as sudden realization dawned on her...Grace was sitting next to her on the bed! Someone else...was licking her pussy! Mellissa reached up, tearing her blindfold off. "What the hell? Grace? Who is this?" She asked looking wild-eyed, though Grace quickly knelt down, kissing and re-assuring her. "Remember that I had told you I had met someone that I might be interested in, after you informed me, or rather asked me how I might feel if you started seeing and dating William? Well this is her...this is...Amber," Grace said glancing over towards Becky, though this part they certainly hadn't discussed as yet. She was winging it here, flying by the seat of her pants, and hoping that Becky would go along with it, and that Mellissa might in fact, buy off on it. Mellissa seemed to mellow out some shortly after that, though still startled to find a completely strange woman down between her legs. Becky Ch. 07 "You sure about this?" She asked reluctantly, not at all sure she was good with it either, but going along with it for the time being at least, especially as Amber continued licking her cunt, toying with her, without even responding to her yet, other than that. "Yeah, as close as you and I still are...I sort of figured, that since I still planned on seeing you too, that I didn't want to hide my relationship with Amber, any more than I wanted to hide my relationship with you either. Anyway...Amber? Mellissa. Mellissa, Amber." Becky rose from between Mellissa's legs, licking her lips, smiling suggestively. "Nice to meet...and eat you," she said. "Ah, yeah...nice to ah..." "You can eat me in a minute," Becky told her winking at her, interrupting. "But right now, I'd enjoy watching the two of you first. Here Grace, why don't you climb on board here with her in a sixty-nine, so I can watch the two of you together, as hot as it is and feels while you're eating me, I'd kind of enjoy getting myself off, watching the two of you going at one another." Becky quickly slipped out of the bed as Grace spun around, Mellissa still finding this a bit odd, but gradually getting into it. After all, if this was indeed the woman that Grace had mentioned to her, even as young looking as she obviously was, who was she to complain about it. After all, Grace had just as easily accepted William into their relationship, and out of courtesy and respect, Mellissa felt that she should then do the same. While the two women were engaged with one another, Becky strolled over towards the dresser where she had placed her camera. A simple push of the button, and she began recording. She walked back having already figured out the best place to be, where she could easily be seen, along with the other two. "Ok, now my turn," she requested. "But what I'd really like to begin with, is for the two of you to suck on my breasts a little, I've never experienced the thrill of that, having two women sucking on them at once!" As Grace and Mellissa moved into position, both of them soon after kneeling down, kissing...licking and playing with her tits, Becky moaned with surprised satisfaction at how good it felt, though looking up and over towards the camera, smiling. And then sticking her tongue out at it, satisfaction showing on her face, which she then added by way of punctuation, flipping the bird at it as well, mouthing the words..."Fuck you bitch!" To be continued... Becky Ch. 08 William stood re-reading the note that Becky had left for him. "What the hell?" He thought, reaching for his cell phone, but then putting it down again. Though her message was cryptic, it had come with a warning. "Come to Grace's place, two o'clock. Come to the sliding glass doors around back. There's a surprise waiting for you, so don't call or you'll spoil it. Becky. P.S. Don't be early, and don't be late either." William looked at his watch again too. It was one fifteen. Since it was only a twenty minute drive over to Grace's place, he had a few minutes left before he had to leave. He thought about calling Mellissa, but then decided against that as well. Whatever was going on, he doubted Mellissa would know anything. She and Becky had never met. He had purposely kept her identity unknown to Becky for the time being. Though that would no doubt change soon enough if their relationship did indeed continue in the direction he was hoping it would. He recalled how Becky had worked closely with Grace in the past, and had actually began to trust the teacher, one of the few people she ever had. Most likely it had something to do with her going to school in the fall, so perhaps with Grace's help and direction, Becky had reached some sort of a decision regarding that. But why would that be such a surprise? William was half suspecting that Becky had already decided on a different University. But then again, maybe she had changed her mind. So maybe that was it. Still... ** "What have you got to drink?" Becky asked rolling out of bed where she'd just enjoyed a small, but satisfying orgasm at the hands of the two women. "You have any orange juice?" "Yes, there's some in the fridge," Grace responded still looking a bit frazzled herself. She was emotionally torn which wasn't helping. Becky's threat held over her head, coercing her into doing all this was bad enough. But with Mellissa totally unaware of anything, she had quite naturally assumed this was something that Grace truly had wanted to enjoy and experience with her. Once she had relaxed and gotten into it, she had done her level best to pleasure and please Grace, and her new lover, in every way that she could. Grace rolled over onto her back, still trying to collect herself, still trying to catch her breath. Moments after Becky had left the room, Mellissa rolled over onto her side, facing Grace, the tip of one finger gently and lightly tracing a small circle around one of her still hard nipples. "So tell me, how did you two meet anyway?" ** As she had hoped, Becky spotted Mellissa's purse sitting on the kitchen table when she had entered. It took only a moment more to find what she was hoping to. Finding her cell phone, she smiled upon seeing Jessica's number at the top of her list. She quickly input a text, and then sent it. Turning off the woman's phone altogether. Even if Jessica didn't respond, it mattered not. If she showed up, it would be all the sweeter, but either way...Jessica would eventually learn everything she was meant to. She just would have preferred seeing the look on the bitches face in person when she did. She put Mellissa's phone back, walked over to the fridge and soon poured herself a glass of orange juice, she glanced at the kitchen clock on the wall, smiling. It was one fifteen. With luck, in about forty-five minutes she'd have her revenge on everyone, all at once. Becky strolled into the den, ensuring that the sliding glass doors weren't locked, and then sat down on the couch, spreading her legs, toying with herself. She was surprised how arousing she found all this, the excitement of what was to come. She could already imagine the shocked, stunned expressions on everyone's faces as the realization of what she had accomplished here and why, came to the surface. Oh sure, there'd no doubt be recriminations and consequences afterwards because of it, but she didn't really care. By then, the damage would have been done, and whatever her father could or even would do to her because of it, wouldn't mean diddly-squat. "And on top of all that, her father hadn't shown much of a spine in the past, so why would he bother having one now?" She mused excitedly. No...regardless of how angry and hurt he might be because of all this, he wouldn't react. At least not in such a way that he would actually do or say much of anything. "After all, what could he do really?" They all deserved what they were about to get, and she was really looking forward to that. One again as she suspected, her absence caused both Grace and Mellissa to eventually come looking for her, finding her sitting there on the couch in the den, legs spread obscenely, grinning at the two of them as they walked into the room. "I was wondering when you'd come looking for me," she smiled seductively. "I like this room, it's warm, sexy...and this couch is way comfortable. How about we pick up where we left off...here?" She said inviting them over. The time on the DVD player showed it was 1:30, just time enough to get everyone involved with one another again, hopefully so much involved that they wouldn't see or discover her father's appearance until the surprise was complete. And better still, if Jessica showed up as well. Even if she walked in on the after math, her mere presence would make the party complete. She could just imagine the look in her eyes when she walked in and saw everyone. She was suddenly very wet again just thinking about it. "I need a good fucking," she told Grace. "I don't suppose you've got a strap on handy do you?" She also suggested. "As a matter of fact, I do. I'll go back and get it," Grace turned heading back up the stairs again. "Grace?" Mellissa called out. "Why don't you also grab those furry handcuffs you've got too. You know how much I love being restrained when I'm being fucked like that," she laughed. Grace tossed her a concerned look. "Yeah, grab those too!" Becky agreed, already laughing inside. "How perfect would that be? Her father walking in, seeing Mellissa restrained, with Becky fucking her while she was. It couldn't get any better. "But hurry back! I'm really horny now, just thinking about that." ** William pulled into the drive right behind Mellissa's car. He was just getting out when he looked over and saw Jessica's VW Bug pulling in up front. He stepped out, waiting as she got out herself, looking at him inquisitively. "What's going on? Why are you here?" She asked. "Same as you I think. Come on, lets' head around towards the back. I'm assuming you were told to do the same thing as well yes?" "Yes, as a matter of fact...I was," she said trailing behind him as they headed around the side yard through the gate, approaching the patio area. They walked up to the sliding glass doors together, looking in before opening the doors. "What the hell?" William asked upon doing so, stepping in. "Someone want to tell me exactly what the hell IS going on here?" He asked. "Yeah, I'd like to know that too," Jessica added following, glancing towards her mother. Grace and Mellissa stood, and though they had robes on, it was evident that's all they had on. Jessica had known about her mother and Grace for quite some time now, their relationship hadn't been any secret. There were in fact very few secrets between them, something Jessica had always appreciated. But why Becky's father was here too, so far remained unexplained. "Where IS Becky anyway?" William asked taking a seat now as Grace had asked them both to do. "We'll show you in a minute," she explained. "But before we do that, there's a few things you need to hear about first," she went on. "Starting with, why you're both no doubt here in the first place." Things were already odd enough. He was just turning the corner onto Grace's street when he got the phone call from Mellissa, asking him if he could hurry on over. He told her he was in fact just then, turning into the drive. "And I have a feeling, you got some sort of message from me too yes?" Mellissa asked turning towards her daughter, "telling you to be here as well?" "Yeah, I got a text from you. Which I knew was strange in and of itself," she replied, explaining to William and Grace both. "Mom NEVER text's me. She hates doing that, and when I tried calling her back to ask her what the hell was going on, all I got was her voice mail. And then I knew something weird was taking place here. Pulling up and seeing William just arriving, more or less confirmed that. And then walking in here, seeing the two of you wearing nothing more than the robes you have on, well...what more can I say? Someone mind filling us in on the rest of everything?" Mellissa handed William Becky's camera. "In a minute, you'll want to watch that," she informed him. But before you do that, Grace wants to tell you both exactly what was happening here...and why we're in the position that we are. I didn't know about all the details myself until a short time ago." "I told her what I suspected was going on, and then told her about your daughter's attempt into blackmailing me, and very possibly you too," she told William. Becky had come downstairs for a drink, which is when I informed Mellissa as to what was really taking place, and why. We decided to do something about it before things got any worse, and now glad that we did. Though I'm not sure how you're going to want to handle all this after we show you what we did," Grace informed him. "What I do know is this William, we're going to have to do something now, while we still can, and before it's too late...for everyone, including Becky." Grace went on to tell him the entire story, ending with him watching the short video that Becky had taken, ending with her sitting there in bed, flipping the bird and mouthing the words, "Fuck you bitch!" He now knew what that was all about too, and why Jessica was here, though he had already guessed this wasn't something Jessica really needed to see. She could pretty much guess at the rest of it. "So what did you do to her anyway?" William asked curiously now. "I'll show you," Grace stood. "But keep in mind, I think we're going to have to come up with something to teach her a lesson here. And more importantly, something that will force her to reveal the password she downloaded into my computer system before she can activate the command that will send out those files to all the board members at the high school, and your office very possibly," she added, though she was only guessing at that. Though William had to agree with her there, he couldn't afford to take the chance that she wasn't setting him up as well, not to mention Mellissa. "Ok, just try and not get too upset, or very possibly mad at us," Grace told him stepping towards the bookcase. "She didn't really give us too much of a choice." Grace actually blushed just a little looking somewhat sheepishly as she pulled out a book from the shelf. There was a small click, and then she pushed, the bookshelf suddenly swinging inwards, revealing that it was in a fact a small doorway into the room beyond. "Welcome to my parlor..." "Said the spider to the fly," William finished for her, and then followed Grace and Mellissa into the room, Jessica coming in behind him. What he saw, truly blew him away, and for a moment, he could only stand there, his mouth agape, eyes wide. "Fucking A!" He exclaimed. "Becky?" "At the moment, she can't hear or see you," Grace told everyone. "So we can stand here and talk, and decide what we're ALL going to do about this. And I mean ALL of us too," she added. This ends here today...and now, before anyone does anything else. We first have to agree on what we're going to do about this, and then do it. Agreed?" William stood looking at his very naked daughter as she hung there. Suspended entirely off the floor, there was a length of rope securing her already handcuffed wrists. Her legs were likewise bound, with another length of rope securing them, pulling her up into a not quite vertical position. Becky had what appeared to be some kind of leather hood on over her head, and though her nose and mouth were all that could be seen, she had a ball-gag currently stuffed in her mouth. "She's been fitted with ear plugs and the mask is also padded, so at the moment, she can't hear a thing," Grace explained. "And now is not the time to try and explain this room to you," she added, to either one of you," she included Jessica. "I will answer any of those questions later for you, but now is not the time. Suffice it to say, this little dungeon area of mine as I call it, came in more than a bit handy for this, once Mellissa and I figured out what she was really up to here. The question again remains...what are we going to do about it?" William honestly didn't know. He was surprised at the level and depth that Becky could take something like this. He knew she had held resentment towards him, but to the obvious extent that she did, came as a total surprise. He wasn't even sure they could repair their relationship after this at all. Not after what she had done, or was about to do anyway. Grace and Mellissa were correct, Becky needed to be taught a lesson for trying to do this, regardless of the consequences. She needed to learn she couldn't get away with something like this in the first place. But more importantly, they really needed that password trigger code, no matter what it took in order for them to get it. "I have no idea," he honestly told them both. "But I will tell you this, if anyone else does, I'll support it one hundred percent. We need to get that code, and we need to teach my daughter a lesson, even if she hates me the rest of my life for it. I feel sorry for her, and for what she feels she's gone through most of her life, but to take it out on everyone like this, there's no excuse for it. Her problems, anger...hate should have been directed solely towards me, not towards any of you. So let me be the one to deal with the consequences of that once we're done here." "I'm glad to hear you say that," Grace told him. "Because I do have an idea, but it's one in which we're all going to have to agree to do together for one thing. ALL of us," she added turning towards Jessica, which might mean, doing certain things you might not have considered ever doing before. But there's a reason for doing that, and one that I think eventually...will get her to give up, and give in to us, as strange as what I'm about to tell you, may sound." With Becky hanging there suspended, unable to see or hear a thing, they stood listening to Grace's idea and reasoning. And though William listened in disbelief at first, he began to come to grips and understanding with it as Grace began. "I know this is apt to sound a bit twisted and sick at first, but having spent some time with Becky in the past, getting her to open up to me about certain, previously confidential things, I think that is part of what's behind all this. She doesn't hate you as much as she's been jealous of you William, and especially now. Since you've starting seeing someone again, like Mellissa here. And then her anger turned to vengeance upon learning who she was, the mother of the daughter with whom she'd once had a run in with at school." "I told you that would come back to bite you one day," Mellissa added looking at her daughter. "Did you ever go back and try to apologize to her like I asked you?" "I did mother. I really did. I felt bad because I'd been goaded into going along with the teasing that the other girls were putting her through. But when I approached her to tell her that, that's when she hit me, and all but knocked me out. When I finally regained my senses, others had jumped in, someone taking her off, so I didn't have a chance then to try and explain to her that I really was sorry for what had happened. And then I figured, I had actually gotten from her what I deserved for it. I figured if I left her alone, and didn't say or do anything else to her, the matter would be dropped, and that would be that. Obviously...it wasn't." "Obviously. And now, here we all are, forced to deal with this," she said looking at William. "And I too am sorry William, especially if this ruins the relationship you and I were just starting to enjoy. But this is one time that I have to side with Grace on her idea. We can't have any of this ruining anyone else's lives or careers, regardless of what it takes in order to do that. So if Grace thinks this idea of hers will work, and for the reasons she's already told us it would, then I for one, am willing to do that. The question is, are you?" She asked as William thought about it, and finally shook his head. "Yes. I am. So...what do we do next then?" "The first thing we ALL do, is take our clothes off, and then after that, we..." William was frankly surprised when Jessica agreed to do so, and for the reasons that Grace had outlines, as awkward as it was most likely going to be for everyone initially. And yet, she did it. Just as he did...soon to be standing there naked, with an erection, in front of his very own daughter. As bizarre as it had indeed sounded at first, Grace's thoughts weren't that far out or outlandish. Her reasoning, and beliefs behind that reasoning, were sound. If this was indeed the only way they could get through to her, and get her to listen to reasoning, and eventually...hopefully, give up the password to protect everyone's reputation and careers, then he would do whatever it took in order to do that. And do it, regardless of how embarrassed, or uncomfortable he felt. "So first off, we get her mad, make her feel embarrassed and humiliated? Right?" "Right. That will be a form of punishment to her, yes. But it will make her vulnerable as well, seeing that, getting angry, and most likely, not thinking very straight in the beginning because of it. But knowing what I now believe to be correct about a few other things, now that I have all the puzzle pieces, we also need to play against those other emotions of hers, get her to open up and confess to them. Once we've done that, once we've gotten her to surrender to them, then I believe, she'll give us the answers we need. So...one last time, everyone here agree to do this?" They all did. And though it could turn sour and disastrous if it didn't work, there really wasn't any other alternative either. In moments, all four of them were naked, and in position. Jessica for the time being, hidden and waiting behind a small partition. Mellissa, now sitting in Williams lap, his hard stiff cock, which had taken a bit of doing to get there at first, now comfortably resting inside her as Grace walked over to the still hanging Becky, removing the hood along with the ear plugs she was wearing, though keeping the ball-gag in place. William had been warned. Grace had already told him what to expect once the hood came off. When Becky's eyes adjusted, and she saw her own father sitting there in the room with her, fucking the very same woman who she had likewise come to hate and despise, her expression said it all. If looks could kill. Becky thrashed, even though it was useless for her to do so as Grace took a small riding crop and gave Becky's ass a quick switch with it. "Enough!" Grace warned. "Now unless you want another one, even harder than that, you're going to calm down, listen to what I have to tell you, and watch. After all Becky, you're in no position to do anything other than that, now are you?" Stubborn as she was however, as Grace had likewise warned everyone she was apt to be, she trying cursing around the gag in her mouth, hanging there wild-eyed, face beet red, and once more thrashing about, for all the good it did her. But, just as she had been warned, Grace once again laid the crop across her back-side, this time noticeably firmer and harder, the sound of the whip striking flesh, reverberating easily within the small sound-proofed room. Becky Ch. 08 Becky couldn't believe her own eyes. The fact that she'd allowed these two women to get the jump on her, and subdue her the way that they had, so unexpectedly, had been bad enough. But now, to be strung up and just hanging here, and then finding out the first thing she sees, is her own father, sitting there fucking the very woman she had hoped to destroy, was almost more than she could honestly handle. And it was a surprise, and further humiliation to her, to be hanging there naked in front of him, and he...looking at her as she was, all the while fucking...fucking this bitch, this cunt, this whore! And obviously, enjoying it! He would indeed pay for this, the first chance she got, some way, somehow...by any means. Though she was equally as determined, they all would. They would all pay for this. If they thought they could scare her, humiliate her into submission, they all had another think coming. William wasn't sure this was such a good idea after all, seeing the crazed, hateful look in his daughter's eyes, though Grace stood off to one side, holding the switch, ready to use it again if necessary. So far, Becky hung, unmoving, simply staring...with that look. Looking towards Grace, she tried to smile, nodding, letting him know he was doing fine, and to keep going, though it was now time to turn it up a little. This is where Mellissa came in. William wasn't sure he could be as vocal as Grace had indicated they should be, giving himself away if he even tried at first. So that would be Mellissa's job when turning it up a notch. "You see your father's nice hard cock going in and out of my pussy Becky? You hate that it is don't you? You hate that he's fucking me...and not you, don't you Becky?" Although this is what Grace believed was one of the problems with her, William had had trouble believing she was right, though agreeing to go along. Hearing Mellissa saying this though still bothered him. He still didn't believe this was one of the reasons Becky had chosen to do this by way of getting back at everyone for her preconceived false notions. The problem was, as Mellissa spoke he could see by the look in Becky's eyes that Mellissa had indeed struck a nerve. Becky began straining against the bonds that held her once again, trying to speak, spittle and saliva spewing forth around the ball-gag in her desperation. But it was her eyes that told the truth. Once again, Grace laid the riding crop over and against Becky's bare ass cheeks. William knew she wasn't hitting Becky as hard as she could have, the sound of the crop hitting flesh still loud enough to startle his daughter back into submission however. "The truth is, you don't want him fucking anybody except for you, don't you Becky?" Mellissa pressed, still slowly sliding up and down William's shaft, ensuring that Becky got a real good view of her father's cock, now coated with an abundance of Mellissa's creamy nectar. William could see his daughter's eyes were now focused on that, her glare not quite as harsh as it once had been. She was indeed looking, almost with longing now, frustration. "You're mad at him, because you're still a virgin yourself, because you've been denied the right to choose for yourself the where and when of doing that, deciding that. I know Becky, I know...because I was once where you are in a way. Told I couldn't give myself to the person I loved. But I did so anyway, and I was shunned by my own family for doing it Becky. So you see? I do know what you're feeling, what you've been through in a way." Becky was now looking at Mellissa with a surprised expression on her face, not quite trusting her words yet, though wondering. "You can chose Becky. Just ask your father. He'll tell you. Regardless of what the terms of your trust says, he'll keep your secret, he'll lie for you if he has to Becky, if that's what you want. If you want to be able to give your virginity to whoever you wish to, he'll support you in that. It's your right to do that Becky, no one else's," Grace told her, now gently caressing the young woman's ass, soothing the small red marks that now lay criss-crossing her tender flesh. There was a noticeable difference in Becky's demeanor, not so much they felt she would give them what they wanted yet, she could still be playing them as well. So it was right to be cautious here. But Grace moved forward now, reaching for and removing the ball gag from her mouth. And as they'd expected, Becky wasn't quite ready to give up yet either. Still somewhat defiant as she hung there suspended, dangling, her large breasts pointed towards the floor, though even William noticed that her nipples had firmed up considerably. "Was she actually enjoying this?" He asked himself. "Let...me...down," Becky spoke firmly, yet softly. "Not...quite...yet," Grace replied in kind speaking just as softly, yet firmly too. "If you want down, and out of this, then you have to give us the password to those files," she stated. "And then we need to ensure that nothing was sent to anyone once you have. Do that, and then we'll let you out of this, and we can sit down and discuss all this afterwards." Not too surprisingly, Becky refused. "No. I know what you'll do if I do that. You'll still punish me anyway, you'll torture me for what I've done. It's all I have to ensure that no one will do anything to me for any of this. Maybe I was wrong about some things, but I know I was right about a few others," she added now looking at Mellissa. "Like Jessica for one," she stated once again vehemently, becoming agitated all over again. "No, you're wrong about that too," Mellissa told her, only then slipping off William's cock, actually standing, Becky's eyes once again drawn towards her father's slick, gooey phallus. "Yes...what Jessica did WAS wrong, and she freely admitted that to me Becky. She even tried to apologize to you for having done that, but you wouldn't listen to her, you wouldn't give her the chance. And you were angry with her because of something else too, weren't you Becky? Something you didn't share with anyone..." "Except for me," Grace spoke one again walking around the other side, the two women now standing next to Becky, effectively shielding her eyes as Grace waved over to where Jessica had been hiding all this time. "I kept your secret," Grace continued. "Never said anything to anyone, told you that it was up to you to do that, to take the chance and let your own feelings be known. But you didn't did you? Instead, you chose to be angry at that too, angry at Jessica, angry at everyone including yourself. So instead of finding out what the truth was, or taking that chance, you chose to strike out instead." "What truth?" Becky spat, still defiant, and starting to get angry again, though worried now that she would again feel the sting of Grace's crop. She didn't. Instead she felt something else, and then gasped, the hand that had gently touched and cradled one of her free swinging breasts, was neither Grace's or Mellissa's. Only then did Jessica step from around her mother, revealing herself to Becky now as well. Becky was shocked seeing her, only then remembering the text message she had sent out actually inviting her to come, though this wasn't quite what she'd had in mind when she'd sent it. "What...what are you doing here?" She asked, though noting that Jessica was naked too, her eyes feasting on the young woman's body for the first time. Her private, secret thoughts suddenly betraying her as she looked briefly towards Grace. "You sort of invited me, remember?" Jessica responded. "I never told her a thing," Grace assured her. "She had her own thoughts, which she only recently told us about. But that holds true for everything we discussed," she added. "I never once broke my word to you, I never told anyone, anything. So whether you choose to believe that or not, is entirely up to you." Jessica now stood, softly caressing and fondling Becky's breasts as she hung there beside her. "She's telling you the truth Becky. She never said anything to me, so I never knew. And I never got the chance to not only apologize to you for what happened, or ever get the chance to tell you how I felt about you either. So I guess, I'll just have to show you instead." Grace walked over tripping a lever that slowly allowed Becky's feet to come back down to the floor again, allowing her to stand, though her legs remained bound, as well as her arms, still raised over her head. As she settled gently back to the floor again, Jessica stood in front of her, her hands cupping Becky's breasts as she began kissing them, gently caressing and sucking them. Becky again squirmed, but not in anger this time, but in pleasure. The surprise at hearing Jessica's own words, telling her that she actually had thoughts, and feelings towards her, came as a major, unexpected surprise. And even more so, when Jessica knelt, her hands still cupping and fondling her breasts, but her tongue now snaking out to tenderly explore the sensitive region within her exposed, wanting lips. Jessica continued teasing her in this way as Grace walked over, now standing next to Mellissa, the two of them watching, and now caressing one another as William simply sat looking on. "Maybe this was working after all," he thought quietly, though he was still distrusting of his own daughter. She could still be trying to work them into freeing her, after what she had done so far. "Are you ready to give us the code yet?" Mellissa asked. "How do I know, you're not just trying to trick me?" She asked. "How do I know any of this is real, that you're just not saying and doing these things into tricking me into giving it to you?" She asked, softly moaning however as Jessica continued to pleasure her with her mouth and tongue. "And how do we know you're not doing the same thing to us?" Mellissa questioned. "It seems we're at a stand off here, aren't we? So what's it going to take for us to reach a mutual decision here that we can all live with, and learn to start trusting one another again?" Becky looked towards Grace. "There is one thing," she began. "You once confided in me, told me something that you said no one else knew, something that only I would, to which I also promised I would never tell anyone. And so far, I haven't. Do you remember what that was Grace?" Grace nodded her head yes. "Go on," She said. "Tell them. Tell them what I once told you, if this is what it's going to take." "You once told me, in confidence, that though you had always been a lesbian, and had never done anything with a man. That if the right circumstances, and the right man came along...you admittedly were curious about what it might feel like, to actually be with someone." "I did yes...so what's your point?" "Prove it to me. Show me, unless I'm mistaken here, though I don't think that I am. Not after what I've seen. I don't believe for a minute that the thought hadn't crossed your mind when you got involved with my father, even in the small way that you did. So tell me...tell everyone, am I wrong? Or did you not tell me the honest truth when you said that? Or are you going to stand there now, and tell me that my father wouldn't be that man that you might consider doing something like that with?" Both William and Mellissa were surprised upon hearing this, turning and looking at one another. "He is yes. And you're right in your assumption too. Which is the truth, and the reason why I suggested the three of us get together the way we did. I wanted to find out, see if he was...and eventually perhaps tell them that I did want to. So I guess now's as good a time as any, to prove that. But...if I do, do this...what are you willing to do for us, give to us, to prove that you're being honest with us now too?" "You do this, and then I promise I'll do something for you. Something that will give you some assurance I'm speaking the truth here myself. And then after that...I'll give you the code." Grace turned towards Mellissa. Her eyes asking before she did. "Go ahead," Mellissa responded smiling at her friend. "Unless of course William isn't interested." They both turned towards him then, though he stood grinning, even blushing a little looking down at himself. His prick had wilted just a bit, but had suddenly lurched, throbbing in eager expectation. "That answer your question?" Everyone laughed, including Becky, as well as Jessica, though Jessica once again began kissing and caressing Becky's breasts as everyone now looked on. Grace walking over, inviting William to sit down in the chair once again. He did so, as she turned around, facing everyone, and then slowly began to slither down his waiting tool, taking it easily inside her very wet, expectant opening. Grace continued to slither up and down William's cock, fucking a man...and being fucked by a man for the very first time in her life. "And let's keep something straight between us William," Grace chuckled, "though in a way, I guess it already is. Even though your cocks inside my cunt, I'm still a lesbian. This is just about the pleasure, and satisfying a curiosity, this won't really change anything, you know?" "Ah huh," Mellissa said laughing as well, bending over, kissing Grace full on the lips. "And just because I consider myself actually straight, doesn't mean I don't enjoy a good pussy licking from time to time either," she said kissing Grace again, and then winking at her. Grace winked back, smiling, though they all turned as one facing Becky again, who was now moaning and groaning uncontrollably, obviously close to orgasm herself now. "Ok, stop! Stop!" She pleaded. "Please Jessica please! I want to cum, but not like this," she barely managed as Jessica reluctantly stood up, still licking her lips. "Thank you," she moaned, once more addressing Grace, Mellissa and her father. Though Grace was for the moment at least, perfectly content to continue riding William's cock, finding that she was quite enjoying it, and not about to stop either. "Ok, since you kept your end of the deal, now I will. But first, I'll give you some additional insurance in order to prove that. Anyone still have my camera?" "It's still in the other room," William panted. "I'll get it," Mellissa laughed, coming back a moment later, though it was evident by the look on Grace's face, she was getting closer and closer to orgasm, though so was poor William. "Maybe...we should wait for just a moment," she giggled again, though no one offered up any objections to that either. "Cum inside me, it's ok. I want to experience that too!" Grace groaned deeply, hovering on the edge now, and then calling out. "Oh yes! Yes! YES!" She screamed, suddenly thrashing and convulsing as her climax seized her very core. William as well, unleashing a torrent of his own cream inside her, Grace's orgasmic spasms, the way her pussy now clenched, milking his shaft, had triggered it. They both cried out, coming together now, only slowly coming down from that minutes later. "Whew...well, that was certainly worth it!" Grace grinned, finally standing, holding her hand down between her legs, pulling it away moments later with what appeared to be a massive excess of their combined spending. "Here's a towel," Mellissa again grinned, wiping herself up with one, as she had just managed a nice little fingering orgasm herself, watching the two of them. "Ok, now...where were we?" She asked. "Oh yeah...the camera." "OK, part of your insurance, is in filming me now," Becky announced. "Something you can have, and keep just in case you think I'm not being honest with you here." "Like what?" William finally asked, curious now as to what his daughter's intentions were. "You're going to film me, losing my virginity. I'm going to give that up, right here and now, so that you'll have that to use against me, if you think I'll ever do anything to betray any of you ever again." William looked in wide-eyed surprise and shock at his daughter. Not so much for what she was offering up here, but for the implications she'd made when suggesting it. "But...but, I...I can't Becky, you're my..." "Not you daddy. Jessica. I want Jessica to be the one to take my cherry. But Grace WAS right about one thing. I was jealous of you in a way. Jealous because you actually did find someone to be able to express yourself with. You and I are a lot more alike than I think either one of us was willing to admit to. I wasn't the only one that mother repressed, I know that now. I know that you suffered all these years every bit as much as I did. The difference is, you went out and did something about it that meant something. What I did, was just the opposite. I went out to hurt you, and everyone else that I felt should continue to suffer the way I had been. So...having said that, that's why I want this. Why I want it now." "Me? You want me?" Jessica stammered, surprised. "But...but how?" Becky nodded her head over towards a large shelf that nearly filled one entire wall. There were all kinds of toys, vibrators and other interesting looking devices on it. "I'm willing to bet that Grace has a few strap on dildos over there somewhere, don't you Grace?" Now it was Grace's turn to nod her head. "I do. If that's what you really want, but I also don't believe it's necessary for you to do this either," she added. "Maybe not for you guys...but it is for me. You said earlier that it really should be my choice, the where and when...and who. Well, if that's' the case, and if you really meant that," she said looking at her father. "Then I've made that choice." "Well in that case, I do believe I have something that will do the job, and not make it any more painful than necessary either. William? Why don't you go ahead and let her down now." "No!" Becky said. "Not yet. You can untie my legs, so I can stand easier perhaps, and spread them. And even let me down enough so I can at least lean forward and bend over. I think I'd actually prefer that. But...I want my wrists still restrained, that's how I want my first time to be, if you don't really mind." Although surprised to hear this, let alone be doing this, William did as his daughter had asked. Jessica helping to remove the leg bindings and restraints, and then Grace helping her to put on the strap on dildo, though they had together selected a fairly slim, though still somewhat long looking dildo to fit in it. "I think you should start off with this one first, you know...to get you through the initial penetration anyway. After that, if you decide you're ok, and want something a little bigger, we can always switch it out." "Gee...no wonder men don't stand much of a chance these days," William joked. "Next thing you know, we'll be entirely replaced by Swiss Army dildo's or something." "Hey, that's not such a bad idea either!" Mellissa quipped. "There are times when I could really use one of those!" "Hopefully, not so many times now," William stated, frowning just a bit, until Mellissa reached down, stroking his dick again. "Honey, as fun as some of these toys are, they're still not quite as good as the real thing. And especially THIS thing, so I don't think you have anything to worry about." Jessica now wearing the strap on dildo stood waiting as Grace finished lubricating that up, and while Mellissa then did the same to Becky's pussy. "One last time. You're sure about this? This is really what you want?" "I'm sure. So now Jessica, do me a favor and fuck me. Fuck me nice and hard too...I deserve it." "I'll indeed take your cherry, and enjoy doing it too," Jessica told her. "But I'm not just going to fuck you either Becky. I'm actually going to make love to you instead. So if you're ready for that, then let's do this." "Oh yeah...I'm more than ready. I've been more than ready for this for a very, very long time. So like you said, let's do this, shall we?" Becky Ch. 08 To be continued... Becky Ch. 09 Although her arms and wrists were still bound, Grace had given Becky just enough slack to lean forward comfortably, spreading her legs a bit further apart as she did. Jessica now fitted, stepped behind Becky, but continued to caress and tease her with fingers ensuring she was very ready, and very, very wet. Mellissa had taken an active role now as well, at Becky's request. Standing in front of the young woman, she reached out, enjoying the feel of Becky's large hanging pendulous breasts. Mellissa tweaked Becky's think fat nipples, pinching and rolling them between her fingers as Becky hissed hotly. "Oh yes, yes...keep doing that," she begged. "That feels, so fucking good!" William fidgeted in his chair, seeing and hearing this, still a bit uncomfortable watching his daughter as she was obviously being pleasured. Before this, he had managed to deal with all this as the only way of getting the needed information from her, her humiliation and punishment. But now that things seemed to be heading off in an entirely different direction, he was fighting against his own moral beliefs, trying not to become too aroused, or too personally involved in this, without much success. And though he didn't feel it necessary to actually record this with Becky's camera, she had insisted on it, and wouldn't allow things to continue until he did. And so he did. Sitting, watching, becoming aroused almost against his will, knowing that eventually, he would no doubt succumb to it. Grace had walked over now standing beside Jessica, reaching down and initially holding on to a good portion of the still exposed dildo she was wearing. "I've had a bit of experience in doing this," she announced. "It's important Becky, that you let her know how you're doing. If you need her to stop for a moment, then say so. And then when you're ready, you tell us if you're ready for her to continue pushing in. When the time comes, when you know it's about to happen, the easiest way to get through it is to simply tell her to thrust the rest of the way into you, and to not hold back. It'll be entirely up to you when that happens, we're in no rush here, so neither should you be either. Ok, you ready Becky?" "More than," she moaned pleasurably, glad to be momentarily distracted as Mellissa continued to tease her breasts and nipples, even stooping over some in order to suckle the two of them together, pressing Becky's large pliant breasts until her nipples became one as Mellissa drew them into her mouth. William's sudden groan alerted everyone that he too was beginning to find this erotic. And even Becky finally had to admit, having her father there, seeing and watching this, though he would remain for the most part merely an observer, was having, and leaving an element of decadence, and that sense of pure taboo to it, that for whatever reason, was heightening her arousal even more. "Ok Jessica, go ahead and push inwards a little until Becky tells you to do otherwise, or hold still." Even then, Grace kept her hand wrapped around the base of the fake prick, prepared to halt any further penetration into her at a moment's notice. Jessica slowly pressed, and for several long moments, Becky said nothing, merely panting, breathing hard and sensing the first ever real attempt at breaking through her hymen. "Ok, stop...just for a minute," she managed, shaking just a bit, her legs quivering. "Does it hurt?" Jessica asked worriedly. "You want me to pull out any?" Grace knew simply by holding on, that Becky hadn't in fact taken much of the toys length just yet, a couple of inches was perhaps all...no more than three, though another inch or so would certainly be pressing the issue. "No...not really. Not too bad. I just want to catch my breath, feel this. I want to remember the moment," she panted again, gasping a little. "What this felt like, the moment before," she breathed once again. "Ok, keeping going, a little more," she winced slightly as Jessica did that, and as Grace finally had to let go now, the moment drawing near when it would be now or never, which would be entirely up to Becky to decide. William sat stroking himself, still focusing on the view through the camera. He had given up all pretense of decorum at this point, though that too was laughable, doing what they already had just to reach this point. He found it interesting however, to only then come to realize the uninhibited openness, and acceptance that Mellissa obviously held, and had towards her own daughter. And though she too had no desire to become personally intimate with her, the mere fact she could be present with her, did show the mutual trust and respect they both had. Something he himself wished, that perhaps one day, he might have with Becky. Jessica was after all, old enough to choose for herself, just as Becky now was. And the silly-assed rules of the trust, no longer made sense, or held any power or importance to him, nor should it. After this was over, and things had again settled down for the better, William was bound and determined to see what he could do about changing all that. He knew that both he and Becky would be far better off for it, once it was. "Ok, now...NOW!" Becky cried out straining against the restraints, Mellissa in fact standing now, holding Becky closer to her, pressing her almost affectionately against her own breasts as Becky turned her head back, looking...watching as she called out, resting her head there against Mellissa's equally soft breasts. Grace nodded at Jessica, and then Jessica shoved, hard this time, feeling a momentary block, almost backing off. Grace had been wise enough to be ready for that however, her hands just then coming down to grip both of Jessica's twin ass cheeks. When she felt Jessica start to let up at the sound of Becky's brief anguish, she pushed instead, forcing Jessica to continue on with the penetration. A loud gasp suddenly escaping Becky's mouth, her eyes popping open wide as she looked directly towards her father. She squealed in surprise, more so than pain, and then laughed. "Oh my god! She's in me!" Becky then asked for Jessica to hold still again just for a moment. Not because of any pain, that had been short and fleeting. All she felt now was fullness, a sense of completeness. "Time for a little something extra," Grace winked, and then pressed a small little switch on the belt Jessica was wearing. Almost immediately, both she and Becky felt a slight, soft pleasuring little hum, the vibrations almost insignificant, more like a calming tickle. "Hmm, that's nice," Jessica purred, her clit actually being stimulated even more than it had been while she'd been concentrating on actually taking Becky's virginity. Grace stood behind her, hugging the young woman against her own breasts, letting her feel the hard itty-bitty spear points digging into her own back. Simultaneously, Grace cupped Jessica's very small, petite, yet perky tits in her hand, caressing and rubbing them, enjoying the feel of her likewise tiny tipped nipples as they pressed softly within the palm of her hands. "Ooh, turn it up some," Becky asked as Jessica slowly began moving in and out of her again, the minor discomfort she had at first felt, suddenly washed away in the slippery wetness of her arousal. The tickling touch of nerve endings never before reached, touched, caused her to feel almost light-headed. That, and the new addition now of this gentle vibrating sensation so very deep inside her. "Oh yeah, that's better...right there, leave it right there," she asked not wanting to overload her senses, which were already doing things to her she had never imagined before. William couldn't just simply sit there any more. Propping the camera up on a nearby shelf, ensuring that everyone would still be in frame, he walked over to where Mellissa was. Seeing him coming, she grinned, reaching up to use the ropes still holding Becky in position, to further brace herself with. She too now leaning forward just a bit, as William slipped easily into her from behind. With her breasts so close and beckoning, Becky didn't even think twice about it, gathering one of Mellissa's nipples up with her lips, sucking it firmly as her father began slow-fucking Mellissa from behind. Grace had again turned up the vibrating cock inside Becky's pussy another notch, not so much to again distract from the delicious sensations that Jessica was bringing to her with her own smooth, yet constant in and out motions, but enough to escalate and intensify what Becky now knew, would be her first ever vaginal orgasm. Whatever Jessica and the toy were doing to her inside, were things she had never felt or experienced before. She felt a spot, a place, that seemed to be expanding nerve-wise in every direction. She could almost imagine tentacles reaching out to every erogenous zone she possessed. Each one of them now being pleasured simultaneously as her body began to shake and convulse all on its own. "Oh my god! Fuck me! Fuck me Jessica! Fuck me!" Becky screamed, once more craning her head, seeking out and searching for Mellissa's neglected breast, though Mellissa quite happily reached down, feeding it to her. "That's it you nasty, naughty girl...suck my tit, that's it, suck it...suck it nice and hard!" As for herself, Jessica simply couldn't hold out any longer. She had always had sensitive breasts as it was anyway, and had at times actually brought herself to orgasm merely by playing with them herself. Now with Grace doing that, adding in the very intense vibration that was now driving her clit crazy, and the sounds of Becky's sloppy wet cunt that she was in fact continuing to fuck, she was ready to turn inside out with orgasmic bliss. "Do it honey...do it. Let it go!" Grace coaxed, able to tell that Jessica, was already too far gone at this point, though Becky too was in the midst of her own second, almost simultaneous orgasm. To her surprise, along with everyone else's, Jessica cried out, lurched, shoving her fake prick about as deeply as she could into Becky's cunt, and screamed out at the top of her lungs. As she did, Grace looked down, hearing what sounded like someone was peeing. But she knew immediately, it wasn't that. Jessica's pussy was squirting like someone had turned on a garden hose. The splash of her liquid climax back washing against the pommel of the dildo still attached to her, causing a cascade of sweet girl juice to literally squirt off in varying directions. There was too much to hold back for one thing, and the force of it was likewise as incredible as the young girls overpowering orgasm itself. Even Becky felt it, still in the throes of her own orgasmic joy, looking back now, feeling Jessica's girl juice wetting the two of them profusely. It caused her to launch into yet again, a third totally unexpected climatic release. "Fuck! Fuck!" William spat, hearing, and now seeing this. A streamer of Jessica's girl cream now dripping down onto the floor, the poor girl literally collapsing over his daughter's back, who had likewise collapsed, held up only because of the ropes still holding her upraised arms behind her. "Give it to me!" Mellissa laughed excitedly, hotly, suddenly pulling away, dropping down to her knees, William's cock now fully engulfed inside her mouth. But the surprises weren't over with yet. The intensity of what was happening, almost all at once, had likewise affected Grace. Upon hearing Williams warning cry, and then Mellissa suddenly dropping down there in front of him on her knees, she hurriedly ran over, dropping down herself right next to Mellissa. "In for a penny," she said, as Mellissa laughed, removing Williams prick from her own mouth, literally feeding it to Grace. Grace tentatively licked it, and then sucked it inside her own mouth, looking up at William, the look of shock and surprise on his own face. She merely laughed, now stroking it, urging him on. "Go ahead William, I'm sure they'll be enough for Mellissa and I to share together." Taking the hint perhaps, Mellissa now joined her, the two of them actually placing their lips on either side of Williams shaft, almost as though they were attempting to kiss one another with his cock sandwiched between the two of them. Just seeing that, let alone feeling it, was too much. William allowed himself a deep guttural groan of perfect satisfaction, felt hit balls all but implode, and then felt the first searing release of his cream race up the length of his shaft. He stood, watching his thick sticky cum shoot out of the tip of his cock in long arching streamers that shot easily a few feet until Grace once again to his surprise, surrounded it with her mouth, drinking him in. He again stood there, watching her swallow, and then finally allowing Mellissa to remove it from her friend's mouth, managing to capture the last few final squirts for her self. Afterwards, the two of them actually kissing, tongues fencing, and mostly likely, swapping whatever remained of his cream between the two of them for several precious moments after that. William stumbled back sitting back down in his chair. Grace and Mellissa helping one another up, laughing, still kissing, though they immediately began undoing the bindings that still held Becky in place. Seconds later, she stood free of her restraints, slightly flexing her wrists, rubbing them, and then likewise sat down on the floor, unable to stand any longer. Jessica did the same, sitting down next to her, and then surprised everyone when she leaned over, kissing Becky full on the lips. Becky returned the kiss as the two sat embracing one another for a very, very long time after that. ** "As enjoyable as that all was, we still have a problem to settle here," Grace announced after eventually collecting herself. "And though I'm still a bit surprised you did that, I still need to ask you...what is the password to those files?" Becky actually blushed. This time obviously shamefaced. "There isn't one, not that way anyway. The password is "Fuckyou," all one word," she reluctantly added, once again embarrassed at herself as well as the situation. But all that does is allow you to access the file itself, so you can open it, and delete it if you want to. I was bluffing when I said it would be sent out to anyone, I never actually intended to do that. I only wanted to scare you is all. I never really did intend on doing anything with it beyond that. I know you probably don't believe me, but its the truth." Grace soon after led everyone out of her secret little room, back into the den and her computer. She hesitated before typing in the code. "I'm telling the truth," Becky tried reassuring her. "Type in the code, it will allow you to open the files, and erase them. They won't be sent to anyone, anywhere. I promise." Grace typed in the code. Sure enough, the file opened, the obscene, yet honestly erotic photos appeared. They all stood there looking at them as Grace once again started typing. "What are you doing?" William asked, as the photos remained. Grace obviously not deleting them as everyone had expected. "They're too fucking hot to delete," she said turning. "So what I did, was change the password," she grinned sheepishly. She did turn back to Becky however, once again a stern look on her face. "But just because they are young lady...what you put us through...all of us, is still no excuse for any of this. I still think you've got some apologies to make, especially to your father, and Mellissa..." "That may be so," William interrupted. "And I'm not excusing her actions either. But she deserves an apology from me as well. I should have done more than I did. Far more. I should have stood up for her from the very beginning, when I knew that what her mother was doing was wrong. But I let the fear of what she could do, to make my own life even more miserable than it already was, supersede that. And that's my fault and stupidity. Becky? I'm sorry. I truly am. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you when I should have been. Can you...will you...forgive me for that?" "If you're willing to forgive me, then yes. Certainly. And I want to say something else to you too dad. I'm sorry that mom treated you the way she did. She was stupid the way I see it. And don't take this too wrong, coming from me. But anyone that has a cock as nice as yours is, deserves a hell of a lot better than she was willing to give you. So I hope...seriously, and honestly, that wherever this relationship heads now, between the three of you," she chuckled. "Will be everything the three of you ever hoped that it would be!" "Ah, thank you..." William stammered, a bit surprised at his daughter's candid comments. "You're welcome. And one more thing before we all start singing "Kum Ba Yah" or something. "I think it's cool that you're not all weirded out being naked in front of me, or that I'm not all that weirded out myself being naked in front of you either. I think it's sort of cool that we can be. Especially after what's happened. I just hope that this isn't one of those situations that we realize will never happen again. I'd like to think that we can at the very least, be a bit more free, open, and honest with one another in the future." "So in other words, I shouldn't get too freaked out if I come home and accidentally run into you running around the house naked you mean?" "Well, possibly that too yes. But more like...don't be too surprised if you come home and find out that maybe Jessica and I, or maybe even Bobby and I, happen to be that way either." "So does that mean you'd like to see me, and maybe even be with me again too?" Jessica asked hopefully. "Hell yes!" Becky quipped. "And that maybe...you'd also be willing to introduce me to that friend of Bobby's? Larry?" She asked inquisitively. "Holy shit...you mean to tell me, you've had your eye on Larry too?" Becky laughed. "Hey. Just because I enjoy being with girls from time to time doesn't mean I don't still want to be with a man now and then either," she said somewhat defensively, and then blushed. Becky reached over, hugging the young woman, drawing her to her until they actually stood there breasts mashing against one another, kissing. "Tell you what. I'm willing to bet that Bobby AND Larry would love to double date with the two of us one evening. And who knows...they might even enjoy watching the two of us together too. How's that sound?" "Sounds like fun to me," Mellissa said jumping in. "And speaking of which, I still haven't cum yet," she said looking directly at William, and then at his somewhat flaccid looking cock. "Allow me," Becky said surprising everyone. "It's the least I can do." She then took Mellissa's hand in hers and began leading her over to the couch. "No wait...I have a better idea," Mellissa grinned, that is if it's ok with Grace?" Grace looked at her with her own question in her eyes. "If what's ok?" "The fact that I never knew about that secret little room of yours for one thing. And for another...how does that contraption of yours feel like anyway?" She giggled hopefully. "How about we take you back inside, and show you?" Grace suggested, and then as one, they followed Grace back into her interesting little dungeon again. William stood there in the doorway watching as Grace along with the other girls help, soon after hoisted Mellissa into the air, swinging and hanging much the same way Becky had been when all this first started. He was still in a bit of surprised shock at the way things had eventually, and surprisingly turned out. There was a long way to go yet as far as his relationship with Becky went, but he now felt at least...they would find it a lot easier to sit down and discuss with one another. Especially after seeing one another in such an intimate and vulnerable state. After this, the rest should be easy. Becky Ch. 09 "Get over here limp dick," Grace chastised as Becky soon slipped into the strap-on, preparing to fuck Mellissa in much the same way she had been. "And unless your mother has any objections Jessica? How about you come over here and help me get this standing stiff and straight again?" Jessica looked briefly towards her mother. "Go ahead honey, at least once, consider it a special occasion, but don't go getting any ideas about this turning into a constant occurrence either. Or you either for that matter!" She added looking at William. "Say's who?" William responded looking back, a rather large smile on his face. "I think it's safe to say, and just so you all know, Becky and I both, are going to start living our own lives for a change." Mellissa smiled, nodding her head. "As you should baby, as you should." -End-