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Family Ties

By: St_Julian



Lemon was my third cousin, but secretly, I loved her dearly. I knew it was wrong to have more than just cousinly affections but I just couldn't help it. I had daydreamed about being with her for months now. We'd always been close, since we were in Elementary School. In fact, we were inseparable. We are both the same age, 18. I don't remember why, but I started calling her Lemon back then, and the nickname stuck. All the family started calling her Lemon.

I had an apartment in the city, but often lived with my uncle and cousins on their estate for weeks at a time. it was during one of those visits that a dream of mine came true. One night as I was leaving the bathroom after a shower something happened. I was opening my door, which was across the hall from the bathroom in the wing of the house that Lemon, her brother Henry, and I lived had our bedrooms in. Her room was next to the bathroom but up the hallway a few yards. Lemon was an RN at a hospital and she was used to being up much earlier than me or Henry, so she simply forgot that I had to be up early too that day. Anyway, I heard a noise in the hall as I was opening my door.

I turned around on hearing that noise and the door across the way opened. The sight of my beautiful cousin standing there, her robe open, and her naked body exposed, was so heavenly! She cried out as she, in a panic, pulled her robe closed. I hastily turned around, apologizing as I stepped into my room. I didn't sleep much that night. I couldn't get the sight of her out of my mind.

After such a surprise meeting, and having actually seen that gorgeous body which I'd heretofore only dreamed of, I couldn't help the sensual glances I cast in her direction during the days that followed, and I thought I noticed her looking at me the same way! In fact, several times, we had to pull our eyes off each other for fear others in the family would notice us. 

We honestly did try to ignore each other. But as fate would have it, one evening we found ourselves waiting at the bathroom door until her brother Henry, who was in the bathroom, finished. Oh, one or both of us could have gone to another floor of the house or to another wing to use the bathrooms there, but nobody ever did that in our family. Besides, I wanted to stay as near to her as I possibly could. Just being near her did wonders for my libido.

So we just stood there, trying to look everywhere else but at each other. Then, all of a sudden, it was as if we were both entranced, staring into each other's eyes. Just as suddenly all our built up frustrations came to a head, and as one, we stepped towards each other as if in slow motion, and were in each other's arms kissing, cuddling and caressing. Then the bathroom door opened and there stood Henry in his night clothes, staring at me, with his sister wrapped in a most passionate embrace, both of us kissing as if possessed.

In fact, we were so into the kissing that we didn't notice we had an audience until Henry said dryly, "Shouldn't you guys come up for air?"

Suddenly we broke off the embrace, both of us embarrassed. "Uh, Oh My!" exclaimed Lemon, looking from me to Henry, "you frightened me, brother!"

I could only think of the consequences of my having been caught red handed kissing my cousin. "Ah, Henry, Y... You're out!" I stammered, smiling ruefully.

Henry smiled slyly, looking from his sister back to me.

"Oh, don't worry, Love Birds!" he managed to say, smiling and placing his arms around us both. "I won't tell a soul, and for good reason. If mom and dad knew about this, they'd freak, and life could get pretty frightening around here. I like life to be as simple as possible and as sweet as possible."

"You won't?" Lemon cried excitedly, hugging her brother. "Oh brother," she beamed as she stepped back from their embrace, "you're the best brother in the world! Did I ever tell you how much I love you!" She gave her brother another hug and a peck on the cheek. Then she came into my arms and we shared a kiss that promised so much more later. She entered the bathroom smiling and closed the door.

"OK Henry," I said, turning to face him, "you can level with me. What do you want from us? Do you really think I believe you will keep silent?" I asked, suspiciously.

"Oh, come now cousin. You hurt me so. You've got it all wrong, see! Please believe me, I won't say anything, at least nothing that will hurt either of you, I love you both too much! And even if I didn't love you, I wouldn't put my sister in distress. I do love her too much" 

He sounded sincere enough, but I didn't trust it. It really didn't matter at that point though. I had to trust him. I had no choice. I was already in the swamp surrounded by alligators.

Later that night, after my uncle had locked up for the night and double checked that everything was secure, Lemon crossed to my bedroom and quietly let herself in. I was quite surprised at this behavior from her considering the bathroom event with Henry.

Henry's room was next to mine, and he was probably lying in bed reading or something. He was the brainy, intellectual type, but would most likely be distracted momentarily if he could hear noises through the bedroom wall adjoining his room and mine. But what the hell, he'd probably smile and return to his reading. I turned out the ceiling lights and turned on the bedside lamp, which was sufficient to cast a shadowy glow over the room. I was lounging on my bed, and I could feel my body responding to the sensuous movements of Lemon's body in her silk night gown as she slowly turned to me after closing the door.

Lemon stood before me, like a goddess, her beauty and majesty unmatched. She was like a shapely vessel of burnished copper, brimming with honey. The beauty of her face I had known for some time but the beauty of her body I had only seen once before.

As she stood there, in the shadows of the lamp, slowly undressing for me, all the womanly parts of her seemed to just thrust themselves forward and up, as if offering themselves to me. Her lovely breasts were set high and tilted, and on their pale copper globes her dark colored areolas protruded like lesser globes themselves, and from them her nipples extended, just begging to be tantalized and kissed. Her pubic mound was also set high and forward, protruding so that even with her lovely long legs modestly pressed together I could still those soft lips parted just the slightest bit at their upper joining which allowed a small glimpse of her pink pearl of a clit. It looked moist, like a pearl just out of the sea. Fully undressed now, she stepped away from the nightgown on the floor and climbed into bed with me. We began some light petting, which got heavier, and led to some very noisy love making. We began with a single long, lingering kiss, holding each other close, and worked our way through oral sex. Lemon tasted wonderful, and the heady aroma of her made my manhood twice as hard. Just the feeling of her wonderful body under the ministrations of my hand was so satisfying. My penis was so hard now that it throbbed, and as it's tip penetrated her vaginal opening, she opened her eyes and saw me poised between her legs. I'm sure she could feel my love shaft pulsating as I struggled to fight down the urge to sink it all at once into her wet vaginal crevice. 

"Oh, James! Yes," she whispered, slowly spreading her thighs wider apart, "Plunge it into me, now!" 

And I did, all in one thrust. Although I could not feel the burst of a virginal hymen, Lemon had been a virgin to a real cock. She had opened herself up as a teenager, using her hair brushes, candles, and she'd even managed to buy a little toy, a foot long dildo, that she used to get herself off quite often. She was the oldest child, and had long ago told all of us enough about her indiscretion for us to figure out what she was doing.

I was disappointed that I didn't get to take her actual cherry, but I understood that in the teen years girls are horny too...and she was virginal to the real thing. But the tight fit of my cock in her hot little sheath was enough to make up for the absence of a hymen.

Unfortunately for her, in our rich and affluent Hindu society, even in America, Lemon's situation made it very hard to find a lover who wanted to take such a cherry and still marry her if she loved him too. Or even a marriage that had been arranged even during her early childhood. Her father, my uncle, was painfully aware of what she had done, as she'd told him about it when her first marriage arrangement fell through. He'd gotten very angry and kept trying to make a good arrangement for her, with no success. 

Now, Lemon had been told she had to move out on her own, disgraced by our traditional cultural standards, and old maid, since she was eighteen. And now she was twenty six! It didn't seem to bother her though, especially now.

The following day, Lemon and I climbed into my little convertible sportscar with her suit cases strapped to the trunk and were soon on our way to her new apartment, which by the way, was also my apartment. After much dallying around seeing the sights, we finally arrived. When we got her suit cases unpacked, we both raced to undress, and we dove for the bed, from opposite sides...

Family Ties



The girl with the ring through her eyebrow hadn’t yet put back on her clothes and was standing naked in the kitchen, her head tilted back as she took a long swig of the bottled water she had found in the fridge. Maxine, wearing only a bath robe open at the front, stood by the kitchen door and smiled. She wandered over to the girl, so slim and sensuous, her body still a little clammy after their early morning sex, and placed an arm over each shoulder, lowered the girl’s head and kissed her on the forehead. The girl took the cue, set down the bottle and expectantly raised her lips up to Maxine’s mouth: slightly open and her breath a touch short. Maxine plunged her tongue deep into the girl’s mouth, skimmed her teeth over the sharp incisors and encircled the tongue around and around her own, the drool of shared saliva bubbling up and spilling out of the corner of their conjoined mouths.

Maxine gently pushed her face off the girl’s. Christ! Her jaw ached, but then kissing wasn’t the only amorous activity she and this girl had been practising through the long morning and into the (yes! It was!) the early afternoon. Her jaw was as totally fucked as the rest of her.

She idly ran her fingers down the girl’s chest and squeezed the erect button-like nipple in her fingers and twiddled it, her other arm still around the girl’s neck.

“So, what did you say your name was?” she asked.

Maxine didn’t get to hear because suddenly she heard the phone ring. Fuck! Who could that be? She was contemplating leaving the phone be, but she thought better of it. Saturday night was on the way, and there might be plans to make, friends to meet, more women to fuck. She slithered out of the girl’s arms, her bathrobe slipping down one shoulder and the whole of a rounded, aroused breast on show, glided across the kitchen tiles and picked up the cordless phone.

“Yes. Who is it?”

“Is Misty there? It’s her mother.”

“Misty’s Mum?”

“Yes, is she there?”

Maxine sighed. Misty wouldn’t be well pleased. She could hear her gasps of coital pleasure coming from the other bedroom where she was with the bloke she’d picked up, while Maxine had, as usual, got the girl. What was the bloke’s name? Mike? Mark? Fuck knows. She didn’t even know the name of the really gorgeous, if rather short, girl she’d been getting to know in the most intimate way possible all night long.

“She’s here, but she’s busy!”

“She can’t be that busy not to talk to her mother. I’d really like to talk to her now if I can.”

Maxine had never met Misty’s Mum, but she’d spoken to her often enough on the phone to know that she wasn’t a woman who could be easily fobbed off. She also knew that there was some kind of messy divorce going on with Misty’s father, whom her best friend had never been that close to, and that Misty would probably be quite annoyed not to have got the call.

“Okay, Mrs Milton. I’ll take you to Misty.”

Maxine pushed open the door to Misty’s room, the one the two girls often shared during the week, and felt that usual pang of disgust and slight jealousy when she saw that Misty was being fucked. She was naked and perpendicular to the bed and, also naked, Mike’s (or Mark’s) recumbent body lying on his back, his penis erect and firmly sheathed within Misty’s wide-open and gushing vagina. Misty was pumping steadily up and down, like a sensuous piston-engine, the shininess of her vaginal juices and all the semen sparkling in the early afternoon sun as it shone through the curtained window. She was grunting softly, but paused in her thrusts when she saw Maxine proffer her the phone.

“Who is it?” she hissed. “You can see I’m busy!”

“It’s your Mum!” said Maxine, handing over the phone hastily and standing by the door, unsure whether to stay for the handset or to leave and return to unfinished business with the girl in the kitchen.

Misty put a finger to her lips to tell the man beneath her not to make a sound and still moving slowly up and down, up and down, on the erect penis, she placed the phone under her dyed blonde shoulder-length hair and supported her other hand on her upper thigh. 

“Yeah Mum?”

Misty frowned.

“You what? You can’t be serious? When?”

Her eyebrows raised up her unfurrowed brow, while she adjusted the penis still inside her and grunted assent to what was being said. “Yeah … Hmm … Yes … Are you sure? … Yeah. OK! … I guess you’ll have to … Tomorrow? Bit soon, isn’t it? … Hmm! Yes. OK! Bye Mum! …”

It looked like Misty was about to return the phone to Maxine, so her friend leaned over the bed for it, an elbow indenting the sheet near a masculine thigh she was glad Misty was getting to know rather than her.

“Yeah! Yeah! Bye Mum!”

She clicked the button on the phone and handed it back to Maxine.

“It’s only my fucking Mum! She’s coming down to stay with us. Apparently, there’s too much shit for her to stay at home. My Dad’s being a right fucking bastard about the settlement. The cunt! I hate him.”

Maxine took the phone and stood back off the bed while Misty eased her bosom down onto the man’s black-haired chest, his pubic hairs tangling amongst the trim and tidy hairs of Misty’s crotch, while the couple returned again to the rhythm of their thrusts with a more passionate, insistent tempo.

“When’s she coming? Not too soon?”

“Yes! Yes!” gasped Misty, partly to Maxine and partly to Mike (or Mark). “Wednesday, I think. Maybe, yes! Maybe, uhh! Yes! Thursday perhaps. Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me!”

Maxine could see that Misty had got a little excited from the kinkiness of chatting with her mother whilst being fucked at the same time. That was almost the thing she liked most about her best friend and her most frequent lover, that there was just no event she couldn’t twist to its best erotic advantage. If it hadn’t meant clambering past a body jerking and thrusting under Misty’s own vigorous reciprocal thrusts, she’d have leaned over and kissed Misty out of sheer love. And probably would have done so had Misty only brought home a woman instead of a man.

Maxine eased close the door and carried the phone back to the kitchen. At least, Maxine’s Mum wasn’t the sort to spend too long chatting on the phone. With any luck, the girl with the little silver ring above her eye would still be in the kitchen and still naked. Maxine felt like having a little more fun before the day got properly under way.

Misty’s mother was a tall, thin woman in her forties, who dressed smartly and bore some considerable resemblance to her daughter. Maxine could see the similarities in the slightly pointed nose, the arched eyebrows, the long serpentine neck, and, most of all, in the angular sharpness of her knees, which she kept stockinged but clearly visible below the hem of her Nichole Farrhi business skirt. Maxine agreed to spend every night in Misty’s bedroom for the duration of her mother’s stay, something which wasn’t too much problem most nights, but might be a problem if Misty brought back a male lover. She didn’t want a repetition of the time with that ghastly man with the fat cock who thought that just because he was in bed with two women, he had two vaginas he could penetrate.

“You sure you don’t mind sharing with my daughter?” wondered Mrs Milton.

Maxine shook her head. “I don’t mind at all. I just hope you find my bed comfortable.”

“I’m sure I will. And it will be strange indeed to be sleeping in a bedroom surrounded by so many pictures of naked women.”

Maxine blushed. It was obvious to her that Misty’s mother had either already known or had just astutely guessed what her main interests were. “As long as you’re comfortable,” she repeated. “That’s the main thing.”

“And that you don’t get bored, Mum,” Misty commented, leaning against the kitchen sink, a cigarette in one hand and wearing the quite severe business suit which she’d worn in the office all day. So much smarter than Maxine herself, but then there was no need to dress stylishly in the software consultancy where she worked. “It’s going to be bloody boring being here all day.”

“There’s plenty to do in the city, dear. And it’s a bloody relief just to get away from all that shit with your bloody father. He drives me spare! And, if you don’t mind, you couldn’t offer me a cigarette would you?”

Misty opened the cigarette packet that was sticking out of her Prada handbag and handed it to her mother. “I didn’t know you smoked, Mum.”

“I don’t. Well, I haven’t since you were a little girl. But my nerves! They’re bloody torn to pieces!”

It wasn’t that easy for Maxine to accommodate her life around Misty’s mother. Maxine’s evenings were now compromised by having to watch television programs that appealed to such an older woman. Maxine didn’t know before that there were so many drama programmes on the set. And she was more than a little bored by the soap operas which featured people she’d never heard of before and the permutations of their complex lives of which she rather wished she’d remained ignorant.

Thankfully, Misty’s mother didn’t take up smoking with quite her daughter’s enthusiasm; otherwise life would have become truly unbearable. But it was a relief at the end of the day when Mrs Milton finally returned to her bedroom. Then, Maxine and Misty could themselves retreat to Misty’s bed, in a room rather cluttered now that all Maxine’s clothes and possessions were crammed together with Misty’s own. Maxine was somewhat shy now of going into her own bedroom whilst there was the risk of meeting Mrs Milton. 

She wasn’t sure why she was so shy. After all, it was her room. The two girls had only chosen to share Misty’s bedroom because it was the larger of the two. But she somehow didn’t want such an older woman, and her best friend’s mother at that, seeing her undressed or naked. And she was quite shy about making love with only the thickness of the walls between the woman who was the object of her passion and the mother of that woman. Not that this is in any way inhibited Misty, who was exactly the same as ever in how vocal she was in her lovemaking, unrestrained in the thrashing of her limbs and adventurous in the extent to which she would push the limits of their mutual sexual gratification.

“So, what do you think of my Mum?” asked Misty after a few days.

Maxine sighed. “I’ll be pleased when she’s gone and we can return to normal life again. And I can have my own room to myself.”

“Don’t you like sharing with me?” teased Misty, squeezing her lover’s clitoris between her fingers.

“It’s not that. Not that at all,” Maxine sighed, surrendering herself once again to pleasure.

“But what do you think of my Mum?” insisted Misty. “As a person?”

Maxine thought she was almost an older version of her daughter. And it wasn’t just the family resemblance. They were both women who knew what they wanted and knew how to get it. And she was sure that Misty’s mother, when she was at work, which she used to do in the business she had once co-owned with Misty’s father, was just as aggressive in a business suit as she knew Misty to be. But she loved Misty all the same despite, and perhaps because of, her self-assuredness and self-confidence. Perhaps if she loved Misty she should also love her mother.

“She’s okay. Very nice. What about you? Do you still think as highly of your mother now you’re seeing so much more of her?”

This was partly intended to remind Misty of her past eulogising on her mother, who over the distance of a few miles had taken on some kind of mythical quality. 

“In fact I like her more, I think,” Misty replied with a nod. “She’s pretty clued up. On the ball. Age hasn’t blunted her at all. And, you know, she’s not bad looking either for a woman who must be, let’s think, not too many years off fifty. Her tits haven’t sagged and she’s got a pretty cute bum.”

Maxine was slightly startled. She would never dream of saying anything like that about her mother. Not that her mother wasn’t an attractive woman, she was sure, but she just never thought of her as anything other than as a mother. But she clearly didn’t cut quite the figure as did Mrs Milton. Her clothes weren’t nearly as expensive and her face had a slightly tired and sometimes timid expression. Not the hard determined look on Mrs Milton’s face. Or on her daughter’s.

“I think we can take her out with us this Friday night. She’ll be okay, don’t you think.”

“Friday night? How would someone as old as her get on with the clubs and bars? She’d just complain about the noise and the booze and the drugs and everything. And what if we pick someone up? What’d happen then?”

“Oh. Don’t fuss so, Max. You don’t think she didn’t have much the same kind of time when she was our age? Well, before she married that bastard of a cunt of a husband as my fucking father, that is.”

Maxine sighed. But she knew that if Misty had decided on a course of action then that’s exactly what would happen.

And indeed it did. Misty’s mother seemed absolutely delighted to be invited out and took the opportunity of the invitation to reveal a stash of coke she’d somehow got ages ago. And not bad stuff either, as Maxine could soon testify. And if she was worried about hanging around with young people, all young enough to be her own children, she didn’t hint at it. But she made no effort to dress any differently to how a woman of her age might dress for a luncheon party or a sorority ball. Nor did Misty dress any different to how she did normally. Expensive, sexy and revealing. As Misty often commented, only those who could most afford expensive clothes could afford to show the most flesh. Maxine was slightly less provocative, rather less back and thigh showing, but obvious to everyone that she was a girl out for a good time, and who bloody well knew how to get it.

The bars and clubs that evening were as confusing as ever: a confusion exacerbated by a few choice lines and some vodka. There were Misty’s and Maxine’s weekend friends, loads of them, filling the bar they usually went to on a Friday or Saturday night, the lights glaring and flashing from all directions, smoke drifting over their heads, and the music booming out loud and steady from the huge speakers hoisted up on the walls. Maxine wondered what Mrs Milton would make of all this. She couldn’t imagine her back in her suburban home listening to hard house or drum and bass. And she worried what she’d make of people like Georgina, whose nipple was already sticking out of that slim top, even though her breasts were actually quite small if anything. And what about the language? Maxine’s own mother would have been rather upset by that. Especially when Julia started going on about tribadism, flat-fucking and fisting.

But Maxine became aware that Misty’s mother was one who quite enjoyed swearing herself. She relaxed when she heard Mrs Milton comment that she’d sometimes felt like ‘fucking Jane Horrocks’ herself if the girl would let her. And she relaxed even more when she referred to Condoleeza Rice as a ‘cunt’ and Gordon Brown as a ‘fuck-faced shit’. 

The evening drifted onwards, from one bar to another, just as loud and twice as shitfaced, and finally, with the witching hour approaching, onto the clubs, which were just about heaving and ready to roll. Of course, they couldn’t get anywhere really decent without queuing for hours, but even for a modest club they still had to stand for more than a quarter of an hour in the chilly night air, in woefully thin clothes, as the queue slowly wound its way in through the door and past the massive bouncers, one black and one white, that guarded the premises and occasionally frisked the odd suspicious looking punter.

As Maxine shivered next to Misty and her mother, she could see that the two of them were pretty thick in conversation: giggling and cackling and sometimes exploding into gales of hooting laughter. She was pleased to a certain extent, because it meant she could concentrate her attention on Sarah, a Scottish girl she’d not met before and who had ever such a pretty face. However, it didn’t stop her regarding mother and daughter with envy. Maxine had never been as close as that to her mother. In fact, since she’d come out about her preference for women rather than men, her mother had become even more distant from her. And she wasn’t sure that Misty mightn’t actually be closer to her mother than she was to even Maxine herself. But Maxine reminded herself that it was good to see mother and daughter so close. It must be a comfort to Mrs Milton with all that divorce shit going on. And, of course, the thing about the business she’d built up with Misty’s father having to be divided between them as well.

Once inside the club, things were going very well indeed for her with Sarah. What a darling accent she had! These Scots! Especially the ones from Edinburgh. Such precise, distinct vowels. Those thrilling trilling ‘r’s. It wasn’t long until Maxine surrendered to her passion, recognising that the little glint in Sarah’s eyes wasn’t brought on by E or blow or crystals or even alcopops. Her lips collided with Sarah’s, the mouth opened just a little bit, and their tongues slid together, twirled around each other and their jaws ached as their mouths locked in place. It was all Maxine could do to keep her hands off Sarah’s sweet, but rather large bosom. And she was sure that if she could just get a hand inside those tight little shorts, she’d find a vagina as messily liquid and gushing as her own.

Maxine could hardly hear the music, even though it was inescapable. It was the usual stuff, of course, pounding and grinding and pumping, just as she would be later with Sarah. But where would that be? Not at home with Misty’s mother around. She detached her lips from Sarah’s and looked about her. Where were Misty and her mother?

“Anything wrong?” asked Sarah with jealous alarm.

“Nothing. Just looking for Misty. You know. My mate.”

“The one with her mum in tow?”

“Yeah! That’s right!”

“That’s them dancing over there!”

“Fuck!” swore Maxine. “You’re right. Christ! She’s game for such an old bint, isn’t she? You’d never thought she’d get down to stuff like this.”

“It’s kicking stuff though!” Sarah laughed. “This DJ really knows how to cane them!”

“I guess so,” remarked Maxine, who preferred to listen to rather more tranquil music at home.

As the night progressed, and things continued to go pretty well with Sarah, Maxine often caught glimpses of Misty and her mother together. It was always just the two of them. The rest of their crowd was just elsewhere, mingled and absorbed in the bigger mass of dancers and drinkers, though Maxine thought that Misty might have tried going after a boy or a girl or something. Wouldn’t it just cramp her style being with her mum like that? Fuck it! She was gonna have her fun, even if Misty wasn’t going to.

“Hey! Misty sweetest!” Maxine yelled in Misty’s ear, an arm still round Sarah’s waist, so bare and warm.

“Yeah! Wassat?” 

“I’m just leaving with Sarah here. We’re off to stay at her place. She only lives a five mile cab ride away.”

Misty’s mother was sitting very close to her daughter. In fact, Maxine could see that her arm was right round her daughter’s shoulder and that Misty had her arm around her mother’s waist. Maxine quite envied Misty for her easy tactile intimacy with her mother, though she was sure that alcohol made the family ties seem stronger.

“Sarah inviting you back for coffee?” Misty’s mother asked with a slight slur.

Misty smiled at her mother indulgently. “Shit, Mum! You know it’s not a coffee that Max’s going back for. Is it, Max dear?”

Maxine blushed slightly, even though it was fairly obvious that her intimacy with Sarah wasn’t of the most innocent kind. “Errmm…”

Misty laughed. “Max’s going back for a fuck, aren’t you? Isn’t that right, Sarah sweetheart? That’s what you and Max are gonna do?”




Family Ties



“I should fucking hope so!” laughed Sarah, pressing her tongue and mouth to Maxine’s, to her slight embarrassment in front of Misty’s mother, who, however, would have had to have been both deaf and blind never to have suspected that her daughter enjoyed intimate relations with Maxine.

“Well! Good luck, dear!” smiled Mrs Milton. “I hope you enjoy yourselves!”

“And give Sarah a good fuck for me!” laughed Misty, pressing her lips on Maxine’s cheek.

Sarah was just as good as Maxine expected, although the passion sort of ran out after only an hour or so, and the two were slumped naked on Sarah’s bed, with the sound of a train rumbling through the distance. Maxine regarded her lover more dispassionately. Her face was as sweet as ever, but she did have a furry birthmark on her thigh that was a little off-putting. And her ears were a funny shrivelled shape. And she was ever so short. Just like the girl with the ring in her eyebrow. And although not plump exactly, nowhere near as slim as darling Misty.

As so often happened when Maxine had made love with another woman she compared her recent conquest with Misty. Invariably, it was Misty who came out best from the comparison. Maxine truly loved Misty. She knew that. And at the moment, her heart was yearning for her best friend. She could imagine her sleeping alone in her bed. Only a vibrator or two to keep her company. She was so selfless letting Maxine go off and have fun with another woman while she stayed at home alone with only the company of her mother and perhaps some more blow. 

And then Maxine resolved to return home early. Although she’d normally have spent many more hours with Sarah, who was, after all, quite a pretty girl, she thought she’d leave in good time, to get home before Misty was out of bed. And then she would make up to Misty for spending time apart from her that evening. And the two of them would make that mad passionate love they enjoyed so much. And she would tell Misty how much she loved her. And how she really didn’t mind sharing the same bedroom with her, as long as they could also share the bed together.

Sarah was a little distraught when Maxine left. “Please tell me you’ll see me again,” she pleaded at the door, while letting Maxine out into the Saturday morning street. “You’ve got my number, haven’t you? Please call.”

“I will!” promised Maxine firmly, intending to do no such thing, and then striding off, following Sarah’s direction, to the nearest underground station. She blew Sarah a kiss as she rounded the street corner, preserving in her memory what she was sure would be her last sight of the girl she’d just been making love to, seeming somehow small in her bathrobe at the door of the extremely ordinary city house.

The leisurely crawl of a weekend morning followed her home, still wearing her evening outfit, hidden as best she could under her jacket and ignoring the lascivious stares of the men on the train. Although she quite enjoyed attracting their attention, she was terrified that they might think she had any interest, of any kind whatsoever, in them. And soon along more familiar streets, counting off the houses, as she came at last in sight of the house that contained the flat she shared with Misty.

She cautiously pushed open the door to the flat. She didn’t want to wake up Misty’s mother. Indeed, she didn’t really want to arouse Misty. What she wanted to do was surprise her. To jump on the bed, pull off her clothes, say “Surprise!” in a seductive voice and for the two of them to then start making love together. Wouldn’t that thrill Misty? And what better surprise could there be for a lover who had spent the night alone?

Maxine might have heard a kind of groaning, gasping noise before she pushed open the door to Misty’s bedroom. If she had, she’d probably have dismissed it as sounds somehow leaking in from a neighbouring flat. She hadn’t expected, however, to find two bodies on the bed she shared with Misty. Two naked female bodies at that. Entwined in a tangle of limbs and grinding groins. Clearly and unambiguously making love.

At first, Maxine thought it might have been a woman that Misty had met at the club. She was famous for her fast work. Maxine remembered that girl Misty had picked up at the bus stop that evening. One moment, she was just another stranger waiting for a bus. The next, Misty and she were pressed against each other in a wild passion that rather frightened Maxine at the time. But no! It wasn’t someone Misty had just met. And her breasts were not the firm ones of a young girl, but those of an older woman. One old enough to be Misty’s mother.

“Misty!” Maxine shouted in alarm. “It’s your mother you’re fucking with! You’re fucking with your mother!”

Misty and her mother stopped abruptly, a dampness clinging to their chest where they’d perspired against each other and a different dampness around the crotch and at the top of the inside thighs. 

“Max! What the fuck?” Misty cried.

“You’re fucking your Mum!” sobbed Maxine, already slightly regretting the hysteria that had crept into her voice.

“So?”

“It’s your Mum?”

“I know. And I’ve been enjoying every moment of it. Haven’t we, Mum?”

“Yes, we have, dear,” said Mrs Milton with an indulgent smile, her arms around her daughter and her free hand stroking sensuously about the part of the crotch Maxine was sure no mother should touch so intimately.

“In fact, we should have done this earlier, shouldn’t we, Mum?”

“Well, not when you were young, sweetest. That would have just been plain wrong!” laughed her mother.

Maxine stood there in front of Misty and her mother, feeling more like an intruder into her lover’s privacy than she’d ever felt before.

“What about me?” she couldn’t help asking, her voice feeling weak and a cloud of disappointment engulfing her.

“Well, you’ve said you wanted to have your own room back, Max,” remarked Misty. “There’s nothing stopping you from having it back now!”



Family Ties



Katie heard the back door slam as her brother Kevin came in, finished with his classes at the community college. You'd think after tramping around campus and then driving home he'd be tired and just wanna crash on the couch. But no, she saw he was headed right for her, to tease her as usual. 

"Who's strangling a cat in here.. oh, it's just you practicing your fiddle again, huh?" 

"It's a violin, Einstein." 

"I knew that. And all that racket from just pulling this thing over the main part?" he said, taking the bow and pulling it across the strings in an awful way. 

"It's the violin's body, Kevin. When will he learn?" Katie sighed. At nineteen, he seems no brighter than when he was nine, although the lack upstairs didn't seem to match how much he seem to pack below. And his body overall.. mmmmm. Working out in his weight room downstairs had done wonders for his his physique. But she shouldn't think like that. He's her brother!  What was she thinking?

A year younger, Katie's body showed she had come into own also. Long, dirty blonde hair, green eyes, a pair of 36 Cs and a waistline to die for, Katie looked damn good and she knew it. But she was saving this body for the one.. one special guy... whoever he turned out to be one day.

Kevin dodged her attempt to grab back the bow, saying "You mean simply pulling this thing across the body makes all that noise? Well, what kinda noise will I get if I pull it across your body?"  He swiftly pulled the bow across her breasts.. breasts that had started growing rather large back when she reached puberty, and in only a tube top, not having much to deaden the sensitivity already elevated by thinking of his muscles. Her large green eyes disappeared as her eyelids closed, but her mouth opened.  She swallowed hard and tried to look mad. "S-S-S-Stop that!" she stammered. He already ran it down her back as she tried to grab it. 

"Still noise is all it makes!" he laughed. "I thought it's supposed to make beautiful music," he teased. Kevin reached around her from behind, pinning both her arms with only one of his, and then slid the bow between her legs, and pulled it upward, running the catgut against her crotch.. slowly and rhythmically.. up and down, back and forth, again and again with just enough pressure... "I bet you and me could make beautiful music.. you have always been a eyeful, sis. And sometimes.. I.. well, you know."  He winked.

She suddenly realized she was letting it continue too long. He's getting the wrong idea!  "Kevin, that's disgusting! I'm gonna tell Mom if you don't-" Her brother slid the bow softly under her chin, along one cheek and merely whispered "Shhhhhh.. only kidding, sis. You can take a joke, right. Here's your fiddlestick back." Katie gulped hard.. much more and she would be so wet that she's have to run upstairs and change so no one could see the wetness emerging through her shorts.  "Beat it, Kevin!" she hissed. "Hey, Katie, that's all a guy can do when he gets all worked up and has no where to go!!" 

He laughed as she tried to kick his butt, Kevin running upstairs to shower. God, even his ass was good looking. She HAD to stop thinking like this. It was wrong.. dirty.. a sin. She tried to practice again, but her concentration was blown. She headed upstairs to put the case away and watch some TV before dinner. 

Passing by the bathroom, she heard Kevin turn on the water for the shower. He left the door open a few inches since the exhaust fan was never enough to keep mirrors from fogging up, and he loved to see himself. And right now, she wouldn’t mind seeing him either. She peeked in carefully, making sure to avoid a loose floorboard and saw all that he had on at this point was the tight white briefs. Sliding them off and kicking them aside, she almost moaned aloud but caught herself as she gazed at her brother’s buns... small and tight.  “stop it!” she told herself and turned away. “What am I thinking?  There are plenty of guys around.. plenty of hotties, and Kevin is my brother.. anyone would say this is gross! .. And still....” 

Katie then heard her mom at the bottom of the stairs. “Katie, we're leaving now! Dad’s in the driveway and we’re late for A.C. as it is!’ Supper’s on the stove! Love ya!” Her mom blew her a kiss. “Give Kevin a big hug for me! Bye, baby!” She had almost forgotten her folks were going to Atlantic City for the night and most of tomorrow. A Friday night with no folks around.. what a waste! She should’ve set up for Jeremy or Jon to come over, but they were at some team tournament, so it was just her, a half gallon of ice cream and, if she was lucky, something racy on cable.. if her brother would be going out. Didn’t he say something about seeing Kerry tonight? 

“Hey, Straddle Various! I’m going over to the mall with Kerry. Some stupid chick flick, but it’s the price of getting some of Kerry Mendlebaum. Later!” Before she could say a thing, he was out the door and starting the Mustang. “Kerry Easybaum is more like it... stupid slut. She’ll put out more than likely from what I hear.” 

After supper, Katie showered, slipped on an oversized T-shirt and plopped in front of the TV with some chocolate almond Hagen Daz.  Nothing much on, and she felt her eyelids droop and tried to stay awake til a good porn flick would come on. Suddenly she felt her shoulder shaken. “Sis, .. sis.. I didn’t know you watched this stuff.” It was Kevin, and she saw two women eating each other out on the Cinemax channel. 

“Kevin, did you forget something? You just left.” 

“Just left? It’s 11 PM, Katie. I caught the flick with Kerry, went back to her place, but she got mad when I did something and got all PO’ed at me. So I went home.” 

“Did something? Like what?” Katie was curious now, but confused. She didn’t recall falling asleep. 

“Well, I got hold of one of these and wanted to see her use it while I watched. It’s not like I was forcing it on her.” Kevin was tossing back and forth from one hand to the other a vibrator. 

“Oh Kevin! You didn’t!” 

“What? Girls use these. I know.” 

“Yeah, some do,” Katie went on, “but you were really crass pulling it out and asking her to use it. It was ambushing her. Maybe in bed you could have.. I dunno.. talked about it. If.. um.. of course, you two are sleeping together.” 

“That’s part of the problem,” he said, scooping up a glob of melted ice cream. “I was all worked up and she wasn’t going anywhere. With French kissing like that and letting me feel her boobs.. then nothing further.. shit! I was stoked and she got up and wanted to make fucking popcorn. I was horny as hell! I tried to do more and even said if she wanted to just pleasure herself, I’d back off and just watch. And I pulled this out. I was being fucking considerate and it got me nowhere!” 

‘Well, aren’t we the romantic one?” Katie bent over to pick up her drink and snack off the floor, and could feel Kevin’s eyes taking in a good look down her T-shirt’s wide open neck, drinking in the view, and she wished she had put on a pair of panties after the shower. “So it was more a Kerry Mendle-bomb. You got stuck with a cold shower, huh?” 

“Yeah,” Kevin replied. “All dressed up and nowhere to go.” He watched her walk to the kitchen and then flop back onto the couch, drawing up her smooth tanned legs, in an effort to cover her crotch, but wondering if it didn’t draw more attention to it. 

“Did you ever use one of these?” Kevin switched on the battery operated dildo and it hummed away. 

“What!? God, Kevin, no.. and, like, I’d tell you?” 

“I bet you have and like it. But maybe you haven’t. Wanna try it now?” 

Katie went beet red. “What? Helllllo... I’m your sister.” 

“I know.. and a sweet one at that. And we can tell each other anything.” 

“Since when?” she asked, incredulous. 

“OK, well we can now. Go ahead.... it feels great they say.” 

“No way! Turn it off.” 

“Why, when it’ll turn you on.” 

Before she knew what he was doing, Kevin leaned over and had her arms pinned to the armrest of the couch. 

“What are you doing? Stop it! Get off!” She could smell his colone and feel his body heat.

“Or you’ll call out to Mom or Dad? Go ahead.. Oh! That’s right.... they’re not home!” 

Katie started to feel scared. He was all sexed up and she’d seen that look in other boy’s eyes. As she felt her brother slide the T-shirt up her legs, she tried to kick him off her, but he was just too big. Kevin then reached down and grabbed a karate belt he had on the floor. He bound her wrists and tied the other end to one of the couch legs. He then slid the T-shirt up to her neck and gasped when her pussy was revealed. No panties and even more delightful, she was clean shaven. “Sis, you been experimenting, huh? Nice!” He caressed her mound as she squirmed and fought him with her legs, but it was no use. 

Kevin licked the dildo up and down, wetting it for her, and grinned ear to ear as he leaned over. “Relax, sis. If you don’t like it, there’s always the real thing instead.” 

“No. Kevin, stop! This isn’t right! I’m your sister! It’s me. Stop it. Let me go! Please stop this right now! This is crazy!” A loud smack as Kevin slapped her hard across her face. The pain burned.. searing her pride more than anything. He might have given in if he had asked the right way, but this was taking her! “Shut up! The only thing I want you to say is what I TELL you to say. And right now that’s begging for this! Beg!” He raised his hand to slap again and she flinched, yet she could not say OK. Not like this. She could not bear to say "Put it in me, please!”  

Too horny to waste any more time slapping her or waiting for her to beg, Kevin whipped off his shirt, undid his jeans and slid them to the floor. The he got his briefs off... his eight inches of throbbing hunger totally on fire. To Katie, it looked more like a weapon of hate than a tool of love.  She tugged and tugged but could not break free.   

Kevin slid his hands over and over her boobs, her bare stomach, caressing her roughly, his hands moving down to her silken pussy, pushing her thighs apart. Then he french kissed her, but she turned her face away, eyes tightly shut. Katie began to cry "No, no.. please.".. flailing her legs but they were quickly pinned as her got ready to penetrate her.

"Wait! Kevin. I'm a virgin! The blood on the couch you won't be able to hide from Mom and Dad!"

He stopped, breathing heavily. She had a point. He ran off, and she hoped he might give up. But in a couple minutes he returned, his arms full.  He laid out an old sleeping bag from Scouts. "I was gonna throw this out anyway." He laid it out on the floor near the couch, making it flat. He then undid the belt restraining Katie, and dragging her to the floor as she fought to break free, he revealed what else he had retrieved.. two pairs of pantyhose from her room.  

First ridding her of her T-shirt, he then bound one wrist to an easychair leg, and then the other. Katie found herself as captive as a mouse under a cat's paw. This time Kevin sat back to inspect his work and drink in the scene. The more she struggled, the more turned on he was. She was so fucking gorgeous, he thought.  God, this was the greatest! He was harder than a diamond and turned on the stereo loud in case she decided to scream and the neighbors heard something.

Katie stared at his throbbing cock, pink, thick and as perfect as any she had ever seen. Scared as she was.. somehow.. something felt exciting about this. She was totally out of control.. trapped and about to be taken by her own brother, and in spite of her disgust of this scenario, she was starting to get wet below. 

"How's this, sis?" Kevin placed the humming vivrator slowly over her clit and parted the lips as he slowly slid it in, a little bit at a time, then out, then in.. gently... which surprised her.  The bucking of her hips, writhing as she was, only caused it too penetrate faster and deeper, and she gasped.. her eyes wide.. as she felt.. good!  Shit! It was nice. She looked shocked at Kevin who leered as usual, but fought all the harder to break loose. The chair moved a bit but was so heavy and she was tiring. "Time for the real thing, Katie. You'll love it."

Kevin held his cock to line up and slid his shaft in slowly, thrilled to find her wet. He looked at her, amazed and thrilled. She looked pissed. He knew she wasn't totally against this. He pumped faster and was scared he'd cum too soon. He skipped any condom, since he knew he could pull out soon enough, and this was so special.. his angellic sister.. that he wouldn't ruin it with a rubber.  

Katie cried out in pain as she felt him pop her cherry. But the incredibly good feelings quickly replaced the hurt. Ohmygod, she thought, this is awesome. She iddn't like it.. she loved it. She matched his humping as he gyrated her pelvis, arching her back and fucking like a wild bronco. She felt his huge balls slapping her butt and he pumped deeper still.

"Oh god, Kevin, yes.. fuck me big brother. Yes. Yes. Oh god.. mmmmfff.. mmmfff..  oh! Oh! OH!"  Katie climaxed.. She came like no time before. No masterbating ever made her feel like this! It was wonderful.  "I knew it! I knew you wanted me, sis. Oh.. oh god.. oh.. uh oh!" He pulled out quickly, and gobs of sperm splattered on her chest as he came... some landing on her cheek. He brother panted and panted, laying back. "This time I had to take you.. but next time I want you to come when I tell you to, when Mom and Dad are out. No delays either, or I'll have to tie you up again.. or handcuffs... or something, understand? You are mine, Katie.. Mine alone... and I'll spoil you for anyone else."

It sounded so awfully arrogant and egotistical, but he was actually right. He did ruin it for her. No guy ever got her as hot as that night with Kevin. She knew she would be his forever, and submit to anything - anything - he wanted. After all, if you can't count on family, who can you count on?



Family Ties



"Dang blast it!" Ellie-Sue cried as she looked at her dress. She was busy sweeping the dirt floor of the one roomed shack the family called home. Sweeping the floor was part of her chores for the day. Momma was down to the creek checking the crawdad traps, Poppa was up at the cave checking the latest batch of shine and her younger brothers and sisters were down at the village school.

Ellie-Sue was nineteen years old and her school learning days were over, she helped her mother look after the home and her only contact with the outside world was when she helped her father deliver his shine to his relative and friends.

"What you swearing about?" Billie-Ray stepped into the shack. Billie-Ray was her uncle, her father's brother, and he had taken to calling by when he knew that her parents were busy elsewhere.

"I caught my dress on this nail and it done tore it." She held out the front of her dress to show him where it had torn around the button holes and how it gaped, revealing her full young breasts.

"Let me see that." Billie-Ray took hold of the dress and examined it closely. "You going to have to take that off so's you can stitch it up, let me help you." He lifted the thin cotton dress over her head leaving her standing before him, naked. "That's one fine body you got there Ellie-Sue." His hand reached out and caressed her breast.

She did not draw back from his touch, feeling a tingle run through her body at the feel of his fingers on her nipple. She was aware that Uncle Billie-Ray was showing an interest in her. He wasn't the only one to do so, some of the neighbor boys had come to walking past the house so that they could sneak a look at her, but Uncle Billie-Ray was quite open about his interest. Every time he had been at the house, even when her parents were there, he couldn't stop looking at her.

He bent and took one of her nipples in his mouth and suckled on it noisily while his hand squeezed her other breast. Ellie-Sue could feel the heat rising in her body and she started to whimper under his touch. 

Billie-Ray took her hand and placed it over his hard cock. "You done got my pecker hard Ellie-Sue, why don't you get it out of my pants and suck on it."

Ellie-Sue knelt in front of him and untied his pants and released his large and stiff cock. She took it in her mouth and began sucking on it, holding it at the base and moving her head up and down on the shaft. Pretty soon Billie-Ray was moaning and thrusting forward into her mouth.

He pulled away from her and picked her up and carried her to a bed in the corner. Lowering her onto it he bent down and placed his mouth over her pussy and his tongue lapped at her clit. Her hips jerked forward faster as he plunged his tongue deeper and deeper into her. With one final lunge she came, her juices washing into his mouth.

Billie-Ray bent over her and placed his cock at the entrance of her pussy, he didn't need to push it in as she pushed herself down, impaling herself on his rampant cock. She was pushing down as he pushed into her and both of them were heading rapidly towards an orgasm.

"What you doin to Ellie-Sue Billy-Rae?" Billy-Jim, Ellie-Sue's father stood in the doorway.

"You done ask some Christly stupid questions Billy-Jim, cain't you see I'm ploughing Ellie-Sue's furrow and I aims to plant me a goodly crop. With a grunt he plunged deep into her and filled her with his cum. Withdrawing, he placed the end of his rapidly shrinking cock against her lips. Instinctively she began to lick their combined juices from it. "Don't you tell me that you haven't been figuring to do the same thing yourself?"

"I surely have. I think I might just have a bit of that right now. Come here girl." He had placed the jugs of shine on the floor and was pulling his pants down as she approached him. Without being told she dropped to her knees in front of him and took his cock into her mouth. While she sucked hungrily on her father's cock Billie-Rae knelt behind her and pushed two fingers into her pussy, feeling his cum as he pushed them in and out.

"I wants to do it doggy style." Billy-Jim said as he took his cock out of her mouth. Taking his brother's place behind her he lifted her ass up until he could push his cock into her from behind. Billy-Ray lay on the floor under her and she took his stiffening cock into her mouth, the force of her father's thrusting into her moving her mouth up and down her uncle's cock.

After several minutes Billy-Jim withdrew and lay on the floor beside Ellie-Sue. "Here girl you sit on my pecker". She put her leg over and lowered herself onto his hard cock. Billy-Ray moved behind her and placed his spit covered cock against her asshole. She whimpered as he pushed it into her virgin asshole, only stopping when he was fully in her. Both men began to push in and out of her at the same time and she could feel both large pistons pumping away at her body. Twice she came before first Billy-Jim and then Billy-Rae emptied themselves into her holes.

Billy-Rae stood up to allow Ellie-Sue to roll off her father. She lay on the floor with cum oozing from both holes. "Whooee Billy-Jim, that's one fine piece of ass you got there, what say we do her agin after we try some of that shine you just brewed.

Billy-Jim took a long pull on the jug and passed it to his brother. He grimaced as he swallowed the raw liquor. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, "That's a fine drop."

"What the hell is goin' on here?" Molly, the mother of Ellie-Sue, wife of Billy-Jim and sister of Billie-Ray, stood in the doorway, the sunlight shining through her thin cotton dress revealing a still slim figure. When she came further into the room they could see that her breasts were heading south, but not far. 

"We've just been tryin' out Ellie-Sue here, she's some fine piece of ass."

"Girl, did they force theyselves onto you?"

"No Momma, I been wantin' for them to hump me, for anyone to hump me. I was goin' to grab them neighbor boys the next time they came sneakin' by and doin' them, but Uncle Billie-Ray done saved me from that. Then Daddy came home and both of them done hump me. Now I don't need to go anywheres else for it."

Billy-Ray moved behind Molly and hugged her to him taking her tits in his hands. "No needs for you to be jealous of Ellie-Sue cos you sure are still some fine piece of tail yourself." His hand lifted the hem of her dress and his fingers were pushed into her naked pussy. "I sure ain't goin' to get tired of fucking this pussy."

Molly raised the hem of her dress at the back and, bending over placed the tip of Billy-Ray's cock into the entrance to her pussy. He pushed into familiar territory and fucked her hard until she came, sobbing with pleasure. For several more minutes he continued fucking her until, with one final lunge her came into her.

The sight of her mother and uncle fucking was enough to arouse the passions in both Ellie-Sue and her father. "I want more of this." Ellie-Sue said as she took her father's rampant cock in her hand and guided it into her pussy. Needing no further invitation Billy-Jim fucked her hard until she sobbed in ecstasy. Seeing that Molly no longer had Billy-Ray in her he withdrew from his daughter and straddled his wife. She pulled him to her roughly and, with her legs wrapped around him urged him to fuck her harder. "C'mon Billy-Jim show me what you can do, fuck me so hard I won't be able to walk for days. C'mon fuck me! Fuck me! Fill me up with your cum! Make that fuckin' pecker spurt inside me!"

Ellie-Sue held her father's balls in her hand as he plunged in and out of her mother. She felt Billy-Rae finger her pussy until his cock was stiff again before pushing it into her still moist slit. The room was filled with the sounds of cocks being shoved in and out of cum-filled pussies and the smells of sex.

With a break for dinner of possum pie and salad greens washed down with shine, the orgy continued until well into the night. Billy-Ray slept with Ellie-Sue and they fucked again before breakfast. As she ate she could feel his cum oozing out of her pussy onto her chair.

After noon Ellie-Sue took a basket of clothes down to the creek to wash them. Bent over the water scrubbing her dress she was unaware of two of the neighbor boys standing behind her. "Hi Ellie-Sue, we was wondering if'n you would fuck us?" The bravest of them asked.

"Why would I want to fuck you?"

"We was lookin' into your house yest'day and we seed you fucking your father and uncle, so we figured we could get a piece of that action."

"Why would I fuck little boy peckers when I can fuck man peckers?"

"Ours are just as big as them when they's aroused."

"Hah! I bet you they ain't. If'n you can prove to me that they's as big as Pappy's and uncle Billy-Rays I might just let you fuck me."

Jimmy-Joe, the brave one, took his cock out and began to stroke it, working it to an impressive size. "Well, what do you think of that, then?"

Ellie-Sue knelt in front of him and looked closely at it. "That surely is some fine meat you got there." She wrapped her lips around it and began to suck him. It seemed like not more than a minute before, with his eyes closed, he grunted as he unloaded his cum into her mouth. "Shit I hardly got started on you. Now I guess I'll have to look at the other one to make me cum."

Petey stood before her as she took down his pants and lifted his cock up. Even though it was only half hard it was bigger that Jimmy-Joe's. She wrapped her hand around it and jerked him until it was fully erect before pushing him down on the ground and straddling him. She took control of the fucking, moving slowly up and down on his shaft, rocking her hips back and forth with each stroke. Petey reached out and cupped her tits with his hands. 

Ellie-Sue's eyes were closed as they fucked, her mouth was half opened and a soft grunt came with each stroke. Jimmy-Joe, having recovered from his speedy climax was once more ready for action. Straddling Petey's legs he pushed his cock into Ellie-Sue's asshole and her grunts became louder as she was worked over by the two boys. 

After fifteen minutes of fuck action Ellie-Sue was standing in the creek washing the cum that dripped out of both holes from her legs. "If'n you boys want to fuck me again I guess you can come by tomorrow afternoon."

Molly looked up as she walked into the shack. "You sure took some time doin' the washin'."

"Them cum stains sure took some getting' off."

"And you was puttin' more on while you was washin' them clothes, I seed you fucking them neighbor boys, how long have you been doing them?"

"This was the first time."

"Ain't your father and Uncle Billy-Ray enough for you that you got to go fucking everyone?"

"But they ain't here in the daytime and them boys are."

"How we goin' to tell which of them knocks you up? We gonna have to wait till the kid's born to see who it looks like so's we know who the daddy is, just like when you was born, but that sometimes doesn't work."

"What you mean?"

"I never did work out whether it was your Pappy or Uncle Billy-Rae who was your real daddy, they were both fuckin' me at the time I got knocked up."

Ellie-Sue's life was taken up with fucking an increasing number of neighbor boys during the day as word spread around about her willingness and enthusiasm. At times she was fucking three at a time while a queue of several boys watched the action as they waited their turn.

At night she was a part of an orgy involving her father, mother, Uncle Billy-Ray and from time to time her other Uncle Billy-Jim and several other invited guests, both male and female.

After some months of this action Ellie-Sue was talking to her mother, "Momma, I think I done got knocked up."

"How long since you had your last 'monthlies'?"

"I missed the last two."

"I best take you to see Doc Brown."

Doc Brown was the only doctor in the district and had delivered most of Ellie-Sue's generation. After a quick examination Doc Brown asked Ellie-Sue, "Who you been humpin' Ellie-Sue?"

"If you don't count Daddy, Uncle Billy-Ray and Uncle Billy-Joe, there's Petey and Jimmy-Joe and Dwayne and Bobby-Bob and some other boys I don't remember the names of, as well as men that Uncle Billy-Ray invited around."

Doc Brown called Molly into the room. "Did you know that Ellie-Sue's been humping half the town?"

"Yes Doc. But I kept an eye on what she was doin'."

"Do you realize that she is closely related to most of these men and that there is a good chance that the kid will be born an imbecile?"

"We didn't think about that."

"I think that the best thing for Ellie-Sue to do is to get shot of the kid and we'll talk about what to do after that."

"But we ain't got no money, how can we pay you?"

"It won't be me that does it. What I would suggest is that we send her to my sister in the city who'll look after the arrangements and Ellie-Sue can work for her for a year to repay the costs.

So it was that Ellie-Sue found herself no longer pregnant and working in a large house in the city. Her duties as a maid involved cleaning the rooms, helping prepare meals and other duties as required.

Six months after she began working Doc. Brown's sister held a dinner party in honor of her son, recently returned from a tour of Europe, where everyone who was anyone in the town was in attendance. Ellie-Sue, dressed in a maid's uniform was asked to assist with the serving of the various meal courses and the clearing of plates after each course. 

She became aware that the attention of several of the guests followed her as she performed her duties. She could feel the heat rise within her as she worked, and on at least three occasions, as she reached over the table to retrieve plates that had been placed close to its center, she felt a hand run up her leg under her skirt, brushing her pussy. She was sure that whoever did this could feel how wet she was.

After the meal had finished the men had withdrawn to the smoking room while the women were seated in the salon. "Tell us about your trips to the fleshpots of Europe?" one of the men asked Courtney Parrington.

"I didn't visit too many fleshpots. Most of my time was spent on a walking holiday through Tuscany and the French countryside. I spent a couple of weeks in Montmartre watching the artists at work and I did go to the Moulin Rouge one night. While I witnessed many prostitutes at work in the streets I felt no great desire to take advantage of their services."

"But I thought the whole idea of going over there was to experience life and get it out of your system before you settle down back home."

Ellie-Sue had been sent to gather the ashtrays from the smoking room, empty them and return them. As she leant over to place an ashtray on one of the tables, she felt a hand slide up her leg and a finger slip under the hem of her panties and enter her pussy. She wasn't aware that she pushed down onto the finger until she could feel it fully inside her. A sigh escaped her lips attracting the attention of the other men in the room. 

Doc Brown's Brother-in-Law, Chester Parrington, rose to his feet and walked over to her, holding out his hand for her. She stood and took the proffered hand and he led her to the center of the room, indicating that she should kneel on the floor. The men stood in a circle around her and removed their cocks from their trousers. Ellie-Sue went around the circle, sucking on each cock in turn until the man had cum inside her.

She was then stripped naked and pushed to the floor where the men again took it in turns to fuck her, except for Courtney who sat back and watched as she was fucked by each of them and they had each cum inside her pussy.

It was then that Courtney stood up, and taking Ellie-Sue's, hand led her to a bathroom where he gently washed away the traces of her ordeal. "Why did you let them do that?" He asked as he rinsed his hands.'

"Because I was horny as hell. You see I haven't had a man in me for nearly six months and I was so horny from just using my finger."

"But to let all those old men treat you like you were dirt, like you were nothing, how could you do that?"

"I am nothing, I'm just a poor girl working to pay off having to get rid of my kid."

"Come with me." He held out his hand and she took it. He led her a wing of the house that she had not been to before, it was expensively furnished with masculine touches everywhere, trophies of the hunt, several different rifles in a rack on the wall, a large leather chair and sofa.

He opened a door and led her into a room dominated by a large bed. "You will sleep here tonight." His statement left her with no alternative but to obey. She slept soundly through the night and when she woke, the clock on the wall told her that she was late for her morning duties. "Damn! I'm for it now!" She cried as she scrambled out of bed looking for her clothes. They were nowhere to be found.

Just as she had resigned herself to having to race back to her quarters naked the door opened and Courtney walked in. "You have been excused from your duties, I told Mother that you were indisposed. I also told her that you should be excused from further duty in the main part of the house, you are my servant now."

"I saw you at dinner last night and the other staff said it was for you, I've heard about you but don't know you. Who are you?"

"I'm sorry, you haven't seen me before last night, my name is Courtney Parrington, the party last night was in honor of my return from Europe where I have been traveling for the last two years. I am the son and heir of this family."

"What do you want me to do for you?"

"Whatever I tell you to do, oh you won't be worked hard, in fact there is little for you to do because the other servants take care of most of it. The first thing I want you to do is to put these clothes on." He held out a package that he had brought back with him.

Ellie-Sue turned her back on him and put on the underwear which included pants and camisole then a black skirt that came below her knees and a white blouse that buttoned in front. 

There was a knock on the door, "Will you get that, it should be breakfast." Ellie-Sue opened the door to find a trolley with several covered dishes and a coffee pot. She wheeled it into the room and began setting the food out on a small table. Courtney emerged from the bedroom dressed in trousers and jacket, he wore riding boots that had been polished to a high shine. Ellie-Sue thought that he was the most handsome man that she had ever seen.

"Sit down and join me." He ordered. She sat and enjoyed the several dishes that made up this breakfast feast, finishing with a cup of strong black coffee.

"Why are you so kind to me?" Ellie-Sue asked.

"My mother told me something of what you have experience and I couldn't believe that any woman should have to endure such behavior from men, I didn't really think civilized men capable of such degrading behavior towards women until last night when I witnessed my own Father and his friends humiliating you. I knew that I had to do something, so I have taken it on myself to give you an education sufficient to see you improve your lot in society."

"You'll have a hard time, I ain't had no learnin' to speak of."

"You'll be surprised how much you know. School isn't the only way to learn, looking and observing is another way, and I was watching you last night and you were looking at everything that those people were doing, how they were talking, how they ate at the table. I bet that if you had to, you could do exactly the same now."

"I expect I could. I see nothing wrong to learning to behave like a lady."

"And you shall, not only in public but in private. You will no longer give yourself to the first person that asks. I was waiting for you to do something when those men put their hand up your skirt last night but you did nothing. In one way that was good, it showed that you were prepared to put up with a lot rather than risk offending one of my parent's friends, but between you and me, I would have jabbed a sharp knife into his hand, that would have stopped him in his tracks."




Family Ties



For the next three months he taught her many things about how to behave like a lady and Ellie-Sue was a quick and eager learner and every chance she got she would discuss a range of topics with him, using information that she remembered from his discussions with her. He took her to museums and art galleries, to the theater and other events. During this time there was no mention of sex, no indication that Courtney was even interested in her sexually. He gave every indication that he was happy to abstain from sex with her, she was less so, missing the physical contact with a man.

At the end of another busy week, after dinner, Ellie-Sue had just filled his bath for him and was waiting for him to undress so that she could take away his soiled clothes when Courtney stood before her. "Tonight you will bathe first and I will use your water."

"But Sir,"

"No 'but's, my Dear, do as you are told." He began to undress her slowly, removing each garment and placing it in the laundry hamper. She felt a tingling sensation each time his fingers brushed against her skin and she was trembling with her arousal. 

She lowered herself into the hot water and leaned back, luxuriating in its sensuous feel. Courtney took a flannel and dipped it in the water. Lathering it liberally he began to wash her gently, starting with her face and working down her body, pausing to lavish extra attention to her breasts and between her legs. The gentleness of his washing was making her hornier and hornier until, while his hands were between her legs she convulsed into a powerful orgasm.

"I'm sorry Sir, I just couldn't help myself."

"That is exactly what I wanted you to do. You don't have to be fucking a man to have an orgasm, if the man is gentle and caring with you and in time you will realize that you can get all the sexual satisfaction that you need from one man, you don't have to hump the whole town."

"But none of the men in the village takes the time to be gentle with me, all they want to do is hump me fast and shoot their load inside me as quick as they can. They like to stand around and watch their cum oozing out of my pussy and running down my legs."

"Then they are not good enough for you, if they want to behave like animals then maybe they should hump the farm animals." He raised her out of the bath and gently dried her with a soft and warm towel.

When she was fully dried he undressed and lowered himself into the bath tub, he could smell her in the water.

Ellie-Sue didn't need to be asked, she took the flannel and lathering it, began to wash him as gently as he had done her. On reaching his cock she dropped the flannel and began to jerk him off.

Courtney took her hand and stopped her. "Just as I was gentle with you and you came strongly, if you are gentle with me I will cum just as hard. She took up the flannel again and began to gently wash around his cock and balls, moving it into his ass crack and back along his now rigid cock. His eyes closed and his hips rose with each stroke until, with a grunt, several spurts of cum shot into the air. 

Ellie-Sue licked the tip of his cock as it subsided. When it had gone down completely Courtney got out of the bath and she dried him with the other towel. When he was dry he led her into his bedroom and lifted her onto his bed. Slipping in beside her he drew the covers up until they were cozy and warm. He kissed her gently on the lips, his tongue brushing against them until they parted and his kiss gained in passion.

She returned his kiss with equal passion and moved to caress his cock but he held her hand to prevent her from doing so. With his fingertips he traced circles around her breasts and hard nipples. Ellie-Sue was writhing in the bed and soft moans came from her lips. But still he prevented her from caressing him.

His hand moved between her legs and he inserted a finger into her pussy. Her hips took on a life of their own and she was thrashing around in the bed begging him to fuck her, but he held back. She could feel her juices running from between her legs and wetting the sheets beneath her.

Eventually, when she thought that she couldn't stand it one second longer, he straddled her and pushed his cock gently into her desperate pussy. She came in a shuddering orgasm immediately she felt him slide into her. "Oh Sir, Oh Sir, don't stop, please don't stop." Even though he was on top of her, the strength of her orgasm gave her the power to lift both of them off the bed.

Courtney held back until he could hold back no more and he came deep inside her, his cum mixing with her juices. She clung to him, her legs wrapping themselves around him, drawing him to her. "I ain't, sorry, I mean I'm not going to let you go until you have me knocked up. I want your kid inside me, I want to be able to go back home and show my family what a handsome son I can make."

"Ellie-Sue you won't have to go back home except to visit. I want you to stay here forever, I want to marry you and have several children, the boys handsome like me and the girls as pretty as you. Ellie-Sue I love you."

"Oh Sir, I love you too, I never dared to believe that this could happen to me, but I do truly love you."

"The first thing will be for you to stop calling me 'Sir', your future husband's name is Courtney, remember that. Then we will have to break the good news to my parents but that can wait until tomorrow because right now I want to try for a kid again." His cock was still inside her and had hardened again. It wasn't long before another flood of sperm shot from him, swimming towards her egg.

Courtney's parents were far from overjoyed at his decision, but accepted it without any qualms, it might have had something to do with his threat to expose his father's treatment of Ellie-Sue. But Ellie-Sue's parents posed a different problem. It was four months after Courtney and Ellie-Sue had made love for the first time, and her pregnancy was now becoming obvious, when they called on her family.

Molly was happy, and again pregnant, and again not sure who the future father was. She was even less sure than before about the parentage of this expected child because she had been allowing the neighbor boys to fuck her as well as the Billys Jim, Ray and Joe. Billy-Jim and Billy-Ray were less enthusiastic at the news of Ellie-Sue's pregnancy and pending marriage to Courtney, having expected that when she came home they would resume humping her.

Ellie-Sue and Courtney stayed in the shack with her family for one night only, and Courtney made it perfectly clear that he was now the only person who would make love to her, which he did, twice before they went to sleep and once when they woke up in the morning. 

They were aware that, while they were making love, gently, in the morning, they had an audience. Molly and Billy-Jim lay side by side in their bed and when Billy-Jim tried to mount her she stopped him. "I want to be fucked like he is fucking her, I don't want for you to jump my bones like you usually do, I want you to be gentle with me and treat me like a lady."

Billy-Jim mumbled, "I 'spec's you'll want me to wait until you cum like he done with her before I shoot my load into you next."

"That'd be nice." She replied as he threw his leg over her. She slowed him down and forced him to move gently into her until they both came. "See how good it is if'n you don't go at it like a bull at a gate." 

Billy-Jim mumbled again but she knew that he had gotten the message because he was still inside her and was actually holding her close. 

After breakfast, and just as they were about to leave, Doc Brown arrived to check on Molly. "How are you feeling?" He asked before he realized that there were other people in the room. "Courtney, what are you doing here?" 

"Hi Uncle Doc. I, I mean we, were just on our way to see you, but first I just had to come and meet my future bride's parents."

"Ellie-Sue! Is that really you? My, haven't you blossomed into a beautiful young lady."

"Good morning Doctor Brown, I am so pleased to meet you again." She held out her hand to him and bobbed a curtsey to him.

"You even sound like a lady. Let me look at you. I can see that you're pregnant and I assume that my nephew here is the father."

"Of course." Courtney said, "We're getting married soon and we both want you to be there, we have a lot to thank you for."

"Your mother told me that you were planning on getting married but she didn't tell me that it was to Ellie-Sue, I guess that she just wanted to surprise me." Billy-Jim brought out a jug and they each had a drink before Courtney and Ellie-Sue had to leave to return home.

Before they left Doc Brown beckoned to Courtney and they walked outside together only to return a few minutes later, Courtney with a strange look on his face. They said nothing to the others.

That night they lay in bed reflecting on the past couple of days. "You're not disappointed with my parents are you?" Ellie-Sue asked.

"Good heavens no! I hope that you didn't think that I'd treat your father with contempt just because of what happened to you. In a way he's no different to me or anyone else, he just has different ways of doing things. His behavior is little different to that of my father and his friends."

"By the way, what were you and Doc Brown talking about this morning?"

"He was expressing his concern at me marrying you. At first I thought that he was going to tell me that I was too good for you, and he would have had an argument on his hands." Ellie-Sue hugged him to her. "But that wasn't what he was concerned about, he told me that he was worried because, around the time that you were conceived he was fucking your mother, along with your father and uncle, but on seeing you as an adult he could see that there was little possibility of him being your father. You can't imagine how relieved I am at that news."

She snuggled against him and reached for his cock. "There's only one thing that will make me happier right now. I want you inside me, I want to feel you making love to me like you always do."

"I'm only too happy to oblige you, my dear." They were lying side by side so he rolled her onto her side and placing himself behind her he entered her, pushing his cock into her, feeling the walls of her pussy caressing him. They built slowly, gently and lovingly to a joint climax, their bodies in tune to each other's needs. "Sex with someone that you love is the most sublime experience," Courtney thought to himself as his cock slowly shrank and dropped out of her. He leaned over and kissed her, "I love you very, very much."

"Mmmmm."



Family Ties



Something a little different, a homecoming with a twist. Enjoy!

*

My Dad was always strict and was defiantly the head of the household. Don't get me wrong: Mom was no beat down mouse, afraid of her own shadow. Mom was a business woman who ran her own chain of office temps. It's just that once she entered the house it was always clear who was in charge, my Dad.

Yeah, I resented it as a kid. You don't get to run wild like your friends seemed to be able to. Homework and chores came before play time. Curfews, what clothes you were allowed to wear, what television programs you were allowed to watch, what music you were allowed to listen to, all were controlled by Dad.

Saying it this way makes it sound like he was some kind of Nazi or right wing fundamentalist preacher, nothing could be further from the truth. Politically Dad was a fiscal conservative and a social liberal with a libertarian bent. Religiously he was always looking for answers, but was unwilling to take anything on faith.

"Son," he would say. "If you can't pick it up in your hand, prove it mathematically, or recreate the event, it's not real, it's fiction."

Anyway it got me through high school with an A- average and into a pretty good college. Now I'm back home for the summer break, first time in three years and things have changed. Boy, have they changed. 

Oh, a couple of things I should have mentioned, the first being my siblings. Two sisters, one older and one younger. When I left for college my older sister Catherine was already at some fancy girl's finishing school/college back east and my younger sister was in her second year of high school and constantly getting in trouble. The second thing is that I didn't tell the folks I was coming home for summer break. 

I hadn't planned to come home but my summer internship fell through when the senior partner in the law firm caught the junior partner with his trophy wife in a very hot, hot tub. 

So late on a Friday evening, I arrived home bag and baggage and let myself in. I dumped my bags in my old room and headed for the kitchen for a late night snack/dinner. Ok, I was starving. I had driven straight through on coffee and drive through crap and hadn't bothered to stop for dinner.

The house was so quiet, I figured everyone had gone to bed, so I was being extra quiet myself not wanting to wake the family. I eased open the kitchen door cause it used to have a tendency to squeak and got the shock of my life.

A woman stood with her back to me at the kitchen counter doing dishes. Ok that I could handle. The fact that from my vantage point she appeared to be nude from the waist down was a little disconcerting. The broad leather strap with D rings around her very thin waist was a little unusual as were the chains leading from the D rings to the leather cuffs on her wrists.

I couldn't see any of her upper back due to the waist length reddish brown hair covering it, but I had a feeling she wasn't wearing much on top either. I stood in the doorway frozen in place, though I must admit I was enjoying the view. Her ass was nicely rounded and her feet were far enough apart for me to be able to see her pussy lips hanging down and quite bare of any hair. She had nicely shaped legs and good calf muscles which she needed as her feet were encased in a set of high heels with at least a six inch stiletto heel.

I may have been frozen in place, but my cock wasn't. It quickly grew to an almost painful boner and I could feel the heat growing in my groin. I reached down and adjusted my pants for a little more comfort. That's when the damn door decided to squeak.

I'm not sure who was more surprised as the woman spun around, while dropping to the floor, on her knees, head down and arms outstretched as far as the chains would allow. I was so shocked, I forgot I was adjusting my boner and she would see me standing their apparently jacking off watching her. 

Which from the smothered giggle I heard was exactly what she was thinking. I think I tried several times to say something, but what do you say to a naked and chained lady in your kitchen? I did note that in her bent over position her ass looked even better and with her hair fallen off to one side of her body I could confirm that her upper body was as naked as the rest of her. Her tits must be an impressive size as they bulged out from the sides even with most of them lying beneath her and resting on the floor. 

"I'm, aah sorry. I didn't mean to startle you. I, ahh, didn't know anyone was in here. I mean I just came in to get something to ..." My voice trailed off as she sat back on her knees and I realized that the naked and chained woman was my younger sister.

"Hi, Brian. I didn't know you were coming home for the summer." Lauren smiled up at me, seemingly totally unconcerned that I was staring at her naked body. 

What a body! When I left home she had been in punk/goth/vamp mode, weird hair colors, and black baggy clothes that hid her slightly chubby body. I could see that she wasn't chubby anymore. Her face and body had thinned out, her breasts had grown to well rounded proportions that looked larger on her thin frame. Her nipples were pink and puffie with curved rings hanging from bars piercing them. 

She was tanned all over with wavy reddish brown hair. The only items of clothes were her cuffs, belt, collar, and chains. "Why are you wearing those?" It was the only thing I could think to ask, which shows how blown away my mind was at that moment.

"It's all I'm allowed to wear around the house." Lauren shrugged, making her breasts bounce and drawing my eyes to the rings in her nipples. "May I return to work? If I don't get the kitchen cleaned, I'll be punished."

Punished? Lauren worrying about being punished? She used to go out of her way to GET in trouble. "Ahh, yeah, sure. I guess." I watched as she got effortlessly to her feet without using her arms. She turned towards the sink, then turned back towards ms and sank down on one knee. "May I fix you something to eat?"

I walked over to the kitchen table and sank into a chair. "Yeah, ok." I watched my younger sister hustle around the kitchen, actually cooking food. This from a girl that thought pop tarts were too much work to cook. Watching her naked form bending and bouncing as she moved around the kitchen, I was again painfully aware that I was sporting a hard on that was making sitting uncomfortable. 

I know, I know, this was my sister, my baby sister whom I babysat and who bugged me by tagging along when I was playing with my buddies. So why was the sight of her delicious ass and heavy bouncy tits making me think very unsisterly thoughts? Because she was fucking hot!

She brought a plate loaded with a small steak medium rare just like I like it, a small salad and my very favorite a side of fried mashed potatoes. Once again she knelt as she presented the plate, putting those beautiful pert tits dangerously close to my slightly shaking fingers. 

I began to devour the repast and the a thought that had been shouting for attention in the back of my mind finally made it's way into my hormone soaked brain. "Lauren, what the hell is going on here and why are you dressed up for a slave auction?"

Lauren sank back on her heels and lowered her head, she answered in a voice I could barely hear. "I was a very bad girl, Brian. Mom and Dad couldn't control me and I just kept getting in more trouble. Then I got drunk on my eighteenth birthday and almost killed a family when I hit their car while driving drunk. That was the last straw for Dad. He stripped me and canned my backside until I passed out. When I woke up He informed me that since I couldn't control myself he would control my life. We fought for weeks, but I finally had to agree with his opinion. My life was shit and I was dangerous to everyone I loved. That's when Dad began to train me to be a perfect submissive, just like Mom."

Ok, I admit it, I choked and it had nothing to do with the food. My mind had just gone into overload and forgot I was in the process of swallowing food. I choked, I gasped, I coughed, and Lauren was slapping, thumping and holding me way to close. When I could breath again my cock noticed that a naked female was really close and took over for my abused brain. I kissed her.

Laurie melted into me and my hands gravitated directly to her breasts. Her hand dropped down and freed the trapped bit of controlling flesh that made me forget that it was my sister's tits I was squeezing. What made her forget that the cock she was kissing, sucking, and taking deep into her throat was her brothers I'll never know. I do know that at that point all mental activity on my part was reduced to the level of our primitive ancestors, I.E. naked woman - must fuck. 

I took her there on the kitchen floor, spreading those tanned and muscled legs wide apart. Her pink inner lips stood out in sharp contrast to the all over tan of her bare cunt. My tongue just had to taste this enticing bit of pink flesh and I dove in lapping at my sister's wet hole and sucking her engorged clit. I loved the way the chains attached to her collar and cuffs kept her from reaching down and blocking her pussy from my assault. Not that it looked like she wanted to stop me, her breathing was rapid and her pussy was flooding, even her nipples were harder than any woman's I had ever seen or felt. 

Something in me wanted to see what would happen if I twisted the rings embedded in those tight tips and my hand moved of their own accord, thought to deed with no conscious effort on my part. Lauren moaned as my finger grasped her rings turning the nipples in opposite directions. I moved up on my knees and drove my cock deep into the molten flood pouring from her pleasure channel. She gasped as I hit bottom and began to thrust in and out heedless of anything but the urge to cum in my sister's pussy.

"Fuck your slave Master! Fuck me good."

Wow, talk about fantasy fulfilled. A boyhood spent growing up on tales of Arab princes and their harems, knights and conquests, African slaves and white plantation owners, Indians and their captured white women, the words from my slave sister reverberated through my head and triggered something deep inside and my balls responded by pumping load after hot sticky load of my little breeders deep into her wide open womb.

My flood triggered Lauren's as she shuddered and bucked and came like an ocean wave soaking us both. I collapsed on to her heaving breasts, feeling the rings dig into my chest and didn't care. The warmth of her body and the sound of her heart hammering in my ear was all the comfort I required at that moment.

"My, my, looks like my son has finally discovered his dominate self." My mother's voice caused my heart rate to soar once again. I looked up from my position between my sister's sperm and cum covered thighs. I figured I was a dead man, either from my parents or from my heart exploding from my chest. 

First I saw her dainty feet, resting in pointed and high heeled shoes. I began moving my gaze up her well muscled legs and froze when I reached her bare pussy. I jerked my eyes higher to her corseted waist and bared breasts. I tore my eyes from those beautiful tits, only to see a collar fastened to her elegantly long neck. I finally looked high enough to see her smiling face and laughing eyes, when my brain kicked in with an emergency message. I looked back at the collar and followed the attached leash.

"Hello, Father."



Family Ties



She had wanted him for a long time. He was married to her husband's aunt, and quite a bit older than her. Still, he had remained sexy to her throughout her marriage, and now she had the chance to let him know her feelings.

Her father had been a pilot-self-assured, cocky, and even occasionally obnoxious. Her husband was a marketing executive and stayed in the air over foreign countries more than he did at home. He too, had an air of cockiness. She had loved it at first, but now it was getting old. Also, he was failing miserably in the sex department.

The uncle was different. At family gatherings, he seemed to enjoy staying in the background, laughing at everyone's jokes, helping clear the table, and being quietly overlooked. She always felt like prey being stalked when he was around. Although he had been at the top of his field during his career, he was retired, remaining with the company as a consultant. She was about to find out about some of the perks of his position.

He would be in the city while her husband was overseas, and seemed truly disappointed when he found that the three of them wouldn't be able to get together for dinner. She put her plan into motion and called him back. "Just because he's away doesn't mean we can't get together. When and where?" she asked. Unknown to him, she was nude, and had her pink vibrator on high, stroking her steaming pussy.

"I'm at the Met, downtown. I'll meet you in the lobby tomorrow at six," he replied, intrigued.

She knew she was taking quite a risk. He certainly may not have the same feelings as she did. After all, he had been married a long time. The only things he had ever said that even resembled anything sexy were once at a family wedding when he had told her husband, "You have the hottest wife in the place." She naively thought he was referring to the fact that she was sweating profusely. Another time, when she had asked about his tan, he told her, with a sly smile, that he did his yard work nude.

Just thinking about those two events had her squirming in her car seat, knowing that she was soaking it. Her panties were crotchless. Traffic was crawling, and she considered fingering herself, but that would spoil it for him. She primly held her thighs together and tried to remain focused on traffic. Finally, she arrived at the hotel and pulled into the underground parking deck. Stepping from the car, she gave the valet an eyeful of skin, and his smile told her he appreciated it.

She kept fit by regular exercise and tennis, and today she had pampered herself with a spa visit that included a Brazilian wax. She told the spa staff that it was a special day and let it go. As she walked to the elevator, she could feel her wet pussy lips rubbing together, creating that fabulous tingle that made her even wetter. She didn't want to put him off with something too daring, so she had chosen a red, wraparound dress that she wore to church. Still, it fit her like a second skin, and the color matched her lipstick and nails, giving her the appearance of a very sexy lady.

She arrived at the lobby, and saw him immediately. Dressed casually, he exuded a mature sexiness that she found irresistible. Shining grey hair, tanned, smiling face, and a perfectly proportioned, well toned body made her shiver at the possibilities. When he saw her, he held out his arms for the family-style hug, and she politely obliged. Their small talk ended quickly, and he asked her where she wanted to eat.

"Your room," she said, pulling him into the elevator, and punching the button for the fourteenth floor. Turning, she melted into his arms and gave him a very unfamily hug that got all of his attention. "Look," she said, grinding her hips into his and keeping her breasts in contact with his chest. "You're the sexiest man I know. My husband's overseas, selling something and I'm stuck at home with my toys. I've wanted to fuck you for fifteen years, and now we have the chance. If you have a problem, I'll leave now."

Looking into his eyes, she knew that she couldn't leave, even if he asked her to.

He simply asked, "You're sure?" and embraced her again. This time, her hand snaked around his neck and she pulled his lips to hers, kissing him passionately. When he opened his mouth, she darted her tongue into it and dueled his tongue seductively. Using her other hand, she reached down and rubbed his crotch shamelessly. 

Releasing his lip the she was chewing on, she said breathlessly, "Oh, I'm sure. I'm sure I'm gonna fuck you." 

He took the opportunity to crush her to his body and kiss her deeply, running his hands up and down her back, to her delightfully firm ass. Loving the silky feel of the dress, he wondered aloud if she was wearing panties.

"Yes, but they're special panties-just for you," she said impishly as the elevator stopped and the doors opened.

Taking her by the hand, he led her to his room and opened the door. Allowing her to enter first, he took the opportunity to admire her ass. The dress and the "special panties" made her ass look fabulous, and she certainly knew how to walk to make it even more desirable.

She was impressed with his accommodations and said so. He told her the suite was just a small perk of his position. "It even comes with an onsite maid of my choosing, if I desire," he said, as he stepped behind her.

He reached around her and gently pulled her to him, moving his hands to her breasts and his mouth to her neck. Kissing her softly, he rubbed her breasts until he felt her nipples harden in his hands. Her groan told him he was pushing the right buttons, so he continued. He kissed the spot under her earlobe and felt her shiver. She pushed her ass into his groin, and rubbed it against his growing erection. She turned and looked into his eyes, seeing the epitome of sexuality that she knew she had waited long enough for. "Look, I know we're kinda related, but don't get the chance to act on my fantasies very often. This is a very vivid fantasy I have played and replayed in my mind for years. You're a sexy older man, I'm a soccer mom. I know you and you know me. Who else am I going to fuck?" she asked matter-of-factly.

"OK. So I'm your fantasy. Just tell me what you want me to do," he said, as he stepped back, sat down, and took in her body lustfully. Her chest was heaving, causing her c-cup breasts to strain against the thin material of her bra and dress. He could see the outline of her nipples. Her hips had widened some over the years, but her shape was perfectly proportioned. The hem of the dress ended above her knees, giving her legs the appearance of being longer than they actually were. The red heels completed the picture of a lovely, horny woman, needing to be ravaged.

"I want you to be nude when I come back in here," she said, going into the bathroom.

"No problem," he thought, and began disrobing. He laid his clothes carefully on the table at the end of the bed, and walked to the window overlooking the city. His seven-inch cock had softened slightly, and he stroked it casually, thinking how this dinner date had turned out so far.

"Promise me you won't laugh," she said from the bathroom door. When she looked into the room, she caught her breath. He was silhouetted in the day's waning light, his body toned, his cock at half-mast, not hanging, but not standing. She had never seen a mature man's cock other than her husband's and it wasn't in this league. She, on the other hand was backlit by the bathroom lights, creating a gorgeous, sexy creature, intent on fulfilling her lustful desires. 

"My dear, I would never laugh at a woman as lovely as you, no matter what the circumstances were," he replied, looking towards the bathroom door. She was standing there in a red silk bra and matching ass-hugging boy shorts. He realized the panties were crotchless, indeed making them "special." As she approached the window, she unhooked her bra and took it off. The motion of throwing it on the floor caused her breasts to sway gently, making them even sexier. He could detect her womanly aroma as she stood at his side. 

"Well, what do you think?" she asked. 

"I think your husband is a very lucky man, but I am also very lucky in that you have chosen me to take his place for a few hours. Come around here and let me look at you more closely," he said, as he took her hand and guided her to stand in front of him. 

Her freshly shaved pussy shone with the combination of lotion and arousal. Her legs looked as if they were molded by a sculptor who truly loved capturing the allure of beautiful women. When she melted into his arms, he knew she had given herself to him for the sole purpose of pleasure. The way she kissed, the pressure her breasts were putting on his chest, her very erect nipples, the gentle pressure of her hips against his thigh-all the signs of submission to her primal urges, were not lost on him.

Never one to question motives when it was time to act, he put all thoughts of apprehension and guilt from his mind and concentrated on the task at hand. She had slid her arm around his neck, and held his mouth to hers until she was finished ravaging it with her tongue. Finally nipping his lips with her teeth, she released his head and said. "Whatever we do here today must stay between us. It will be our little secret at family gatherings."

"What if I want a return engagement?" he asked as he slid his hands to her breasts, thumbing the nipples gently.

"I guess we'll have to see about that," she answered coyly, as her hands roamed up and down his back, finally coming to rest on the tops of his hips. 

She took his hand and placed it between her legs. He had never felt a wetter or hotter pussy. He slid a finger into her and hearing her sigh, he gently stroked it back and forth. "Does that tell you anything?" she asked as she looked deeply into his eyes. 

"It tells me that you are the sexiest woman I've ever seen and you need very special care," he answered as he picked her up easily and carried her to the huge bed and laid her down near the center. He crawled after her and kissed her deeply, lingering for only a few seconds, before moving to her breasts. He gave each nipple its share of attention from his demanding lips before moving down her stomach. He laved her navel with his tongue while moving around to position his body between her splayed legs.

Her outer lips were swollen and flushed. She groaned quietly as he kissed his way down to her pussy and stopped. He was looking at the most delectable cunt he had ever seen, and he told her so. 

"You have absolutely the most beautiful, desirable pussy I have ever seen, and I want to give it and you the pleasure it deserves. Please be patient and let me have my way with this morsel," he said.

She replied in that husky voice women attain when fully aroused, "It's yours to do with as you wish, but I can't wait much longer."

"Your wait is over, my dear," he said as he slid his tongue along her lips, reveling in the fragrance of lotion and arousal. He took his time, licking down each lip and the back up to their juncture. He could see her clit beginning to swell and protrude from its hood. Smiling inwardly, he licked down between her lips until he arrived at her rosebud, taking time to give it and introductory kiss. 

She squirmed and said, breathlessly, "My husband has never touched me there."

"You are both missing another world of pleasure," he said, as he kissed his way back to her center, this time using his tongue as a spear and driving it as far into her slick pussy as he could. Rolling it around and licking the sides of her cunt, he felt her tense up, as she humped his face gently. Not wanting her to come, he slowed his ministrations until he heard her breathing slow down. Kissing up her dripping lips again, he asked, "Are you ready for this?"

"Um-humm," she answered, as he approached her now-extended clitoris, its pink nub glistening in his face. He licked it slowly, then attached his lips to it and sucked. He felt her hands behind his head, and as she climaxed, she ground her pussy into his face for what seemed like a full minute. Finally, her breathing slowed, and she released his head.

He looked up between her legs at her face, a slight sheen of perspiration covering it and the rest of her body. Her legs splayed even farther apart as her body relaxed completely.

Realizing she had been completely quiet, he asked, "Are you always this quiet when you have an orgasm?"

"Yes. I don't want to wake the children," she said. "Besides, there are probably guests next door and we wouldn't want to disturb them."

Laughing heartily, he kissed his way back up her body, leaving a trail of pussy juices along the way. "Darling, my company owns this hotel, and reserves this floor for executives. Sometimes, while away from home, they engage in 'fun activities' that may be quite loud. Extra soundproofing has been installed in the walls to prevent embarrassment. I've heard that there are some rooms with amenities like wall-mounted handcuffs and whips. You can be as loud as you want."

"I'll try," she said meekly, as if the thoughts of expressing herself during sex were completely new to her.

He had begun kissing her eyelids and moved to her ears, never lingering, but moving with soft, demanding kisses that started her burning desire anew. He had moved to her side, and now slid his hand over her breasts, tweaking her nipples. He slid his hand down to her pussy, and easily inserted his middle finger.

"Has your husband ever fingered you to orgasm?' he asked, gently working his digit back and forth.

"No," she said quietly.

"Well, just lay there and enjoy. This may take a few minutes, since you just came. Please feel free to express yourself," he said, as he used his thumb to massage her clit. Sliding his finger in and out two or three times, he changed the angle and crooked his finger. Maintaining light contact with her sensitive clit, he concentrated on finding her g-spot. After a few seconds of exploring her inner workings, he touched upon that magical area of flesh and held his finger still. She groaned audibly, and he knew he had arrived at Nirvana.

"Tell me how it feels," he urged.

"It feels soooo good. I didn't know a finger could make me feel this good. Please, don't stop. Oh, yes! Right there!"

Her pussy seemed to take on a life of its own, as he sawed his finger back and forth over her sensitive bundle of nerves. He increased his pressure on her clit, knowing that she was seconds away from a second climax. "Tell me," he urged.

"Oh my God! Right there! Yes!Yes!Yeees!" Her eyes flew open as the wave of feeling washed over her, moaning loudly and loving the release. Her spasming pussy clenched his finger and held it in place until the aftershocks subsided. 

He looked down at her almost as a loving father would look at a happy child. "Now, wasn't that better?" he asked, as he slid his body alongside her, cuddling her gently.

"Better? That was great! I never knew a finger could do that to my pussy. Did I scream?" she asked.

"No, you moaned though," he said, nuzzling her neck and pressing his throbbing seven-inch cock against her hip. She reached over and stroked it, never having felt a cock other than her husband's and again was amazed at the size. 

"I don't know if I can take all of that thing," she murmured, as she began stroking it. When her hand approached the head, she realized his dick had a very pronounced upward curve. She looked down at his organ and groaned. "How does that curve work? Doesn't it hurt your wife?" she asked, still stroking gently.

"Actually, no. The curve allows me to reach the same spot with my dick that I just found with my finger," he answered, getting to his knees and showing her his cock in all its glory. She stroked it gently and used her thumb to rub the precum around the head.

"Let me massage your breasts," he said quietly. She spread her arms and arched her chest upwards. He took his erect, throbbing cock in his hand and gently rubbed her nipples, spreading the precum around as lubricant, and delivering the most erotic massage she had ever imagined. 

She looked down and licked her lips, saying, "I want to taste it." He accommodated her and moved the head to her mouth. Licking it with abandon, she soon had it shining with moisture. "Think it's slick enough to fuck?"

"We'll see," he said, as he moved between her thighs. As he moved his massive cock closer to her cunt, he could feel the heat emanating form it. Resting the head at her lips, he told her, "You have the hottest pussy I have ever felt. I feel like I could fuck you for hours."

"Well, get started. I've waited long enough!" she said, breathlessly.

As he slid the head past her lips, it felt as if he was burying his cock into a cauldron of molten metal. Never had he felt such heat surrounding and caressing his dick, and as he slid it deeper, it seemed to get even hotter. Finally burying his throbbing cock to the hilt, he looked into her half-closed eyes, and realized that she had never had a dick this deep in her pussy. 

Holding himself still, he asked softly, "Is it all you expected?"

"Oh, yessss.........and more!" she purred. "Now fuck me!"

He moved his cock back, feeling her lips grasping it as he withdrew. Slowly, sliding it back in, he felt her vaginal muscles contract and urge it deeper. He withdrew faster, and she groaned quietly. Knowing that she was ready, he held her ankles together and put both her calves over his left shoulder, effectively squeezing his cock with her pussy walls.

Her eyes flew open and she asked, "Where did you learn that? It feels great!"

"Just one of my tricks," he responded, deeply, slowly fucking her. His cockhead was actually rubbing one of her walls, and she told him, "My husband's dick never touches the sides."

He smiled down at her and increased his speed slowly. He moved his hands to her thighs and raised her ass off the bed, fucking more intently. The increased speed got her hotter and she began to groan. "Tell me," he urged.

"Oh, God! It feels so good. Fuck me harder, please!" she cried, clutching at his shoulders.

He didn't respond, continuing with his methodical attack on her nerve center, knowing the magic that his curved cock was working. Straightening, he held her ass off the bed and slipped a pillow under her hips.

Slowly sliding her legs off his shoulders, he spread them to achieve maximum penetration. He pushed her thighs as far as he could and increased the tempo of his strokes until she began to fuck back, meeting every thrust, fucking him with the same fire and intensity. 

"Talk to me," he urged.

"Oh, God! I've never been fucked so good! Your dick is so big! Keep on fucking---I'm cuuumming!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. The pleasure hub of the universe was centered where they coupled. It was if she had a volcano for a pussy and it was erupting with a gushing flow of molten lava. His iron-hard cock was only increasing the pressure, as he sped up to match her thrusts.

When he felt her spasming, he released his first spurt. As she realized he was coming too, she fucked harder, clenching him with her cunt and inducing more intense spurts of jism from his dick. He seemed to come forever, and she rode the wave of her orgasm just as long, beating the bed with her fists and fucking with just her body. She bucked and writhed against him until they were exhausted.

They collapsed into each other's arms, breathing heavily and simply enjoying the afterglow of their intense encounter. He rolled off to her side and propped on his hand, smiling broadly.

"For a soccer mom, you sure know how to keep an old man happy," he said softly.

"That dick doesn't belong to an old man. I've just been fucked by a very sexy experienced lover, and he knows how to satisfy this soccer mom," she replied as she tilted her head and pursed her lips.




Family Ties



He leaned in and kissed her forcefully, sliding his tongue past her lips and reaching over to tweak a nipple, which immediately sprang back to life. Rubbing the erect morsel between his thumb and finger, he asked, "Does that mean you're ready for more?"

"What more could you do?" she asked naively.

Without answering, he leaned down and took her nipple into his mouth, sucking it like a new lollipop. He licked around her entire breast, making his way to her other breast, and sucked that nipple into hardness. Without saying a word, he slid down her side and positioned his face directly over her bald, leaking cunt. Inhaling the musk of their combined juices, he put his hands under her ass and raised her pussy to his waiting tongue.

"Only this, my Dear," he said as he began to lick and suck her distended lips, and drain the cum from its hiding place. He licked down to her asshole, curling his tongue like a kitten feeding on warm milk, then back up to her clit. 

By this time, she was completely aroused again and pulled his face to her center once again. When she came this time, she shrieked as she fucked his face brutally, holding his head still and grinding her pussy onto his writhing tongue. This climax only lasted seconds and she was completely spent.

"Oh my God," she murmured lazily.

"What?" he asked.

"How in the world are we going to get through Christmas with the family?" she asked impishly.