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Horny Little Women

By: mpqm1968



Disclaimer: Whilst the writer does not necessarily condone inter-family relations, he acknowledges the fact it makes rather erotic reading! Enjoy.

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Matthew Ryder watched as the hands of the big clock inched round to 11 am, narrowing like the blades on a set of shears. Uncomfortable in the charcoal suit and matching sombre tie, he bowed his head to stare at a pair of patent leather shoes in which it was almost possible to make out his handsome yet sad features. Sartorially, if not mentally, prepared for what lay ahead, a single stray tear began a leisurely trail down the young man's cheek. At the tender age of twenty, losing a father was a heartbreaking wrench, particularly when the father in question happened to be the only family Matthew had ever known.

Close by in the cramped front room, his grandma rustled the curtains nosily as old folks do. Until two days ago, when his whole world imploded, Matthew hadn't even known she and his grandpa were still alive. Clad in black also, her shape and frizzled white hair made her look like a pint of Guinness. "The car's here," she announced, then more brusquely: "Come on Arthur, get your jacket...Okay, Matthew?"

The words directed the young man's way were sympathetic and measured as they had been for the past 48 hours. It was as if he was some precious piece of china that could so easily break. Matthew nodded silently and stood, smoothing himself down, his spiky brown hair ruffled compassionately by his grandfather, also colour co-ordinated in black. It was tough on them too, Matthew realised. Losing a son was not quite right in the great scheme of things or that parents should outlive their offspring, even if it was his selfish father. Fortunately for them the hurt was dissipated by Matthew's father having voluntarily distanced himself, fleeing to Manila some two decades back with their grandson in tow, and no word since – until now.

Silence prevailed throughout the journey as the hearse sauntered its way to the grey cemetery. The subsequent service went on around Matthew without his really noticing, the words hollow and worthless, his grief unquenchable. Distant relatives, made more distant by his father's stubborn refusal to leave Manila, offered condolences prompting Matthew to issue forced smiles. Then finally the coffin was lowered into the ground, taking with it his father.

Still in a daze, he was led away by his grandparents to be driven somewhere remote and leafy for the wake. Referred to as 'Hannah's house', in his state of mind Matthew didn't realise the significance at first. Head pounding, it was only after a couple of stiff brandies, foisted upon him by some anonymous uncle, that the surroundings began to take shape. Tangible features on those around him slowly formed, as if a thick fog had suddenly evaporated. And there before him stood an attractive blonde older woman, forced smiles on both sides. "We didn't get to talk at the cemetery. I'm so sorry, Matthew."

He thanked her politely as he had all the others, not knowing who she was or how she knew his father. "Matthew, I'm Hannah March...I'm your mother."

The young man's eyes bulged like a goldfish's and he broke out in a cold sweat. Wow was he supposed to respond to a woman his father's stubbornness had forbade him from ever contacting, let alone meeting? All he knew was that she was an evil woman with a fixation for American literature, who had fucked every guy she met and who had broken his father's heart.

Standing face to face, she seemed anything but evil and nothing like he'd imagined. She was on a par with Sharon Stone or Kim Basinger at forty. And oh those breasts... Matthew wasn't sure of the protocol, whether they should hug, kiss, shake hands, or what? Evidently Hannah felt likewise, the result an embarrassed-looking standoff. 

Thankfully, the situation was salvaged by the arrival at her side of a petite and pretty young girl roughly the same age as Matthew. With smooth brunette hair, deep hazel eyes and a personable manner, she was as equally breathtaking as his mother. Hannah spoke, addressing her long-lost son. "This is Meg...she's, um, she's your sister...half sister."

Meg smiled demurely.

Matthew knew he had a sister, or several sisters to be exact. Even his secretive father hadn't been able to suppress that information. Yet Matthew had been given an ultimatum: warned to give up hope of ever meeting them. If he did, he could forget about his father forever. Even after attaining adulthood, when he could make his own decisions in life, his father's influence had been all-encompassing.

"Come on bro," offered Meg with a radiant smile, slotting her fingers into his, "I'll introduce you to the others."

Matthew took a deep breath, looking at his mother for approval. It didn't seem right to leave her so quickly. But she smiled warmly and indicated to go with Meg. There'd be time enough to catch up later, she affirmed: three more days before the flight 'home' to Manila. Her parting touch on his shoulder was tender and loving.

In the short space of time it took to wander from lounge to living room, Matthew had learned that Meg was the eldest of his four sisters. Actually they were all half sisters, each with a different father. His mother, it seemed, had been something of a slut – Meg's words not his – in her youth. That tied in with what his father had alluded to.

Yet despite his outward air of confidence, Matthew baulked at the words, especially coming from the mouth of a sweet young girl, even if she did happen to be two years his senior. For the truth was Matthew had led a sheltered life, his sole sexual experience at the hands of Mae-Lin, his father's Filipino maid. Pushing fifty, Mae-Lin was not the stuff of a teen boy's fantasy, but sex was sex to a lonesome individual who had reached adulthood still a virgin.

Meg introduced Jo who was the second eldest of the girls, and a year Matthew's senior. With short spiky boyish hair and eschewing make-up, she was not unattractive though in the company of three beauties she did not shine.

"This is Beth," announced Meg, moving along the line.

A dusky skinned girl in the last year of teenage, Beth pursed her lips in greeting, her half-caste toning attesting to his mother's penchant for black guys that Matthew's bigoted father had taken to the grave. It was the catalyst that forced his father to flee England for the Philippines with Matthew in tow twenty years ago. Yet if his father had seen the fruits of the relationship, surely he'd have proffered a different opinion, for Beth was by far the most stunning of the four, her mocha tinted skin as smooth as rayon.

The last of the quartet was yet another little beauty with golden hair in ringlets and a pair of piercing ocean-blue eyes behind rectangular spectacles. "You must be Amy," pre-empted Matthew, displaying a limited yet serviceable knowledge of the work of Louisa May Alcott.

Amy smiled in greeting.

"Amy's the baby," enlightened Meg.

"Am not," Amy retorted, screwing up her pretty features. "I'm eighteen in two days time," she said proudly.

"You're still the baby of the family," Beth retorted, an impish twinkle in her deep brown eyes as she tried to impress the new family member.

Amy pouted and folded her arms.

Given that none of the girls knew Matthew's father, the grief that was overbearing elsewhere in the house was in short supply. And that suited Matthew just fine. Having had to endure two days of his grandparents' hurt on top of his own, he craved an escape. The funeral done and dusted and the dead laid to rest it was time to look forward in a more positive vein.

Matthew would have loved to get to know them better but, at that moment, he was whisked away to the garden by grandpa to be introduced to other distant relatives. He smiled dutifully, soaking up the sympathy like a sponge until finally he was set free. Torn between spending some time with his newfound sisters or heading off away from the house for some peace and quiet, he elected for solitude.

The garden small and compact, it was what it gave way to captured Matthew's attention. Standing at the perimeter, he could actually hear water trickling the other side. Hopping up and over the brick wall, immediately he began to descend alarmingly down a dusty slope, feet unable to gain a grip and pulling up only at the last moment before his new shoes dipped in the meandering stream.

On the other side of the watery expanse a thicket of trees rustled. The city dweller could barely believe his eyes. This was tranquil and fresh, in stark comparison to the humdrum and stifling urban existence he'd become acclimatised to in Manila. Only now did it register on Matthew that two decades of his life had been wasted and never brought back. Despite everything, he couldn't help but feel resentful of his father.

Locating a log that had been laid across the stream as a makeshift bridge, Matthew hopped across. Heading towards the wood, twigs beneath his feet made a wondrous sound as they snapped, whilst covert crickets chirped a cacophony. So exhilarating to be away from the claustrophobic and choking funeral party, his only regret was being lumbered with a suit and tie. Loosening at the neck, he worked the tie free and popped open the top button of the shirt that had seriously constricted the flow of oxygen.

Matthew felt free at last, in so many ways.

He could happily have stripped off all the clothes of conformity and gambolled around in just his boxer shorts. Yet Matthew had been raised a conservative fellow, unaccustomed to nudity. Mae-Lin was the first and only woman he'd witnessed naked. That merely intensified the longing for a girl his own age to strip naked, to let him touch her firm breasts and do all the things that horny twenty-year olds dream of. A sagging middle-aged woman hardly bore comparison.

It was just as well he didn't allow the newfound lack of inhibition to run riot, for at that moment a gentle yet urgent whirring sound filled the air. Stepping off the path at the last moment, he felt a whoosh as a muscled and tanned guy, clad in lycra and sporting a baseball hat, flashed by on a mountain bike.

Ten seconds later, a second bike passed. This time the rider was female. Struggling to keep up with her male cycle buddy, the girl's cute backside was raised as she stood down hard on the pedals in flip-flops, puffing and panting as the forest floor stifled her progress like it was made of treacle.

Stopping up ahead to wipe a forearm across a moistened brow, she turned briefly to glance at Matthew, offering a half-smile through the pain. Her breasts that heaved at a cream coloured tank top looked like they craved to be squeezed. Before there was time to return the compliment, however, she was gone, her arse bobbling seductively.

The peace restored, Matthew's only companions in the forest during a mile-long stroll were the birds that hid furtively in the trees, the squirrels that slid smoothly through the undergrowth like creepers and the watchful crickets keeping time like a metronome. Reaching a clearing, Matthew contemplated getting back to the house. Yet he was drawn by a sixth sense down an almost hidden path that would take him even farther away from his destination. Glancing down, he noted its dusty surface scored by two thin tyre tracks.

Following the trail for another mile, once more the distant sound of water rippling was audible. It was then that the tyre trail ended, two bikes hastily discarded on their sides a few feet away. His eyebrows elevated at the discovery of a discarded white Adidas trainer, then another a few feet on. Next was a balled-up black sock, then another. Continuing in some Hansel and Gretel-style trail, the breadcrumbs substituted for items of clothing, Matthew encountered a pair of flip-flops, then a lime green lycra top, shorts and a baseball cap. More intriguingly, he discovered a ruffled-up tank top, accompanied by a throbbing feeling between his legs.

It became even more intense upon spying what could only be described as the Holy Grail: a skimpy bra and thong set in matching lilac. Reaching down, Matthew caught hold of the thong, bringing the crotch to his nose and breathing in deeply. It reeked of intoxicating pussy juice. A more subtle aroma than the stench that seemed to be ingrained in his fingers for days after playing with Mae-Lin, Matthew felt his entire body quake with desire. This was young female in her sexual prime.

Slowing, he tiptoed towards another clump of trees, through which the stream down below swelled into a wide bowl like a private swimming pool. Able to creep closer, tree by tree, he heard voices, breath held tight. Visible from the waist up, the couple frolicked in the stream. Mesmerised, Matthew couldn't take his eyes off the girl's breasts, big and bouncy with droplets of water clinging to the expanse of flesh. A sight to behold – only the second naked woman he'd ever set eyes upon – Matthew had to shift position to attain comfort, the throbbing in his groin an unwelcome distraction.

But things would get better, much better. Without warning the boyfriend ducked down, disappearing beneath the black marble surface. The scene before Matthew lapsed into freeze-frame as suddenly the girl squealed, her legs taken from beneath her. Riding momentarily on the guy's strong shoulders, a squeal rang out as she was bucked clear, flashing the briefest snatch of pubic hair before she hit the water. Yet despite its ephemeral nature, the image of that pretty pussy was imprinted on Matthew's brain like a lingering filament.

Surfacing, the girl shot a look that was stern yet playful. The pair grappled, sinking below the surface before emerging in a heated embrace. Their lips smacked purposefully before tongues made exploratory manoeuvres within. Matthew found himself rooted to the spot, a hand brushing across his crotch, guiltily appraising the semi-hardness. He was sorely tempted to masturbate, such was the effect the couple were having on him.

Just as well he didn't follow his urge, for at that moment Matthew discovered he and the couple were no longer alone in their reverie. "They sent me to find you," clarified Meg, causing her younger brother's face to turn a spectral white and perspire profusely as his eyes darted from Meg to the lovers like a spectator at a tennis match. "Did you, um, want to be alone?"

More terrified of discovery by the couple than of discovery by Beth of his guilty secret, Matthew pursed his lips and placed an upright finger to them, craving quiet. Easing up close to see what held his attention so raptly, Meg gasped hoarsely. "Matthew!"

"Shush," he said, arms flapping.

They exchanged furtive glances before Meg moved in front to gain a more favourable pitch. In doing so, his eldest sister's arse brushed the partial erection, thankfully enclosed behind suit trousers and boxers yet nonetheless causing Matthew to staunch a groan. A cheeky glance up and aside as the shaft slotted cosily in the groove, Meg relaxed into her long lost brother's big strong chest. Chin dipping to rest upon her crown, Matthew towered over the girl, fixing his gaze once more on the courting couple, hands hanging redundantly by his sides.

He could feel his heartbeat thumping into Meg's shoulder as the couple up ahead petted furiously. Growing tired of the water, the guy lifted the girl into his arms and climbed from the stream, dripping wet. Meg pushed back as if scared they might be discovered, yet Matthew remained rooted, the sudden movement rubbing his foreskin as it fitted ever more snugly into the accommodating groove.

The lovers moved to within twenty paces, blissfully ignorant of their audience. Unashamedly exposed to the elements, they seemed unfazed by a slight chill in the air, illustrated on the girl's erectile nipples. Matthew could hardly take his eyes off them, except to gaze down longingly at the gorgeous and smoothly shaven pussy in matching pink. At the same time, Meg's eyes were fixed firmly to a thick cock that swung impressively between the guy's legs.

As Matthew's hands hung idly, Meg moved hers behind to rub his buttocks. Forgetting they were brother and sister, instinctively Matthew began to move his groin in time. Both could, however, be forgiven the dalliance for there'd barely been time for it to sink in properly that were brother and sister. Not that they were – in the conventional sense at least. Parted for two decades, there was no emotional bond between the pair, just a sprinkling of shared DNA. That and the fact they were two exceedingly horny twenty-somethings seemed to excuse their actions.

And it wasn't just Matthew. Meg purred as she moved her arse all over his stiffening cock, and that seemed to make things okay. She was as complicit as he.

Up in the clearing the guy had succeeded in working his cock up into a savage looking beast, sprouting proud in all its circumcised glory. The girl moved in stealthily on all fours like a prowling tigress, tongue running seductively around the inner circumference of her lips. Leaning back upon his elbows, chest inflated, the guy reached out for his girlfriend's hair, ensnaring a set of fingers in the brunette tangles and wrestling her face close to that outstanding appendage. Dipping her head, the girl smiled as her tongue tip touched his balls lightly before licking all the way up the rampant shaft. At the crest she licked the eye lovingly before enveloping the engorged head with a succulent mouth.

Matthew felt Meg's body tense against his and her breath begin to quicken, a guilt-ridden glance his way before settling back down on his cock and rolling it between her arse cheeks like a hotdog in a bun. If Matthew closed his eyes, he could envisage the act minus the layers of clothing that prevented the hard cock splitting the petals of her soft moist pussy. Meg felt it too, clamping her thighs tight to rub her aroused cunt lips together.

Hands still hanging idly by his sides, Matthew felt the overwhelming urge to feel her tits. Yet he hesitated, wracked by doubt. As if to prompt some action, Meg arched her back and pushed out her delightfully pert chest like a rooster. A pair of thick nipples strained at the front of the light blouse and threatened to pop the buttons. The outline of a lacy half cup bra beneath the blouse sent Matthew crazy with desire and, shaking like an arthritic, his hands elevated. It was as if suddenly he'd been possessed and nothing could stop it from happening. As Meg held her breath in heightened anticipation Matthew's palms covered the soft orbs, fingers reflexing.

The effect on Meg was startling, eliciting an audible breathy squeal that very nearly gave them away. Yet the couple were so engrossed in their own lustful games that it went unchecked. Adjusting, Matthew ran his thumbs around each teat, tracing small circles. Scared of what she might unleash, Meg's front teeth embedded firmly in the bottom lip, eyes screwed tight as the feeling between her thighs liquefied.

Up ahead, the guy had arrived at the throes of ecstasy, the girl anxious to join him. Running a hand down her spine and backside, she plunged two fingers deep into her gaping cunt as she continued to deepthroat her boyfriend with vigour. Sucking and licking, she frigged her pussy wildly, inducing an intense orgasm and a light spray from her cunt that hung momentarily in the air like a sprinkle of perfume. Simultaneously the guy began to exhale, his face contorting like he'd stood on a wasp.

The girl felt the first telltale jerk, tossing back her head and finishing him off with a blurring fist. Cum ejected like foam from a fire hose, looping in the air and peppering the girl's face and tits. She kept labouring away until every last drop had been drained and the once impressive cock melted in her hand.


Horny Little Women Ch. 02



Matthew Ryder awoke to the smell of pomander, a fragrant reminder of where he was: in his sister Jo's bed in the house she shared with her mother and three other sexy sisters. A contented smile formed on his handsome features, overjoyed to be back in the bosom of his family. He didn't have a lot to thank his late father for but, dating his mother two decades earlier, had been one of the old man's better decisions.

Climbing from the small bed, it dawned upon Matthew that the suit and shirt worn for the previous day's funeral were all he had, the decision to stay made somewhat on the spur of the moment. A visit to the shops essential, he didn't suppose on being short of volunteers among the girls to help test the platinum card's outrageous credit limit. His father may have been an ill-tempered and self-absorbed authoritarian, but he'd always taken good care of Matthew financially.

The deep sleep that had been necessary to wash away thoughts of the previous day meant mid morning had arrived by the time Matthew was dressed. The house unusually quiet, the youngest girl Amy was at school, the eldest Meg and their mother in full-time employment. That left just the two middle sisters for company, sweet coffee skinned Beth, enjoying a gap-year before heading off to university and boyish Jo, who was looking for a job though not too hard, it seemed.

Unaccustomed to having a man around the house, neither girl was dressed yet, a barefoot Beth resplendent in a white t-shirt that just about covered a pair of pink panties, Jo in green pyjamas and huge fluffy slippers. Not that either minded unduly appearing before Matthew in this manner. He was their brother after all, and a very charming and handsome brother at that.

Matthew accepted Beth's offer of tea and toast, following her through to the kitchen, eyes expanding as the petite half-caste of nineteen stretched up into a high cupboard. In doing so, the t-shirt rode up past her hips and the panties nestled in the crack of her arse. No doubt about it, she was desirable as hell.

Not that the others were without appeal. Meg the eldest was pretty and assured and Amy the blonde little cutie of the family. Of the quartet, only Jo wasn't to Matthew's particular tastes, a little too close for comfort. Then there was his mother, memories of what she'd done to him in the bath leaving Matthew craving more. He hardly knew which way to turn. What a dilemma for a horny young man!

But for now fate had cast its hand and dictated hanging out with Jo and Beth. Having disclosed his shopping plan, favourable responses were received from both girls who were only too willing to help their brother spend his inheritance early. Quickly they dashed off to change, Beth emerging in a smooth and silky yellow sundress, Jo in more conservative faded denims and a black vest top.

The nearest town a good ten miles away, Jo's little orange 2CV was invaluable, the trio cramming in cosily. Matthew was ushered into the passenger seat with Beth behind, leaning over to hang on to the back of the seat and her brother's every word. They chatted merrily the whole way, asking Matthew all sorts of questions about his life in Manila. Matthew responded honestly, happy that they seemed to enjoy his company, his reservations ill-founded.

Thirsty from the journey, Matthew suggested a stop-off at a bar before the shopping began in earnest. A little place on the outskirts of the town centre was perfect, with seats and table outside on the pavement. Matthew conveyed the three vodkas over and supped contentedly, revelling in the alfresco atmosphere and the feeling of liberty. His dad had a lot to answer to and he could truly empathise with hostage victims.

Finishing up the drinks, they stood as one, the two girls planting themselves either side of their brother. Arms linked intimately, they made him feel the proudest man in the world. He dared not contemplate how much worse his life would have become had his father lived to sixty. Instead, he was glad what had happened had led him here, the looks from envious passers-by inducing a rosy glow of contentment.

As they moved from shop to shop, none really suitable or taking Matthew's fancy, Beth grew more familiar, slipping her tiny brown hand into Matthew's. He accepted it warmly, administering a squeeze that caused both their hearts to quicken. Jo was less tactile but Matthew couldn't have everything his own way. Dissatisfied with the scant fare on offer in the main arcade, Jo herded them off the beaten track to the side roads where megastores were supplanted by small private concerns with a more personal touch.

At last they found somewhere suitable: numerous pairs of designer jeans hung in the window alongside colourful shirts and jackets, with fashionable shoes littering the display floor. A unisex establishment, the girls scanned the neighbouring window for items they might wear to Amy's birthday party – or at least dream about wearing, for the prices were prohibitive. The trio wandered inside to be met by a loud blast of in-your-ear rock music and an overenthusiastic in-your face male assistant who looked barely out of school.

A curvaceous gothic-looking girl in her mid twenties and ruminating on a slab of gum made up the shop's staff, two sufficient for the midweek lull. Generously pierced and tattooed, she was clad throughout in black to match her raven shoulder-length hair. A clunky cross hung over a generous pair of breasts that seemed intent on bursting through her blouse. Matthew had to commend Jo for her choice though he suspected a girl like that might eat him alive.

Eschewing assistance, he availed himself of two pairs of reliable Levis, one black, one blue, a pair of tailored knee-length khaki shorts, a grey hooded sweatshirt emblazoned with a Nike swoosh, a turquoise Yves St Laurent shirt that looked suitable for the party and a white polo shirt. Arms loaded, he headed to the changing room as the two girls glanced over rails of clothes and debated mix-and-match options.

Not one to dither, Matthew's credo was: if it looks good and it fits buy it. It had served him well in life. Indeed, every item did fit and, supplementing the purchases with a pair of black deck shoes and white trainers, a three-pack of boxer shorts and a five-pack of socks, he had everything he needed for the next few days. All achieved in under fifteen minutes, he rested the items on the shiny black counter, handing the platinum card to the young male assistant whose eyes bulged.

"Done already?" enquired Beth, gliding over to his side, a hand smoothing his back.

None too enamoured by the lecherous look the sales assistant gave his pretty little brown sister, Matthew issued a sneer. Well, who wouldn't be possessive around this delicate little thing? "Why don't you pick whatever you want Beth honey?" Matthew suggested, before raising his voice above the music: "You too, Jo."

"Matthew, you can't!" they protested in unison.

Matthew issued a smile of assurance, adding: "But quick, before I change my mind."

Beth undertook a swift circuit of the shop, picking out a few possible combinations to try on, Jo seemingly less easily pleased. Beth beat a trail to the changing rooms and back, insisting on catwalking the designs and canvassing the opinion of her siblings. Though she looked utterly gorgeous in everything she paraded, Matthew was especially taken by the red hotpants and halter top combination, issuing a satisfied sigh. "Mmm, a scarlet woman," he mused.

"You like?" Beth enquired, her smile radiant, pleased that he was pleased.

"Oh I do."

"Jo?" enquired Beth of her sister.

"Sorry...what?" Jo replied, seemingly distracted. "Yes, yes, it's lovely," she answered dismissively.

Beth decided to act upon her brother's instinct and buy them – or have them bought fr her to be more exact. Returning to the changing room, she restored the yellow sundress and came back to place the skimpy red articles on the counter. "Are you sure, Matthew?" she asked with a pout.

"Yes I'm sure."

He handed over the platinum card once more, Beth ebullient. His work done, the assistant announced to his gothic colleague that he was heading off to lunch. With that the girl grinned and moved over to shadow Jo who looked undecided. "Can I help at all?"

"Oh God yes," Jo responded, removing a black skirt from the rack. "Do you have this in a smaller size?"

The girl pursed her black lips thoughtfully. "I'll need to take a look in the stockroom. You might want to come to help me...and bring that one with you."

Turning to Matthew and Beth the shopgirl asked rhetorically: "Can you keep an eye on the store for a few moments? If anyone comes in, shout."

With that she led Jo away, leaving Matthew standing idly, Beth to lean on the counter. Matthew couldn't help but notice the golden sundress inch up her dark thighs, revealing the lower curves of an arse that was smooth and peachy. The batch of security screens behind the counter that focused on the various extremities of the shop didn't go unnoticed either. Those extremities included the darkened stockroom into which Jo and the assistant stepped.

Matthew's eyes were drawn away from Beth's butt momentarily, bulging with surprise. Without warning the shopgirl extended her arms and pushed Jo forcefully against the wall. With that she screwed her face tightly into Jo's as they locked in a tight and passionate embrace. Matthew was dumbfounded though Beth a little more blasé. "Jo never has been one for the boys," she observed with a giggle, reaching back to scratch her arse, in doing exposing half a russet bum cheek.

Matthew's eyes flicked between the gorgeous exposed buttock and the spy screen, upon which Jo's face wrinkled in pleasure as the other girl glided sensuously down her body.

Passing over their sister's small but compact breasts, the shop assistant had but one target in mind. Lowering to her knees she tugged down Jo's jeans and thong in one easy action. Jo's snatch exposed momentarily, soon it was obscured as the girl buried her face.

At the shop counter, Matthew continued to observe as Beth toyed with the hem of the sundress, exposing her backside then covering it like some little tease. He was a normally reticent young man where girls were concerned but this was too blatant a come-on to ignore.

Yet, much as he wanted to, the thought of getting his cock out in the middle of a shop, even if it were off the beaten track, was prohibitive. Instead, reasoning that if someone happened to enter there'd be time enough to untangle Matthew fell to his knees, shuffling up close to Beth, prising apart those shapely tanned legs.

The young and inexperienced Matthew might not know much about sex, yet one area in which he did excel was in the art of cunnilingus. During their illicit liaisons in Manila, middle-aged Filipino maid Mae-Lin had shown her eager employer's son exactly how to pleasure a woman with his mouth.

Dragging the panties to Beth's knees, Matthew began by nuzzling the soft golden-brown flesh at the top of each thigh, causing the downy hairs to stand on end. Before he'd even touched her pussy Matthew had Beth highly aroused, her cunt lips glistening and a feint aroma of female sex clinging to the air near his nose. Teeth bared, he nibbled the skin in a firm yet considerate manner, causing Beth's body to quiver uncontrollably and a gasp to fall from her lips.

Unable to see the screen but the voyeur in him anxious nonetheless to learn what was going on in the stockroom, Matthew implored: "Tell me what's happening with Jo."

Her cheek pressed flat to the counter as her brother's breath vibrated her sensitive labia, in a husky voice Beth replied: "She's having her pussy eaten out."

"Oh boy," Matthew enthused, licking his lips and moving in. "Like this?"

"Yesssssss," enthused Beth as his roving tongue forced her pussy lips apart. "Oh God yesssssss," she reiterated, fists clenched on the counter as Matthew went to work with his expert tongue, exposing the soft pink centre beneath the brown surface.

Slurp, slurp, slurp went his tongue. "Oh, oh, oh," went Beth.

"What's happening now?" he entreated between licks.

"Only kissing," Beth reported through gritted teeth and sharp intakes of breath before realising the full implication. "Oh God Matthew, Jo must be tasting her own cunt on that girl's lips."

"Mmmmmm. Is she enjoying it?"

SLURP.

"Oh Christ she's loving it. You should see her face."

With that Matthew stood up, his lips drenched with Beth's delicious cunt honey. Pulling his younger sister to him, he mimicked the act on screen, his tongue darting in Beth's warm oral cavity, forcing her to taste herself on him. She moaned back into his mouth, her pert tits pressed tight to his chest.

Easing back and hesitating for a brief moment, Matthew watched the screen as Jo took a firm grip of the shopgirl's black blouse and tore it open, sending buttons popping in all directions. The girl's breasts, upon which hung the crucifix, were absolutely humungous, barely contained within a black bra that was strained to breaking point. Jo tugged at the oversized garment – it had to be an FF cup minimum – letting it rest on the girl's hips, freeing a pair of massive tits that jiggled like balloons filled with water. Wasting no time, Jo bore down to feast upon them, sending the gothic slut into rhapsody.

An anxious glance to the shop door, the coast seemingly clear, Matthew returned to Beth's rear, allowing a second to admire the delightful sight of her brown bubble butt before smacking his lips. His tongue flicked vigorously at his sister's clit as the middle finger located the cunt opening, digging its way in. Plunging back and forth masterfully, he quickly brought Beth quickly to the verge of orgasm, squealing, screeching and crying with sheer joy. Fists banging the counter top as Matthew worked her cunt into a treacled frenzy, she breathed: "Oh God Matthew, yessssss. Now they're rolling on the floor, eating out each other's...cunnnnnnnts."

The words prompted Matthew's finger to pump furiously as he dabbed at the swollen clit with an eager tongue tip. "Cum for me Beth baby," he mouthed.

"Oh God yes Matthew, yesssssss. They've finished up. QUICK!"

Pulling his face away, Matthew stuffed two fingers into the tight moistness that was somewhat of a stretch, as delightfully tight as Beth's young twat was. Fingering repeatedly, he tipped his little sister over the edge, her body erupting in spasmodic jerks. Matthew felt and witnessed the spray eject as his dirty little sister came furiously, writhing on the counter like an eel.

Little time to savour the orgasm, Beth readjusted the sundress and pulled up her panties as Matthew licked his fingers clean. "Give me some of that," Beth commanded, taking the sticky digits between her lips and sucking them dry.

At that moment the lesbian couple emerged from the stockroom, flustered and as ruddy-faced as Matthew and Beth. Yet, despite the fervent games in the half-dark, they'd still managed to find the right skirt, plus a pretty maroon top to go with it. The shopgirl, it seemed, had used all her wiles to get the sale. And at the same time she'd gained a very satisfied customer. After Matthew's card had borne the expense once more, the trio left as quickly as they came, though not before Jo had exchanged numbers. "Now that was a fun shopping trip," mused Matthew.

"Mmm, wasn't it," growled Jo.

Beth breathlessly agreed. "We should come more often."

Peckish from their exertions, back in the main thoroughfare, croissants and coffee were taken at M&S, after which the trio headed out of town in Jo's little car, discussing their buys. Halfway home, Beth's mobile phone rang and she unfolded it. Listening, she issued a couple of 'okays' before the call ended. "That was Alice," she announced. "She's at a loose end this afternoon and could do with some company. Could you drop me off?"

Jo agreed and Matthew could barely contain his disappointment. He'd so been looking forward to getting Beth home and finishing off what they'd started in the shop. Now all he had for company was the lesbian.

Jo made the slight detour and arriving at Beth's best friend's house, Matthew dutifully alighted to lift the front seat forward so that Beth could exit. Seeing her long brown gazelle-like legs as she climbed out merely served to heighten his sense of longing. Beth rewarded him with a little peck on the cheek and the promise of 'later', her eyes twinkling. Heading off she waved excitedly as Jo reversed back into the road.

Matthew was silent the rest of the journey, reflecting on what might have been. "Well you've no need to scowl like you've drawn the booby prize in the raffle," Jo stated, a glance aside.

Matthew forced a smile. "Sorry."

"You saw, didn't you...in the stockroom?"

He nodded.

"And?"

"I can't deny it turned me on."

"Did you wish it were you instead of the shopgirl?" Jo asked with an impish expression.

Matthew blew, struggling to find the words. He wasn't sure what she was getting at but this bore all the hallmarks of some elaborate tease.

"I guess not then," mused Jo, "seeing as what YOU did with Beth."

Matthew raised his eyebrows I surprise and Jo giggled. "She mentioned it while you were ordering the croissants. You should know that close sisters like us have no secrets from one another."

So it seemed. Matthew's face went a deep shade of crimson.

"Apparently you have a very talented tongue," she added with an impudent grin.

That caused Matthew's face to turn a deeper shade, bordering on purple. But what followed took his breath away completely as a slender hand moved across to rest at the top of his thigh, close to the groin. "Matthew, you know who my father was, don't you?" 

Matthew didn't, prompting Jo to clarify: "David Ryder was my dad."

"UNCLE David?"

Matthew was taken aback by the revelation. David was his father's elder brother. Another tragically struck down early in life, Matthew had never met his uncle thanks to his father's stubbornness that cut off his whole family. "So, let me get this straight," Matthew deliberated. "Mum met the older brother, David, first, gave birth to you and then moved on to the younger brother, my dad, and had me."

"The slut!" they cried in unison.

"And of course you know what that means?" Jo speculated.

Matthew pursed his lips, not fully realising the implication.

"Of the five of us, you and I are the most biologically close."

"Yes I guess we are," Matthew concurred, those additional strands of shared DNA accounting for their shared looks and all too similar traits.

It made sense now though his brain was a jumble of disjointed ideas. And why was Jo's hand stroking his cock through the crotch of his trousers? It was a cock that had started to respond to the unexpected though not unwelcome attention. "I don't normally...you know...with guys...but in your case I'm prepared to make an exception."

Jo single-handedly swung the 2CV into the driveway, following which the pair sprinted inside, not relenting until they were the other side of Jo's bedroom door amid the pomander-sprinkled air. Falling on the bed the pair stripped naked to begin an hour of the most sensual foreplay imaginable. They rubbed every single inch of one another's bodies on a sensual voyage of discovery, then replaced the fingers with lips and tongues and did it all over again. In heightened state of arousal by the time to fuck each other arrived, Matthew's cock stood bolt upright like a tree, whilst Jo's pussy was as soaked as a wet bath flannel.

Not her first time with a guy, experience was nonetheless at a minimum which suited Matthew just fine, his own expertise lacking too. Jo disclosed that the men she had slept with had been the result of drunken 'wham-bam-thank-you-mam' one night stands that had merely served to push her closer to other girls. With Matthew though, somehow she knew it was going to be different, the bond between them as strong as kevlar.




Horny Little Women Ch. 02



And it was different. And he was different. Turning aside in profile he towered over the girl, careful to spread his weight evenly as he shifted, no more than the merest contact between their bellies and lips as he jockeyed for position. He stoked her spiky hair lovingly and she stroked his back, gazing up with wondrous hazel eyes. "Take me Matthew," she begged.

Firing himself up, Matthew took a brief moment to reflect. At the start of the reunion with his long lost sisters, he couldn't for one second have envisaged this incredible outcome. Even more incredibly, Jo would have been the last one he'd expected to be making love with first. It just went to show that appearances could be deceptive. Up close, pressing her body she was the most beautiful creature on earth. As he angled the throbbing and bulbous cock head between her thighs, nothing seemed more right.

She spread her knees wide, allowing Matthew to slot in the bloated head. Jo groaned as it stretched a pussy accustomed to fingers and tongues, vibrators and dildos, fitting snugly inside. A hand crept round to cup one Matthew's left buttock and hold him there though he was going nowhere fast.

Both savoured every precious moment as he eased forward, filling the tight cunt with shaft, inch by inch by inch. Locking her fingers behind his head, Jo drew him close into a long and lingering kiss. Her head swam, thinking the big thick shaft might never end. Finally, with a groan of lust and relief, their navels touched and the brushing of the respective thatches of pubic hair confirmed he was at last fully inside her dilated cunt.

As Matthew arched his spine and eased his cock away, Jo felt her deepest pussy walls constrict, clamping tight like a Venus Fly-trap at the entrance as his cock appeared out in the open. Matthew could see and feel that the shaft was coated in a thick film of cunt honey, a teardrop of his sister's juice hanging from the very tip.

Stealing a breath he drove the rock hard cock back in forcefully, eliciting a gasp of desire from his willing partner as her body moved with his like a well oiled machine. It was like they were designer built for sex together. "Fuck me, baby brother," she moaned, staring deep into his eyes.

Little encouragement needed, Matthew ploughed in deep, taking Jo's breath away. Back and forth his buttocks moved purposefully to guide the blunt tip into her cervix. Jo wailed as a male lover brought her close to orgasm for the first time ever, her hands lowering to carve nail tracks down his shoulders and back.

They copulated wildly for five minutes, mouths sucking the air out of one another's lungs, bodies pressing. In and out went his stiff cock, her pussy walls gripping tight. Such was the ferocity that Matthew found he could hold back no longer, grunting as he detonated inside her, drowning her pussy in spunk and flooding her womb. Jo came too like never before, no dildo, vibrator, carrot or corncob able to replicate the delicious sensation of having ten cc's of man-seed pumped furiously inside at two hundred miles per second.

An hour of dreamy sleep later, they awoke in one another's arms. Jo could feel the erection pressing at the belly. "Is there ever a time you're not randy?" she said with a filthy smile.

In present company Matthew didn't imagine there was.

"Okay, a question," Jo mused playfully, turning over on her side to face im. "If you could have a threesome with us and any other person in the house, who'd it be?"

"Oh that's such a horrible thing to ask," Matthew complained bitterly, though the idea was anything but. "They're all so nice in their own ways."

But Beth, it had to be Beth. He could imagine her delicate brown skin between them in the bed. But Meg too was not without appeal, cool and confident with a killer body and a wicked sense of adventure. Then there was Amy, cute as a button and virginal – and soon to be eighteen. And last but certainly not least their mother – now that was something else entirely. Oh God, their mother – how what was that? As they debated the candidates, Jo had to fight off her brother's persistent advances. Yet the topic of conversation was merely making him hornier and hornier.

At that moment the downstairs front door opened and Matthew sprung up in surprise and terror. However, Jo had hold of his cock and he found himself going nowhere. "Maybe we'll just have to wait and see who fate brings us," cooed Jo with a filthy grin.

"You're not serious?"

"Never more serious bro. Mmm, God, give me that hard cock now."

"Jo!"

Footsteps on the stairs caused Matthew's heart to pound. "Hello, is anyone home?"

To be continued...

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Sorry to tease, but this chapter was getting quite long enough! The next instalment is hot on its heels though. As ever, comments, suggestions and ideas are gratefully received.



Horny Little Women Ch. 03



As the sextet sat down for supper that evening, the atmosphere in the room could be cut with a scalpel. Leaning over his food, Matthew could feel several pairs of eyes boring into him like lasers. Glancing up, others at the table tried to avoid his gaze completely. In the space of two days, his arrival had turned the family of nubile women and their libidinous mother into a lustful harem. No one, not even young Amy, wistfully counting down the hours to her eighteenth birthday, had been unaffected by her brother's presence.

For Matthew it was a dream-come-true after twenty years on a tight leash, made better by the fact that they thrived upon it as much as he did, if not more. And the more time that elapsed, the more wanton became their desires seemed to become, their limits and his pushed further and further. What had happened that afternoon in Jo's bedroom would surely remain with him to the grave.

The meal gobbled down to save further disquiet, Matthew excused himself from the table, hurrying into the welcome air of the garden. Yet before he'd even stepped off the patio Meg, Beth and Amy surrounded like a pack of paparazzi to a Hollywood star. "Is it true, Matthew?" queried Meg, the eldest sister.

"It can't be," added Beth breathlessly, her frizzy brown hair dancing in the breeze.

Matthew raised his hands in protest, as much in embarrassment as anything.

"What?" appealed Amy, having heard the rumour but kept frustratingly in the dark by the others who deemed her the baby.

"Amy, butt out," warned Meg, exercising her seniority. "This isn't for little girls' ears."

"I'm not a little girl," Amy appealed.

Yet the bookish glasses, blonde ringlets and slight body did little to dispel the myth. "Yes you are," replied Beth.

"No I'm not. Oh I hate you," Amy cried, rectangular glasses steaming up, light curls animated.

Despite her youth, Matthew couldn't help but think how sexy she looked when pouting and angry.

"Amy, I won't tell you again," Meg warned, wagging her finger and losing patience both with Amy's persistence and Matthew's stubbornness.

As they reached the end of the garden, with Amy still in tow, Meg snapped. "Amy, get back to the house now or I swear all your birthday presents are going on eBay."

Amy stomped her foot and created but, with the threat carrying so much gravity, grudgingly she did as she was told. "Tomorrow," she stated with authority.

"Tomorrow," Matthew concurred in a whisper, adding a consolatory smile.

Amy smiled back, her ocean blue eyes radiant, her adolescent body oozing frustration.

Climbing over the wall, Matthew tried in vain to shake off his two fervent pursuers. "So, is it true?" pleaded Beth. "God, I wish I hadn't gone to Alice's."

"And I wish I hadn't stayed late at work," complained Meg.

Matthew smiled. The girls, it seemed, were more jealous than upset. Well, he had tried his hardest to treat them all equally since his arrival, so there really could be no complaints. Hopping across the log, he teased: "If you want to know any more you're going to have to catch me first."

With that he tore off into the woods, the two sisters in hot pursuit. The chase took them down a labyrinth of forest paths and the familiar hidden dirt track to the lido where the previous day the adventure had begun. This was where Matthew and Beth had first become acquainted whilst spying on the courting couple. A lot of water under the bridge since then, it was impossible to predict what might happen next.

Drained from an afternoon of incredible and mind blowing sex, Matthew pulled up at the water's edge, offering no further resistance. "You two never give up," he observed through staccato breaths, crouching to remove his socks and trainers and sitting to dangle his lower legs and aching feet in the soothing water.

The girls took up a position either side, copying their brother, feet dangling. Matthew looked out across the surface of the pool like a giant silver platter, mind busily replaying the afternoon's events. Just thinking about it again made him hard, the power of male erectile regeneration a most wonderful thing. All three gazed down in unison at the bulge that threatened to erupt through the front of the khaki shorts, Beth licking her lips furtively. "Tell us Matthew," prompted Meg, her frustration reaching boiling point.

Matthew grinned inwardly, knowing just how to handle the situation to elicit the maximum tease effect. It was left to Beth to try to clinch the deal with the offer: "Please Matthew, tell us what happened and we'll do anything you say."

That and the big brown Bambi eyes and fluttered eyelashes Beth saved for occasions like this had the desired effect though still Matthew teased. "I thought you lot told each other everything," he observed.

"I think Jo was still a little dumbstruck," said Meg with a giggle. "What the blooming heck did you do to her, Matthew?"

Matthew laughed. Growing in confidence and other places, he stated: "You said you'd do anything I asked?"

He didn't need to say another word. Such a strong telepathic connection had already sprung up that words were very nearly rendered redundant. The mere inference was sufficient for Meg to reach aside to pop the shorts button from its hole and Beth to work the zip down. Between them their slender fingers prised the hardening cock from the fly of the boxers, the warm air brushing the throbbing red tip, causing Matthew to grimace. Meg was quick to pick up on the point. "Hmm, poor thing looks a little sore."

"Now I wonder why that is?" Beth mused with a devilish grin.

"The dirty boy's been using it too much," added Meg, reaching over to give it a squeeze on the tip that made Matthew yelp.

"Aww, did that hurt?" asked Beth, a version of good cop / bad cop routine arising in the two sisters. "What do think we should do to get Matthew to confess, Meg?"

"Hmm, I'm not sure, Beth."

Though Beth knew exactly what SHE wanted to do, breaking out into a fit of lustful giggles. "Well it does look like it could do with being soothed."

With that she dipped down, back arching and hand flicking a few strands of stray hair behind her ear. As Matthew leant back on his elbows, a pair of soft sweet lips descended to envelope the bloated purple mushroom head. Beth's lush sucking brought instant relief to the numb pain. Yet it was an all too short-lived sensation as she pulled clear to be replaced by Meg, the older sister intent on causing more suffering. Flick, flick, flick, her tongue tip ran severely across the eye, causing Matthew to suck in the air through gritted teeth. "Poor Matthew," cooed Beth, muting the hiss by leaning back to place her mouth to his.

The kiss was tender, loving and full of passion. Their tongues touched momentarily and it was like tasting the forbidden fruit in the Garden of Eden. Reaching beneath, Matthew undid the buttons of her blouse, pulling the two haves apart and off her arms to expose an ice white lacy bra that was in direct contrast to the brown flesh. How he wanted those pert little orbs in his hands and in his mouth. As she pulled away coquettishly, shaking her head, Matthew conceded: "Okay, okay, I'll tell you."

He was rewarded with Meg going back down on him. Only it was tender this time, the girl savouring his cock in her mouth, rolling it around inside the warm crevice. Repositioning, her face began to plunge up and down in a steady rhythm. Simultaneously he drew Beth back to him, forefinger and thumbing finding her nipples and rolling the erect teats between. The chafing material of the bra added an extra sensation that made the teats expand obscenely at his sure touch, eliciting a deep throaty growl in Beth.

"So there I was in bed with Jo after we'd just finished having...you know," began Matthew, finally breaking his silence.

That in itself was a revelation that caused both girls to gasp in surprise: Jo putting out to a guy? It was some special kind of guy that enjoyed that rarest of accolades. The thought caused Meg sprang up in surprise, causing Matthew's cock to twang back painfully against his belly. Reaching over he moved his hand to her hair and forced it back down on his cock. Meg whimpered at the newfound show of forcefulness as Matthew grew ever bolder and uninhibited. "Oh Matthew, hmmph" she mumbled as his cock slid into her throat and he started to push, stretching her lips.

"Next moment," Matthew continued as he idly fondled Beth's tits and fucked Meg's face, "there were footsteps on the stairs and before we knew it mum was standing in the doorway looking at us in bed together."

"Oh my God!" exhaled Beth.

A muted gurgle came from Meg as she deepthroated her brother's rampant cock.

"What happened next?" implored Beth, pushing her breasts into his hands, willing him to paw and pinch her.

"She looked as mad as hell, but didn't shout or anything, just said how disappointed she was. I didn't know what to say but then Jo claimed it was all her fault and how sorry she was. Mum shook her head said how ashamed of ourselves we should be, more so since we hadn't used any kind of protection."

"You came inside Jo?"

"Yeah," Matthew confirmed, feeling Meg's mouth suction harder and rising to meet it with a thrust.

"Then what happened?" implored Beth, allowing him to uncouple her bra.

Matthew took a moment to allow the b-cup beauties, the nipples a deep chocolate hue. Reaching close he pawed them as Beth purred contentedly. "Mum really strung it out and said that if it WAS Jo's fault she'd have to be punished."

"Punished? Oh my God!"

"Yeah, mum said that all naughty little girls ought to be spanked."

Beth inhaled loudly, loving his hands on her boobs and the thought of Jo being chastised. Finally Meg surfaced for air, her eyes wide and an elongated trail of saliva stretching from her lip to the tip of Matthew's cock. Glancing down, Matthew wouldn't have believed it possible to produce that much spittle, the shaft drenched. Cocksucking, he decided, was his eldest sister's forte. Both girls looked on intently, eyes appealing at him to continue. "So, next moment mum pulled Jo from the bed and placed her across her lap.

"Oh jeez," gasped each girl in unison. "Did Jo just let her?"

"Hmm, not really, she was wriggling a bit. So mum told me to hold her still."

"Wow!"

"And then she gave Jo ten of the best, lifting her hand pretty high and slapping her arse hard."

"Wow, I wonder what that must have felt like," mused Beth beneath her breath, not really intending the others to hear.

"Mmm, maybe you'll find out..." commented the eldest sister, easily lapsing back into the bad Meg of earlier.

Immediately Beth realised her faux pas. An evil grin exchanged between Meg and Matthew, he moved so fast it took Beth completely by surprise. "Matthew, no!" she shrieked as he upended her.

A feisty little thing, like Jo she gave as good as good as got as Matthew tried to wrestle her into position over his lap. It needed assistance from Meg, grabbing her sister's ankles and warning her it would only hurt more if she resisted, to get the little half-caste beauty spread across Matthew's firm knee in readiness.

Witnessing his mother spank Jo's arse earlier that afternoon had turned Matthew on no end unleashed a monster. He relished the prospect of doing the same and Beth was about to become the victim of that perverted desire. Panties tugged down to her calves, skirt smoothed up her back, Beth's peachy brown arse was unveiled. It was crying out to be walloped. "Nooooooo," she squealed, wriggling and writhing in a futile show of resistance.

"You did ask how it felt," Matthew reminded, overcome by the urge to spank his younger sister and sate the longing, raising a firm hand. "Nooooooo," whined Beth, merely adding to his pent-up lust.

"Do it," mouthed Meg, gripping her sister's ankles tightly and clearly as turned on as Matthew. "Spank the filthy little slut!"

Oh fuck, had Matthew ever been more turned on? He never imagined the afternoon just gone could be topped but was being proven wrong. "What are you Beth?" he enquired.

"Nooooooo, I'm nothing," she reiterated, doing her cause no good at all.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

Beth screamed, as much in surprise as pain, though her arse cheek did sting like crazy like a cattle prod. Yet soon, however, like a cattle prod the pain abated, particularly when Meg reached over to stroke it soothingly like a good protective sister. Thereafter the pain receded to a numb sensuous tingle.

The moistness between her legs, dabbing at Matthew's lap like a swab, betrayed her totally. Matthew ran a palm up the girl's inner thigh to demonstrate that there was no ill-feeling, and Beth purred, her cunt aching. But Matthew just couldn't contain himself such was the deliciousness of that curved backside. Hand elevating he delivered three more well-aimed smacks to the gorgeous brown butt. Beth squealed, then exhaled, then bit her lip as a dollop of cunt juice seeped out to stain Matthew's thigh. "What are you, Beth?" he repeated.

"Tell him honey," prompted Meg, roles reversed as she patted Beth's maroon arse better.

Beth finally conceded. "I'm a dirty little slut," admitted the highly aroused girl, now grinding her soaked cunt repeatedly into Matthew's lap.

"What happened next with you, mum and Jo?" enquired Meg whose hand had slipped from Beth's bum to down the front of her panties.

"This," Matthew replied with a grin, demonstrating by using Beth as a life model.

Lifting his sister easily and adjusting her slender body so that her knees came to rest either side of his neck, her pussy rubbed at his chest and her face was close to his rock hard cock.

She was in such a precarious position that, if he let her go, she'd slide into the water. Yet she trusted her brother implicitly. Her faith was rewarded as, leaning in, he tongued her gorgeous little snatch once more. Aroused beyond belief, it tasted superb, juicier than in the shop earlier that day. Beth moaned, reaching instinctively for his cock and feeding it into her mouth.

Close by he observed Meg's fingers drumming her pussy, the older girl watching intently as Matthew ate their sister's cunt, whilst imagining her mother doing the same to Jo earlier. "Oh God Matthew, it must have been so hot watching mum and Jo."

"Mmm it was," enthused Matthew between slurps.

As he stopped licking momentarily, backtracking over the hottest parts of what he'd witnessed his mother and sister do, his lips left Beth's pussy momentarily. Feeling empty, her knees tightened at his throat as if to draw him back inside her and she made sure to suck his cock extra hard as an incentive.

"Did Jo lick mum's cunt too?" enquired Beth throatily, knuckles jerking at the crotch of her panties.

"Mmm, yes...SLURP...They were rolling around on the bed locked tightly together in the 69 position...SLURP."

"Oh jeez, yesssssss," Meg moaned, fingers buried deep, teasing her clit.

"Damn, I can't tell this story AND eat you out," Matthew complained, his chin stained with a cocktail of saliva and cunt juice.

"So what you going to do about it?" enquired Beth mischievously, squealing as he lifted her once more.

With Meg's help they positioned Beth's wet pussy entrance against Matthew's cock head, her back to his chest, her legs spread either side of his. She groaned as her brother's rampant manhood pierced its way in, stretching the labia and disappearing into the snug crevice. His hand took a firm grip on her tits as he pushed until finally his whole cock was inside and she rested on his balls. As Matthew embarked on a steady pulsing rhythm, Meg entreated: "What happened next with mum?"

Her voice had reached a soprano as her fingers slid back and forth into her gaping cunt. Matthew smiled warmly at the recollection, very warmly indeed. "When she'd finished with Jo Mum said: Matthew get over here and fuck your mother...fuck me hard."

The words and the implication alone pushed Meg completely over the edge and she came hard on her fingers, staining them. Out of breath, she flopped back. "Let me taste," Matthew commanded.

From her prone position, Meg held up her hand allowing him to suck each finger longingly as his cock continued to pulse inside Beth. Groaning as he spoke, he too became breathless from pumping Beth's cramped cunt. "So I bent mum over the bed and fingered her pussy till it was wet. Then...then I started to fuck her hard from behind," he disclosed, recalling that heavenly half-hour from earlier.

And oh was it heavenly. Hannah's cunt was nothing like he'd envisaged it might be. The slut of her late teens and early twenties, during which she'd given birth to five children from five different fathers in five years, was long gone. In fact, Hannah's thirties had been a barren period as she concentrated on the task of raising four young girls. Consequently, starved of cock she was somewhat tighter than Matthew imagined, her cunt walls gripping tightly as his cock head slotted in. "Oh Matthew, fuck me, fuck your naughty mother," she begged.

Matthew took a deep breath and forced the rest of his cock in with purpose, his mother squealing with delight as it filled her to capacity. Clenching her cunt, she squeezed the thick manhood even tighter like she never wanted to let it out, causing Matthew to grimace. But he was a determined young man, intent on fucking that pussy till she screamed.

Drawing back he heaved a huge breath and drilled in with purpose. Hannah squealed as the fat head nudged her cervix, hands gripping the duvet, drawing it into tightened spirals. In out, in out Matthew drove, their breaths in unison. Hannah couldn't get enough, revelling in her son's forcefulness and the slap of his thighs on her buttocks. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck," she enthused.

Feeling left out on the bed, Jo climbed down to squat beneath the copulating pair, gazing up as Matthew's rock hard cock worked tirelessly into the juiciest pink cunt she'd ever seen. Cupping Matthew's balls, Jo stroked and squeezed, at the same time catching on her lips any stray droplets of pussy juice that happened to fall from her mother's dripping cunt. She watched with wide lustful eyes as Matthew drew back with a pop and hesitated, gathering his breath before slamming his cock back into her womb wall and slapping his balls on Hannah's perineum. "Are you going to cum inside mummy?" Jo teased.

There was only one answer to that. With a head-swimming wave of orgasmic pleasure, he pumped his load right up into his mother's womb. The orgasm still throbbing, a second wave quickly followed and a third and fourth in slightly diminishing amounts. To Hannah, however, it felt like she might never stop filling. Drawing back, the moment Matthew receded from her cunt Jo pushed her lips up onto their mother's pussy, tongue swimming in Matthew's seed and slurping like she was sucking milkshake through a straw. 

"Oh my God!" cried Meg and Beth in unison, the latter's voice reaching a glass-cracking pitch.

Beth came hard, shaking like a sapling in a storm. As if on cue, another of Matthew's wads fired deep into the tight pussy of his closest relatives, his balls emptying. Unsurprisingly, Beth wasn't treated to the four full loads of earlier, but then again Matthew had fucked Jo and his mother already that day. Nonetheless, Beth wasn't left wanting as the seed warmed her belly. "Thank you, Matthew," she whispered.

Meg smiled too, though she'd yet to feel that gorgeous cock inside her.

Wandering back home a short while later, they enthused about Amy's party and how much fun it was going to be. In fact, there was a great deal of fun to be had before Matthew departed. 



Horny Little Women Ch. 04



The response to this story has been phenomenal and I can't thank readers enough for their kind words. Normally I try to respond to everyone personally that leaves an e-mail address, but what with the time I've been spending in developing the story, that just hasn't been possible. So please accept this as a humble thank you to all who've sent well-wishes.

Anyway, on with the story...

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Matthew Ryder was awoken at dawn by the sound of heightened female excitement. It was something to which he'd become fairly accustomed, now that he was back in the bosom of a loving and lustful family. In just two days he'd systematically worked his way through a household of sex-starved yet passionate women, though undoubtedly there were still a number of hidden treasures lurking. Without warning, the door of the bedroom sprung open and he was accosted by Meg and Beth. "Come quick Matthew, Amy's about to open her presents."

Apparently it was a family tradition on the girls' birthdays to gather in their mother's large double bed to unwrap the gifts. Underdressed in just the t-shirt worn for bed, Matthew reached for the boxer shorts, only to be tugged away forcibly. There wasn't time for that, Meg advised. Besides which, both girls had only t-shirts on too, two lovely little backsides half on display, their owners unconcerned that their pussies flashed as they skipped down the landing.

The presents at the foot of the bed formed a formidable-looking tower. It was a bed in which Hannah sat propped up against the pillows, the birthday girl who was also in just a t-shirt sat between her legs. Jo was pressed up tight to her mother's side, as excited for Amy as Amy was for herself. Slightly less decadent, Hannah wore an airy dressing gown to cover her modesty though her breasts were prone to spillage if she leaned forward too far. Jo wore pyjamas, simply because she loved the feel of silk against her body.

Meg and Beth led Matthew beneath the sheets, sitting either side of their brother. With a new family member, and not just any family member but a strapping lad like Matthew, it was a bit of a squeeze but a pleasant squeeze nonetheless. Instinctively both girls stroked their brother's upper thighs.

Along the line, Amy could barely contain her excitement, crawling onto all fours and moving stealthily across the bed over the tangled mass of limbs. No panties either, her arse and pussy were fully exposed. Fringed with a light almost invisible patch of straw-coloured pubic hair, it was the snatch most reminiscent of their mother's amongst the four girls. The lips at the centre puffy and defined, as pink as a watermelon's juicy inner flesh, Matthew could hardly take his eyes away as she rummaged among the boxes, decorated in rainbow shades of wrapping paper. "From Meg," she announced, picking up the first and scuttling back to take up a position between her eldest sister's legs, holding the package.

Meg reached down to place her hands on Amy's hips, the blonde ringlets brushing Jo's cheek as the t-shirt elevated to reveal the tops of each thigh. The wrapping paper torn off quickly, a large plain white box with a transparent plastic windowed top was unveiled. Inside, Meg had filled it with a plenitude of herbal oils and scrubs, exotic perfumes and powders. Amy issued a joyful little squeal, hugging Meg warmly. "No borrowing mine now," joked the older girl.

Amy uncoupled and stretched out across the bed, her arse so close that Matthew could touch it if he wished. Grabbing another gift-wrapped box, no larger than a Rubik's Cube in size, she moved to Beth. To Matthew it appeared to be a set of earrings. However, it transpired that they slotted somewhere completely differently. Lifting the t-shirt, Amy unselfconsciously bared her budding breasts. Reaching around, Beth deftly slipped the rings through the whole each nipple. "Amy, you never told us..." gasped the other girls in surprise.

"It was our little secret," Beth revealed, reaching into the box to extract a stud that slotted into the other new piercing at Amy's navel.

"Ooh, very grown up," Jo observed as Amy paraded herself, as naked as the day she was born, apart of course from the nipple rings and belly stud.

Then Amy was off again eager for more surprises, returning with Jo's present. Tearing off the paper revealed an Ann Summers gift bag. She blushed at the feel of the skimpy lingerie in her fingers, which was ironic given that she was totally nude. She gasped at the sex manual that accompanied the thong and bra set, though did take a quick peek inside. But it was what lay at the bottom that made her convulse as her tiny fingers took hold of the big black ribbed vibrator. "Oh my God!" she gasped, before calming down and twisting to wrap her arms around Jo's neck, giving her a hug before she was off again, across the bed in a predatory manner. "Mmm, from Matthew..."

Amy squeezed between his legs, her back pressed to his strong chest, her hair in his mouth, though he didn't seem to notice. To be fair, he protested, he hadn't an awful lot of time to find a present, sneaking five minutes on the recent shopping expedition with Jo and Beth.

But Amy was overjoyed at the thought alone. And the present wasn't too shabby either: more lovely jewellery, her brother having bought a silver necklace with a gold pendant shaped in the letter 'A' for Amy. "Oh Matthew, you shouldn't have," she cooed, turning aside as he leant in, their lips brushing.

As Matthew placed it around her neck, he had to fight to control the urge to cup her breasts and toy with the rings through each nipple. Placing her mouth to his ear she whispered: "I'll thank you properly later."

"From mum," she announced next, the box opening to reveal a set of car keys and causing Amy to jump up and down on the bed excitedly like it was a trampoline. "Where is it, where is it?"

"Look outside," clarified Hannah with a smile. "But Amy, you might first want to...cover up."

The words hung in the air as Amy bounded across the bed to the window in two gigantic strides. Hauling back the curtains, she revealed her fresh young pierced 18-year old body to anyone that happened to be passing at the time. But did Amy care? Not a bit of it, she was overjoyed at having the best birthday presents ever, squealing delightfully upon seeing the little green Honda in the drive next to Jo's 2CV.

It wasn't new but it was a car, her car. "Now all you need to do is pass your test," added Meg, bringing her sister back to earth with a jolt, before turning aside. "Come on Matthew, you can help me make breakfast whilst Amy opens the rest of her presents."

Other relatives' presents made up the large collection that looked like it would take hours to unwrap, so Matthew was happy to oblige, following his eldest sister down the stairs. "I wanted to get you alone," she said as she leaned up into a high cupboard.

"Oh yeah?" Matthew observed.

Overcome with lust from being around five of the sexiest women imaginable, Matthew was unable to stop himself from moving up behind and pressing his crotch to Meg's bum and kissing her neck.

"Matthew!" she cried as his hands rode up her ribcage and came to rest on her pert yet fruity breasts.

She eased his hands away playfully before twisting around to face him. Before he could say anything she'd placed a finger to his lips. "The others are going out to get stuff for Amy's party later – my bedroom at ten o'clock, okay? Now, in the meantime, put those hands of yours to better use."

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Following a hearty breakfast and with an hour to kill until Meg's invitation, Matthew embarked on a solitary wander in the forest, reflecting on his time so far and the sexual encounters he'd enjoyed whilst among these sexually uninhibited women.

It was 22-year old Meg that had set things off not long after the funeral. Indulging a shared passion for voyeurism, they'd worked one another into a fully-clothed orgasmic frenzy whilst watching a courting couple enjoy a bout of oral sex in the forest.

Yet his mother Hannah proved that it wasn't just the young women of the family that were eager to have their wicked way with their newfound stud of a brother. Seizing her chance, the 43-year old mother of five had seduced her son during bath time, the intimate tit massage and cock wank a precursor to the hotter things that were to follow.

Keen to share his favours around, during a shopping excursion with the two sisters closest his own age, 21-year old Jo and 19-year old Beth, Matthew had used his oral expertise to pleasure Beth, the beautiful half-caste of the family whilst the pair watched Jo get cosy with a huge-breasted shopgirl, confirming a preference for women of her own sex.

At least she had done so before Matthew's arrival, their afternoon together spent making passionate love till they were sore. Well that was until they were disturbed by their mother. After the initial shock had abated and Jo was punished with a good spanking, Matthew got to break a decade-long abstinence in his mother by fucking her frenziedly whilst Jo looked on, the girl later joining to form a mind blowing trinity.

Anxious for more variety, just last evening Matthew had led Meg and Beth down to the stream where details of the afternoon's events with Hannah and Jo were disclosed and then lovingly recreated. First both girls sucked his cock, with Meg demonstrating a real art, after which Matthew first spanked then fucked Beth senseless.

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After a contemplative circuit of the forest, returning to the back garden he looked up to see Meg hanging out of her bedroom window. "Oh Matthew," she summoned, wiggling a finger.

Matthew heaved a deep breath and headed inside, the lower level empty. Taking the stairs two by two, he couldn't get to the top quick enough.

Fresh from the shower and exuding an understated aroma of lavender, Meg came to meet him at the door, taking her brother's hand and guiding him to her single bed. Running her fingers up his neck and through the thick thatch of hair at the back, she brought his face to hers. Both mouths opened on contact, tongues twisting amid heated panting. They held for precious moments savouring one another's taste.

Finally easing away, Meg fell back across the bed, her head hanging off the edge. Though Matthew would have loved nothing more than another of her exquisite blowjobs, the urge to fuck his eldest sister was damn near overwhelming. Meg twisted the knot of the fluffy white towel, first unveiling her pert breasts then, as it fell away completely, exposing a beautiful pussy. Allowed to grow naturally, the downy bush had a mousy brown tinge.

Exhaling deeply, Matthew hauled clear his top, exhibiting a manly chest and strong arms. Shimmying down the khaki shorts, he allowed Meg a moment to savour his physique and inflating manhood before moving to her, supported by his hands on the bed. Meg pushed up her knees and parted her thighs whilst shifting her body to mould into his. "Fuck me, Matthew," she implored.

He didn't need asking twice, reaching down to cup her pussy, appraising its moistness with two roving fingers. They slid in to the knuckle before the cunt walls clenched. Meg bit her lip and groaned as fingers were replaced by the bloated head of an impressively proportioned cock. "Oh yesssssss," she purred as her vaginal lips spread around the invading tip and enveloped it.

Suddenly Matthew stopped. "What was that?"

"What?" Meg questioned, looking up.

"I swear I heard something or someone creak in the wardrobe."

Meg had one of those large purpose-built walk-in wardrobes in her bedroom. Pulling away momentarily, she slid the hatch door aside to reveal an embarrassed-looking sister in among the blouses and with nowhere to hide. "Amy?"

"I-I j-just w-wanted t-to see how it's d-done," the tiny blonde, still in just a t-shirt, stammered. "I-I'm so s-sorry."

Her brother and sister found it hard to vent any degree of anger, especially on the girl's eighteenth birthday. "Why didn't you just ask?" queried Meg.

"I didn't think... So you're not mad?"

"No, we're not mad," reassured Matthew.

Extending a hand, Meg guided her younger sister to the bed. "There, now you can see so much better."

Amy adjusted onto her side, watching intently as Matthew climbed back between Meg's legs. "This one's called the missionary position," Meg enlightened.

Amy smiled as Matthew lifted his buttocks and pressed in purposefully, causing Meg to catch a breath, gazing on intently as the thick shaft probed its way into Meg's accommodating cunt inch by inch. Halfway in, meeting the familiar tightness, Matthew stopped. Drawing back so that the tip rested at the entrance, he thrust in hard. Meg's fingers curled and she sucked in air through gritted teeth as the stabbing motion reverberated through her body. "Oh God Matthew, yesssssss," she breathed as her brother began a steady rhythmic motion.

Looking on, Amy licked her lips, an unmistakable wetness arising between her thighs and a want in her eyes the likes of which she'd never felt before.

Meg moved with Matthew, enjoying the feeling of fullness as her cunt began to relax and moisten, her free hand cupping one of Matthew's firm buttocks as he pumped. As her juices rose and her cunt became ever more malleable, Matthew increased the ministrations, pumping with authority. This continued for two or three minutes, the bed creaking painfully.

Breathless, Matthew slowed to a halt, gaining a look of pleading from Meg. Her fingernails digging the flesh of his arse implored him to continue, but Matthew had other ideas. "Time for Amy's next lesson," he stated with a grin, watching as his youngest sister's eyes widened.

With that he rolled aside onto his back, hands behind head, cock sticking up like a bollard. It was equally as hard. Taking the hint, Meg cocked a leg over, resting on her knees momentarily before lowering gradually, hands in the air. Her labia took a firm grip of the tapered knob, slipping snugly over it. Wiggling her arse, Meg pressed down to impale her cunt on the thick throbbing slab of manhood and Matthew felt her slide down gradually until she was sat upon his belly and balls.

Meg moaned as Matthew reached to place his hands over her breasts, squeezing firmly. "This is the girl-on-top position," Meg revealed for her sister's benefit through gasps of pleasure, as if explanation were required.

"Mmm, I like that," replied Amy throatily.

Meg extended an arm to brush the corkscrews of blonde hair from her younger sister's eyes. "Tell you what, Amy honey, why don't you play with yourself?"

Amy looked shocked at first but after reassurances she smiled and lay back on the pillows, spreading her legs wide apart. Toying with her outer pussy lips, Amy's face contorted with lust. "Mmm, feels nice," she enthused.

As Matthew moulded Meg's pert breasts purposefully, his thumbs grazed each diamond-like nipple, causing Meg to shriek. Working up and down on the rampant shaft, she resembled a cowgirl. Leaning forward gymnastically, her brunette locks spreading like tentacles and she found Matthew's lips. They butterfly kissed before opening wide to suck at one another's tongues. Finding reserves of energy, Matthew pumped from the buttocks, his cock buried deep in tight wet cunt. He pumped furiously for five minutes, the slap of flesh drowning out Amy's little whimpers of desire.

As Meg lifted her backside, the thick cock plopped out of the snug cunthole to rest in the groove of her arse. It was coated from top to bottom in vitreous ooze.

Without needing to be prompted, Amy craned forward, running her index finger its impressive length and scooping up a dollop of her sister's juice. Placing it to her lips, tentatively her tongue touched it. Glancing back, she saw that Matthew and Meg were both watching her with intent. Smiling, Meg sucked the finger clean with a purr of appreciation before returning to frigging her own pussy with wild abandon. "Last lesson," heralded Matthew, his loins ablaze with desire.

With that he flipped Meg over onto her front, facedown with heels on the carpet and arse sticking up in the air. "This is the from behind or doggy style position," breathed Meg as close by her sister's fingers began to blurr and her eyes slant.

Matthew pushed up close, firm hands on her hips as he prepared to take his sister from the rear. Little resistance from a cunt that had been battered senseless over the past fifteen minutes, his cock slotted back in snugly. Gathering up all his steel, in and out he thrust, thighs slapping Meg's buttocks repeatedly, balls jiggling beneath.

"Oh God," cried little Amy as her frenzied fingering brought her to orgasm.

Matthew watched as her youthful body on the bed went into uncontrollable spasm and slid down the sheets. Inspired and picking up speed, he rammed into Meg mercilessly, bumping her cervix with each fierce thrust. "Yesssssss," she squealed. "Yesssssss. Cum inside me, Matthew."

His head swimming, body convulsing, Matthew made one final thrust, in the process spraying his seed deep into his sister's womb. As was customary, he continued pumping, three further spurts filling Meg to bursting. At that moment they heard a car in the driveway, hugging one another as they located their clothes. "I'd better go," offered Meg grudgingly. "There's going to be plenty of work needing doing."

"Me too," echoed Amy, equally grudgingly.

Playtime on hold, for now at least, Matthew adjudged his cock could do with a rest, joining the others. And Meg was right: there was plenty of work to be done. The furniture in the house needed to be shifted around, a gazebo had to be put up and attached to the patio in case of rain, balloons required blowing up and hanging, there were 'Happy Eighteenth' banners to erect and food needed to be prepared and placed under plastic.

In fact, there was so much to do that time unwittingly overtook them. Glancing at her watch Meg revealed: "It's 6.30, the first guests will be here in an hour."

All hot and sweaty from an afternoon's labours, baths were essential, following which there was the arduous task, for the girls at least, of getting ready. An hour was nowhere near enough. Seizing control of the situation, mother Hannah decreed: "Right, we'll all need to double up in the bathroom. Amy, you and Beth downstairs, Jo and Meg, top of the stairs, Matthew – you're coming with me."

Matthew went unquestioningly. A welcome repeat of the first night, Hannah soaped her oversized breasts to makeshift sponges before washing her son all over. Matthew was in heaven. "A little bird tells me my son is good with his tongue," she mused coquettishly, climbing onto her knees, planting her arse in his face.

In a way, Matthew was happy not to have to fuck her. She was a demanding woman and he needed all of his energy for later. Nose nestled in her anal ring, he dabbed his tongue at the gaping crack. Wet on the surface owing to the bathwater, it took some effort to work the tip inside. Yet he was young, enthusiastic and resilient and when a cunt tasted as delicious as Hannah's, all the hard labour was worthwhile.

As she opened like a petalling flower, Matthew locked his lips around her clit, feeling it squirm. As he rolled it over his tongue and sucked purposefully, Hannah gripped the taps tightly, her breath racing. Never before amongst a fair collection of lovers had a man had this effect on her with his mouth. Matthew was a godsend.

Sadly, the good work of the cleansing bath was undone as gooey juice snaked its way down her inner thighs. Good boy that he was, Matthew ensured to lick it all up before attacking her clit once more.

Conscious of time, he finished her off by stabbing a finger into her puckered arsehole whilst flicking repeatedly at her clit with his tongue tip. It had the desired effect. Hannah blew hard and squirted, a fine mist spraying her son's face like a mask. Hannah sat bent double in a paralysed state for a good minute before climbing gingerly to her feet. "See you downstairs at the party," she promised before heading off to her bedroom to get ready.




Horny Little Women Ch. 04



Frankly Matthew couldn't wait to see each of the girls and their mother in their party outfits. Anything on top of that would be a bonus and Matthew didn't dare imagine things could get any better. Sighing contentedly, he preened in the mirror, a feeling in his loins that this was going to be THE party to eclipse all parties.

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Please bear with me while I work on what will sadly be the final chapter in this series. In the meantime, your views and comments are anticipated.



Horny Little Women Ch. 05



The evening of Amy's party had arrived and with it the realisation for Matthew Ryder that the adventure was coming to an end. The following day the flight would take him back to Manila and away from the sisters and mother he'd grown to love in so many different ways. Still, if it were any consolation, with the girls being so unrelenting in their desires, a red hot time was surely promised right up to the end.

Heading off in search of Jo to borrow some gel to spike his hair, the pursuit led him to the downstairs bathroom were the blast of a hairdryer filled the air. The door ajar, he craned around, espying Jo squatting on the floor, her bare back to him. He was about to reach over to tap her on the shoulder when he caught Amy's reflection in the mirror opposite. Sat between her elder sister's outstretched legs, the party girl was having her damp blonde locks blown and teased with a stiff hairbrush. Both were stark naked.

Matthew's eyes remained on Amy's reflection in the mirror, appraising her girlish frame. Though she had just turned eighteen, her body was that of a younger girl, hips baring some puppy fat and tits still not fully developed. The nipples were puffy yet proudly pierced defiantly in contradiction to their youthfulness. Amy, it seemed, was desperate to become a woman. Her legs were closed, toes flexing as Jo worked the brush firmly through the tangles.

Matthew's glance returned momentarily to Jo who also sported two nipple rings in a pair of well-developed breasts that bore a peach-shaped pertness. In readiness for the party she also had a shiny stud in her navel. From observing the two girls together, it was obvious Amy looked up to her older sister in awe and in many ways wanted to be like her.

Tugging at the mass of blonde curls, Jo forced Amy's head back, her damp hair brushing the older girl's shoulder, a rivulet of water snaking its way down to her breast. Gathering up the stray droplet with a finger, Jo placed the wet digit to her lips and sucked lovingly. Unwittingly, as the younger woman shifted position she pressed against Jo's breasts, her neck cushioned by their springiness. "I wish I had tits like yours," Amy sighed dreamily.

"Oh yours will grow soon enough," assured Jo. "And besides, they're lovely as they are."

"You think so?"

"Yeah I think so."

With that, Jo's spare hand slid around Amy's body, cupping the underside of her sister's right breast. Amy's eyes expanded and her breath started to race. "Jo, what are you doing?"

"Just checking for growth," replied Jo with a nonchalance that belied a deep-rooted craving. "And you know what, Amy honey, I think you could outgrow us all yet."

"Yeah?" Amy enthused, glancing up with a huge wanton grin.

"Yeah, I wouldn't mind betting you'll have tits like mum's in a year."

"Really? Mmmmmmm."

Amy's lovely blue eyes illuminated. So overjoyed was she to hear the assurance that it went unnoticed that Jo still had hold of her right breast, massaging it gently, compressing the flesh and causing the nipple to sprout healthily. Seizing control, Jo's thumb and forefinger found their way to the aroused teat, rolling it purposefully. Matthew watched mesmerised as this went on for a full minute.

"Jo..."

"Yes, Amy honey?"

"Don't forget the other one."

Swapping the dryer over from left to right, the older girl's newly freed hand moved to the corresponding breast. A deft squeeze forced another moan to slip from Amy's lips as she eased back to become almost fully absorbed in Jo's body, head snug between her sister's accommodating breasts.

Reaching over to take hold of some hairpins, Jo worked feverishly to pile up her sister's unruly locks on top of her head. Amy's young neck soft and pink and warm from her bath, Jo leaned in to kiss it gently. Amy purred contentedly, her legs parting ever so slightly to reveal the first hint of downy pubic hair. Her work done, Jo discarded the dryer and the pair admired Amy's adult transformation. Though Jo was not yet finished with her sister, leaning in to kiss all over her sister's shoulders with a real passion.

"Jo..." Amy mouthed hesitantly, gazing up with big doe eyes, "I'm, um, not sure this is right."

Jo pursed her lips, a knowing look. "Does it feel right?"

"It does," Amy admitted almost immediately. "But all the same..."

"Why don't you just imagine it's Matthew?"

As Amy vibrated her lips in desire, feeling his cheeks warm at the mention of his name and his cock rise, Matthew took a precautionary step backwards. Just as well, for at that moment Jo rose and turned, brushing straight past him as he ducked in the shadows. Thankfully it appeared as if she'd not spotted him. Returning less than a minute later, she kissed one of Amy's earlobes before setting back down again. Submissively Amy slotted back into position between her legs and breasts.

The reason for Jo's brief disappearance soon became apparent: she'd been to fetch Amy's birthday present, the long slim black dildo. Amy's eyes widened as it came into view, accompanied by a little moan. After offering another gentle reassuring kiss, Jo circled the tip around each pierced nipple, prompting Amy to clamp her eyes shut, a look of contentment settling upon her pretty face.

Having brought each nipple back to a peak, Jo ran the slender length of plastic down Amy's tummy, teasing her navel playfully. Almost subconsciously, Amy's thighs parted to unveil the beautiful pink pussy Matthew had seen so very briefly that morning. Already the lips were glistening with the first spots of dewy arousal.

After having stroked her sister's inner thighs for what seemed an eternity, Jo tilted the dildo and caressed the length of Amy's slick crack. As she repeated the action, the lips of began to petal, albeit unwillingly. Yet Amy was unable to deny the feelings and as Jo continued to tease the slit, she rested her head dreamily against her sibling tutor's heaving breasts.

In his time back, Matthew hadn't witnessed the older girl as turned on as this. And that was despite having enjoyed a delicious threesome with their mother. This must surely have been the culmination of years of watching the lovely little Amy blossom to finally become a woman.

As Matthew looked on in awe at Amy's lesbian seduction, the temptation to stroke his cock became overwhelming. Yet he was equally determined to save himself for the party, presenting an agonising dilemma. Arms folded tightly across his chest he would record the episode in his brain for later use in Manila when he was alone and lonely.

With all resistance from Amy vanquished, Matthew watched in the mirror as Jo eased the tapered head into her sister's tight young cunt, eliciting a moan. Eyes pressed shut, Amy's head moved from side to side. Too much for the spy in the wings, with his excited cock pressing the boxers into a tent of marquee proportions, he reached down and gave the shaft a gentle squeeze. Soon his treacherous hand was working the foreskin back and forth against his better judgement.

On the bathroom floor, Amy's thighs spread wider as her cunt began to respond Jo's urgings, the dildo disappearing in by inch. The older girl was careful not to go too far too fast, easing up when she met resistance from the virgin pussy and ensuring to kiss Amy's neck at regular intervals. In between she watched intently over Amy's shoulder, gazing into the mirror to view the results of her handiwork, a huge smile on her face at having succeeded in working the younger girl into a liquid condition.

Eventually, after a deal of to-ing and fro-ing, moaning and groaning, licking and kissing, all but the last inch was inside the tight cunt, prevented only by Amy's maidenhead. As Jo let go and Amy exhaled heavily, the plastic penis pushed its way back out and into Jo's waiting hand. Lifting it to her lips, she licked and sucked it dry, marvelling at the taste of the dreamy, slightly salient produce of that young virgin cunt.

Lowering the tip once more, Jo concentrated entirely on Amy's clit, teasing it mercilessly. The younger girl swooned and squirmed, her clit aching so much she craved release, angling her body to try to get away yet pursued relentlessly like a cat chasing a mouse. Jo located the little nub once more and administered a series of probes that felt like tiny electric shocks imploding in Amy's vagina.

Gasping, she came ferociously, her young body going into uncontrollable spasms and receding into her sister as if all the air had been forced out of her lungs. Jo held the juice-laden dildo in the air in triumph, taking Matthew by surprise when she craned back to pass the prize his way. His elder sister, it seemed, had been aware of his presence all along. Embarrassedly Matthew took the dildo and lifted it to his mouth, sucking it like a corncob streaked with hot melted butter, savouring its salty palate.

With that he let out a muted groan before firing three loads of cum in quick succession at the bathroom tiles. The fourth he eked out into his palm and offered to Jo as Amy lay flat out. She licked with passion, savouring the cocktail borne of her sibling's loins. The show over, Matthew beat a somewhat hasty retreat before the first guests arrived. However, the pre-party thrills were far from over for, as man of the house, it was Matthew's duty to approve each girl's outfit before she joined the party.

Amy, having moved with lightning dexterity, was first to arrive to gauge his opinion, still flushed from her liaison with Jo and blissfully unaware that Matthew had witnessed the whole seduction. "Oh wow," he gasped in genuine admiration and not a little lust at the incredible transformation.

The curled locks piled on top of her head were fronted by a shiny silver tiara, a few corkscrew strands allowed to overhang strategically. The rectangular glasses the young girl habitually sported had been substituted by contact lenses, allowing her piercing eyes to sparkle like sapphires. No longer did she look the little girl Matthew had first encountered. In fact, she'd seemed to blossom in the last half hour and Matthew had a fair idea what was behind that.

Yet it was the dress that grabbed his attention: aquamarine to match those beautiful irises, it had a crepe appearance and feel, splitting just below her breasts to expose a triangular area of stomach and display the piercing at her navel. A little black bra underneath held her modest assets in place and helped conceal the other two new piercings. The skirt was of similar design, stopping alluringly just above the knee. Bare legged, her footwear was flat yet elegant, a pair of white strappy sandals that were ideal for dancing.

Amy did a twirl, the skirt tight to a bum that was pleasantly curvaceous. Unable to help himself, Matthew eased up against his youngest sister's back, kissing behind her ear, hands caressing each hip. Looking over the top, he was overjoyed to see his necklace plunging down into a cleavage that somehow she'd managed to sculpt. Amy sighed and relaxed in his arms like she had her sister's. They were moving to the bed almost unknowingly when the doorbell downstairs sounded. Easing away, Amy blew a kiss and skipped off to greet her first guest, promising to see him later. Matthew exhaled so hard he almost fainted.

Amy was quickly replaced by Meg who needed a hand before she could go and join the party. Her one-piece gown was light and diaphanous in a creamy shade, ending in flouncy skirt-tails. Unlike Amy, she'd opted for heels, a good four inches worth, to offset the elegant outfit suitably. Tottering over and tilting forward, she lifted the back of her brunette hair off her neck, indicating that the fiddly catch of the gown needing coupling. Before doing so, Matthew took a moment to kiss the exposed area of shoulder tenderly, sending a shiver down her spine. "Matthew, don't," she groaned, before adding teasingly: "Not now."

Having secured the catch with a pair of shaky old man's fingers, Matthew gave her arse a playful slap. "You look absolutely stunning, Meg honey. Now go and enjoy yourself."

Meg reached to wrap her arms around his neck and, despite the elevation gained from the heels she still needed to push up on tiptoes to reach her brother's cheek, imparting a soft loving kiss. Her body as she tottered away was to die for.

Immediately she left, Beth arrived at the door as the perfect replacement. Though Amy and Meg had stunned him with their transformations, Beth's was perhaps the most dazzling yet. Trading on her Afro-Caribbean roots, she'd braided her usually unruly hair into colourful tracks that ran across her head and down to the neck. "Wow!" Matthew exclaimed, lost for words.

Though he'd already seen the outfit briefly in the shop, it looked ten times better now that she was made-up to match, her lips painted a glossy crimson. The red halter top exhibited her lovely little breasts perfectly and, without a bra, the excited nipples stood firmly to attention. Matthew couldn't resist slipping his hand inside to squeeze a pert boob. Beth issued a seductive smile before easing away, pirouetting and showing off her peachy butt in the pair of matching red hotpants. So tight were they that they seemed to be sucked in by her arse crack. No doubt about it, it was money well spent.

As Beth told him not to be too long, Jo arrived as the last of the girls to seek an audience, the sweet smell of draining nail polish following her in. Showing off the black skirt and maroon vest top that had also been purchased by Matthew the previous day, she was sporting a hairstyle that suited her so well: punky and spunky, spiky and brash. She was also sporting a huge smug smile. Doubtless the seduction of Amy had a lot to do with her vivacity. "Thank you for these," she whispered, issuing a curtsey.

"No problem, they look absolutely wonderful on you," Matthew replied.

She moved forward, careful to shield her drying fingernails and toenails, co-ordinated in maroon to match the top. "I think you wanted this," she said with a cheeky smile, handing over the pot of gel.

"Mmm, I did, and I'm glad I chose that moment."

"I cleaned the tiles," she said with a wicked grin, puckering her lips, before heading off with a giggle.

Alone, Matthew peered into the mirror, scraping the gel through his hair to sculpt a Mohawk down the centre, picking and flicking at the fringe. "Don't worry, you look gorgeous," came the words from the door, preceding his mother's entrance.

She took a moment to admire her handsome son, a six-foot tall Adonis in a fashionable designer shirt and coal black jeans. "So do you," he replied, eyes almost popping from their sockets.

Clearly intent upon competing with her younger, sexier daughters – though that was a matter of opinion – Hannah had opted for what could only be described as the slutty older woman look. A cross between Courtney Love and Marie Antoinette, her lips were full, red and pouty, her eyes generously black ringed, with her tits pushed up in a bustier like two plum puddings. Her hair had been teased by heating tongs into a mass of cascading curls that looked as light as air. Matthew stood speechless, his mouth agape.

"Take those filthy thoughts out of your mind, young man," she quipped, before adding: "For now."

With all the promises he was seemingly on, Matthew would barely be able to keep up. He was almost tempted to lock himself in the room for the night.

"See you shortly," cooed Hannah as she ambled off to join the others.

"Bye mum, love you."

Matthew decided to give it ten minutes for descending, the music getting up downstairs and the front door being constantly opened and closed. Stuck to the mirror, he checked and rechecked his hair several times before deciding he was ready.

After all the amazing things he'd witnessed and indeed taken part in over the past few days, the start of the party turned out to be something of an anti-climax. After the initial introductions were made, he wasn't inclined towards the small talk that prevailed among their little cliques. Heading to the kitchen Matthew availed himself of a drink, a small glass of vodka doused in lemonade and generously filled with ice. Early still, the sheltered young man wasn't accustomed to drinking vast amounts. Returning to the front room, he stood on the outskirts felling somewhat cut adrift.

Amy was surrounded by a ring of pals of similar age, giggling merrily and showing off her presents. Beth was with her friend Alice, an amiable-looking redhead, the pair acting as DJ's by the stereo. Jo had invited along the shopgirl, introduced as Alison, and they had become inseparable in a corner. Meg was in the company of a dark Italian guy called Marco, with whom she worked and who might or might not be her boyfriend. And their mother was chatting to Erik, a small Swedish chap with a golden goatee who, it transpired, was Amy's father.

If it was any consolation, the ratio was favourable: three-to-one in favour of the men, a bevy of beauties from eighteen upward to choose from. Matthew only wished he had a more forward demeanour, his shyness around strangers an impenetrable barrier at times.

Thankfully he didn't need to be too much more forward for, at that moment, he felt a tap on the shoulder. Turning he looked into a familiar face, at least she appeared familiar, though at first he couldn't quite place her. "Hi, I'm Rosie Palmer, Amy's teacher," she introduced.

Matthew held out his hand in greeting, still trying to work out where he recognised her from. It wasn't as if he'd wandered too far afield during his two days in England.

Rosie filled in the gaps for him. "Didn't I see you in the forest a day or two back?" she offered, ending the mental anguish.

Matthew's mind went quickly into flashback mode, a delicious picture forming of games by the stream. Rosie, of course, had no idea Matthew had been spying on her. "Ah yes, you were on bikes, you and your..."

"Yes, that's right, Tom couldn't make it tonight."

Matthew looked her up and down furtively, liking what he saw. He'd felt something that first day too, a premonition, a definite instant attraction and nothing he saw now changed that opinion. Dolled up in a tight-fitting black dress that highlighted her ample bosom, Matthew was suitably impressed. "And you're really Amy's teacher?" he said in an exasperated manner.

Rosie laughed. "I'll take that as a compliment."

"It's just..."

"I know. If I had a pound for every time one of my kid's parents told me that, I'd be a rich woman. I'm twenty-three, if it makes any difference."

Matthew made an almost inaudible sound of approval beneath his breath, wanting her.

"Can I get you another drink, Matthew?"

Matthew's initial reaction was to decline the offer, met by a slant-eyed expression. "Oh come on," she prompted. "I could really do with a drinking partner tonight, seeing as I'm on my own and especially since most of my students are half-cut already."

Matthew glanced over to Amy's group. Two teenaged lads wobbled drunkenly and, with the normal teacher-pupil roles suspended for the evening, were giving their teacher the eye. Matthew suspected Rosie's interest in him lie more in needing a chaperone than anything else, though she was so pleasant and easy-going, he didn't mind unduly being used. "Okay, vodka and lemonade then...thanks," he conceded.

As Beth glanced up from the stereo, sexy in her braids, halter and hotpants, she gave her brother a sweet becoming smile, followed by a blown kiss across the room. At the same time, Meg brushed past extremely close, shooting one of her sexy come-hither looks. Even Amy seemed to have grown tired of her friends and was looking alluringly Matthew's way, running her tongue around her lips. He sighed deep and hard. Typical women, he thought, all but ignoring him for half an hour then, when he found himself some female company, turning covetous. Rosie returned with the drinks and wickedly Matthew decided to test just how jealous he could make them.




Horny Little Women Ch. 05



The party in full swing, a group of Amy's friends had already begun dancing drunkenly. So when Beth put on Robbie Williams' 'Angels' and Rosie asked Matthew if he'd care to dance, he accepted the invitation warmly. She smiled, taking hold his hand.

Immediately they moved close together her scent filled his nostrils, her skin feeling as soft as a baby's as their cheeks brushed. But what really excited Matthew was the heave of her ample breasts as they pressed his firm chest. For all their talents – and there was no denying his sisters were a talented quartet – none of the girls was overly blessed in the breast department. Matthew loved boobs and Rosie's d-cup delights squashing against him helped to elicit an instant hard-on.

Matthew caught the lascivious look in Rosie's eye as her hip brushed his groin in a furtive appraisal. He also couldn't help but catch the daggered looks that came from Beth, Meg and Amy. His ploy seemed to be working a treat with only Jo seemingly immune, occupied as she was on the shopgirl's knee, the pair kissing gently.

The slow song coming to an end, a faster one in its place prompted Rosie to lead Matthew from the makeshift dancefloor, through the patio doors and beneath the gazebo. A pleasant evening, she suggested a walk. Though it was pitch black, Matthew was in need of some fresh air and only too happy to oblige. The trail led them through the forest, down the bicycle trail and to the familiar lido where Matthew had enjoyed many of his hottest experiences over the past few days.

In the dark he could just about make out Rosie's outline. She seemed to be wrestling with her blouse. "Come on Matthew," she prompted. "Let's go skinny dipping."

Matthew exhaled, apprehensive at first but, endowed with enough Dutch courage thanks to the vodkas, he began to strip as well. Rosie tore off down the bank, taking to the stream with a splash. Matthew went in pursuit, launching from the edge into the abyss. In actual fact, the water was nipple high where they'd landed. Immediately Rosie swam to him, rising and pulling him close. Matthew responded, their lips locking, his hands roving up her curvy backside.

The water naturally cold, Rosie's nipples had turned rock hard almost immediately. Squatting, the water lapping as his collarbone, Matthew moved his face to the expansive left orb, warming the teat with his hot breath as his thumb and forefinger clamped around the other, rolling it back and forth. Rosie moaned wantonly, her fingers raking his damp hair. Matthew sucked with relish before moving across to the other.

Pulling away, the naughty schoolteacher squealed as she splashed him, before swimming away. A slow breaststroke, clearly Rosie wasn't anxious to get too far away too soon. Matthew caught up easily and the pair intertwined once more, sinking beneath the marbled surface. Despite the cold, Matthew had a raging erection, Rosie's hand taking a firm grip as their tongues flicked. In return, Matthew ensured to paw her tits manfully, eliciting deep moans of pleasure.

At that moment, however, the couple in the stream were stopped in their tracks, alerted by excited and young-sounding voices from the bank. It seemed that they were not alone after all, confirmed by three splashes in the water close by. It was too dark, however, to make out whether they were male or female. Discovering that the lido was already in use, a squeal rang out from one of the interlopers, its tone unmistakably female. "Oh my God, I think it's some of my students," whispered Rosie, clinging to Matthew's side.

With that, they were circled in a predatory manner before Rosie was accosted by two intoxicated and carefree lads, unaware that it was their teacher. Rosie dared not speak, let alone put up a struggle and Matthew could just about make her out, sandwiched between the two teen hunks. An eager pair of hands squeezed her large tits from the front whilst lips sucked at her neck from behind. The turn of events had taken Matthew quite by surprise.

He was about to offer assistance when their female companion latched onto him, giggling drunkenly. A hand took hold of his erect shaft for direction and the mystery female moved up until her back was pressed to his. Reaching around in the dark, instinctively Matthew gave her breasts a good hard squeeze. They were pert, easily filling his hands. Manoeuvring, his fingers he encountered two rings through each nipple. It was then that the penny dropped. "Amy?" he whispered.

"Matthew?"

Glancing across, he could just about make out the silhouette of Rosie being roughly spit-roasted in the shallow water. The sound of thighs on buttocks slapped continuously, supplemented by the slurping of mouth on cock. Rosie didn't seem to be protesting, doubtless so as not to give the game away, so Matthew decided to concentrate on Amy. Rarely had he felt so aroused, the cold water no deterrent to a raging hard-on.

Twisting Amy around to face him, Matthew kissed his baby sister with passion, their bodies melting into one another. "I wanted to make sure my first time was with you," Amy whispered as Matthew lifted her to him, his cock hovering in readiness at the entrance to her pussy, foreplay abandoned in the pursuit of animalistic lust.

Close by, unaware that it was his teacher deepthroating him, one of the teen students groaned and stated: "Oh yes, that's it you dirty slut, suck my cock."

Rosie's moaning was muffled as she let herself be used to satisfy their teen lust, each bang from behind bringing her closer to orgasm. In an ironic act, the lad at the rear spanked her arse several times as he thrust in and out. "Oh God, just listen to the filthy bitch, she's loving it."

Matthew issued a wry smile before turning his attention fully to Amy. He wanted her first time to be special, something she'd remember for the rest of her life. Clinging tightly to his neck, legs wrapped around his waist, she allowed her virgin pussy to be penetrated by the roving head of Matthew's bulbous cock. She was breathing in fits and starts, punctuated by lustful whimpers as her pussy mouth stretched to let him inside.

Appreciating that he needed to be tender and considerate, Matthew graduated the entry, stopping momentarily to check that his little sister was okay and drawing back if he sensed the slightest pain. Amy offered assurances, assisting the process by submitting fully and nudging her hymen against the invasive tip as if anxious to be rid of it.

With a strong firm upward counter-stroke, Matthew felt the barrier give, marked by a squeal from Amy's lips and her body going as limp as a deflating balloon. Any blood spillage was camouflaged in the dark water, quickly washed away. Matthew moved his face quickly to hers to muffle the pain and offer succour, their lips moulding.

The water brushing at their groins seemed to ease the pain and, within moments, Amy was pushing down on the throbbing manhood, determined to feel every inch of its thickness inside her virgin vagina. Her cunt walls gripped as tight as a vice, threatening to crush Matthew's cock. It was the most awesome feeling imaginable, breaking in a girl for the first time, feeling her tighter than she'd ever be again. Arching his back, Matthew started a leisurely rhythm, easing in and out of his sister's pussy with a fluid motion.

Twenty feet away, the two young drunken studs were close to cumming, their panting filling the still air as they worked their teacher into a frenzied state. Between his own measured strokes, Matthew wondered whether she'd take them to task the next time they were in class together or whether she might be too embarrassed. The one fucking her face had evidently reached beneath the water for he gasped: "Oh fuck, this whore has lovely huge tits."

Soon four hands were groping Rosie's boobs beneath the surface as they plugged her holes. With that, the one at the front grunted and unloaded a thick wad of spunk in his teacher's mouth. Tossing her head back, Rosie swallowed what she could, squealing as the one at the rear brought her to the verge of orgasm, wet flesh slapping wet flesh. If he listened closely enough, Matthew swore he could hear the seed was evacuated into Rosie's womb. She wailed unreservedly, falling to her knees in the shallow. Spent, the two teenaged students waddled to the side, exchanging high fives and whooping with joy.

Rosie, however, wasn't finished, splashing over to locate the remaining pair. Realising what was happening between Matthew and the girl, Rosie placed her body firmly against Amy's as Matthew thrust from behind. As he developed a steady hammering rhythm, it occurred to Matthew that Rosie was in the dark – literally. She had no idea whatsoever that the girl he was pounding was his own sister, her school pupil, the subterfuge maintained by the new nipple rings Amy had sprouted. Amy was equally unaware this was her teacher, though loving every moment of the feel of those soft cushioned tits squeezing hers.

The two women's lips met and Rosie shared with Amy some of the semen load she hadn't yet swallowed, blowing it onto the younger girl's tongue and allowing Amy's tongue to lap up the excess from her chin. Amy purred and swallowed hard, their tits squashing together ever more firmly, the trio moving together as one. The ministrations from Matthew's fervent pounding reverberated through Amy's pussy and into Rosie's, her cunt throbbing.

Upping a notch, Matthew ploughed back and forth purposefully into that virgin cunt and, with the attention coming from all sides it was no surprise to witness Amy cum next, spasming wildly on Matthew's cock. Yet for some reason Matthew had still to feel even the first stirring of orgasm. As Amy swam back to the sanctuary of the bank, he turned Rosie around, her arse out of the water, sinking his raging cock deep into the gaping cunt hole.

Rosie moaned, her vagina filled for the second time in quick succession. Only Matthew was bigger and rougher and she was soon sore as he fucked her with all his might, sparing nothing in his pursuit of an explosive climax, the water rippling around them. Yet worryingly, Matthew found himself unable to cum. Perhaps it was the cold or perhaps it was the fact that despite her overt sexiness, Rosie was not one of his family, his cock began to soften inside her.

Remembering what he'd seen Rosie do the first time and wanting some of that for his own, Matthew had an idea how to salvage some pride, falling to his knees. Neck just above the surface, nose scraping her anus he drove his tongue into Rosie's sopping pussy from behind. Targeting her clit, he licked and flicked furiously till his tongue was raw, bringing Rosie to another shattering orgasm. Rewarded with a powerful squirt, her scented spray peppered his face. And he still had a full sack of seed for later that he fully intended to use.

The pair paddled to the edge and out of the stream, collapsing on the bank. As Rosie closed her eyes, Matthew did so also, the countdown to his final twelve hours in England beginning in earnest. Yet they promised to be the best hours yet and Matthew couldn't wait to get back to the house.



Horny Little Women Ch. 06



Thanks once more to those that have supported this story. I'm finding the series has so much potential that a stay of execution has been ordered. In fact, it is looking as if a seventh chapter could well be in the offing. For now, here is the latest instalment...

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Having made passionate love to virgin Amy in the water before bringing her teacher Rosie to a mind blowing orgasm with his tongue, Matthew Ryder needed to rest. Lying down by the side of the stream he dozed off for an hour before being awoken by a sock to the head. Pulling up on his backside, he could just about make out Rosie's outline, groping around in the dark searching for discarded clothes. As she came across items of Matthew's, she tossed them his way.

Eventually both had gathered everything safely up and were able to dress once more. "It's time I made a move," Rosie disclosed. "Can you, um, say bye-bye to Amy for me and tell her I had a wonderful time," she added, clearly a little embarrassed by her sexual antics in the stream.

"Sure. Come on, I'll walk you home," offered Matthew, standing.

"It's okay, it's not far," Rosie countered, but Matthew wasn't taking no for an answer, especially in a dense and dark woodland late at night.

Clasping hold of his hand, the comely schoolteacher led them blindly yet proficiently through the labyrinthine paths using some kind of sixth sense. As they threaded past the back of the house, music could be heard seeping through the walls into the still black air. "Sure you won't come in first for a quick one?" Matthew enquired.

"No, best I get home. Tom will be waiting up," Rosie replied guiltily.

A fifteen minute walk through more forest, finally the lights of a faraway street burned a yellow hole in the blackness. Mounting a stile, the pretty teacher turned to say goodbye. Yet Matthew being Matthew insisted on walking her right up to the door, an offer borne of genuine concern for her welfare rather than harbouring an ulterior motive. Though Matthew couldn't deny how heavy his balls felt, having yet to cum that evening. The nearer they got to the door, the edgier Rosie became, worried that her boyfriend might be looking out. She could do without the inevitable inquisition. "Okay thanks," she said, making a hasty jink to depart.

Matthew caught hold of her hand. "Don't I even get a goodnight kiss?"

Rosie glanced around anxiously, a distant light in the house just visible. "Matthew I can't..."

With that he eased her up the driveway, past the front door, and against the side wall of the house. Knee raised into her groin, Matthew pressed his lips firmly to hers. Rosie's clenched fists groped ineffectively in the air. "Matthew no, not here," she protested through long volleys of lip and tongue action, though her body was telling a different story, moulding back into his almost of its own accord.

Rosie couldn't prevent her hands unclenching and moving to Matthew's shoulders as the pair pressed tightly. She squealed in a mix of surprise and delight as he in turn took a firm hold on each buttock and kneaded manfully.

Suddenly a light came on in the porch and the front door creaked open. "Rosie, is that you?" rang out the male voice less than six feet away.

"Oh my God it's Tom," she breathed, eyes bulging and holding perfectly still.

Were her boyfriend to step outside and peer back around the corner, he'd catch his lover and the handsome stranger pressed to the side of the house in an impossible-to-explain clinch. As the door opened wider, a funnel of light from inside brushed their profiles. Her heart thumping against his, Rosie eased Matthew deeper into the shadows, careful not to make a sound in the gravel underfoot.

Despite the gravity of the situation, Matthew couldn't resist reaching between her legs, his errant thumb finding the crotch of her panties soaked through. Though she acted to the contrary, Rosie, it seemed, was getting off on the thrill of discovery as much as her partner was. She implored him with her eyes to stop yet that only made Matthew more determined. Moving the damp material to one side he buried two fingertips inside the moist cunthole as Rosie battled to control her breathing.

Around the corner, deciding he must have been hearing things, Tom issued a sigh and pushed shut the door once more, blackening the driveway and the two conjoined figures. "Phew that was close," whispered Matthew, his cock twitching uncontrollably. "There's no chance of being invited in for a coffee I suppose then?"

"You're crazy," she replied in hushed tones, heavy with exasperation.

"Well I'm horny. And clearly you are too," he stated, fingers flexing inside her.

Rosie groaned as her clit came under attack from the embedded digits. "No I'm not, now let me go."

Matthew just smiled, removing the fingers and pressing them to his lips but continuing to pin her to the wall. He signalled his approval at her musky taste with a pleasurable sigh. However, his next move caught her completely off guard. "Eek, what are you doing?" squealed the schoolteacher as Matthew rotated her body so that she faced away from him, her ample bosom squashed to the wall, his body shielding hers like a cage. "No Matthew, no, not here, not now...please..."

Undeterred by the weak protests, Matthew pressed up closer still, sucking at her soft and tender neck whilst lifting the straps of the black dress off her shoulders with his thumbs. "Matthew, no," Rosie mouthed, her resolve almost completely drained he feasted upon an exposed shoulder blade.

The straps falling away down her arms, the dress crumpled above her breasts, held in place only by their firm roundness. Shoulders and upper back exposed to the cool night air, she shivered. Reaching down, Matthew placed a hand on her bum then ran it slowly over the curvaceous mound to the back of her knee. Elevated slowly, he caressed up the rear of her thigh, gathering up the skirt on the way to expose a thigh top. Rosie gasped, continuing to protest unconvincingly.

When his hand reached the pleasant plumpness of her bum once more, Matthew gave the excess flesh a good hard squeeze, before slipping his fingers inside the elasticated hem of her panties. Unable to breathe, let alone move, Rosie stood as still as a corpse, pressed tight to the wall the wall. When she did eventually catch a breath, it came in fits and starts. She seemed powerless to resist his advances but knew she had to. If Matthew got his cock anywhere near her soaking wet pussy of hers she'd sure as hell be screaming down the neighbourhood within seconds. "No, no, no," she panted, body wanting it so badly, her mind in a steely determination to fight the urge.

By adjusting position to press her pussy to the wall, she hoped to railroad her ardent suitor as he frisked her up and down, one hand in her panties, the other playing with her hair. "Oh no, please Matthew," she implored.

With access to her pussy denied, growing a little frustrated Matthew pushed a fingertip against the knot of her arse. Rosie startled. "Oh God no, Matthew...please..."

Matthew twisted it, breaching the seal and corkscrewing to the tip as Rosie went all limp. Working it in, he buried to the knuckle, Rosie's arse wall gripping tight and causing her to mewl like a cat on heat. Suddenly the front door opened once more. "Rosie?"

With Matthew distracted momentarily, Rosie managed to slip his grasp. As she made the short dash she tugged up the straps of the dress and fled into the waiting arms of her lover.

Matthew sighed, keeping to the shadows until the door had been shut firmly. Yet he didn't head back immediately, hovering instead beneath the bay window. With several of the top windows open, he was to make out the voices inside. Seemingly worked up by Matthew's digital exploration into her anus, Rosie was begging her lover: "I'm so damned horny, Tom, fuck me up the arse, stud."

"Oh my God, Rosie, what's come over you?" sounded Tom's response.

Two of her school students plus me, thought Matthew with a grin. Oh well, he couldn't win them all. He heard Tom move up behind his lover and, as ordered, shoved his cock into her tight behind. The sharp motion was marked with a squeal, followed by the slapping of fleshy thigh on curvy buttock. Matthew decided it was time to cut his losses and get back to the party.

A short pleasant walk was rendered slightly uncomfortable by the raging hard-on in his trousers and a pair of full-to-bursting bollocks that felt the size of tennis balls. It was just before midnight when Matthew arrived back at the house, numbers having thinned noticeably. Amy's drunken teenaged pals and most of the older relatives had disappeared, leaving just a scattering of guests. "Matthew!" cried pretty half-caste Beth, running up and throwing her arms around her brother's neck.

And yes he was pleased to see her, the semi erection nudging her hip. Evidently she'd been drinking for she was uncoordinated and giggly, as was her little friend Alice, the yummy 20-year old redhead who shadowed her everywhere like a lost puppy. As Matthew took a seat in the lounge, each girl backed up to sit on a knee, pressing their backs into his accommodating chest and resting their heads on his shoulders.

Reaching up, Matthew stroked his fingers over his younger sister's colourful braiding, looking over her shoulder and down a wonderfully proportioned body. She looked absolutely divine in the skimpy red halter top and hotpants, her coffee-coloured belly flat as a pancake, her legs long and angular.

On the other side, Alice looked pale and wan in comparison, her skin like alabaster. She was, however, a playful little thing, grinding her bum into Matthew's knee as a stray hand 'accidentally' brushed over his crotch.

Birthday girl Amy flounced in, also clearly the worse for drink. "Look what daddy bought me for my birthday, Matthew," she gushed, brandishing a tiny silver camcorder. "Come quick," she added, her spare hand touching Matthew's chest.

"And where might you be planning on taking my brother?" enquired Beth who was enjoying Matthew's close attention.

"He's my brother too," retorted Amy. "And it's my birthday," she added, stomping a foot.

"It WAS your birthday," corrected Beth, indicating to the clock, its minute hand on five past twelve. "Now go annoy someone else, baby."

"I am not a baby, am I Matthew?"

Matthew blushed. That certainly was true. "Look, you can share me," he offered, his cock twitching in anticipation.

"Can I too?" asked Alice, her green eyes sparkling.

Leaning up the cute redhead pressed her lips to Matthew's. He kissed her back, their tongues grazing.

"You won't regret it," promised Amy with a wicked look on her sugar sweet face. "I've been doing some secret filming."

"Ooh," the others chorused.

They mounted the stairs excitedly, buoyed by Amy's naughty offer, arriving at the top to find her bedroom door locked. Some other couple were getting up to no good, it seemed, as the early hours and copious amounts of alcohol brought along a tidal wave of lust. Moving up the landing, they found Meg's bedroom unoccupied. Amy ensured to secure the bolt so as to avoid disturbance, vaulting up to join the trio on the bed.

She started replaying the night's events on the foldout screen of the camcorder, caught earlier as she'd moved among the party guests testing out her new toy. Some uncoordinated dancing, some smiling relatives, the birthday cake and a load of silly drunken party games, there was nothing of the salacious promise. Indeed Matthew could quickly have lost interest had it not for sister Beth's hot little brown body pressed tight to his as his body pressed to Alice's.

Sensing the unrest among the group, Amy activated fast-forward, the figures moving like a Benny Hill sketch. Searching for something juicier, she maintained their interest with the pitch: "I 'accidentally' left it on in mum's room earlier."

Suddenly the scene on the screen changed and their mother moved into view, galvanising everyone's attention. Her lipstick smeared and looking dishevelled, Hannah looked a vision of MILF sluttishness. Matthew could feel Beth's excited warm breath on his neck and her hand rest on his hip, stroking lovingly. In turn, he smoothed a hand up Alice's waist, causing the sexy redhead to purr.

On the monitor, Hannah was joined in her bedroom by a guy, all four craning violently to see. "Oh my God!" exclaimed Amy who had yet to vet the secret footage and now perhaps wished she had.

Her father Erik joined the scene, wrestling with his zip. "We can't watch this..."

"Oh yes we can," chorused Amy's three horny companions.

Erik was a short stout man, no taller than 5'5, naturally light haired as befitted his Scandinavian roots. The hair on his crown was thinning though offset by a pointy golden goatee. Ruby lip-shaped stains were dotted around his face and neck from where he and his former girlfriend had been making out earlier. God knows what she sees in him, thought Matthew, though the fervent voyeur inside him held his attention raptly.

It was only why, when he dropped his trousers. Though it was slim, his cock stretched a good ten inches from a tangle of golden pubes. "Wow!" gasped an excited Alice, surveying the Swede's cock with an appreciative eye and shifting to allow Matthew's hand to travel down her waist and inside her skirt.

Onscreen, Hannah held out a hand to ease her ex-boyfriend closer. Erik gave her neck a kiss then drew back to admire the woman that'd dumped him eighteen years earlier. Rummaging inside the bustier, Hannah extracted both heaving breasts. They overhung the dress like two wobbling blancmanges, nipples like thimbles.

Grinning and shuffling up, Erik allowed his cock be smothered in the impressive cleavage like a hot dog in two buns, clamped snugly in the rippling mounds of tit flesh. Encouraged by a breathless Hannah to give it to her hard, the diminutive Swede began to pump back and forth, the purple tip appearing and disappearing through the top, nudging her chin intermittently. Streaks of precum glistened on the skin.

Craning forward, Hannah allowed the tip to nudge her scarlet lips, taking in the dew on her tongue and exchanging it for smudges of lipstick that coated the head. Taking a step back, Erik stood hands on hips, the long penis jerking. Falling from the bed and on to her knees on the carpet, Hannah looked up with lustful eyes. Letting her jaw loosen she took the whole cock in her mouth in one, demonstrating the art of the effective deepthroating to her three engrossed offspring and a wide-eyed Alice.

Overcoming the embarrassment at witnessing her parents at play, Amy relaxed. One hand holding the camcorder a little unsteadily, the birthday girl's other hand disappeared up her skirt. She moaned as a set of fingers pressed the thong into her pussy's opening. The Devil will find work for idle hands and in this instance he magnetised Beth's and Alice's to Matthew's bulging crotch. Intrigued by its elevation and contours, Alice traced the length and breadth with a fingernail. Matthew exhaled, an evening of abstinence and false dawns having made him hornier than ever before.

Lying back on his elbows, he allowed chestnut beauty Alice to unzip his jeans, her fingers as shaky as Amy's, her breath racing. Lifting his buttocks off the bed, Matthew let Beth tug down the jeans and boxers in one hefty pull. The cock sprang up and into the waiting hand of Alice. With a little squeal of delight she cradled the lovely thick slab of manhood. It throbbed in her palm and dispensed a dollop of precum.

It was Beth that seized the initiative, however, leaning forward to mimic her mother's actions on the cam. Enveloping the head in the warm recess of her mouth, she sucked Matthew's engorged knob end with intent. Working like some crack team, Alice drew the foreskin right down to the base, allowing Beth's tongue to rove around the upper shaft and lick it all over.

Such was the feeling of bliss, Matthew's eyes closed yet he had to keep them open, not wishing to miss out on what was happening to his mother. The release came sooner than expected when Erik, driven crazy by their sexy MILF drew back and unleashed a rope of cum in Hannah's face. That allowed Matthew to lie back and have his cock shared by the two friends. Putting down the camcorder, Amy made to sit on his face. Matthew was in heaven.

At that moment, however, a voice outside the bedroom room alerted the aroused quartet. "Amy-it's-your-dad-dee," Erik announced in an almost comical-sounding Scandinavian brogue. "Are-you-there-Amy-hun-nee? Dad-dee's-going-home-soon."

"Shit," hissed Amy, stepping back off Matthew's face.

All looked like scared, unsure what to do. "He won't take no for answer," Amy lamented. "I'm going to have to let him in. Quick you lot, hide in the wardrobe."

Hurriedly she ushered the trio inside Meg's spacious closet, Matthew waddling like a walrus with his trousers and boxers still around his ankles. Simulating a yawn towards the door and fighting to compose herself, Amy announced: "Coming daddy – was feeling sleepy, just having a lie-down."

Sliding back the lock she let her father in. Face pensive, his immediate reaction was to sniff at the air that was thick with the aroma of excited cunt. In their hiding place, Matthew, Beth and Alice barely dared to breathe.

Erik held his arms wide as Amy motioned forward on her knees on the bed. Arms reaching around the expansive midriff, she hugged her daddy. Once more his nose jerked, sniffing at the air over her shoulder. As Amy uncoupled and issued a forced smile, her father took hold of her right hand and held the fingers to his nostrils. He took a long hard sniff, seeming to savour the pungent scent ingrained in them. Issuing a thoughtful 'hmm', silently he moved to the door and slid the bolt back across.

Amy held her breath and position, as rooted to the spot as her three concealed cohorts who gazed on with mouths agape. Moving in once more, daddy Erik took hold of the offending fingers and sucked on them one by one. Amy quivered, her eyes expanding. Satisfied that the fingers were clean, he reached across and lifted up the two frontal flaps of her airy dress to expose the dainty breasts. The nipple rings glinted back. "My-daughter-grew-up-to-be-a-slut," he sighed.

With that he moved his hands up to cup the tiny orbs, pinching at the flesh as Amy's face contorted. Clamping eat puffy teat in the juncture between thumb and forefinger, he rotated like wrenches tightening nuts. Muted through shock, Amy bit her lip as her father toyed with her nipples and reminded her once more what a slut she'd become. "Yes daddy, sorry daddy," she mouthed, willing the ordeal to end.

In the wardrobe, Matthew felt Beth press back into him as they peered through the tiny crack. The fear of discovery was at its utmost, he could nonetheless not resist reaching around the front and slipping his hands inside the halter top. Beth's tits shivered at his touch and she struggled to stifle a gasp as her brother moulded firmly.

Below them, Alice was knelt down between Beth's legs, utilising her own bit of door crack to watch Amy's uncomfortable yet arousing ensnarement. Feeling Matthew's exposed cock rise to nudge the back of her head, the little redhead smiled before rotating carefully to face it. This time it was Matthew's turn to muffle a gasp as Alice's hungry mouth swallowed the raging appendage, her nose nestled in the mesh of pubes. His eyes slanted but continued to peer back into the bedroom, mesmerised by the surreal scene.

"Lift-your-skirt-honey," commanded Erik.

Amy's face contorted though she reached compliantly for the hem nonetheless. Leaning against the bed, hands supported on the mattress, Erik allowed his tongue to trace a wet path down his daughter's belly. Reaching the pierced navel, he gave the stud a suck before continuing on, eagerly kissing the small area of skin that separated belly button from thong top. "Mmmmmmmm-a-thong-slut," the middle-aged pervert's lips resonated as he slobbered over his teen daughter.




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Erik tugged down the thong till it lay flat on the bed at her knees. Motioning at her to change position, she sat upon the bed, thighs pressed together. Erik lifted the skimpy piece of underwear over her feet and free. Legs unsteady against the bed, Erik held the damp crotch to his face, breathing in exaggeratedly. Taking them away, he half-smiled, half-sneered, rubbing his goatee thoughtfully. "Oh-my-daughter-is-indeed-a-slut."

Leaning forward he placed his hands between her knees, prising them apart. He issued a pleasurable sigh at the sight of her blonde pussy, its hairs so light as to make it appear almost bare. Amy tried to force them shut but Erik had firm hold. Lifting, he caused her to rock back onto her bum, feet in the air.

A rogue finger of her daddy's nudged the lips, twisting as it entered. Amy whimpered as her pussy sucked at the fat fingertip. Erik pushed it all the way in, searching in vain for the hymen that was no longer there. Hand on heart dramatically he exhaled: "Oh-my-daughter-is-a-whore."

Amy moaned, arousal taking hold almost subconsciously. Reaching out, her slender fingers raked at her father's thinning hair. Instinctively Amy drew back her knees and spread them wide. Her hot cunt was twitching rapidly, dripping with liquid desire. It craved to be licked and sucked. As Erik climbed onto the bed on his knees, Amy shook as a blast of hot breath warmed her pubic mound.

Erik pushed her thighs wider apart then moved his hands beneath her, moulding the globular arse cheeks firmly. Amy shivered, wriggling her hips as his rough hand strokes sent spasms up her spine and into every nerve end. She arched to push her pussy closer to his mouth, eyes begging him to feast upon her delicious womanhood. Drawing her knees back to her shoulders, the teenager shut her eyes dreamily, running her tongue around her lips.

In the wardrobe, Matthew and Beth could barely believe what they were witnessing mere feet away. Matthew had carefully worked the halter free and was busily giving Beth's nipples a good pinch and twist. Beth had her fist in her mouth to prevent any sound slipping out. Yet it was near impossible, particular since, down below she could hear her best friend slurping on her brother's hard cock whilst her sister was about to be licked into a frenzy of lust by her own father.

Amy hissed and sank her teeth in her lower lip as Erik slid his tongue into the moist crack. Her soft cuntlips parted just enough to allow the roving organ to enter. As she tensed, her labia clamped tight, trapping the tongue between. Erik flicked urgently like a chameleon, delving deeper, the wiry goatee brushing his little girl's perineum.

Pinching her tits with one hand, Amy slapped the mattress with the other as wonderful sensations spread right through her cunt and up her belly. Her daddy's tongue darted forward repeatedly, driving her insane. "Oh daddy! Daddy!" she groaned, hips circling as she rocked on her father's experienced tongue.

Waves of bliss swept up into her loins, stealing away her breath, her clit swelling markedly. Enraptured, she spread her thighs even wider and tightened the grip on those erect teats between her fingers, stretching them obscenely from her body like they were made of plasticine.

Barely coming up for air, Erik moved his tongue around and around a hot cunt that had opened like a petalling flower. He was determined to taste every single inch of the delicious dish. As Amy cavorted, drips of cunt honey trickled down her father's throat. He swallowed with a groan of approval, not relenting. Her free hand twisting the bedsheets into a knot, Amy begged him to lick her harder, deeper, to bury his tongue in her impenetrable reaches. Her first ever bout of cunnilingus, it was never to be forgotten.

In the wardrobe, Alice had her lips firmly around Matthew's cock, sucking and licking and plunging up and down in a steady mind blowing rhythm. Every so often a dollop of precum squeezed from the eye, swallowed gratefully. As he pawed at Beth's gorgeous breasts, unable to stand it any longer, she shoved three fingers in her cunt. The trio were enraptured, discovery playing second fiddle to lust.

However, with Erik in overdrive, the sounds from the closet went unnoticed. Trails of saliva snaked their way down the girl's inner thighs as an intense and unabating heat soared up her young fuck-hole. Sloppy lips mopped up the juicy deposits as they oozed out of her crack, some of the honey congealing in his beard. "You're making your little slut all wet, daddy," she mouthed, her voice shaky, frantic.

Erik glanced down to see the long prick between his legs standing upright. He craved relief. Barely losing contact with his daughter's pussy he swirled around until they were in the '69' position. Angling, he fed the prick into her mouth, inch by inch. An inexperienced cocksucker, the first time in fact she'd had one in her mouth, Amy's lack of proficiency mattered not. Erik simply wanted a hole to fuck, a receptacle to take his spunk, using it as if it were a cunt. Sliding in and out, he nudged her throat. All Amy had to do was to ensure not to choke and purse her lips tightly enough to enable her mouth to be fucked.

Amy raised her buttocks, pussy snaring her daddy's tongue with and brushing his nose with her wispy golden bush. Her clit swelled until she thought it might burst, throbbing like an overworked generator, whilst her moans grew louder, filling the room. "Ew-eeeeeee!" she squealed as her father jabbed the tip of his tongue yet deeper, finding uncharted depths. "Oh, daddy, I'm going to cum all over your face any second now!"

Matthew would have issued Alice that self same warning were it not for the secrecy they felt duty bound to maintain. Instead, having saved up the orgasm and two huge balls of cum for hours on end, he simply detonated in Alice's warm mouth, filling it to overflowing with an unprecedented half a dozen spurts. Unable to swallow more than a third of the sticky deposit, it spilled from the sides of the redhead's mouth like lava from a volcano.

Climbing to her feet carefully, Alice shared the bounty with her best friend, little Beth's pink tongue poking out to scoop up the overflow from her lips and chin. It was a wonder they were not discovered. By now, however, Erik's face was buried so deep and Amy's thighs were clamped so tight to his ears that all he could hear was a muffled church-like hollow din.

Lost to lust on the bed, Amy rotated her hips in wide circles, bouncing on her bum in an effort to endure the unbearable pleasures she was being subjected to. Her cunt throbbed and throbbed and throbbed, craving a release. Finally the torture reached its zenith and the orgasm took a firm grip, crashing through her girlish body. "Ohhh!" she cried, tossing back her head. "Yes! Yes! Yesssssss! I'm cumming, daddy, I'm cummmmmmming! Aaargh!"

She bucked repeatedly like she was plugged into the electric mains, slamming her gushing cunt hard against her father's mouth. Her juice ran endlessly, marked by little minor explosions like an aftershock. She strained against him and listened as her father sucked her cunthole dry, savouring every last drop.

Standing, he wiped a backhand across his mouth, looking on with a mix of disdain and amazement. "Yes-my-daughter-is-a-slut."

With that he turned and departed, leaving Amy writhing in the sheets as she came down off the intense sexual high. When Erik was safely out-of-sight the trio bundled out of the wardrobe, cramming on the bed with Amy, giggling. Matthew lifted each arm to allow Beth and Alice to snake beneath, their cheeks pressed tight to the strong chest, his heart reverberating through Beth's brain. Amy curled up in the foetal position between his legs and laid her head in his lap, staring dreamily into space. Sleep came all too easily.

They were awoken some time later by Meg, returning to reclaim her bed, tiredly shooing them away. Matthew was pleased to see Marco was nowhere to be seen, his covetousness around the four sisters having reached extremes. After giving Matthew a goodnight kiss, Beth and Alice headed to Beth's room and Amy to hers, still in a zombie-like state of shock. It had been some day for the birthday girl. Meg pressed her lips to Matthew's and promised to see him soon.

In a catatonic state of his own, Matthew drew back the door of Jo's room, only to find out at the last moment that his elder sister had reclaimed it. He could just about make out her and the shopgirl Alison's as they snoozed in one another's arms. They looked too cosy to disturb, not that the idea was without appeal. Turning and pulling the door shut, Matthew bumped into his mother on the landing, the last to get to bed. He explained the predicament, wondering if there was a duvet he could take down to the couch. Hannah smiled maternally. "Go jump in mine, Matthew honey," she offered with a smile.

"No I can't..."

"Yes you can."

Matthew exhaled deeply. In a way it made sense – she did have a nice big double bed after all. His stuff in Jo's room, Matthew was forced to spend the night naked, but it was plenty warm enough. Immediately he entered a light dreamy snooze, snug among the crisp sheets. He sighed as his mother climbed in beside, smelling the understated body scent as she snuggled up to him, an arm falling across his body to hold him to her.

There were seven more hours to the flight home to Manila.

*

Okay, seven hours to go. Any suggestions how Matthew should spend them? As ever, your comments and feedback are greatly appreciated.



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As the jet touched down on Luzon Island, bringing Matthew Ryder 'home' to the Philippines, he resolved to look upon what had happened in England as a holiday romance. Yes, it was great while it lasted, but there was no future in it, was there? He had to get on with living the rest of his life to the full, to look forward and not back, didn't he?

Yet barely an hour later, as he sat alone in the lounge of the sumptuous apartment in the middle of Manila's Makati financial district, the 20-year old couldn't help but reflect upon a week that had changed his life. Sighing wistfully, he yearned for his mother's voluptuous bosom, craved Meg's beautiful mouth, longed for Jo's exquisite pussy, longed to feel Beth's delicious coffee-coloured legs and arse and was desperate to hear Amy's delightful giggle again. Oh how he missed them all so much and he'd only been gone a day.

To occupy his mind, Matthew embarked upon the seemingly onerous task of wading through the scores of condolence cards that had accumulated in the pigeonhole in his absence. Yet in half an hour the job was done. Taking hold of the address book, he set about contacting those that had still to hear the news of his father's passing. Yet that killed only another hour and all too soon he was twiddling his thumbs idly.

Thus the phone call that came just before nightfall was a something of a godsend. It was his father's lawyer, Tino Sala, inviting him to dinner. A limousine would be there at eight to collect him, if he wished, Tino offered as an incentive to his new best client. After minimal thought Matthew consented, if only to leave behind the claustrophobic concrete confines of the apartment for a short while.

The car took him through the thronging city, abuzz with insect-like activity, to the more laid-back Manila Bay. With its azure blue boundaries, florid scenery and picture postcard beauty that, he strove to convince himself, surpassed anything England had to offer, a visitor could easily fall in love with the place. In fact it had everything a young man could wish for but his family.

A short stroll down the jetty took him to the floating restaurant in the harbour where Manila's top movers and shakers habitually gathered. Having secured the best table, one that afforded an unrestricted view of the entire boat, Tino rose in greeting. He offered grave condolences and a firm handshake, enquiring how Matthew was bearing up. He was lonesome, though not on account of his father.

Immediately a waiter materialised with a frosted glass and a bottle of San Miguel. The night balmy and humid, Matthew supped gratefully and perused the menu. He chose a starter of nilagang soup, with Tino electing to join him. For the main course, Tino plumped for crispy pata, a dish of deep fried pork knuckle. Patting his midriff a little guiltily in its wake the lawyer dabbed at the side of his mouth. Matthew stuck to his favourite Filipino dish, alimango, a steamed crab delicacy that was far more figure-conscious. Accompanied naturally by enough fried rice to feed the whole boat, Matthew leaned back in the chair bloated.

The formalities dealt with, Tino wasted no time in getting down to business. "Well Matthew, you soon be very rich young man."

Matthew issued a sombre smile.

"You come see me in office next week and we go through details, yah?"

Matthew agreed, taking charge of another bottle of beer, his head beginning to swim pleasantly.

"So," continued Tino, his eyes sparkling, "we go on somewhere yah? You want lapdancers tonight, yes Matthew?"

The lawyer offered with a nudge-nudge-wink-wink expression and Matthew smiled inwardly. After the week that had just surpassed in the company of some of the sexiest women Matthew knew, a lapdance would be like eating beefburger after becoming accustomed to dining out on caviar. Sensing Matthew's reticence, Tino changed tack. "Or you want more, huh? I know nice Asian-American girl take care all your needs."

Matthew forced a smile. It certainly made him think. Putting matters into perspective for a moment, he was a soon-to-be millionaire bachelor just out of his teens with filmstar good looks and a lifeguard's physique. He could more or less have his pick of just about every eligible girl on the island. Yet, despite a newfound enthusiasm for sex and admittedly feeling as horny as hell, tactfully he declined, citing tiredness from the long flight. Taking care of the bill, Tino wished him well and reminded his client of their meeting the following week.

Unbeknown to the lawyer, there was also an ulterior motive behind Matthew's decision, a method to his madness. Indeed, during the stop-start limousine journey back to the apartment, his cock jerked at the very prospect. The young man's mind wandered back to the events that had preceded his departure from England.

* * *

Worn out from Amy's party – he had, after all, enjoyed a romp with both the party girl and her teacher in the stream and then another with Beth and Alice in the wardrobe, Matthew had fallen into a deep long sleep. Snoozing contentedly among the crisp covers of his mother's bed, she cradled him. Rousing some two to three hours later with the first sprinkling of dawn pressing the curtains, glancing down he saw his mother's hand draped across his chest as they spooned, her soft breasts cushioning his spine.

Matthew's awakening proved to be something of a catalyst. Slowly Hannah's hand animated, producing gentle, loving strokes, teasing the hairs on a well-defined chest. Matthew sighed contentedly as his nipples were palmed and her breath quickened markedly, warm on the nape of his neck. Adjusting, she pushed her pussy forward to brush a buttock whilst continuing to caress purposefully. The stirrings deep in his groin causing Matthew's breath to race too, cock inflating to poke up from between his thighs.

In a stealthy manner, Hannah's hand moved lower, rubbing her son's belly in a circular motion as she pressed tight and administered a feather light kiss behind the ear. Her lips moved inside to brush her son's neck. At the same time the roving hand lowered further until her wrist brushed the blunt head of a penis almost fully-erect by that point. Under the unerring attention, within seconds it was as stiff as Matthew could remember, so hard it was painful.

Exhaling lustfully at its rigidity, Hannah took a firm grip of the shaft, wrapping her fingers around expertly and gently easing down the foreskin. The motion took Matthew's breath away and he groaned. As she caressed lovingly her thumb elevated to circle the bulbous head. Matthew exhaled his pleasure, eyes shut tight as his body experienced wave upon wave of pleasure from the merest squeeze of her palm. His cock end tingled, a single teardrop of precum oozing from the eye.

Issuing a gleeful purr, Hannah reached to scoop up the dollop with her index finger. Raising the sticky fingertip to her lips she sucked it clean, the taste lingering on her tongue. As she pressed forward and her pussy made contact with a buttock once more, a dab of moistness rubbed the flesh.

* * *

"Mr Ryder, sir...Mr Ryder...you're home."

Matthew looked up, distracted from his revelry by the driver craning around, the limousine stationary in front of the security gates at the apartment complex. Reaching into his pocket he gave the driver a 500-peso tip, the generous gesture met with a heartfelt thank you. Shifting to conceal the rather obvious erection, Matthew strolled away. He could barely wait to get inside the apartment and continue the reminiscence, salivating at the mouth.

Hurrying from room to room he drew all the curtains, dimming the lights and swapping the suit worn to dinner for a baggy sports top and joggers. Never before in his entire life had he looked forward to masturbating with quite so much relish. Though he did have something to aid the process, somewhat relieved they hadn't challenged him at customs. It might have taken some explaining. Taking the silver disc from its case he slipped it into the DVD player, settling down to view his leaving present from the girls.

* * *

"Hi Matthew," resonated Amy's voice from the TV, the picture revealing his youngest sister's pretty face. "Are you missing us already? I hope you are, in a nice way, of course," she added with a beguiling smile.

"Yes," he replied croakily to the screen, all these thousands of miles away.

Reaching out to touch her golden hair, he felt only static on the cold screen, behind which Amy was incarcerated. The lens lowered to her breasts, hovering on them. Playfully she lifted the t-shirt to reveal the three piercings that had symbolised her journey from girl to woman whilst in his presence. Matthew sighed deeply. "I love you, Amy," he mouthed to the screen.

She made no reply.

Next up was Meg waving excitedly at the screen. "Hello little bro, hope you arrived home safely," the eldest sister announced, tears immediately welling up in her hazel eyes.

Matthew felt it too, gulping back a lump in his throat the size of a golf ball.

"Remember these?" she smiled, pursing her lips into a fishlike expression.

"Oh God yes," Matthew replied dolefully.

Jo came on next, clearly putting on a brave face. Her message was more sombre. "Thank you, Matthew. Thank you for brightening up our lives. I love you baby brother."

She had to move out of sight before she bawled out her eyes. Matthew sniffed away his own despair, struggling to temper his emotions too. "Love you too, Jo," he whispered.

Beth was the last of the girls to appear on the screen. She was stark naked on the bed, her brown flesh accentuated against the white duvet upon which she lay. "This is how I want you to remember me," she stated with a confident smile, parting her legs to reveal the trimmed black hair.

"Oh I will," he mouthed at the telly as she ran her hands up and down her body.

Finally it was his mother's turn. She too had tears in her eyes. "Love you, Matthew, hope you'll come visit soon. Now enjoy the rest of your going-away present."

"Oh I will mum, I will."

Matthew had mixed feelings. On the one hand he was sad at the poignant messages and the extreme distance from his sisters and mother. On the other hand he was filled with anticipation for what was to come, his mind wandering back to his mother's bed on that awesome final night.

* * *

On his back now, staring up dreamily, Hannah's skilled fingers continued to work his shaft beneath the sheets. Licking her lips she asked if he'd like to feel her tits. Matthew exhaled deep and long, nodding excitedly like a happy dog before lifting his hands to squeeze the fronts and undersides firmly. The plump orbs quivered in his palms, nipples sprouting obscenely as he kneaded. "Oh God, yesssssss," she hissed, her wrist action upping on a notch on the hard cock in her hand.

At that moment, unexpectedly the bedroom door opened and the inner light was switched on, flooding the bedroom in a golden luminescence that made them both blink. "Amy, what is it?" enquired Hannah as he continued to stroke her son's cock under the covers as if it were the most natural thing in the world to do.

At the same time, in full view of Amy, Matthew ensured to pinch and twist her nipples purposefully. Amy tiptoed over in a little white nightgown to perch on the edge of the bed, unfazed by the sight before her. "I was wondering, mummy, if we might give Matthew something to REALLY remember us by."

The teen lifted the new camcorder into sight, her blue eyes full of youthful wonder. "Something he can watch in Manila when he's lonely."

Hannah smiled, caressing her youngest daughter's blonde tangles. "That's very thoughtful of you, Amy darling."

Amy grinned, anxious to get going. Drawing back the covers, she observed her mother leisurely palming Matthew's rock hard cock. Lifting the camcorder she began filming, ensuring to capture her mother's oversized tits as they were mauled by Matthew's big hands, knowing that he would love seeing that later. And he did.

Whenever Hannah's ministrations forced a blob of precum to ooze up out of the eye, she'd deftly scoop it up with an eager digit, elevating it to her waiting tongue to feast upon lustfully. On the third such occasion, after having gathered up the seed, she pressed the dew-stained fingertip to Amy's pursed lips, piercing them. Her youngest daughter licked eagerly, before observing: "Ooh mummy, that's made me go all tingly."

Matthew watched mesmerised on the couch in Manila, reliving the unbelievable events that had preceded his departure. This had to be THE going-away present to beat all going-away presents. In truth, he found himself only marginally less hard than he'd been in the bedroom. Reaching down, he placed a hand inside the boxers and cupped his balls, squeezing gently. Moving up, he began to stroke the shaft, mimicking his mother's actions onscreen. Though his own hand was a poor relation, he craved the relief it would ultimately bring. Sighing deeply he masturbated, trying to match his mother's rhythm.

Yet Matthew wasn't able to replicate what happened next, and which Amy ensured to capture on the camcorder.

Shifting position to climb across and straddle Matthew's knees, Hannah towered over. As she bent forward at the middle, her hair tumbled, brushing Matthew's chest and stomach. At the same time, her fulsome breasts wobbled and spilled to the sides to create a cavernous cleavage of soft rippling flesh. Lying flat, the weighty mammaries came to rest at the tops of Matthew's thighs. Hands placed at either side, she squeezed them firmly together, clamping Matthew's thick shaft tight in the centre. He gasped as the natural wobble provided a gentle wave of stimulation to the imprisoned penis.

Capturing every precious second on the camcorder, Amy sighed audibly. Panning across from the sexy titwank, the youthful cameragirl settled the lens on a raised arse that was bobbing sexily. Moving closer and reaching over with her spare hand, Amy parted the cheeks of the older woman's rear with thumb and forefinger. In doing so, she exposed to the camera a clenched brown knot and below it a lush and freshly shaven pink crack, quivering gently and glistening with the first juices of arousal.

Hannah groaned at Amy's touch, her breath warming Matthew's belly as she continued to massage with cock with those monster tits. Amy pressed two fingers against the slit, her thumb idly grazing the anal ring. It was enough to set her mother off like a hair trigger. "Oh push your thumb in, Amy honey," Hannah begged in hoarse tones, wiggling provocatively and intent on getting the teen to plug her tightest hole.

Amy grinned and pushed forward, index and middle finger embedding easily in soaking wet cunt. Having allowed the digital intrusion, quickly the pussy crack sealed tight around Amy's fingers. At the same time her blunt thumb tip nestled snugly in the anal recess, pushing against the knot. As Amy applied a little more pressure, the hole stretched and yielded, suctioning around the thumb tip. Hannah whimpered as her arse was forced open. The spasms pulsed all through her excited body and caused her tits to jiggle and manipulate Matthew's cock with newfound vigour. The trio lost to lust, things were about to get a whole lot better.

Unseen to the camera, behind Amy the bedroom door creaked open once more. Matthew was first to become aware, his gaze elevating to meet Beth's chocolate eyes. The 19-year old half-caste's initial surprise at witnessing her mother's huge tits wrapped around her brother's rock hard cock whilst her sister fingered the older woman's two holes quickly dissipated as desire took hold of the coffee-coloured beauty. "Mmm, what have we here?" Beth mused.

With that she disrobed, the dressing gown pooling at her feet to leave her naked. Skipping quickly to Matthew's side, she sat down beside him, their backs to the headboard. The pair exchanged a long, lingering deep kiss, their tongues working feverishly. Matthew wanted nothing less than to press it right down her throat if he could. Beth groaned with lust as he sucked on her tongue.

Steadying the camcorder, Amy concentrated the lens on her own handiwork at her mother's rear, ensuring to capture her fingers sliding ever deeper into her mother's snug holes till she was gripped tight like a bowling ball. In the wake of Beth's entrance, unselfishly Hannah lifted her tits away, Matthew's shaft standing tall. The huge breasts were quickly replaced by a tiny brown hand, taking a good firm grip on the shaft.

Shuffling up on to her knees next to him, Beth rested her chin on top of his head, rubbing her pert tits in his face. The brown nipples looked delectable, as pronounced as American Hard Gums as they brushed over his nose. Growling, Matthew's lips locked around the right teat, sucking with urgency as Beth arched and ran her tremulous fingers through his hair. Her other hand continued to stroke her brother's cock lovingly, the head slick with precum.

As he watched from the couch in Manila, Matthew recalled with relish Beth's taste as their tongues danced. He licked his lips and gave his hard cock a purposeful tug, imagining it was Beth's hand instead. Watching the recording of that awesome last night in England came as close to actually being there as was possible. Up and down the shaft his fist pistoned, causing Matthew to groan, his eyes glued to the TV screen. At this rate with all the red hot action, he wasn't going to last long.

Onscreen, across the bed from he and Beth, Hannah pushed her round backside higher towards Amy, the younger girl holding her fingers and thumb perfectly still so that they screwed deeper into wet pussy and tight arse. Hannah gyrated, frigging herself senseless, the sound of slurping cunt and fervent moaning filling the room. Writhing around like a grounded eel, one hand slapped the bed as the other reached for Matthew's inner thigh. Moving higher, Hannah's hand wrapped around Beth's, the pair giving his cock a good dual tug.

If he hadn't been there, Matthew wouldn't have believed things could get any hotter, but they could – tenfold. Movement at the bedroom door signalled Meg's entrance, gliding over silently to take up a position the other side of her brother and shimmying out of her nightdress. They too kissed long and hard, savouring the taste, hands rubbing arms. They locked tight for over a minute, sucking the air out of each other's lungs. Breathlessly they pulled apart, gazing dreamily at one another.

Matthew barely had time to draw further breath when covetously Beth reclaimed her brother's mouth and his attention. Once more he found his tongue wrapped around Beth's, its lush pinkness in contrast to the brown lips. Not to be left out, Meg adjusted position, kissing all the way down Matthew's strong chest and belly before angling to take the head of his cock in her lips. Feeling the soft warmth of Meg's mouth wrap around the bloated knob, Matthew moaned back lustfully into Beth's mouth as he pawed at her tits purposefully. He was in heaven.

An adept cocksucker, Meg took things steadily, anxious for Matthew to savour the moment. Administering the utmost oral pleasure, her practised mouth devoured his pained erection inch by inch by inch. Sucking and licking the whole way down, obscene amounts of saliva bathed the shaft, pooling in the pubic fringe. Matthew didn't think it was possible to produce so much spittle but Meg had different ideas. And the whole thing was captured expertly by Amy who seemed to have developed a sixth sense for pointing the lens in the right place at the right time. Up and down bobbed Meg's head, Matthew's cock tip nudging her throat.

The scene on the TV as hot as hell, unsurprisingly it quickly proved too much for the mesmerised observer in Manila as he slapped his cock with carefree abandon. Grunting, Matthew felt the seed rise swiftly from his balls, that familiar tingle and spurting out of the eye and looping onto his belly of spunk to form a sticky puddle. Continuing to stroke, he elicited three more copious loads, his belly swimming with seed. Regrettably, there were no hungry little mouths around to help clean up so Matthew groped aside for the Kleenex box. He had a funny feeling the tissues might not last long. Lying back, chest heaving and breath racing, he pressed the stop button on the DVD to save the remainder for later.




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After a good five minutes spent collecting his breath on the couch, standing a little unsteadily Matthew wandered towards the kitchen, grabbing an ice-cold coke from the fridge and swigging generously. Continuing on, he opened the double doors that led on to the balcony. Smack in the centre of the financial sector, huge office blocks were dotted with light against the black skyline like something out of a movie. Somewhere beyond them, the ocean stretched out like a huge oil slick. And on the other side – the other side of the world – was his family. He brushed away a tear of remorse.

With fifteen minutes of staring into space and reflecting dolefully on his solitude having elapsed, Matthew issued a deep sigh. The coke bottle empty, thoughts of what was left on the DVD sprung immediately to mind, causing a little life to work its way back into his flaccid cock. Glancing down he watched it rise against the crotch of the joggers. Returning to the lounge, he pressed play before settling down once more.

* * *

Getting cramp in her embedded fingers, Amy pulled them out of her mother's cunt and arse with a discernible sucking sound. Unplugged, excess pussy juice trickled its way down Hannah's inner thighs. Her arsehole was all red and swollen and puckered. Turning the cam on herself, Amy made sure to record the devouring of her own fingers AND thumb for Matthew's later pleasure. "Oh mummy you taste awesome," she enthused.

The visual had the desired effect on Matthew for once again in Manila he took a firm grip on his shaft. Unbelievably, and despite having shed a wad of hot seed not twenty minutes earlier, he was as hard as ever. Building a steady rhythm his fist blurred once more as the events onscreen thundered towards their incredible climax.

Anxious not to miss any of the action, Amy turned the lens back on the others. Hannah posed and blew a bee-stung kiss before spreading breadth-wise across the bed, parting her thighs, her knees overhanging the side. Amy moved with her mother, squatting on her knees on the carpet and focusing between the older woman's legs. Amy was so close it appeared as if the lens might disappear up her mother's sopping wet gaping vagina. Onscreen, the entire picture on the widescreen TV was filled with 40 inches of pink, shaven and sticky cunt. Matthew could almost smell and taste it.

As if on cue with her mother in that position, Jo entered the fray, sneaking into the bedroom clad in burgundy pyjamas. Observing everyone else's nudity, quickly she shed the jammies, her shapely breasts standing proud. Magnetised to her mother's inviting cunt, the elder girl dropped to her knees on the carpet. After a playful nuzzling of her mother's inner thighs, Jo buried her face in the older woman's moist pussy. Hannah slapped the bed once more as Jo's talented tongue licked its way from top to bottom, the tip slipping inside. Hannah's other hand took a firm grip in Jo's spiky hair, holding the girl firmly in place and drawing her deeper.

Using her own fingers expertly, Jo prised apart her mother's pussy lips, enabling her tongue to delve deeper yet. Hannah groaned and writhed as if trying to wriggle away from a hot poker. Unrelenting, Jo honed in on the swollen clit, mashing it in her lips. Sucking purposefully, she pushed the older woman to the verge of orgasm. A volley of tongue lashes and Hannah was tipped over the edge. Gushing endlessly, her juices coated Jo's chin, glistening as she emerged for air with a wicked grin. "You're such a filthy slut, mother," Jo observed, patting Hannah's quivering cunt. "Now give me some of the same."

With that they swapped positions, Jo moving onto the bed and pulling her mother's face to her sweet young pussy. Dutifully Amy undertook a circuit of the bed, ensuring to capture mother and daughter in the foreground with her three siblings providing an awesome backdrop. Determined to miss none of the highlights, this recording would be Matthew's reward for the past few days.

At the head of the bed, having spent a good five minutes trying to suck Matthew's cock off as if it were a stick of rock candy, Meg emerged for air. Matthew's cock was utterly drenched in saliva. More dribble ran from both sides of his sister's mouth as she grinned.

Beth uncoupled from her brother too, a pose and pout for Amy's camera before turning around to face away from Matthew, squatting above his rampant cock with her back to him. Amy lay flat on the bed, focusing on the junction of Matthew's knob and Beth's labia that seemed to pucker as contact was made. Lowering slowly, Beth impaled on the concrete hard cock, an Oscar-winning shot captured by Amy as the thick length of prime white meat penetrated the gorgeous sopping wet brown cunt. The lips stretched pronouncedly as they enveloped the invading shaft, causing Beth to let out a shrill cry. Relaxing, she allowed Matthew to ease up and fill her tight young vagina. "Oh Matthew, such a big hard cock," Beth drooled as her belly sank to rest upon Matthew's. "Oh fuck, yesssssss," she hissed.

"Save some for me," pleaded an envious Meg, lying back to take pleasure into her own hands. "We need three more Matthews!"

"Five more!" added Jo, grinding her teeth and staring at the ceiling as her cunt was slurped by her mother.

Behind the camera, poor Amy had her work cut out to capture it all, flicking from the copulating siblings and ensuring to record the moment Matthew's cock disappeared completely inside Beth, to their mother eating out her daughter with passion, to Meg spreading her cunt lips wide and burying four fingers inside, frigging herself vigorously.

The teen came to an executive decision to concentrate on Matthew and Beth ho made a gorgeous looking couple. If ever there were advert for the joys of interracial love this was it. She had her back to his chest, head lolling to one side as he sucked and bit at her neck. Overflowing with desire, he reached around to cup her pert young tits as she moved up and down in a steady rhythm on his rock hard appendage.

On first glance, Beth's groans of lust were perhaps a little theatrical, produced specially for the camera, pornstar-style. Yet the more Matthew watched, the more he came to believed perhaps that they carried more than a tiny air of authenticity. The girl clearly loved stiff cock up her tight pussy.

Soon Matthew was getting busy too to satiate his desire, meeting her downward motions with strong upward ones, his buttocks bouncing on the springy bed and driving his cock deep into her cervix. The slap of flesh filled the room, whilst an aroma of aroused cunt nipped at their nostrils. "Fuck me Matthew!" commanded Beth through gritted teeth.

On the couch in Manila, despite the fact he'd been there and engaged in it, Matthew could still barely believe his eyes. This surpassed any porn movie he'd ever seen and he could already feel the onset of other orgasm. Pumping from the buttocks on the couch, he fucked his clenched hand, striving to replicate what he was doing to Beth on the TV. 

Indeed, his cock was ripping into her young cunt, almost tearing her apart but still she craved more. "Fuck me harder, Matthew, yesssssss, oh God yes..." she wailed as he slammed as hard as he could.

In the doorway, seen only to Matthew at first over Beth's shoulder, little redhead Alice appeared, framed in golden light. Her mouth fell immediately agape at the incredible scene, dropping further still when she felt huge-titted shopgirl Alison press up behind. The last to be woken also by the sound of hard fucking, the screaming and the painfully creaking bed, neither was about to let the taboo nature of the couplings impinge on her pleasure. Matthew had a full house of female flesh on his final night. Soon Alison had lifted Alice's nightdress and was rubbing the younger girl's tiny tits vigorously as they watched from the fringes.

Aware of what was taking place all around the room, Amy was presented with a real dilemma. How could she hope to capture it all? Matthew and Beth were fucking like rabbits, so hard it looked as if Matthew's cock might snap off at any moment, Meg was masturbating with almost her entire hand up her pussy, mummy Hannah was mashing her face into Jo's cunt and Alison was stroking Alice's girlish body seductively. It was an impossible task to know which way to turn and Amy found herself dizzy with trying.

Seizing control like a proficient director should, Amy waved her hands animatedly, ordering everyone to stop momentarily and to congregate on the bed within the camera's range. It was a squeeze and there were bodies everywhere and limbs locked but they just about succeeded. Sensing an opportunity, Meg utilised her seniority among the sorority to reclaim Matthew's cock from Beth. She craved a good hard cock up inside her like nothing else.

Matthew lay back and allowed his eldest sister to straddle and press down hard on his concrete-hard erection. Unlike Beth she faced him, her tits moving snugly into his raised palms. Beth moved to squat over his face so that the pair of sisters faced one another. Soaking wet from the good fucking Matthew had just administered, Beth found herself slippery and on the verge of orgasm. Writhing on her brother's face, her cunt leaked all over his lips and chin as he tried to lick.

Leaning in, the pretty half-caste exchanged a steamy kiss with Meg, the pair moaning into one another's mouths as their brother's cock and tongue worked them into a frenzied state. Beth's intoxicating juices swirled on his tongue in reams and Matthew fought not to choke as the liquid trickled down his throat. Deftly lifting his tongue to Beth's quivering clit, he administered a good lashing. It took little more than half a dozen purposeful licks to start the little brown beauty wailing manically and slip-sliding on his face. The orgasm that crashed through her body as she held in place caused Matthew to lose consciousness momentarily as gush after gush of cunt juice sprayed his tongue.

Down below, Meg continued to bounce up and down on his shaft with wild abandon, craving what Beth had just experienced. As Beth slid off and collapsed among the pillows, her pussy thronging, Meg took sole charge of her brother and his wonderful cock. Lying flat to his chest as he pumped upward from the buttocks, she pushed downward. Their nipples pressed and their tongues crashed together, causing both to gasp.

Yet if that was hot, the liaison to outdo all liaisons had erupted just across the bed. It caused Amy's eyes to bulge as she veered away from Matthew and Meg, determined to capture the unbelievable scene. Her mother Hannah and the shopgirl Alison had moved together to squeeze their massive tits around Jo's head. It was caught in between the flesh like a trapped animal. Jo looked close to suffocating as the fleshy mounds engulfed and slapped her cheeks. The sound that slipped from her lips sounded something like 'blob-a-lob-a-lob' as she was cushioned then crushed from both sides.

Not to be left out, cute little redhead Alice made herself useful by sliding beneath Amy to give the thus far deprived cameragirl a good wet tongue-lashing. With supreme composure, despite feeling the roving tongue close to her engorged clit, Amy tilted the camcorder to capture the shot from above. It made for an awesome aerial view. "Mmm Alice you filthy slut," she drooled. "Look Matthew," she commentated to the screen, knowing he'd be watching avidly in Manila, "this dirty little whore is eating my pussy...ohhhhhhh."

Having somehow managed to emerge from the tit mangling intact, Jo stretched across the bed to be licked out simultaneously by her mother Hannah and her lover Alison. Occasionally they'd turn to kiss, sharing the juices that were seeping from Jo's overworked cunt like a faulty tap. Jo's hands clenched at the bed covers so tightly it was a wonder she didn't rip them to shreds as slap, slap, slap rang out the two eager tongues on her delicious pussy.

Alongside, and in a demonstration of incredible stamina, Matthew made Meg cum hard before he did, her body going into uncontrollable spasms as she ground her pussy into his pubes. They stayed conjoined for thirty seconds, hearts pounding into one another's chests. Matthew watched the others over Meg's shoulder as his cock slipped free of her cunt and ran up the groove of her arse.

The free cock a precious commodity, Alice was upon it within seconds, cleaning Meg's copious amounts of honey from the shaft with an eager tongue. Meg jinked as the chestnut beauty's tongue nudged her arse knot. Yet the eldest sister was spent, collapsing on the pillows with Beth, the pair fanning one another and exchanging butterfly kisses as they watched the others at play.

Matthew and Alice moved into a position whereby Matthew was able to give her face a good hard fucking, ramming into her throat with purposeful thrusts whilst taking a firm grip of her ginger hair. He pumped back and forth in an unrelenting manner, making her gag and splutter. When she tried to pull away he merely tightened the grip in her hair, determined to fuck her face till he came. In and out he thrust, balls bashing her chin. Alice groaned as Meg and Beth reached over, toying with her arse and pussy with their fingers. Once more Amy was on hand to record it all.

Breathing deeply, Matthew would undoubtedly have cum in Alice's mouth had he not caught sight of his mother's arse wiggling provocatively. He was like a man possessed, craving hot new experiences and grudgingly abandoning Alice to Meg and Beth's tender care. Soon their fingers had Alice screaming in pleasure as she too earned a well-deserved orgasm.

Bent over the bed, Hannah sucked in air as the spongy cock tip grazed her cunt, glancing around to espy Matthew taking up a position behind. Yet despite its appeal, it wasn't that particular hole that her son had in mind. Angling the tip, he aimed higher, nestling in the brown anal ring. A combination of Amy's earlier loosening with her thumb and a generous lube courtesy of Alice's mouth, the bulbous head worked its way into the implausibly tight opening with a plop. Hannah wailed, burying her face deep between Jo's legs to muffle the sound of her squeals. Seeing what was happening, Meg and Beth pushed up on their knees, animated and clapping like excited seals. "Matthew is going to fuck mummy's bottie..."

Matthew issued a grin before pushing forward with intent. It was an effort and somewhat painful too but the little hole slowly began to yield unwillingly, causing Hannah to cry out. Exchanging glances, Meg and Beth moved quickly to their mother's pussy to offer succour. Meg drove her fingers in and out of the crack with purpose whilst Beth teased the clit with her tongue tip. As Matthew's cock head disappeared in the ring, he took a breath and a moment to compose, allowing his mother brief respite.

Even Amy got in on the act, giggling delightfully as the camcorder recorded everything. Reaching across with her free hand, she pinched her mother's near nipple that had inflated to the size and hardness of an acorn beneath an obscenely hanging udder-like breast. Hannah almost passed out. "Come for us mummy," she appealed.

Sensing that this had become an exclusively family affair, Alice and Alison tactfully retreated to the head of the bed, fondling one another's pussies as they viewed from the pillows. Yet soon they too were caught up in the hedonism, making love and clinched in the '69' position as Hannah's five children took their mother on the path to orgasm.

With a giant heave that brought a tear to his eye, Matthew buried the entire shaft in his mother's arsehole, balls dangling near her pussy. Blowing long and hard as its clenched walls almost strangled the shaft, Matthew retracted carefully. For Hannah it felt like her insides were being ripped out. Yet she was growing to love every minute of the arse-fucking. Raising her juice-drenched face from Jo's cunt momentarily, Hannah appealed: "Oh Matthew honey, fuck mummy's arse, fuck it baby..."

Hands gripping her hips, Matthew eased back until the shaft was free, just the tip embedded. Stealing another deep breath he drove forward with vigour, burying to the balls once more. Hannah howled as her arse tunnel was ploughed, having rarely felt so full in her entire life. Simultaneously, Meg's fingers and Beth's tongue lapped and strummed between her legs, bringing pleasure like an analgesic.

Soon though, as the older woman relaxed, it all became pleasure. Gaining confidence and having worked an opening, Matthew was able to embark upon a steady rhythm, his cock moving in and out free from friction. Brought to the precipice, Hannah could barely contain herself, the knock-on effect of her face in Jo's cunt bringing the younger woman to a shuddering climax. Her cunt was dripping. Immediately she rolled to Alison, allowing her lover to sup up the honey then share it with Alice. As Matthew pumped with vigour and the girl's worked her pussy over, Hannah too let go, screaming as she came hard on Beth's tongue.

Growing heady and realising he was close, Matthew groaned. He'd been fucking so long he imagined the spurt was going to be the biggest yet. He could hold on longer. "I'm cumming," he hissed, pulling out suddenly. "Who wants it?"

Amy was first on the scene as Matthew grunted and unleashed a thick rope of cum. It hit the teenager square in the face, stretching diagonally from jaw to hairline. Turning, Matthew was able to direct a second wave at Beth who had her mouth open like a baby bird. She caught the spurt on her tongue, lips clamped shut and smiling covetously as she swallowed. A third lash hit Meg, her tongue flicking out like a chameleon's to lap it up. A sharing sort, the eldest sister hovered above Jo at let the ball of cum and her saliva fall into her mouth in a thick globule. Jo in turn passed the cocktail to her mother's mouth.

Matthew gasped as in Manila he shot so hard the lasso of cum hit his chin. Lying back he fell into a deep sleep on the couch as the DVD played out and went fuzzy.

* * *

Two days later Matthew walked into the reception area of Tino Sala's solicitors' practice in Makati to be greeted by a pretty young Filipino girl whose desk tag read 'Heather'. She phoned up and the pair exchanged sneaked glances throughout the five minutes it took Tino to get down from the tenth floor. Other than Mae-Lin, Matthew had yet to experience a Filipino. There was no doubting he could use the companionship. Tino's arrival marked his departure, a lingering look from Heather as he stepped in the elevator. "I bet you want know how much you worth," Tino chuckled as they walked into his office.

Matthew tried outwardly to maintain an air of disinterest though deep down he was intrigued. Well who wouldn't be in his position? Two decades as a property developer working all the hours God gave would have surely amounted to a pretty sum.

"Your father left cash assets just short of quarter million dollars," Tino confirmed.

Matthew nodded.

"But here's best part. Before his death he invest heavily in the development of the marina. Ryder Tower is due for completion in 2007. Will take care of you rest your life, Matthew."

Ryder Tower, Matthew liked the sound of that.

Tino went on to explain that it was a 24-apartment luxury complex with its own gym and conference rooms being built to attract the island's highest flyers. Matthew could undoubtedly expect rent for the rest of his life: close on a million dollars a year. If ever there was an incentive to stay in the Philippines this was it – Ryder Tower. He could even take his own apartment and escape the claustrophobia of the city centre. Yet Matthew had other priorities. "The girl downstairs on reception..." he began.

"Heather?" replied Tino quizzically. "You like?"

Matthew nodded reticently. "Could you, um, could you fix me a date with her?"




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Tino's face clouded. "Nah, you not want to go out with her, she common. Tino set you up with hot law school student, or a young lady doctor. Heather from poor background, she not right for you, Matthew. Her mother and father die, she work to support her three young sisters."

Matthew's ears pricked up at the revelation. "Please Tino."

"Okay Matthew, I hosting a dinner party for some work colleagues at my apartment tomorrow night. I invite Heather you come, yes?"

Matthew smiled. "It'd be my pleasure."

"But I invite Connie Truong too, she highflying young lawyer. You tell me I'm wrong, Matthew that fair enough."

"Okay, deal," Matthew agreed.

The limousine took him home and he sat down to watch the DVD once more. Maybe if things worked out he'd give Manila a go. If not, there were always other options.

*

Many thanks to those who continue to post comments and that have inspired this tale to keep running. Let me know if you want to hear any of Matthew's further adventures. I think there might just be one more chapter in the saga...



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Matthew Ryder sat in the lounge of the plush Makati apartment, contemplating the future – both near and far. With early evening approaching, the invite to lawyer Tino Sala's dinner party occupied his mind. Not the most gregarious or outgoing of young men, his father's cosseting of the growing lad for two decades was primarily to blame.

Indeed, socialising was a somewhat alien concept to Matthew. At least it had been, until the recent spell in England brought him right out of his shell. But now, away from the bosom of his family and back in familiar yet unfamiliar territory, he'd quickly receded to the Matthew of old.

And there were more far-reaching dilemmas for the young man. As the days passed, he found himself torn between making a go of it in Manila where he had roots, property and security and returning home to England where he had four lovely sisters and a loving mother but little else of tangible value.

And he could be fairly certain his four sisters wouldn't be around forever. They had their own lives to live. He could uproot back to England only to find they had boyfriends – or in Jo's case a girlfriend. Not of course that he could stand in their way. But unless there was some guarantee that every week would be like the one he'd just spent, he was reluctant to make the commitment. And the chances of them relocating in the Philippines were slim. England was their home and they loved it there.

Glancing around the apartment, Matthew issued an elongated sigh as one problem after another presented itself. A further consequence of his father's passing away was the cessation of employment of long time housekeeper Mae-Lin. It had been her choice, not Matthew's, who'd have happily kept her on, the decision facilitated by becoming the beneficiary of $20,000 from the old man's estate, a grand for each year of her employment. A nice windfall, it would enable Mae-Lin to live out a comfortable and perhaps overdue retirement. Yet judging on the state of the apartment, it was no help to Matthew who needed to find a replacement quick.

And then there was his immediate financial future. A quarter of a million dollars was fantastic for a twenty-year old to inherit but there were bills to pay, taxes to meet and other financial penalties. Besides which it wouldn't last forever. He could do with a new car, there was work needing doing around the apartment and he ought to take care of his four sisters. The stark reality for Matthew was he needed to find a job, and fast. And the longer he left it, the less inclined he'd be.

But, for now, there were more immediate pressing matters at hand, a combination of trepidation at facing an unfamiliar crowd mixed with the fear of the possibility of unrequited lust. A long hot and relaxing soak in the bathtub helped to wash away some of the apprehension and a more confident character emerged from the bathroom. Posing before the full length mirror in the bedroom and adjusting the bow tie, Matthew resembled a young James Bond in the black tuxedo. He turned aside in profile, closed an eye and held his thumb and forefinger in a gun shape. Heather couldn't fail to be impressed by him, could she?

A warm balmy evening, he elected to walk to Tino's apartment that stood on the marina, a stone's throw from the work-in-progress that would become Ryder Tower over the next year or so. For now, it was a rubble building site surrounding a mesh of scaffolding and plastic that protected the metal and concrete skeleton from the elements. It was amazing to think that its completion would eventually ensure his financial future.

Deliberately late in arriving, the uneasy young man was anxious to avoid being sucked into small talk or worse, out of his depth swamped in legal mumbo-jumbo. Yet the ploy had the reverse effect, his arrival immediately conferring upon him the unwanted role of the centre of attention. They were all anxious to pass on their condolences and wish him well for the future, speaking in tongues till his head was swimming. Thankfully dinner arrived and they could fill their mouths with food instead of homilies.

A small but select crowd, Tino had invited two fellow partners in the law firm, accompanied by their wives. In addition two young legal executives, one male, one female also represented the law firm. There was a respected yet crusty old judge and his equally crusty wife in attendance, the pair looking eighty if they were a day. A business associate that, it transpired, had known Matthew's father had been invited along too, with pretty receptionist and potentiallove interest Heather making up the numbers. Matthew's early reservations were soon swept away on account of a deep swig of wine, followed quickly by another, and the favourable seating arrangements.

Tino had ensured to place his new best client next to Heather who was looking utterly beguiling. Her outfit was simple: a one-piece white summer dress with a red and green flower print pattern that hung off the shoulder. Knotted at the apex of her breasts, it flared at the knee. She had elected to put her mane of dark hair up, held in place by two chopstick-like implements. Remembering his manners, Matthew eased back the chair for her to sit, rewarded with a reticent smile.

Immediately across the rectangular table, in direct competition, was sat highflying legal executive Connie Truong. Heather's opposite in more ways than one, her green chiffon gown screamed designer opulence. Her long flowing hair worn down the neck and back, Connie was the epitome of a strong-willed Filipina woman making a mark in this male orientated profession. Caught in the crossfire of conversation, Matthew felt a warm inner glow as each young woman seemed to vie for his attention between mouthfuls. Why he had ever worried, God only knew.

Occasionally he'd glance up to see Tino grinning from the head of table. The introduction of sex kitten Connie into the equation had given Matthew a real dilemma. 5'2 in high heels, she was pencil slim and exuded confidence, the sort of girl that knew what she wanted and more importantly how to get it. Ultra-competitive in nature, she was quick to pick up upon Heather's paucity of etiquette and uncomplicated demeanour, using it to put the other girl firmly in her place. Matthew really felt for poor Heather who was way out of her depth though he was impressed at the dignity with which she handled herself. She was simplicity personified.

Connie, on the other hand, was a true enigma, verging on the schizophrenic. She reminded him of Lucy Liu's character in Ally McBeal, a real firebrand. When she wasn't toying with Matthew or verbally jousting and bitching with Heather, Connie would flirt unsubtly with the ancient judge who sat to her right.

It was true what they said about power, it was the ultimate aphrodisiac, though Matthew was not without appeal, with looks to go with the bank account-to-be. For Connie would have done her homework.

Thankfully for Matthew there was Johnny Frio to his left to diffuse the overwhelming sexual tension and catty asides. A thoroughly engaging man in his fifties with an infectious passion for live, he claimed to have known Matthew's father for well over a decade. As the wine flowed, so did the anecdotes, becoming ever more daring. The stories left Matthew both amused and dumbfounded in equal measure. Unbeknown to the young man, his father had been something of a player with the ladies over the years. Perhaps that was where Matthew's own latent sexual proclivity that had been unleashed in England came from.

Yet it was another side to the multi-faceted Johnny that intrigued Matthew the most. A surveillance expert by occupation, he'd spent his working life among cameras, newfangled gadgetry and hidden lenses. He claimed to have caught more philandering husbands and wives than the Manila angling industry had caught fish. Since Matthew himself had aspirations to be a computer and techno wizard, not to mention his passion for watching, they found themselves getting along like lifelong buddies.

Taking the young man aside after pudding had been served and brandy was being passed around, Johnny made a disclosure that caused the younger man's jaw to drop. Apparently, prior to his death Matthew's father had been contemplating taking a stake in the business. He'd had enough of the high speed and cut-throat world of property development and wanted out before it killed him, he'd said. Sadly he hadn't done so soon enough. Out of respect, the pair exchanged purse-lipped, dewy-eyed expressions.

Yet Matthew's mind was firmly in the present and the future, not the past. He wondered out loud whether the opportunity still existed. Johnny's eyes sparkled. "I hoping you say that, Matthew. I plan retire next five years. I no sons and heirs, need go-getter to carry on business when I'm gone."

"That's me," replied Matthew assuredly.

Johnny smiled. "We get together next week, yah, discuss things?"

Matthew nodded enthusiastically. There was no denying he needed something to occupy his time until Ryder Tower was up and running. This sounded exactly the type of business venture he could throw his enthusiasm behind. As he mulled over the possibilities, Johnny gestured him closer. "What you think this is?" he enquired, holding between his thumb and forefinger what looked like a black sequin off a dress.

Matthew shrugged his shoulders and Johnny's eyes lit up like someone who had a real passion for what he did. Leaning right up close he cupped a hand around Matthew's ear and whispered: "It's hidden camera."

Matthew's exhaled deeply. That tiny speck was a camera?

"Okay Matthew, hold out your hand."

The wide-eyed youngster obliged, twisting his wrist and allowing Johnny to place the almost inconspicuous disc in his palm. Immediately it turned from its original black to a matching Caucasian hue, virtually disappearing before his eyes. "Heat sensitive, you see," Johnny clarified with a grin. "It take on appearance of whatever it placed upon."

"Wow! No shit!"

Johnny sniggered like Muttley. Looking around for potential eavesdroppers, the surveillance expert once again whispered directly into Matthew's ear. "Earlier in evening I slip one of these on Connie's suspender belt."

Matthew spluttered the wine back in the glass. He had a funny feeling the two of them were going to get along just fine. It was strange, all these wonderful friends his father had, like Johnny and Tino, and he'd been as cold in life as he was in death.

Reaching inside his jacket pocket, Johnny removed a sleek black device that resembled a hi-tech mobile phone. Switching on, the front panel illuminated in green and red though the screen was initially fuzzy and unrevealing. Sensing the reason why, the pair glanced down the room and through a set of double doors to the lounge where Connie sat alone on the couch, her knees pressed tightly together. Just then they were passed by the doddery old judge who issued a nod of acknowledgement before heading off in Connie's direction. "Hello my dear," he heralded before she helped him sit down.

Matthew glanced around guiltily, searching out Heather. The last thing he wanted was to be caught as a Peeping Tom. Thankfully she was with a group of women, still at the table and chatting merrily, busily engaged. She did, however, find time to issue a warm smile his way, but made no move to come join him. Perfect.

A few minutes passed as Connie and the judge engaged in conversation before the legal executive moved for the first time. No more than a shift of the backside, the hidden camera picked up the briefest flash of thigh and a hint of pink thong. The aged judge leaned forward and glanced up the room, espying his wife gathered with the other women, safely out of sight. He and Connie were alone in the lounge and evidently she realised it too. Reaching aside, she lifted a cushion onto her lap, upon which a set of legal papers from the judge's pocket was unfolded. To anyone happening to enter the room, it would appear the pair of were discussing the latest developments in the judicial world.

Unbeknown to the pair, Matthew's and Johnny's eyes were locked to the screen. As Connie parted her thighs, the concealed camera picked up with picture perfect clarity the legal executive's soft inner thighs and the whole crotch of the pink thong. They exchanged wide-eyes glances as a decrepit hand moved into view. Shielded underneath the cushion, a set of spindly fingers raked at the flesh of the thigh, the screen darkening momentarily as the judge's palm caressed the suspender belt to which the camera was attached.

From their standpoint twenty feet away, Matthew and Johnny could hear quite audibly Connie's gasp as the judge's roving fingers found their way upward to the front of her crotch. Angling his hand, the filthy old pervert pressed the thong fibre into the crack of what appeared to be an extremely juicy and highly aroused cunt. Connie purred and arched her back to try to get more digit inside, prevented by the nylon barrier.

Shifting position once more, the gown rode up her thighs as she hooked her thumbs through the waistbands at the sides of the thong. The judge uttered indecipherable mumblings as his bony fingers prodded the dampening crotch. Drawing the thong down her upper thighs, as it moved towards the camera the screen went fuzzy momentarily and Matthew couldn't help but sneak a peek over. As he did, Connie slid the thong down a pair of angular calves and off the end of her toes.

Reaching down to the floor with considerable effort, the ancient yet enthusiastic judge gathered up the triangular garment. A quick press of the moist gusset to his hangdog face as if inhaling from an oxygen tank, he groaned his approval before the thong was quickly secreted in a jacket pocket for later usage.

With the nylon barrier removed, the upshot was that Matthew and Johnny now had an unrestricted view of Connie's delicious pussy on the screen. Cleanly waxed, the puffy lips glistened with specks of arousal. The camera was so close it was possible to make out little bubbles of cum fizzing just inside the luscious pink folds.

Growling beneath his breath, the judge slid a hand up Connie's thigh once more. This time he enjoyed an unbarred fondle. The aroused twenty-two-year old quivered at the touch as those rogue fingertips toyed with the slippery slit and stretched the outer lips apart. Grunting his approval, the judge pushed upward, an index finger nestling inside the gorgeously tight yet malleable twat. A discreet glance over, Matthew noted the naughty legal executive close her eyes and nibble her bottom lip as her cunt hole was plugged with a twig-like finger. With a dexterity that belied his years, the judge prodded and probed like a true pro, embedding the whole digit in wet twat.

Yet it needed help from the middle and ring finger to stretch Connie's crack discernibly. As Matthew shot intermittent glances, he saw the old boy start to slobber on Connie's neck, mumbling obscenities and seeming uninhibited by the threat of discovery. Matthew couldn't be entirely sure whether she was allowing it to happen for sexual gratification or as some kind of potential leg-up the legal ladder. Matthew suspected the latter which was in keeping with what he'd gleaned of Connie during their short introduction. Either way, as the judge thrust with purpose up into the spread love tunnel, she came with an enormous gasp that carried across the lounge. On the screen her juices bubbled and fizzed in the crack, some of the cunt honey dribbling onto the tops of her thighs.

The host's approach brought to an end the sideshow. Johnny switched off and slipped the receiver inside his jacket pocket, standing with hands in front of crotch like a guilty schoolboy. "We discuss business next week, yah Matthew?"

"Oh definitely," the young man enthused, shifting position to cover his own erection.

"What you two up to?" enquired Tino.

"We just picking up where Matthew's father left off," replied Johnny.

Matthew nodded in concurrence.

"You watch Johnny, yah," observed Tino with a grin. "He get you in trouble if you not careful, Matthew."

Oh I sincerely hope so, the young man thought.

Tino also brought to an end Connie and the judge's games. Grinning, the old pervert lifted the three juice-laden digits to his lips and sucked longingly, mouthing his approval. Connie elevated from the couch and sashayed away, brushing past Matthew with a guilty expression and heading for the bathroom. He liked to imagine that, in the wake of the judge's spindly fingering, her pussy was nice and ready for a thick cock.

Imbued with sufficient verve from having downed three-quarters of a bottle of wine, Matthew moved off in pursuit, only to catch Heather's appealing look out of the corner of his eye. She smiled sweetly, leaving him in a quandary as Connie's legs disappeared up the stairs. Turning on his heels, Matthew approached the pretty receptionist instead, taking a seat. Like good dutiful Filipinas, the other women quickly dispersed leaving the young pair alone at the table. "Sorry I go soon, Matthew," Heather apologised and immediately he began to regret the choice

Attempting to salvage the situation he leant over and whispered in her ear: "I'm getting a little bored too. Would you allow me to walk you home?"

Heather turned slightly so that her ear brushed his nose. Without thought Matthew kissed the lobe tenderly, feeling the girl's body quiver and hearing a tiny whimper fall from her lips. Moving down and driven on by dutch courage, he butterfly-kissed along her soft neck before pulling away, looking rather sheepish. "Sorry, I don't know what came over me."

Heather smiled and held a finger to his lip. Taking his hand in hers she squeezed it gently. "Thank you for offering walk me home, only I no able to accept your offer."

Matthew fought to dispel a huge look of disappointment. Upstairs the toilet flushed as Heather clarified: "You see Matthew, I not rich girl like Connie. I live other side of city. I get taxi home, yah."

Matthew issued a smile of relief. It wasn't a brush-off as he'd first feared. "Leave it to me."

A quick word with Tino and a phonecall later, the limousine was waiting outside. Heather looked over, stunned and embarrassed but climbed in nonetheless as Matthew held open the door. As she waved goodbye animatedly to the remaining guests, Matthew caught Connie's bemused gaze, trying to convince himself that it was the right decision. After all, Heather was bubbly and fun, coy and demure all at the same time, whereas Connie was little more than a self-promoting slut. Not that that was without appeal, but...

During the journey they chatted breathlessly. When Heather enquired of his family, Matthew told her of his sisters in England and how he missed him. As they swapped experiences, it struck him how much they had in common. Both her parents had died prematurely, swept away in one of the tsunamis that tend to strike the islands once a decade. And though his mother was alive, she was on the other side of the world. Heather issued a consolatory smile before revealing details of her nearest and dearest. "The twins, Mia and Tia, they just turn eighteen though they still no find work," she imparted with regret. "And Elise, she seventeen and still at school, but not for much longer. She too struggle to find work I fear."

Matthew issued an inward sigh of appreciation at the revelation – the trio sounded scrum-diddly-umptious – before it was stifled by Heather's lips. Mmm, he'd definitely made the right decision. As she pulled away she confided: "I wanted do that all evening, Matthew."

Matthew lolled back breathless in the voluminous seat as the limousine proceeded through the streets and into a quarter of Manila his father had warned him to avoid. Working girls hung around on street corners and teenaged tearaways revved bike engines. Hopefully the limousine was bullet-proof. "It not so bad as it look," Heather defended.




Horny Little Women Ch. 08



They pulled up outside a ramshackle bungalow on the outskirts and kissed once more before Heather eased him away. "Thank you Matthew for bring me home safely. I no want disturb my sisters so I no ask you in."

As the powerful engine rumbled to a halt, the front door opened a crack and the curtains twitched. "Looks like they've already been disturbed," Matthew observed wryly.

Heather smiled uneasily. "You know what young girls are like..."

Matthew did, only too well: Meg, Jo, Beth and Amy were testament to a young girl's curiosity. And from the looks of things, these three girls were a pretty little bunch also. One had fearlessly ventured onto the step in her nightgown to check on the big car and Heather's latest suitor.

"I have early start in morning," contested Heather. "Sorry Matthew."

Matthew was disappointed though not inconsolably so particularly when she suggested sheepishly: "Perhaps we meet for lunch tomorrow? You come into office, yah?"

He agreed and they exchanged a parting peck before her generously proportioned bum bobbled down the path. How Matthew could tear off that dress and fuck her hard. Shooing a giggly little sister inside, she disappeared and Matthew asked the driver to take him home.

Thankfully all was not lost and there was still the webcam in the apartment to satiate his lust. It wasn't the same as being there – by any stretch of the imagination – but at least it meant they could stay in contact.

It had been Beth's bright idea in the first place and so far she'd been the main user. Dazzling her brother with slow seductive stripteases or regaling him with erotic tales, Matthew had soon found himself masturbating with wild abandon on the other side of the screen. Eventually she'd done the same, slamming those dainty brown fingers up that beautiful hot cunt with purpose, reliving their times together, until both had exploded in shattering orgasms.

Meg had been more strait-laced during her one and only webcast, a sign perhaps that she was either guiltstruck over their incestuous liaisons or that she'd found someone else. She didn't say as much, chatting about her day and all manner of silly stuff, but Matthew was perceptive. He suspected she and her work colleague Marco were more than just friends. Nonetheless, it was a pleasure just to see her pretty face again.

In her webcast, Amy had combined a little of Beth and a little of Meg, starting off by telling Matthew about her day at school before ending up stripping naked to show off her latest piercing: through the clit. When Matthew told her to pinch each nipple and imagine they were his fingers on her tight young body, Amy was set off on an irreversible path, rubbing her tenderised clit frenziedly to orgasm. And yes, her breasts had grown since his departure, Matthew revealed, leaving his youngest sister in rapture.

Jo's brief appearance had consisted mainly of filling her brother in on her relationship with shopgirl Alison. Only, she left out all the juiciest bits! She did, however, promise her brother 'something special' for next time.

It was Beth's pretty coffee-coloured face that appeared on the screen within the screen, Matthew clicking twice so that the image expanded fully. "Hi honey," he heralded.

"Hi babes," she responded.

Wound up by Connie and Heather, Matthew found himself needy and in no mood for small talk. "Show me your tits," he growled.

"Only if you show us that lovely cock, BIG brother," she bartered, licking her lips seductively.

Us, thought Matthew, sliding a hand in the fly of his boxers and unleashing the semi-erect appendage, wiggling it beneath the webcam's lens. "Awww, it's still asleep," Matthew commented.

He feasted upon the brief sight of Beth's dusky bra-clad breasts as she lifted her blouse teasingly then let it fall. At that moment, appearing on the screen Jo sidled up behind Beth, resting her chin on the younger girl's shoulder. "Mmm, it is asleep, isn't it? What do you think would make it harder?" she enquired.

Matthew pondered. "Seeing you two kiss," he replied breathily.

"But I'm a straight girl," Beth protested.

"Is she fuck?" dismissed Jo with an evil grin, nuzzling the younger girl's ear. "She's had more slutty girls than you have, baby brother."

Shrugging her off, Beth maintained with a pout: "Have not."

"Have."

"HAVE NOT!"

"Hmm, she doesn't seem too keen to kiss me," Jo observed. "What do you think I should do, bro?"

Matthew exhaled, his cock jerking and needing little more incentive to inflate to its full and impressive potential than the threat of coercian. Slowly he drew back the foreskin and stroked gently, unveiling the bulbous purple tip. "I think you should MAKE her kiss you, Jo."

"Hmm, do you now...?" the older girl mused with a glint in her eye.

With that she grabbed Beth and a girlie catfight ensued. They rolled one way then the other, Beth's screaming blaring out of the mic. Yet being older, stronger and more spiteful, the tomboy was able to overpower her little sister quite readily. Beth squealed and mewed as she was pinned down beneath Jo.

Matthew watched enthralled as Jo pressed her lips to Beth's, the younger girl twisting and struggling to get her head out of the way. At the same time, Jo's spare hand slid up Beth's thigh, gathering up a length of skirt hem until her palm rested upon the crotch of Beth's little white panties. The kiss was long and dramatic sounding, prompting Beth to splutter and gag. "Oh she tastes just divine," Jo enthused, causing a tingle in Matthew's loins and a dollop of precum to spill out of the eye.

Matthew sighed as the pair grappled once more and Jo forced herself on the younger girl. Using her superior strength and a strong knee to the groin, Jo prised Beth's thighs apart, the crotch material of the knickers stretching and gripping tight to Beth's pussy. As it pulled taut, the fibres rubbed against the crack, causing Beth's plump cunt lips to swell obscenely. Beth issued a token struggle but it all was in vain as Jo held her firmly down. "What should I do next, bro?" Jo enquired.

Matthew exhaled. "Suck her tits...bite them," he ordered, so carried away in the whole charade he was on the verge of cumming prematurely.

With a tug, Jo tore her sister's blouse open, buttons popping out like tiddlywinks to reveal Beth's slim brown torso. The lacy black bra had a front clasp, allowing the petite half-caste no opportunity to retain any semblance of modesty as she was wholly dominated. A grinning Jo complied with her brother's request, prompting Beth to shriek as her nipples were attacked, first sucked lovingly, then chewed vigorously. "Ohhhhhhh," the younger girl wailed. "Stop her, Matthew...please."

Matthew was in no frame of mind to allow that, his fist blurring around a rock hard manhood. "Now show me her lovely cunt," he mouthed hoarsely into the mic.

With that Jo took hold of the upper hem of the panties and tugged it upwards. Beth yelped as the material stretched and tightened like cheesewire into her cunt, causing the swollen labia to spill over the sides. The fabric that was strained to breaking point was stained from the girl's pussy juices, gathering in gross proportions as she was forced to submit to lust. "Oh please tell her to stop, Matthew," Beth pleaded, a sly wink to the camera to confirm she was okay really.

Jo pulled the panties so hard that eventually they tore at the crotch, coming away in her hand to reveal Beth's beautiful black-haired pussy in all its glory. With an evil grin she sniffed at the gusset. "Oh my Matthew, your little sister is such a stinky-cunted little slut."

Matthew sighed.

"What are you, Beth huh? Tell Matthew. Tell Matthew what you are Beth!"

"Noooooo," Beth appealed from beneath her sister.

"TELL HIM!" ordered Jo through gritted teeth as she took hold of a nipple and twisted it mercilessly.

Beth screamed but held her lip, shaking her head in denial like a hotshot spy, determined to take a top secret to the grave.

"Tell him you little bitch," Jo spat, twisting the other nipple one way then back again.

When Beth maintained her silence she took both hard teats in hand and pinched till Beth's resolve was broken. "Ow-eeeeeeee, I'm a dirty little slut."

"Louder."

"I'M A DIRTY LITTLE SLUT!"

Matthew was forced to stop wanking for fear of an early bath. He really was being treated to something special tonight and a reminder – if one were needed – of exactly what he was missing.

Without further prompting Jo repositioned on top of Beth so that her knees were either side of the younger girls head. Her jigglesome arse lifted to fill the webcam's boundaries. Though he couldn't see, Matthew could hear the exaggerated slurps from Jo's tongue on Beth's cunt, picked up on the mic. Coming up for air, Jo elucidated: "Fuck she's a wet little slut tonight, Matthew. Hmm, what should I make her do next? Shall I make her lick my arse?"

"Fuck yesssssss," Matthew hissed at the screen, then louder, baying: "Lick her arse Beth, you slutty little bitch."

"Lick my arse, bitch," Jo added with venom.

Beth's face contorted like she'd eaten a rotten apple but grudgingly – or not as the case may be – she lifted her tongue to Jo's nether regions. The tip glided gingerly around the rim, leaving a trail of saliva on the fringes of the brown knot. Jo whooped with joy, wiggling at Matthew. Steeling herself, Beth pressed her tongue to the centre and dabbed it back and forth. Jo's subsequent squeal of delight could be heard halfway to Manila. Gradually becoming accustomed to the acrid taste, Beth circled and pressed the tip to the brown bullseye, the knot puckering uncontrollably.

Reaching up, Beth took hold of Jo's inner buttocks and prised them as wide as she could, the hole at the centre yielding unwillingly. At the same time she forced her tongue up the middle. Letting go, Jo's arse clamped shut and sealed tight over the tongue tip. With her free hand, Beth went straight for Jo's cunt, fitting the whole fist inside with a few jabs, as her tongue worked slowly free of its imprisonment. She continued to lick and lap eagerly, teasing the ring. Complemented by a dozen rough fistings up her elder sister's deeply aroused love tunnel, Beth made Jo cum like never before, coating her face in a mask of pussy juice.

Sadly, so engrossed were the pair in one another's cunts that they missed Matthew's moment of glory. It took him by surprise too, arriving with the intensity of a triple coronary. The rope of cum shot ten feet in the air, clearing the laptop, whereupon it banked then arced downward and sploshed on the TV screen some twenty feet away on the other side of the room.

Matthew slumped back breathless on the couch watching as Jo's tongue brought Beth to a glorious climax, leaving all three's lust totally satiated. Issuing a farewell to the girls, he promised to see them soon. They chorused that he would and only wished it were in the flesh. Matthew agonised for a few moments and promised he'd do his utmost to fix a holiday soon. But was it more than a holiday he craved? The longer he left it the more distant they'd surely become.

On the other hand, could he possibly leave behind the lovely Heather whose refusal to fuck on the first date merely added to her allure? Or her sisters who needed a man's guiding hand? Could Connie Truong yet provide a kinky avenue worthy of exploring? And could he walk out on a business opportunity as good as Johnny Frio's? Or spurn Ryder Tower? It was tougher to leave Manila than he'd envisaged.

One thing was for sure, Matthew Ryder was going nowhere in the short term so he might as well make the most of what the Philippines had to offer. And over the coming weeks he sure would.

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Horny Little Women Ch. 09



The morning after Tino Sala's dinner party Matthew Ryder rose early, planning to spend the day with newfound mentor Johnny Frio. He wanted to know as much as possible about a business in which he was seriously considering taking a stake. The financial incentives notwithstanding, the thrill of being around hidden cameras and covert activity appealed immensely to a twenty-year old whose horizons were being expanded by the day.

Johnny's office was located at the northern end of the marina, a brisk walk in the cool air of morning. As he passed by, Matthew was heartened to see a hive of activity around Ryder Tower so early in the day. The plastic coat removed, the orange-brown brickwork shone, making an imposing sight. It would be some landmark in the coming years and not a bad pension plan either! But for now he had Plan A to concentrate upon.

Only too happy to dedicate some time to a young man he'd already developed a paternal instinct towards Johnny welcomed Matthew into the squat office. Thankfully he had no employees to take up precious space. That did dictate that he had to type his own reports and do all the administration, a real bind at times, but fewer overheads meant any profit was maximised. Matthew nodded approvingly. Already developing into a shrewd young businessman, he liked the sound of that.

Johnny went on to explain the ins and outs of the company, disclosing that referrals fell into three main categories. The main thrust was from insurance companies and lawyers requiring evidence for the purposes of litigation. This mainly comprised shooting film of claimants doing things they shouldn't: commonly known as malingering. Likewise, the government used his services to obtain evidence of fraudsters working whilst claiming benefits. The third strand was the private jobs, 'the juicy stuff': husbands seeking proof of their wives having affairs, and vice versa.

Those three areas, the covert operations, comprised 98% of Johnny's workload, he explained, and was the foundation upon which the business was built. The other 2% was the non-covert, mainstream stuff such as wedding photography and party videos or anything else that required a cameraman. Matthew nodded thoughtfully to demonstrate that he was absorbing it all.

The introduction done, Johnny got down to business. In actual fact, the financial implication mattered less to Matthew than the nature of the business which sounded wholly thrilling. Thus, Johnny's request for $100,000 for a 25% stake seemed far from unreasonable, more so when it was inferred that, upon his death, it would all be passed to Matthew. It seemed to be a win-win situation though the young man's financial advisor would be able to give him a better idea. However, unless there were any serious discrepancies, he intended to commit to the deal once his inheritance to come through.

Smiling, he went to shake his new partner's hand, only for Johnny to drop the bombshell. "Whoa Matthew, you think it that easy?"

Matthew's eyes narrowed. "Oh I thought..."

"Nah, first you have to prove your suitability. Not everyone cut out to do what I do, you know."

The young man's chin dipped. "Prove my suitability?"

"Yah, your initiation test."

Matthew rubbed at his chin. "Test?"

"Yah, to show me you make worthy partner."

"How do you mean...? I...um...I've never done anything like this before...I'm not sure I..."

Johnny waved away his protégé's concerns. "I set you simple task to begin with, yah."

"Um, o-okay."

"Don't sound so scared, you enjoy this task," Johnny revealed, eyes sparkling. "I want you retrieve hidden camera...it's still attached to Connie's suspender belt."

Matthew's jaw dropped and he swallowed hard. "You're joking?"

Johnny issued a grave expression. "These things no grow on trees, you know."

Matthew didn't like the sound of the task one bit, and his face told as much.

"You no think you can do it, Matthew no? And you want be surveillance expert like Uncle Johnny?"

"Yes, but..."

"Yes but nothing," the older man countered. "In twenty-five years this face been punched so many times I lose count, I been chased through fields by gangsters, bitten by vicious dogs, threatened with violence...This no job for a shrinking violet."

Matthew took exception to the challenge to his masculinity, pushing out his chest like a rooster. "Okay, I'll, um, do it."

"Good, good. I done all groundwork, so easy-peasy. Connie, she no go work this morning, drink too much last night and not get home till four in morning. She so drunk she still have same stockings on from last night."

Johnny produced the sleek black receiver from the previous evening. Sure enough the camera was still in place on Connie's thigh, trained upon a smooth yet gently sleeping pussy.

The thought of sexual matters cheered Matthew. "Did she spend the rest of the night without any panties on?"

Johnny grinned. "She sure did – and drunker she get, flirtier she get. If you'd hang around Matthew you'd be well in!"

"Really?"

Johnny's smile evaporated. "Maybe, maybe not."

"Oh?"

"Perhaps I shouldn't tell you this..."

"Oh you have to now..."

Johnny pursed his lips. "Let's just say she not very complimentary about you."

"In what way?"

Johnny exhaled. "She say you like all Englishmen, you have no balls. And she call Heather cheap peasant and say you must be cheap peasant too."

"Oh did she now?"

"Yes. Now go bring back my camera."

The young apprentice ambled off, mulling over in his mind just where to start. He recalled the table talk from the previous evening, gradually piecing together a plan. Connie lived close to the marina, perhaps no more than five minutes away. All he needed was a plausible way inside.

Oh yes, he had her phone number. Subtlety would get him nowhere, that much was certain. It was time to be brave. No balls indeed. He'd show her. Removing the mobile phone from his pocket, Matthew made the call. Connie sounded groggy, cheering perceptively when she learned who it was. "Um, I'm in the area," Matthew added. "I could, um, use a cup of tea and it sounds like you could too."

He awaited her response, heart pounding and scarcely able to believe he was going through with this. But she appeared receptive to the idea and, having gained directions, the wannabe investigator headed to her apartment. On the way he passed Joe, Manila's famous window cleaner, the pair exchanging a hearty greeting.

An intercom system meant that Connie didn't need to leave the comfort of her bed. "Hello?" he called out, creeping down the hallway and up the stairs, a bedroom door slightly ajar with soft music and a bluish light seeping out.

Drawn like a moth to a flame, Matthew pushed open the door and stepped inside the partly lit bedroom. Lying atop the bed in the sulphur-like glow and clad in just stockings and suspenders, Connie made no effort whatsoever to cover up. Dark straggly tentacles of hair spilled on the pillow and her pert breasts were brazenly on display. His eyes lowered to fix upon the top of a crack that was just visible between her legs. "So, how do you like your tea?" he enquired.

"Hot and sweet like my men," she rasped.

Matthew swallowed hard.

"But forget the tea yah. Get over here and fuck me now."

Matthew's eyes expanded. Honest to God he'd never intended for this to happen. Given what she'd allegedly said about him at the dinner party and basking in the warmth of his fledgling relationship with Heather, his only feelings for Connie were of disdain. But she was like a rapid bitch on heat, foaming at the mouth, and he was horny as hell.

As he wavered at the side of the bed, she reached up to loosen the tie and unbutton the shirt in one eager movement. Swooning at the strong chest beneath, she ran her talons through the light thatch of hair at its centre. At the same time, Matthew wrestled with his trousers and boxers, kicking them off to kneel naked before her on the bed.

Her breasts were little raised mounds sitting proudly upon her chest, topped off with attentive brown nipples that just seemed to crave attention. Matthew wasted no further time with misgivings, surrendering to lust. The left teat fitted snugly in his pursed lips, treated to a good hard suck until it swelled and felt ready to explode in his mouth. Baring his teeth, Matthew nibbled around the areola, tongue lapping at the nipple's underside. Connie groaned with lust, her eyes sparkling at having bagged this prize so easily.

Yet there was more to Matthew than perhaps she'd given him credit for.

He moved across to the right breast, leaving a little trail of saliva between the pair, before doing the same to the other, only more forcefully and with more bite, causing Connie to squeal and scrape her nails over his scalp.

Lifting her hands back behind her head, she took a firm grip on the upright metal bars of the bedstead. Matthew moved so that he towered over her, his knees were between hers. Leaning down so that their stomachs brushed, his arms fitted over hers, big hands covering the little clenched fists that gripped so tight to the bedstead it was as if she was scared to let go.

Their bodies rolled together, both adjusting to gain optimum position. But just as he was about to plunge in to her waiting pussy, Matthew stopped. Reaching aside, his hand fell upon the discarded tie. "Oh Matthew, you no going to tie me up like naughty little girl, are you?" she breathed.

Matthew smiled wickedly. He'd adjudged her a kinky bitch from the very first moment they'd met and was pleased to see the hunch was right. How could Johnny have ever doubted his judgement? He was going to make a great investigator, blessed with intuition and guile.

He slipped the tie around her wrists, securing them to the bedstead, hands wiggling. When Connie prompted him to tie it harder, he pulled the knot extra tight, then looped another, eliciting a whimper. She tugged forward, testing the knot and causing the metal grille to rattle noisily, wrists secured fast. Her big black eyes were as wide and wondrous as a child's on Christmas Day as Matthew rubbed his hands with glee. "My helpless little slut," he mouthed.

Connie groaned.

He didn't imagine she wanted to be made love to. No, the filthy Filipina whore wanted it rough and uncompromising, no holds barred. And he was happy to oblige, only too happy. With little regard for her as a person, his feelings comprised lust and revulsion for what she'd said about him and Heather in equal measure. No foreplay or preamble, he placed his hands beneath her arse and pawed roughly, kneading his strong fingers into the plump flesh and elevating her pussy in readiness. Connie whimpered at the show of forceful, already dripping wet at the prospect of being treated roughly.

Matthew's cock nudged between his legs in readiness, desperate to get inside that delicious little cunt. Connie's eyes expanded upon seeing its imperious girth, arching to lift her wanton pussy toward the rapidly descending slab of manhood. Matthew aimed straight, embedding the bulbous head in soft moist crack in one easy motion and impaling half the shaft before it stuck fast. Connie squealed in a mix of pleasure and pain, evacuating her lungs of air. "Oh fuck Matthew, yesssssss," she mouthed hoarsely, cunt walls stretched wider than she'd imagined possible.

Yet frustratingly he remained only half in and, despite pushing and pushing, her vagina steadfastly refused to accept any more shaft. Shifting the angle of attack, he lifted beneath her knees, shuffling forward and trying to work deeper into the snug crevice. Connie did her best to relax, but the simple fact was that she'd never had a guy with a cock as thick as Matthew's.

Nor one as determined to fit the whole lot in. A retraction of the buttocks and a huge intake of air, he literally hammered his cock forward. Some movement, an extra two inches disappeared, until just the uppermost inch of shaft remained exposed. Anchored by her wrists wrapped tight around the bedstead, Connie was helpless and at his complete mercy as he mauled at her tits, nibbled her neck and moved his cock up and down and in and out in an attempt to create sufficient lushness to bury the shaft completely.

A painful procedure for both parties, Connie cried out and tossed her head from side to side as her sex came under ever increasing attack. Yet annoyingly, Matthew remained unable to get the whole monster embedded. Stealing another breath, he elevated his buttocks, cock trying to retreat. Yet Connie's snug pussy walls held tight as if not wanting to let it free and he had to really pull hard to work free. "This not such a good idea, you too big," Connie protested.

Paying no heed and with a steely determination, Matthew adopted a new position, lifting her ankles onto his shoulders and taking a firm grip on the cold metal in order to gain added leverage. He jabbed purposefully, forcing all but that final inch in. Fearful that he might split her open, Connie spread her thighs as wide as they'd go to enable the deeper penetration Matthew craved. Finally, after half a dozen impressive thrusts, her mean pussy yielded and the rock hard appendage totally immersed itself in tight wet cunt. Both gasped till their lungs were empty.

And boy did it feel good. Matthew adored this small Filipina vagina that gripped as tightly as a swimming sock. He could happily have remained inside her like this all morning, cock being gently stimulated by little electric pulses from the enveloping walls. Yet an all-consuming lust put paid to that whimsy. As he drew back in readiness like a marksman taking aim, Connie held her breath, eyes bulging, the pain almost as bad coming out as going in. Thrashing about, her fingernails dug the palms of her hands until they almost drew blood.

Yet the pain would turn soon enough to liquid delight as the eager young stud began a slow and steady rhythm, building like an overture. Connie was totally overwhelmed as he took control, astounding her with his power and athleticism. Her cunt ached, yet it ached so good as he moved in and out.

And such a talented lover, his hands were everywhere, beguiling her. One moment they were busy kneading her arse cheeks, the next squeezing her breasts. She could barely keep up with what he was doing to her body and the sensations being created. Generous with his mouth too, licking and nibbling around the upper torso and sucking the nipples, occasionally he'd reward her with a kiss on the lips before breaking away teasingly.

Connie's head was swimming and very soon her cunt was too. No longer restricted by the initial tightness, it was if as he'd tailored her cunt to his exact requirements, the motion akin to a well-oiled machine. As their bodies melted together, he found a higher gear, pounding in and with complete abandon. The bed creaked painfully, matching the urgent strokes as up and down his buttocks pumped, firing his cock into the far reaches of the Filipina's awesome little cunt.

Their bodies pressed tightly, Connie spread her knees wider until they lay almost flat, allowing yet deeper access. Gripping so tight on the head rail his knuckles turned white, Matthew inflicted an unerring series of long deep thrusts before stopping momentarily to gather up Connie's ankles once more. He lifted and pushed them back until they touched the horizontal metal rail, her pussy gaping. Resting his bodyweight against the backs, his hands gripping the bar, he slotted the bloated cock head back inside a now almost welcoming cunt, pushing until his balls brushed Connie's perineum. "Fuck meeeeeee!" she pleaded through the gap in her legs, eyes clamped shut.

Matthew didn't need asking twice. In fact, he'd rarely felt so much lust in his brief sexual history, exacerbated by the fact that he didn't actually care for her much as a person. That added a somewhat thrilling edge. As an object of sexual desire, however, she took some beating. Mmm, beating – now there was an idea for later. And he felt sure as hell she'd oblige. At that moment though, he wanted nothing less than to fuck her into tomorrow. Bang, bang, bang went his thick prick. Such was the ferocity of the frenzied pounding that both were brought to the verge of orgasm in under three minutes.

Her feet up by Matthew's ears, her cunt being rammed unerringly, Connie came first. Her pretty little face wrinkled and she screamed unashamedly as her clit thronged. Feeling her body lapse into uncontrollable spasms and the bed rattle, Matthew's balls began to ache and he wasn't too far behind. Plunging down with a final meaningful thrust that felt like it might bust through her womb wall and impale her to the bed, he came with such a forceful spurt that Connie felt her internal organs jolt upwards.

Matthew continued to pump incessantly, ejaculating three additional loads of seed into the girl's wanton cunt. And still it came and came. Even as he pulled clear, a silvery snail-like trail coated her lower tummy as her legs clapped back down on the bed. Far from finished, wriggling up to straddle her belly, he squeezed out a ring of cum around each nipple like a chef icing buns. Shuffling higher up her body, he eked out a last line of spunk across the top lip, painting on a freakish-looking moustache. Connie was so overwhelmed, chest heaving, breath speeding, that she had little appreciation of what was happening.

With that, Matthew brushed a hand up the inner thigh to free the spy camera. It slipped off into his palm, mission accomplished. Well almost. As a final measure he reached into the discarded suit trousers, removing the mobile phone and holding it to an eye, closing the other. "Smile for the camera."

Coming to, Connie felt the seed touch her lips. Tethered, she could only lie and watch as the cameraphone flashed, capturing her cum-coated body. "Now," he hissed, pushing back up close and regarding her with disdain. "You don't breathe a word of this to anyone – particularly Heather. This stays between us, okay?"

Heather nodded silently and not a little scared of the cold serial killer look that had taken up residence in Matthew's normally serene eyes. The true fact of the matter was that he was frightened to death of Heather finding out about this sordid episode. He was, at the same time, surprised at how nasty he'd just been and could be. For it wasn't over yet for Connie. And if his calculations were correct...

At that moment a commotion at the front of the house alerted the pair. Matthew moved to the window, tugging up his trousers and pulling on the drawstring of the blind. It elevated in a painful-sounding manner flooding the room in unfamiliar daylight. "Oh crap, looks like your window cleaner has arrived," he observed.

"Quick! The blind!" Connie screeched in a panic, her face draining completely of its colour.

Matthew regarded her with a questioning look.

"Matthew, close blind quick."

He pulled at the string as the top of the ladder planted on the outer brickwork and scraped its way across the outer wall into position, coming to rest just below the glass. "It's okay, looks like he's doing the bottom ones first," Matthew commentated as, down below, Joe the window cleaner stopped five rungs up and the lower panes of glass began to squeak under the shammy leather and soapy water.

"Matthew, please," she pleaded as his salty cum trickled down onto her togue.

"Damn, it's stuck," he replied, tugging hard at the blind.

As he fought, Connie screamed at him to close it, yanking so hard at the bed that she threatened to snap her wrists. "Matthew, forget that, come here, untie me. Quick!" she begged, the spunk reaching her chin in an orderly procession.

Matthew moved back across the room, straddling Connie's belly once more and wrestling with the knot above her head. It was secured tighter than he'd imagined, added to which Connie's struggling had only made it worse. He couldn't have untied her even if he'd wanted to. Matthew fumbled in vain, a glance across to the exposed middle window, the bitter light of morning flooding in accusingly.




Horny Little Women Ch. 09



The faraway cleaning suddenly stopped and a foot on a rung and the shake of a bucket could clearly be heard. Joe was ascending. "Quick!" Connie commanded like a broken record as, rung by rung, he climbed nearer.

"Nope, it's stuck tight," Matthew revealed, jumping from the bed.

As the sweaty top of the window cleaner's bald head appeared in the pane, Matthew headed for the door, uttering a hollow apology. Her pussy on full display, Connie tried moving onto her side in a vain attempt to cover up. But that merely revealed her gorgeous rump and pulled her wrists so tight it was sheer hell. Attaining the most comfortable position possible – on her back – she could at least cross her stockinged legs, but could do nothing about her tits, exposed and glistening with Matthew's dewy seed. 

The window cleaner's moon face appeared in view just as Matthew exited the bedroom. The young man watched through the crack in the door as Connie cringed and hyperventilated. A slow-motion moment elapsed before the balding window cleaner realised just what he'd stumbled upon, eyes almost popping out of his head. He must have thought all his birthdays had come at once as the helpless legal executive lay there naked with cum making rivulets down her chin and ribcage.

The incredible thing was that he went about his business as if nothing was amiss, eyes furtively darting back and forth intermittently. Five minutes of squelching wet shammy on glass added to Connie's aching humiliation before he climbed back down with a little smile. Matthew contemplated leaving her there but that would be plain cruel. He had made his point. Returning from the bathroom with a pair of scissors, he cut free the poor girl, fleeing before she could inflict violent retribution. "I'll see myself out," he cried in mid flight.

He headed back to the marina to be greeted by a grinning Johnny. It was only then that Matthew realised perhaps it might have been wiser to remove the camera sooner rather than later. Johnny must surely have witnessed it all. Ah well, he was still new to the game and learning the ropes, so to speak. Johnny sniggered as the hidden camera was returned to his safe keeping. "I think you fit in here just fine, Matthew."

"Mmm, me too."

"Though I warn you, not all assignments thrilling as this one. You have to take rough with smooth."

Both laughed uncontrollably.

The mentor spent a further hour familiarising his charge with the systems and procedures before lunchtime arrived and his date with Heather. He called into reception and whisked her off to the floating restaurant in Manila Bay where he'd reserved the best table. A first for the simple and uncomplicated girl, she was overwhelmed among the high flyers and well heeled. "Ah Matthew, you spoil me," she observed with a smile.

"You deserve to be spoiled," he countered with pride, trying to put Connie out of mind.

After a wonderful lunch and some fine conversation he walked her back to the office, enquiring a little reticently if she'd care to see him again that evening. To his joy, she accepted and they agreed on his place which she said was more private. Matthew liked the sound of that, though the state of the apartment did leave a lot to be desired. Thus in readiness for her arrival, he tidied around as best he could and tried to make it look as presentable as possible. He really did need to find a housekeeper fast.

That evening they watched a DVD chosen by Heather from his vast library, quickly discovering a shared passion for gangster movies. Both inherently shy, they kept their distance on the couch and it was only as the credits on the first Godfather film rolled up the screen that finally Heather returned the intimacy Matthew craved, sliding up alongside. He turned his head inward and their noses brushed tentatively. Heather smiled and tilted her head, allowing closer access, an invitation Matthew was quick to accept.

As their lips engaged and his hand brushed her hip she issued a little whimper. His other hand moved across also, stroking a waist that was so slender his fingertips very nearly touched. The sleight body lifted easily into his lap, her back to his chest, legs overhanging like a child. It meant he could play with her whilst she could still watch the TV, which just happened to have found its way onto a late night soft porn flick.

Even more strangely, the couple in the movie were in a similar position to the couple watching, the key difference being that the actress was Heather's opposite: a blonde with huge tits. As the actor's hands moved to cup the heaving orbs, Matthew did likewise, a groan escaping his lover's lips. As she relaxed back into him, he caught a glimpse of her smiling reflection on the screen. As the actor firmly palmed his partner's breasts through a tight blouse, Matthew did likewise through Heather's t-shirt. Small but perfectly formed, they were two lovely cones. Heather clearly harboured reservations for she whispered over her shoulder: "You prefer girls with bigger breasts, yah?"

"No, not all," Matthew countered. "Yours are gorgeous."

"She very attractive though, you no think?"

Matthew made no response at first, instead issuing a light kiss to the girl's neck. As the actress lifted her arms, Heather mimicked the action, allowing him to hoist clear the t-shirt. Both stared at the woman's exposed cleavage, held compactly in a silken and virtually see-through bra. "She is attractive, yeah," Matthew replied finally. "But not half as attractive as you," he added, awaiting further instruction from the TV.

Heather smiled knowingly but nonetheless allowed his warm hands to cover her little boobs through a sexy black lace bra. She too seemed anxious to discover what happened next. The actor reached round to paw, lifting and separating the fleshy orbs. The oversized breasts jiggled and, as he upped the tempo, one spilled out of its cup. Heather's more modest assets needed a prompt, so Matthew pushed his hand in the side and helped the corresponding breast out, resting it over the lace top. Heather might not have the cup size but the nipple at its centre was a work of art, chocolate brown and sprouting half an inch.

As the actress in the film lifted an arm, her partner ducked his head beneath, locking his lips around the teat and gazing up into her eyes in lust. Heather did likewise, elevating an arm and allowing Matthew to mimic the move. Taking the erect nipple between his lips he sucked with purpose. Overjoyed at this sizzling turn of events, the thing that made Matthew even happier was witnessing the way Heather seemed to enjoy watching the other couple. After all the amazing things he'd experienced in England, nothing less than a broadminded girl with similar voyeuristic tendencies would do for Matthew. And Heather might just be it.

As the actor kissed all the way down the blonde's ribcage, Matthew mirrored the move, keeping one eye on the screen for instruction. A hand slipped inside the actress' skirt, accommodated as her thighs widened to allow the roving fingers access. Heather purred in delight and anticipation, knees sliding apart and Matthew was quick to act, his hand moving inside to cup a panty-covered crotch and feel the heat radiating from a pussy that was burning with desire. His fingers slipped and squelched as they pressed. Evidently Heather WAS enjoying herself.

As the actress placed a tiny hand over her lover's for guidance, Heather did likewise, angling Matthew's fingertips up the inside of the cotton and into the soft moist slit. The cunt puckered to allow entrance, so soft and moist, before sealing tight around his knuckles. Heather pushed until they located her swollen love button. The girl was so wet it kept eluding his touch, squirming around like a tadpole in spawn.

As Matthew waggled his fingers frenziedly, Heather's pussy started dripping on his thigh, coating it with a wondrous elixir. Onscreen, the love scene reached a foreshortened and unsatisfactory climax, courtesy of the Filipino censor. Thankfully, however, the same could not be said of Heather who craved an orgasm so badly she was bouncing up and down on Matthew's fingers. All he had to do was hold still as she plunged, scraping the sensitive nub against his fingernails. Quickly attaining a shattering climax, she squealed and came hard, shaking with delight.

After a moment's respite, craning upwards she gave him a light peck on the jowl before receding and melting into his arms. Nursing a raging hard-on, it was Matthew's turn to crave attention, yet he was to be left disappointed. "I no want rush things, Matthew," she mouthed dreamily.

Within seconds, she was snoozing in his arms like a baby, leaving Matthew to content himself with the rest of the movie. He didn't mind unduly, in fact he found it quite endearing. Being forced to wait for sex was all part of the chase.

Heather awoke an hour later and climbed from his lap saying she really must go. At that moment a thought came to mind, a lightbulb moment. "One of my sisters, maybe help you," she said.

Matthew looked back guiltily, shifting to cover an erection that felt like a lightsaber. "Sorry? Run that past me again."

"My sisters, they both do cleaning – and both in need of job."

"Oh I see," he said, relieved.

On reflection it made sense. "Well I could certainly use the help. And if things with Johnny work out, I'll be spending a lot of time out and about. But how do I choose which one?"

Heather shrugged. "Perhaps you give them trial?"

Matthew rubbed his chin. "Okay, I tell you what: send them both over for a trial run and I'll take on the best one."

"Oh would you Matthew? Thank you, thank you, thank you," Heather enthused, each thank you accompanied by a kiss.

A huge hug and he walked the girl to her car. A final lingering kiss and a promise to see each other soon, and she disappeared into the misty Manila night. Matthew traipsed back inside thoughtfully, securing the latch. In the time between, a message had been recorded on the answerphone. He pressed play and sat back to listen. "Matthew, it Connie..."

He swallowed. Presumably having recovered from the morning's ordeal, she had some scathing words to impart. Having watched The Godfather, he hoped she didn't know any hitmen, for he thoroughly deserved it.

"Matthew, what you do to me this morning very wrong..."

Lips pursed contritely, he nodded at the telephone, wanting to apologise.

"Wrong, but turn me on so much," Connie's voice continued. "I can't stop thinking about it all day long. I keep needing take care of myself..."

Matthew exhaled forcefully. Now THAT was a turn-up for the books.

"Call me soon yah. We have lots more fun."

The erection that had subsided in the wake of Heather's departure was raging once more, just thinking about Connie. But, at close to midnight with a cold fog rising, he had no intention of being at Connie's beck and call. In fact, he might just tease her mercilessly for a few days with a little aloofness, until she begged him. She'd be putty in his hands. Yeah, he liked that idea.

Yet that didn't serve his immediate need. Switching on the laptop, he went in search of instantaneous and much needed relief. Thankfully, the webcam in England was in operation and, as if by some strange telepathic connection, right at that moment a family member came into view with a similar thought in mind.

Matthew was overjoyed to see his mother, the first time since returning. Clad in just an airy scarlet bathrobe, her blonde hair was damp from the bath. She oozed sex appeal as only a middle-aged woman could, large breasts clearly outlined in the robe, nipples in a state of supreme arousal. As equally pleased to see her son, she blew a smoochy kiss at the cam. Matthew blew one back.

Some brief small talk later, both seemed to read one another's minds. Reaching into the pocket of the gown, Hannah produced a mammoth flesh-coloured dildo. "My new toy," she revealed, before adding: "I've christened it Matthew."

"Oh mum," he sighed longingly, unzipping immediately to produce its twin, the real thing. "Press it deep inside you and imagine that's MY lovely cock."

"Oh Christ, yesssssss," Hannah growled.

With that she eased the silken belt through the hip hooks, causing the gown to part down the middle and a pair of udder-like breasts to plunge and hang free. "Tell me what to do, Matthew," she said with a purr.

Matthew knew exactly. "Suck one of those gorgeous nipples for me."

Hannah smiled and cupped a hand beneath the left orb, elevating the fleshy globe to her lips. Out came her tongue to lick all around, spittle glazing the areola. Her pouted lips took the teat and she slurped and slobbered. "Oh God that feels so good," she clamoured.

On the other side of the world, Matthew's hand wrapped firmly around his rock hard cock and he began a long gentle stroking motion. "That's it baby boy," she enthused. "Wank for mummy."

Stretching out, she let the nipple fall from her mouth and the breast heave back into place. Thighs parting she placed the rubber 'Matthew' to the blonde mound. The soft pink lips pursed, allowing the plastic head to work its way inside the slit. "Ohhhhhhh fuck, Matthew," Hannah moaned, biting her bottom lip. "That feels even better."

"Push it right up and keep imagining that's me," Matthew directed, increasing the tempo on the real cock in his fist. "Fantasise about me laying on top of you and shoving my hard cock up your juicy pussy."

"Oh Jesus Matthew, yesssssss."

As the toy disappeared inside her hot spread cunt, Hannah wiggled her hips and issued a huge moan of appreciation. "Oh Matthew, so big inside mummy."

Matthew loosened his grip, trying to make his palm as soft as that gorgeous cunt that filled the computer screen. In his mind he was there with her, making passionate love. Oh how he desired to lie on top, thrusting away with complete abandon. "Oh God mum, I want you so badly," he hissed.

"Me too," she echoed. "What next darling?"

"Suck the dildo for me," Matthew suggested. "Tell me what you taste like."

Contracting her pussy muscles, Hannah eased the rubber cock back out without using her hands. It was dripping with cunt juice, leaving a splodge. She did as he said, gathering up the toy and pressing it seductively to her lips. "Oh I taste divine," she cooed, lips glossed with cunt honey.

"Now fuck yourself till you cum for me," Matthew commanded.

Reaching back between her legs with 'Matthew' in hand, Hannah started to frig with purpose. Eyes locked on her handsome son stroking his lovely cock, the intensely aroused woman's spare hand homed in on her clit, starting to drum at it. She moaned as Matthew upped the tempo, his bulbous cock head glazed with precum as it leaked alarmingly.

The scene was so damn hot that neither was able to hold back for long. As Matthew felt the orgasm range in, he angled his cock to his belly. "Cum for me baby boy," screeched Hannah.

And he did, producing a spurt so overwhelming it hit his chin. A second wave left a long thick trail down the centre of his stomach. Witnessing her son cum so hard, Hannah was propelled over the edge immediately, the dildo ejected forcibly amid a squirt of pussy juice. The air was heavy with pained breathing on both sides of the world as each lay back and gasped for air. It was Hannah that sat up first. "I have to go Matthew. Come home soon, yeah?" she mouthed, dewy-eyed, before the connection went dead.

Matthew sniffed, mopped his belly with three Kleenex and headed to bed. So much going on in his life, one question above all played on his mind: Manila or England? Thanks to Ryder Tower, Johnny, Heather and perhaps even Connie, just when he thought the riddle was solved, something like that came along to remind him just what he was missing back in England.

He didn't suppose the impending visit of Heather's eighteen-year old twin sisters would help to make matters clearer either. For Matthew Ryder it was one dilemma after another! 



Horny Little Women Ch. 10



This is going to be the penultimate chapter in the adventure. Many thanks to those readers that have followed its progress, commented and voted.

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As the days back in Manila turned to weeks, Matthew Ryder's life took a somewhat bizarre series of twists and turns, none more so than with the twins Mia and Tia. An absolute godsend in the wake of Mae-Lin's departure, there was something that didn't quite add up. A shrewd young man, he wondered why a sassy girl like Heather would foist upon her new boyfriend a pair of flirtatious young nymphs that oozed sex appeal. Whatever way he looked at it, things just didn't make sense and, not to put too fine a point on it, it was asking for trouble.

Matthew needed to get to the bottom of things, and quickly. Thus, whilst he went about satisfying his curiosity, the twins' visit was deferred for a couple of days, the added delay for peace of mind doing nothing for the state of the flat. Ironically it was going to need two pairs of hands to get the place back to anything like its appearance under Mae-Lin's regime.

The intercom buzzed and Matthew allowed the twins up into the apartment. Close up for the first time, he had to look twice – surely they couldn't be eighteen as Heather had claimed. But apparently they were. Filipina girls being naturally small, it was a rarity to encounter one that stood above his shoulder. Yet these were petite like little china dolls, barely five feet tall in white trainers, faded jeans and sweatshirts with their jet hair tied back in matching pigtails.

Like two giggly schoolgirls around the handsome young man that was romancing their sister, they made in-jokes at one another's expense whilst vying painfully for his attention. Matthew paid little heed to their feminine wiles, for Heather occupied his thoughts entirely, besides which a bad feeling about the whole scenario still lingered.

Having talked through what he expected and what needed doing around the apartment, Matthew let them go, Mia setting off to the kitchen and Tia to the bathroom, heading to the study where the laptop had been re-housed. Primed and ready to go, the young man couldn't help but feel a modicum of guilt at what he was about to do. He was quick, however, to remind himself that they were, after all, two strangers in an apartment full of expensive artefacts.

There were rare vases scattered all over the place, galleries of original paintings on the walls and jewellery in unlocked drawers, not to mention an extensive range of expensive electronic gadgetry, all within arm's each. Keeping an eye on the pair, at least until he trusted them, was an absolute necessity. It didn't take much to slip an expensive trinket into a pocket and both girls were desperate for money. Plus there was little point spending endless hours with a surveillance expert if he couldn't take advantage of a few tricks of the trade. The time spent with Johnny Frio certainly having not been wasted, this was just about the most security-conscious pad in the whole of Manila.

The spy cameras revealed the pair in split-screen precision: Mia in the kitchen mopping the floor, whilst Tia stretched up with a feather duster to rid the bathroom of a cobweb. The pair worked fastidiously, getting their dusters into every nook and cranny and scrubbing away weeks of accumulated grease and scum as their two lovely plump arses teased the camera. It was then that the telephone rang. "Matthew, it's Johnny, I found out what you wanted at last."

Not a moment too soon, the young man thought. Never for one moment did Matthew contemplate that HE would become one of Johnny's clients, though it made sense to use the best Manila had to offer in an effort to satisfy his curiosity. The instruction was simple: locate Heather's last boyfriend and pose a few timely questions. "He no want speak at first," Johnny disclosed. "I have to sweeten him up a little, but it money well spent."

"So what is it," Matthew mused, fearing the worst, "some kind of blackmail scam?"

"No, you way off mark, Matthew. I get impression Heather just a very insecure young lady."

The revelation rocked Matthew who'd feared the worst. "Oh, right..."

"Her sisters are like a test for prospective boyfriends..."

"Ah, the old honey trap routine."

"Exactly my friend. It means she must like you."

"So what happened to the last one?" Matthew enquired.

Johnny chortled. "What you think happened? Temptation too much for him. He slept with both of them of course. Next day he find himself dumped."

Matthew nodded. He wasn't sure quite how this made him feel about Heather. Setting a honey trap hardly endeared her to him. But then he guessed she had a right to vet potential husbands. "Cheers Johnny for a job well done."

"So if I you Matthew, I steer well clear of these naughty little sisters."

Matthew smiled, regaining his composure. Johnny didn't know him very well, did he? Ever since his time in England, the young go-getter had come to embrace danger with the same sort of disdain as Evel Knieval. No challenge was too extreme. If things worked out the way he planned, he'd get what he wanted from the girls – on his terms – and still keep Heather. It was just a question of biding his time and staying at least one step ahead.

And anyway, he had no designs on the girls, physically at least, and was rather enjoying just watching the pair as they worked up a sweat, their brows glazed. In fact, Tia had become so overheated in the bathroom that she'd removed her jeans and sweatshirt and was doing the cleaning in underwear alone. And a gorgeous little thing she was too, easy on the eye with tiny breasts and a tight bum.

Fifteen further minutes elapsed before Tia was done in the bathroom. He had to admit it looked pretty darn spotless, the white tiles dazzling once more, the silver taps glaring and the redwood surround sporting a healthy glow. He heard Tia call from upstairs: "Matthew, you like to inspect, yah?"

The young man grinned inwardly. Presumably it wasn't the bathroom he was expected to inspect but a nubile teen in just her bra and panties. He rose from the pc and headed up the stairs, passing her sister Mia who was still busy in the spacious kitchen, having got the worse of the deal. There was some real burnt-in black stuff on the cooker top and the walls were streaked with grease. "You're doing a great job," Matthew offered in encouragement as he passed the girl on her knees, rewarded with a forced smile.

He feigned surprise at seeing Tia in such a state of undress, stood in an innocent pose with one leg behind the other, hands by her sides. "It very hot," she stated with an explanatory pout, fanning her face vigorously. "You like what you see, yah Matthew?" she enquired coquettishly.

Retaining his cool and a motionless poker face, Matthew replied: "Yes, you've done a very good job, Tia. Though I'm not sure it's entirely appropriate for you to be dressed like that. You might get disinfectant on your skin and burn yourself."

Tia looked back inquisitively, surprised at his concern and how seemingly unaffected he was by her overt show of sexuality. "You want me to put clothes back on, yah?"

Matthew made no reply, deep in thought. A vague reminder from his younger years of seeing Mae-Lin in a French Maid's outfit struck him, back in the days when she had the figure for it. "Our former housekeeper might have left something behind you'll be more comfortable in," he disclosed, maintaining a straight face though inwardly thrilled at the prospect of getting the little nymph into a French Maid's outfit.

He summoned Mia too, her face registering surprise that Matthew remained fully clothed and unaffected. Clearly she expected to see Tia on her knees sucking his cock or bent over the bath being taken from behind. Was Matthew immune to her sister's undoubted charms? Mia leaned up against him to test the water, her palm brushing his cock, yet he merely eased her away. "Follow me," he suggested sternly.

Sure enough, there were two outfits in the walk-in closet. A little dusty with age, a good shake restored their colour. Matthew held them up to the light. "You want us wear those?" the twins gasped in unison, wide-eyed.

"I think it's for the best," replied Matthew gravely, giving nothing away. "I'd hate to be responsible for either of you getting hurt. I'll, um, leave you to get changed."

As he turned to depart, Matthew secreted one of Johnny's sequin-sized spy cameras above the closet door and dropped a microphone disguised as a button on the floor. The girls seemed totally bamboozled, the script torn up, regarding each other with surprise. Matthew, on the other hand, was enjoying the game immensely. From downstairs in the study he watched as Mia stripped down to join her twin in just their underwear. A self-satisfied smile arose on his handsome face as Mia spoke: "Oh gosh Tia, Matthew he make me so damn hot. When you think he try something on with us?"

Tia's face screwed up. "I not sure he will, Mia. I think he truly love Heather."

Matthew beamed. Things were working out perfectly.

Mia stamped her foot. "God damn, I so wet as well."

"Me too," Tia concurred.

The French Maid's outfits remained on the pegs for now as the two girls moved up close to face one another. From the angle the camera was positioned, Matthew couldn't quite make out what was happening, but he imagined that Tia had put her hand inside Mia's panties for she said with a lustful growl: "Oh you are wet, aren't you?"

Mia's moan was muffled as her twin's face moved in stealthily, their lips locking. Arms extended, soon they were engaged in a passionate tongue-twisting embrace, causing Matthew's eyes to bulge. Things were working out just fine. At that moment his phone rang again. He was minded to leave it until he saw that it was Heather calling from work. This could be interesting, he thought. "So, how my sisters doing?" Heather enquired. "You pleased with them?"

Matthew battled to staunch a chuckle. "Mmm, yes they're absolutely perfect...and they're brightening up the place too."

"They not, um, bother you at all, Matthew?"

"Bother me?" he countered knowingly, sensing her squirm.

"Well you know what young girls are like."

"Oh I think I'm adept at handling that."

Heather was speechless, his eyes returning to the screen where Tia had pushed her sister up against the wall and ripped off her bra. Heather's voice rang out in his ear, but he wasn't really listening. He was busy reaching inside the zip fly and fishing out an extremely hard cock. Giving it a gentle stroke, whilst maintaining eye contact with the screen, it felt so good in his palm. Yet it would feel even better inside Heather's tight pussy. He had a good mind to get down to the office now and fuck her senseless. He moaned in appreciation as the foreskin stretched back and forth.

"Are you all right, Matthew?" she asked.

"Yes I am," he hissed. "But I miss you so much, Heather."

"I miss you too, Matthew. Look I, um, must go, see you soon, yah?"

"Don't go yet. Talk to me Heather – your sexy voice is really turning me on," he added huskily.

"Matthew, I can't stay long, I'm on the front desk."

"Is anyone else there with you?"

"No, but..."

"Well talk to me then, no one will hear. Tell me how much you really miss me."

"I miss you loads, Matthew," she replied reticently.

On the monitor, Tia was busily sucking the dear life out of Mia's perky nipples, causing the other twin to moan passionately. Tia moved down, kissing her sister's belly till she was on her knees. Matthew could just about make out an eager tongue pressing at the soft moistness, marked by a series of light moans. Taking a firm grip on the shaft, he began to pump up and down, fighting to stifle the gasps. "Does thinking about me make you wet, Heather?" he enquired breathily.

"Matthew!"

The thought of arousing his demure girlfriend as she sat behind the reception desk in a public building was mightily thrilling for Matthew. It took a little more prompting, however, to hear what he craved. "Well, does it, Heather? Does thinking about me get your tight little pussy wet?"

"Um, yes Matthew," she responded almost unwillingly, before lowering her voice: "It does make me wet."

Matthew grinned, tugging away with purpose. "And what do you intend to do about it?"

"Matthew! No! I can't."

"That's not what I want to hear, Heather. Now I want you to do exactly as I say, understand?"

"Y-yes," she answered.

"Okay, I want you to put a hand up inside your skirt for me, Heather."

"Matthew, no! I put phone down if you keep this craziness up," she countered, yet seemingly in no hurry to curtail the conversation.

"Do it," he growled. "Rub yourself for me. Imagine that's MY hand touching you in all your most intimate places."

As Matthew listened intently he heard the girl ever so lightly gasp as she finally relented and did as ordered. It caused him to sigh contentedly and a healthy dollop of precum to ooze from the eye. As Heather wrestled with her inhibition, his gaze returned to her younger sisters on the screen who had few inhibitions of their own. What an incredible family he'd stumbled upon!

Tia's face was buried between her sister's legs, the microphone picking up the generous sucking and slurping sounds. Mia's fingers were raking through the other girl's hair, her head tossed back, eyes clamped tight. It was the hottest sight he'd witnessed in a long time, and young Matthew had seen some hot things of late!

"Oh my, Matthew, someone coming into reception," interrupted Heather, breaking the spell.

He exhaled hard, the very thought almost making him cum. "That's okay, just leave your hand where it is and deal with things as if nothing's happening."

He listened as Heather spoke to the visitor, her voice slightly guttural. He wondered with relish if the visitor could smell her pussy juices lingering on the air. "Find your clit for me, Heather honey, and give it a good hard rub," he continued to order into her earpieces.

"Yesssssss," she hissed under her breath and under his spell. "Oh Matthew, you so naughty. That man he give me funniest look. I sure he suspect something. You got me all wet now."

"Good, now keep rubbing and imagining that's me under the desk. Pinch a nipple too through your blouse."

"Oh I am," she replied breathily. "I want you so much. I no care if someone catches me."

"Good."

If Matthew listened closely enough he could hear the squelch of finger in sopping wet pussy that confirmed she was indeed obeying his order. Yet his attention was distracted momentarily back to the monitor once more as, onscreen, her sisters continued their illicit tryst. Tia was prodding her tongue enthusiastically up around Mia's clit as Mia pinched each of her nipples and bit into her bottom lip. It was such a heavenly sight, especially when accompanied by Heather's gentle moaning in his ear. Mia's tiny body went into uncontrollable spasm and she let out a gleeful squeal and bathed her twin's face in cunt honey. Changing positions she returned the favour.

Lost for a moment in their revelry, Matthew was only brought back to his senses when Heather growled: "Oh gosh Matthew I about to cum..."

That made four of them. Voice quivering, she let out a gleeful squeal akin to her younger sister's. Matthew was close behind in his climax, standing to direct his gush of seed into a swab of tissues on the desk. Finally Tia was pushed over the edge by her sister's tongue, screaming so loud it was a wonder Heather didn't hear. "Matthew, I must go clean up," she panted. "You invite me round tonight, yes?"

"You're on," he replied, already thinking ahead with lustful thoughts.

As he put down the phone and his limp cock away, Matthew was heartened to see the girls rushing around to make up for lost time. Clad now in the snug-fitting French Maid's outfits, they looked divine. Moreover, they appeared to like the look, doubtless intent upon teasing their employer until he might relent.

It was then that he was alerted to a new e-mail. He didn't recognise the sender's name at first, Rosemarie Palmer, and it took a few lines to jog his memory. Of course, she was Rosie, Amy's teacher in England, a woman with whom Matthew had enjoyed a rather thrilling dalliance during the short trip.

It seemed from the e-mail that she and boyfriend Tom were soon to embark on a three-week trek east, with a short stop-off in The Philippines on the agenda. Friends they'd arranged to stay with had let them down at the last minute and Rosie wondered if there was anywhere he could recommend that was reasonably priced.

Matthew smiled wistfully, recalling Rosie's pleasant curvature, womanly hips, large bust and bubbly demeanour. She was the perfect embodiment of the western woman, so different from the waif-like Filipinas he was surrounded by latterly. There could be some fun to be had, particularly with all the hidden cameras in the apartment. As if his love life wasn't complicated enough already!

Within seconds he'd responded saying that she and Tom were welcome to spend a few days at his place. It had ample space and he'd welcome the company. In fact, any reminder of England would be a blessing, like a living postcard. Rosie came back immediately with a line to say thanks for the offer but really they couldn't impose on him. Equally insistent, Matthew wouldn't take no for an answer. Eventually the teacher relented and arrangements were put in place for the couple's arrival in three days time.

Twenty more minutes elapsed as the twins sped around to complete their cleaning chores, both bedrooms sparkling once more and a pleasant lemony zest filling the whole apartment. The chores were followed by Mia undertaking a fortnight's worth of ironing whilst her sister prepared lunch. Matthew handed out the wages and a little more to get the outfits dry-cleaned and spotless for next time.

But now came the hard part: he had to choose just one to take on permanently, an almost impossible task. How could twins be separated? It just wasn't natural, besides which he was rather partial to seeing the two together, particularly if they put on shows like the one from earlier. It was going to cost him double, but what the hell, it wasn't as if he couldn't afford such a luxury. And two pairs of hands were better than one, particularly when they belonged to these little minxes.

He could talk to some of the well-heeled neighbours in the block who could surely use some domestic assistance. There might even be a business opportunity in it somewhere, the twins leaving overjoyed and in the mistaken belief that their new employer had acted like the perfect gentleman. Heather would get a glowing report and hopefully Matthew would get the damn good fucking he deserved that evening.

And he did. She was barely inside the door before their mouths were fused together passionately. Tongues lashed wildly as the pair reignited their passion and took it on a step. Easing down off her tiptoes, Heather grinned inanely, hypnotised by her English lover. "Gosh Matthew, you make me so hot earlier on telephone. I been thinking about you all day," she said between gasps of pleasure as her lover reached over to cup her bum cheeks and lift her back to him.

At the same time he unzipped hastily, the jeans and boxers pooling at his feet as a huge erection sprung up to trap itself in the crack of Heather's butt. Arms wrapped tight around his neck, knees up by his armpits, Heather tossed back her head and allowed her neck to be nuzzled as they stumbled together to the wall.

With purpose Matthew wrenched aside the crotch of her panties and angled his manhood, the head meeting the soft juicy crack in one easy motion. Heather gasped as she was impaled by the impressively proportioned cock for the first time. So much more fulsome and fulfilling than his fingers, it spread the moist passage wide. Anchored by the wall, as the shaft opened her up fully it stretched the boundaries of a tight little vagina.




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His hands moving inside to support her thighs, Matthew drove in with purpose till he was fully up to the balls. Her heels gripped his buttocks, their bellies and lips touched and her small breasts were crusted to his defined chest. A young woman with whom he was fast falling in love, there was little of the rough brute in evidence that had pervaded with love rival Connie, as Matthew took things slowly. Ensuring to kiss all over her lips, neck and shoulders, he administered long leisurely strokes that pulsed through her pussy like electric current. Heather closed her eyes and clung on for dear life, all her senses awash with sexual joy as Matthew invaded her body.

The self-conscious and awkward young man of just a month before and who, up to that point, had bedded one woman only, was barely recognisable. Transformed under the expert tuition of his four lovely sisters, his lustful mother, the other red hot girls in England, and not forgetting Connie, he had become a stud. An impressive collection of women, Matthew had a great deal to thank them all for, as did Heather who was now reaping the benefit in precision lovemaking.

Their lips brushed once more and she poked out her tongue for him to suck on as he maintained a pulsing, mesmerising rhythm, pushing her body against the wall with each thrust. Heather mewled as her body was taken over completely, her tiny hands tracing a line down his muscular shoulders and arms.

Stopping momentarily, Matthew moved inside to the couch with his lover in his arms. He laid her down, taking a short while to admire her nakedness as she wrapped a hand around his thick shaft, stroking gently to maintain its strength. Climbing on top, Matthew pressed the concrete stiff cock deep back inside her willing cunt, pumping repeatedly until both were breathless. An hour of intense love-making culminated in two of the most explosive orgasms either had experienced. Sex, it seemed, just got better and better for young Matthew Ryder the more he engaged in it.

The lovemaking session was followed by a nice hot soak in the tub of the freshly spruced bathroom. Heather climbed in between her lover's legs, bum in between, knees raised and feet on the outside. Matthew soaped up generously and, as she lay back and melted into his strong chest, he palmed her tiny breasts.

Feeling his cock rise once more to press her lower spine, Heather rotated to face him. Straddling her lover's manhood, the entry was accommodated by the soothing water that lapped around his thighs. They made generous love for what seemed an eternity and until the water had turned lukewarm and their bodies were pocked with goose bumps. Dried off, they headed to Matthew's bed where Heather spent the night in his arms, only disappearing at dawn to get to work.

Matthew lay in, giving Johnny a miss and reflecting upon the past few days, wondering what lie ahead. It was in his owns hands, wasn't it? Well no in actual fact. As he gazed at the ceiling, little did young Matthew Ryder realise what drama was waiting around the corner, how little influence he would have upon things and how fate would conspire to mould his future.

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The final chapter of this story will follow shortly.



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In the three days before Rosie and Tom's arrival, Matthew Ryder kept busy spending the days with Johnny Frio and the nights with Heather. Both had prospects of becoming long-term partnerships, especially after Heather accepted Matthew's proposal of marriage. The following day, a $2,000 ring adorned the finger of perhaps the happiest girl in Manila.

The fact that Tino Sala rang with congratulations five minutes after his return from lunch told Matthew that his new fiancée wasn't backward in coming forward when it came to broadcasting the news. No doubt the diamond encrusted band found was waved triumphantly under Connie's nose on the way. Heather had succeeded in bagging the most eligible bachelor in Manila.

From that point forward, wedding talk persisted exclusively during their time together as Heather busily planned the perfect day down to a tee. In fact, it got so much that Matthew was quite glad of the break when Heather disclosed her plan to visit relatives in Cebu City.

Alone at last, he was overjoyed at the prospect of hosting a couple of English guests, commandeering the limousine to pick them up in style from the airport. Winding down the blacked-out window, he gestured his guests over. A humble schoolteacher unused to pomp and ceremony, Rosie's big doe eyes almost popped out of her head. "Welcome to Manila," Matthew heralded.

Meeting Tom in the flesh for the first time wasn't at all what Matthew had expected: tall and skinny with light ginger hair, barely discernible eyebrows and a beaky nose. As the pair sat opposite Matthew with a bottle of Armand de Brignac chilling in between, Tom put his arm around Rosie protectively, relaxing just a little when Matthew disclosed the engagement which in turn went some way to explaining the champagne. The truth was, he was pleased to see two westerners for the first time in over a month and intended to make their stay a memorable one.

The champagne disappeared during an hour-long journey, leaving all three heady. Their excitement was exacerbated by the prospect of what lie ahead. Tino had chartered a boat for the evening to host a fancy dress party for his staff and a few special guests. They had two hours to visit the fancy dress shop and to get ready.

Back inside the apartment, as they unloaded upstairs, Matthew sat in the study, feet up on the desk and watching as the spy camera that was trained on the bathroom streamed back images in real time. A short wait, action at last came via Rosie's entrance, shedding her t-shirt and edging towards the mirror. As she bent to survey her face in close-up, an expansive bosom plunged in a lightweight lacy bra, threatening to spill out. It was some sight to behold for the horny young voyeur, rewarded with an instant hard-on.

Reaching behind her back, the sexy teacher unhooked, the pent-up pressure upon loosening causing the bra to catapult forward. It slivered down her arms and clear, a pair of large purplish areolae revealed. Those awe-inducing breasts heaved playfully as she arched and issued a seductive flick of the hair. Turning away from the camera, she twiddled the taps on the bath, activating a rush of water and rising steam that threatened to spoil the peepshow.

Stepping out of a lacy thong, a somewhat unkempt bush was revealed. "Tut tut, Rosie," she observed to herself with a smile. "We can't have THAT spoiling the bikini line."

"No we can't," answered Matthew to the screen, sporting a huge grin and settling back to enjoy.

Reaching into a paisley toiletry bag the sexy schoolmistress took out a tiny pair of scissors, snipping at the privet-like growth on her crotch. With dexterity she snapped the sure blades until a pair of lush pink pussy lips were just visible. Yet she wasn't done yet -- by far. Another rummage in the bag and a tube of gel emerged. Gathering up a healthy dollop in her fingers and fluffing it into a ball, she reached down to spread the foam generously among the tangle of clipped pubic hair. A gentle moan slipped out as fingertips came into contact with the outer lips of a plump cunt.

Delving into the bag a further time she withdrew a razor, bathing it under the hot tap until the blade warmed. Spreading her legs wide, Rosie drew the razor from bottom to top, sculpting a smooth passage up the right side. She did likewise up the left, gradually moving inward until just a thin wispy line of hair remained down the middle. With care and precision she manoeuvred the blade its length, causing the onlooking Matthew to wince. A perfect job, however, she took a moment to admire her handiwork and a perfectly smooth vagina, all pink and kissable. A further dip into the bag and she applied some soothing oil to the shaven mound before patting it.

Adding some bubble bath to the water, she splashed around with her hands and climbed into the rapidly ascending froth. Downstairs, Matthew was tempted to join her in the tub, before remembering with regret that he was an engaged man. Instead, he continued to watch intently as she eased down gingerly into the boiling water and teased her fulsome breasts with the soap, working up a healthy lather. Lying back to submerge, shoulders disappearing, she sighed as the hot swirl conferred upon her a rosy glow. Wringing out a sponge over her tits, rivulets of water cut trails through the foam to reveal the delicious oversized orbs once more.

Following a thorough all-over scrub with the sponge, she lifted her legs out of the water and placed her heels on either side of the bath. Regrettably for Matthew, the gorgeous pussy remained tantalisingly below the camera's range. It was, however, pretty obvious from the contorted look on her face exactly what Rosie was up to: she was up to her knuckles in freshly shaven snatch. Occasionally she'd elevate from the buttocks, giving awesome glimpses of her finger fucking frenzy. Her face was masked in lust. 

Having worked herself up into a frenzy, she came with a loud gasp, receding into the froth momentarily to come down off the orgasmic high before climbing guiltily to her feet and into a fluffy towel that had been warming on the hot rail. Matthew's eyes never left her body as she dried. Satisfied, she headed to the bedroom to join her slumbering lover. At the press of a button, the screen on the pc changed over, Matthew with her all the way down the landing and in through the door, upon which he switched over to a third camera. The place was as secure as a bank vault.

Shedding the towel to stand naked before the mirror, Rosie looked utterly comfortable with her voluptuous nakedness. Squeezing water from the ends of her hair into an upturned palm, she flicked it at her drowsy lover. He came too with a start. Before he could offer a word of protest, she thrust her lips to his, muffling any discord. But teasingly she pulled back, offering a coquettish smile, bouncy tits wobbling in his face. Tom rocked up onto his backside, trying to trap one of the prominent nipples in his lips. "Naughty, naughty," Rosie chastised before ambling back to the mirror and going about her tousled hair with a dryer as Tom glanced slyly at the reflection.

"Me, naughty? Look what you've done to me," he mock-protested.

Matthew's eyes moved momentarily from Rosie's shapely body to Tom's. Lounging in a pair of white briefs on the bed, a tent had erupted at the front. "I hope you're going to do something about THIS, young lady," Tom chimed.

"Oh, and if I don't?" Rosie purred, pirouetting to face him once more.

"Then I'll have to punish you," Tom replied, climbing to his knees on the bed.

"Ooh," Rosie cooed. "And how will you do that?"

Tom rubbed his chin. "I'll spank you so hard that Matthew will hear."

Downstairs in the study, Matthew sighed long and hard. He hadn't been too sure of Tom at first but was gradually warming to a man after his own heart. How Matthew could spank Rosie's bottie right now -- if, of course, he didn't happen to be engaged.

He watched as Rosie shuffled forward on her knees to stand head high to Tom's crotch, reaching over to ease the briefs down over the bulge. Tom's cock sprung up, sprouting from a mesh of ginger pubes and nudging her cheek. Flicking a stray strand of hair behind an ear, Rosie let the bloated tip come to rest upon her lips, dispensing a hot kiss that caused Tom to groan wistfully. Tongue extending, she gave the underside of the purple head a good licking before it disappeared into a cavernous mouth that was surely designed with the sole purpose of giving blowjobs.

As she slid her lips up and down the hard shaft with relish, Tom reached down to give her tits a good firm squeeze. As Rosie moaned at the attention, her lover's cock slipped out. It was dripping with saliva. "Fuck my face, Tom," she hissed. "Give it to me hard."

Grinning and taking a firm grip of the semi-damp hair, Tom didn't need asking twice. Angling, he shoved his cock back in deep before beginning a rhythmic pounding motion. Rosie groaned in a muffled manner as her face was abused. So hot was the thought of doing it in Matthew's guest bedroom (and not for one moment realising they were closer to their host than it was possible to imagine) soon Tom was brought to the verge of orgasm.

Matthew didn't need to see the evidence itself to know that Tom had cum, for his face contorted almost painfully. At the same time, Rosie tipped back her head and gurgled down the load. Having swallowed every droop, she told him to run along to the bathroom as time was getting on. At that point, Matthew turned off the cam before he was tempted to do something he might regret. This was no way for an engaged man to act.

And he had to get ready too. A fancy dress party, the theme of the night was characters from the movies. Matthew -- naturally -- would be going as James Bond, Rosie as Barbarella and Tom as Spiderman.

An hour later, after a sweep of Manila's plushest estates, the limousine arrived and Matthew climbed in next to lawyer Tino Sala. Resplendent in a blue Austin Powers get-up, complete with comic teeth and glasses, he was introduced to Rosie and Tom. Among the others in the opulent conveyance was Connie Truong, dressed sexily in a yellow tracksuit as Uma Thurman's Black Mamba character from Kill Bill. A surprise for Matthew, it struck him that he hadn't set eyes upon the girl since fucking and humiliating her the previous week. They exchanged a sly glance and he had to remind himself once more that he was engaged to be married.

Manila Bay by night a wondrous sight to behold, the moon on the horizon cast a cloudy orange glow across an oil-brown rippled surface. The two tourists' jaws hit the deck as they climbed aboard the boat. "Now I realise why you didn't necessarily want to stay in England," Rosie gushed, leaning up to kiss Matthew's cheek.

Tom didn't seem to notice -- or for that matter care -- for his attention had been wrested by a trio of Filipina girls from Tino's office who'd come as Charlie's Angels. "A great shame Heather not make it," Tino observed.

Matthew nodded though he was not necessarily in agreement with the sentiment. Following his fellow Brits to the bar, the trio availed themselves of cocktails. A fifteen-minute wait for the remaining guests to board, they were light-headed even before the boat had raised anchor. "Ah, this is the life," sighed Tom who'd quickly learned how popular western men were among all these hot little Filipinas.

As a result of his burgeoning carnal designs on Charlie's Angels, he missed the little touches Matthew issued his girlfriend's way. At first they were brushed aside by Rosie but, as the evening progressed and the boat headed out to sea, they went unchecked. Almost unconsciously Matthew rested his hand on her thigh, squeezing lightly. Rosie smiled and placed her own smaller hand on top.

They did, however, have to exercise some degree of caution, especially with Connie buzzing around like an angry hornet. Matthew doubted she needed much of an excuse to report any indiscretion to Heather in a futile attempt to break the engagement. But thankfully, with three senior partners from the law firm and the crusty old judge from the dinner party in attendance, Matthew -- for now at least -- was of secondary importance to the ambitious legal executive.

A slow song played, the ideal opportunity arose to drag Rosie up onto the dancefloor. Like the gentleman he was, Matthew ensured to request Tom's permission. Rather than raising an objection, secretly he rubbed his hands together, sensing an opportunity of his own with the Dylan Sanders clone, the most flirtatious of the Angels. Though doubtless he had aspirations of cracking all three little beauties -- together if possible. The self same thought had crossed Matthew's mind and might well have been acted upon but for his newfound fidelity -- well sort of.

As Tom staggered away in drunk pursuit, leaving the coast clear, Matthew took the opportunity to get closer to Rosie, giving her earlobe a nuzzling as her chin rested on his shoulder. He adored the feel of her breasts pressed tight to his chest and an understated scent that arose the closer they pressed. With half a dozen strong cocktails in her belly, Rosie rocked from side to side, holding on for dear life. When the song ended, they exchanged a tender kiss.

Sensing Rosie's apprehension, dutifully Matthew went off in search of Tom. The quest took him up onto the deck. Instead of getting it on with the lovely Angel or Angels, Tom's head was over the side of the boat. Matthew winced as the sound of vomiting sullied the perfect evening. That was closely followed by a clap of thunder and the first spots of rain.

Sadly, what could have turned into a late night / early morning on the ocean waves was foreshortened by the violent storm that followed and made for hazardous cruising. In actual fact, none of the guests had noticed it particularly, the boat's erratic jerking counterbalanced by their own alcohol-induced rocking. But the captain did and, fearful of the repercussions if he lost a boat full of lawyers and other assorted highfliers to the deep blue sea, the vessel was forced back into the harbour.

As they alighted, Tom looked the worst affected of everyone on board, green around the gills, eyes glazed and he was swaying from side to side, even on dry land. The limousine showed up on cue and Matthew helped Rosie get her boyfriend inside. The driver proceeded to make various drop-offs around Manila until just four of them remained. So intent was Matthew to ensure Tom didn't throw up on the upholstery that he barely noticed Connie. As they reached his apartment, she alighted too, gripping Rosie's hand. 

Getting Tom to the bedroom was like trying to shift a sack of potatoes. He bounced from wall to wall along the landing like a pinball. But eventually, and with much effort, Matthew succeeded. His guest still fully clad in Spidey outfit and shoes, nonetheless Matthew deemed his responsibility to have been fulfilled, heading back to the lounge as a front of pained snoring resonated on the air.

He pulled up sharply, having to look twice. Rosie and Connie were in a clinch on a couch, hands on one another's hips, lips smacking gently. The young man couldn't deny they made an awesome-looking pair: Rosie's buxom English wench-like quality in stark contrast to Connie's sylph-like Filipina grace. Their filmstar outfits shed and down to just their underwear, they glanced up momentarily and smiled at the onlooker. "Don't mind me," observed Matthew, taking to an armchair opposite, the perfect vantage point.

Sobered up from a journey of nursemaiding Tom and with Heather at the forefront of his mind, Matthew was more than happy to hang back and spectate. He figured that watching didn't really constitute cheating. After a minute of heavy petting, Rosie drew back and allowed Connie access to her gorgeous breasts. Connie pawed them through the bra, drooling at the feel. The legal executive's deft fingers moved around the back to unhook it, allowing Rosie to shimmy free. Her unrestrained bosom heaved and separated, bringing a lustful smile to the horny Filipina's face. Tits like these were a rarity in Manila.

Taking a grip of the left boob and with a sly eye on Matthew, Connie fed the aroused nipple into her lips, savouring its taste. She sucked and nibbled, causing Rosie to toss back her head and mewl. Shedding her own bra, the legal executive unveiled a pair of far smaller breasts, topped nonetheless with delicious chocolate nipples. Moving close, the pair rubbed their assets together, groaning in mutual pleasure.

For Matthew's benefit they made a show of removing one another's thongs slowly and seductively, lots of tactile movement and heavy breathing. Naked, they stood and danced to an imaginary tune, bumping and grinding like pole dancers. In fact, all that was missing was the pole -- discounting the one in Matthew's trousers. "You no want join us, Matthew?" enquired Connie with a pout, before immersing her face in Rosie's once more.

"No," he replied unconvincingly, although betrayed already by a treacherous cock that dug painfully into the zip fly and threatened to erupt through at any moment.

All it took to persuade him was for Rosie to hold back her hand in his direction and his newfound faithfulness was found severely wanting. Latching onto it, thoughts of Heather were quickly expelled out of mind. The two lovelies sat him down between them on the couch, zip wrenched down, trousers and boxers yanked to the knees. An imperious cock sprung up to thump his belly like a beater on a drum.

Connie placed her hand on the back of the upper foreskin, teasing it down to unveil a bulbous and bloodshot knob. Needing little prompting, Rosie was down on her knees in seconds, churning up a spit ball in her mouth and letting it fall slowly from her lips. As it made contact with the bloated mushroom head, her lips followed, plunging down. Matthew gasped as his cock was assailed by a soft velveteen tongue. Rosie paid careful attention, licking under the ridge and over the eye, whilst massaging the shaft with a gentle hand.

"Gimme summa dat cock, bitch," ordered Connie, lifting Rosie forcefully away by the hair.

Denied the gorgeous appendage, Rosie's face clouded and the pair growled at each other momentarily like combatants before breaking into smiles and sealing their mutual lust with a hot tongue-twisting embrace. "Oh gosh, I taste Matthew's cock all on your tongue," Connie gushed.

Breaking away, the Filipina suctioned down hard on Matthew's pole, taking its full length in one swallow. Sucking purposefully as the head tickled her throat, she seemed devoid of a gag reflex. As she coveted Matthew's manhood, Rosie climbed up on the couch beside him. Hooking a leg over and taking a grip on the back of the couch, she straddled Matthew's chest. He could feel her damp cunt on his chest hair as she moved her hips, leaving a snail like trail as she ascended.

Matthew shimmied down until his face was crotch high, staring straight into a beautiful looking and highly aroused cunt. Smooth from its earlier shaving, the lips were slick with excitement, craving attention. Pushing out his tongue and craning forward, Matthew flicked at the soft pink petals, savouring their musky scent. Rosie rolled her hips and adjusted until she was squatting over his face, knees beneath bent at ninety degrees.

Down below, hearing the sound of slurping tongue on wet cunt, Connie went about the task of cocksucking with added gusto, head bobbing up and down the shaft in a piston-like movement. It was as if she would swallow his whole cock, given half a chance, and at extremes of penetration, Matthew felt the head dig deep in her throat.

He groaned with passion, the sound muted by Rosie's wanton vagina. Pushing down from the hips to meet his urgent upward tongue-lashings, she squealed and hissed with glee. The squeals turned to loud and unashamed cries when Matthew reached up blindly and took both mammoth breasts in hand, administering a series of good hard squeezes. They compressed easily in his palms, the pressure causing blood to pump into each nipple and sprout to obscene lengths.




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As she surfaced for air down below, lungs inflating and deflating wildly, Connie wiped a mix of saliva and precum from the side of her mouth, grinning with sore lips. Freed from the attentive mouth, Matthew's spittle-coated cock jerked back, hovering upright. Craving more than a tongue inside her, Rosie slid down his chest to meet the cock head, depositing a syrupy trail of cunt slime in her wake. Angling her buttocks to trap the head in the entrance to her pussy, the thick cock, its veins pumped up to bursting point, slid up inside her juicy love tunnel. Both cried out as they coupled, Matthew's hands reaching round to support her back as she rocked gently in his lap, her slit consuming every thick inch.

For a few moments Connie stood idly on the sidelines wondering where SHE might fit in. As Matthew and Rosie locked in an unbreakable embrace, there seemed little opportunity for the horny Filipina to join. As Matthew pumped up from beneath, shaft stretching Rosie's lovely cunt, the English girl's buttocks lifted then plunged, lifted then plunged, the air loud with the slapping of meat into folds of cunt. This went on for several long strokes until suddenly she felt an entirely new sensation, squealing with unmitigated joy: "Oh God Matthew," she panted. "She's licking my arse."

As Matthew pulled her close to him once more, those lovely tits were crushed against his manly chest. He glanced down over her shoulder to see Connie's face fused between her buttocks, tongue making generous swirls. Merely holding it to the tight brown ring, as Matthew rammed his cock upwards into her cervix, was sufficient to send Rosie into throes of delight. "Oh fuck I'm gonna cum," groaned the voluptuous schoolteacher as Matthew's cock drove up unerringly and Connie feasted hungrily on her anus. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuuuck, I am, I'm cumming," she wailed, body wracked in waves of climactic pleasure that coated Matthew's shaft in her juices.

Yet, as she stilled, Matthew was still to reach HIS climax, cock as hard as a slab of granite. As Rosie climbed aside, still panting and shaking and spilling cunt juice all over the couch, Connie honed in immediately on Matthew's cock. Taking it down in one starved gulp, she pursed her lips and drew back up the length, cleaning it totally of Rosie's honey. Grinning she moved aside, placing her head between Connie's legs and did the same like a human vacuum cleaner. "Now, my turn for hard fucking, yah," she breathed, fingernails digging the top of Matthew's chest. 

Turning way, she knelt down on the carpet and assumed a position on all fours, glancing back slyly over her shoulder. His cock throbbing like it had been hit with a sledgehammer, Matthew was utterly powerless to resist. Moving quickly into place, his hands took a firm grip on the Filipina's hips as his cock tip made an exploratory sortie between her legs. Having quickly recovered from the absolute fucking of her life and, anxious not to miss out on the red hot action, Rosie joined Matthew, whispering something in his ear. A shared smile, she kissed him deeply before crawling beneath Connie.

As Matthew teased the Filipina's pussy with his cock head, the unmistakable peal of tongue licking clit filled the air. The way to Connie's pussy barred, Matthew realigned, targeting her bumhole as suggested by Rosie, the tip scraping the tight clenched ring. Wary of how tight her vagina had been, he feared the worst. Reaching down, he laid his thumb on the brown ring and pushed. As the tip worked in, Connie yelped. "Oh no, not my tight little ass. Matthew, nooooooo!"

Too late, with a little added pressure Matthew's thumb slid all the way in, gripped tightly by the snug anal walls. He wiggled it around inside causing Connie to suck in air in staccato breaths. Drawing back, the thumb came out with a little pop before the knot sealed tight. To accommodate the entry, the ever helpful Rosie reached around and prised apart each buttock. Yet, even at full stretch the hole was no bigger than a penny.

But Matthew was nothing if not resilient and, as Rosie pulled harder, taking aim he slammed forward with purpose. The fat cock head hit dead centre, ploughing straight in until it was trapped about half way down the shaft. Connie screamed, receiving instant soothing from Rosie as she went to work with an eager tongue on the Filipina's swollen clit. Taking a breath and issuing a warning to relax, Matthew rammed the last few inches in, prompting a pained shriek. Holding there to savour the wondrous feel, he heard Connie issuing expletives under her breath. Drawing back he embarked upon a steady rhythm that suited both parties, bringing himself ever closer.

Throughout a five-minute anal ordeal, Connie never stopped hissing and blowing, cursing and squealing. When she felt the embedded cock jerk, she banged her palm on the carpet. Finally having lost control, Matthew exploded in her anus, a gush of seed washing her bowels as it shot upwards. When Rosie's fervent chewing on her clit reached a crescendo, Connie came seconds later.

Pulling away, his cock throbbing and raw, immediately the madness of the whole charade hit Matthew, delirium turning to panic. It had needed little prompting to become unfaithful. "You can, um, sleep in my bed," he said sheepishly to Connie. "I'll stay here on the couch."

Rosie wished them both goodnight and disappeared in her own cloud of guilt.

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First to awake the following morning, his dreams dark and foreboding, Matthew felt sickened by his actions, an overwhelming urge having arisen to escape the claustrophobic apartment. One person he could rely on to take his mind off things was Johnny Frio, an earlybird whose day could start literally at any hour.

The streets outside were awash with the residue of the previous night's storm: billboards had splintered and fell, trees were upturned, fences had panels missing, resembling rotten teeth and slates from roofs lay wherever they happened to fall. Taking the long route, Matthew reflected on his infidelity as the effects of the storm became ever more severe the closer he got to the marina. For all its beauty, Manila had some dark undertones.

Ankle deep in water along the esplanade, he hopped from raised paving slab to drain cover, only to discover Johnny slouched in the doorway of the office, broom in hand. The flood barriers having been breached, the office had little protection from the elements and a raging cesspit of water. "It happen every so often," observed Johnny ruefully. "A day or two we be up and running again. But for now I go home if I were you, Matthew."

Traipsing off home, again Matthew took the long route, if only to clear his head. He observed folks taking stock of their losses and assessing how to put the wrong right. They were a resilient bunch these residents of Manila, used to this sort of thing. When eventually he arrived back home it was gone nine and the house was quiet. He discovered a handwritten note left by Rosie: "Gone sightseeing with Connie. Tom's still in bed."

Heading off to the study, Matthew buried his head in his hands and sighed long and hard. He looked at the picture of Heather on the desk, smiling and happy. "Give me one more chance, please," he mouthed.

Turning on the pc, he had it in mind to seek solace from a family member in England. However, a buzz on the intercom drew his attention away. It was one of twins, Mia. In all that had happened, Matthew had forgotten it was cleaning day. Tia was doubtless at one of the other apartments, thanks to Matthew having persuaded three of his neighbours to take them on. It meant that the girls now enjoyed almost full-time employment. At least that had bought him a few brownie points with Heather.

He allowed Mia up but, head pounding and weighted down with guilt, he was in no mood for making conversation. Instead he secreted himself back in the study and waited for the connection to kick in. It was only then, however, that he realised having omitted to mention Tom to Mia. Whoops. Quickly he activated the live stream to the bedroom. Too late now for a warning, Mia had just barged in wearing the French Maid's outfit, as at the same time Tom was busily giving his cock a good tug on the bed. It was hard to imagine who was the more shocked of the pair. Mia stood dumbfounded, Tom flustered, desperately trying to cover up. "I sorry I come tidy room," Mia clarified, blushing profusely.

Tom too blushed from head to toe to match his hair colour. "Why didn't you, um, knock first?"

"I not know Matthew have guest staying," she pleaded, her dark eyes welling up with tears.

Raising her hands in a show of contrition she took an unsteady step backwards, elbow brushing a vase that sat atop of the chest of drawers. It tottered from side to side before, almost in slow motion, crashing to the floor and splintering into hundreds of pieces. Mia shrieked when the realisation dawned of what she'd done, quickly bursting into tears. Surveying the scene, Tom exhaled deeply, the mood changing. "You realise if Matthew found out about this he'd fire you?"

Mia trembled. "Yes I know," she replied through sobs, head bowed.

With that, still naked Tom moved to the door and slid the bolt across. He placed both hands on the girl's shoulders. "Look, there is one way we can resolve the situation," he mused. "And hopefully you get to keep your job."

Mia looked up into his eyes with a hopeful expression. "I'll do anything," she promised.

Tom issued a lecherous grin, taking a seat on the edge of the bed, his cock at half mast but soon back on the ascendancy. "First though you need to be taught a lesson."

Mmm, definitely a man after my own heart, thought Matthew as he observed from the comfort of the study. This was something he'd fantasised about doing hundreds of times. Mia seemed to know exactly what was required of her, moving in close and resting her belly across Tom's knees. The outfit's white frilly skirt hem rode up to reveal the girl's pert backside. Tom grappled around inside, his hand emerging with her panties. He let the garment twang on the backs of her knees as Mia wiggled in discomfort, fully exposed. "So what have you got to say for yourself?" Tom enquired in a menacing tone, revelling in the control he held.

Mia thought for a moment. "I'm sorry, I been a very naughty little girl," she responded through exaggerated breaths.

"Yes you have been," Tom replied disdainfully. "And tell me, what happens to naughty little girls?"

Mia inhaled hard. "They, um, they get punished," she mouthed.

"Yes they do," Tom said with a nod, lifting a hand shoulder high as Mia held her breath.

Twisting the wrist in mid air, his hand descended in a blur, the palm connecting with a soft young buttock half a dozen times in rapid succession. The slapping sound caused Matthew to grimace -- and stiffen just a little. Mia yelped at each smack, her left bum cheek glowing as the hand moved away. Not wishing to leave out the right one, Tom administered six more of the best on its soft raised mound, leaving the surface rouge. "Oh, please no more," begged Mia, wriggling and writhing like an eel in his lap.

Tom placed a hand between her legs, the tips of his fingers disappearing readily inside. "Mmm, what a dirty little girl you are."

"Yes," Mia concurred, arching her back. "You tell Matthew you break vase, yes?" she asked throatily.

"I might," he replied noncommittally, still basking in the power.

"Please," she entreated, glancing up as he toyed with her wet pussy. "Pleeeeeeeease," she groaned as the fingers found her clit.

With that he lifted her up with ease to face him, her legs straddling either side of his legs, a stiff cock pointing at her navel. Reaching down she smiled and stroked its length. "Ah, you big strong English man," she cooed.

"Pfft," mouthed Matthew from the study.

His best intentions having almost completely eroded, he'd a good mind to get up there and show her what a real English cock looked like. But he resisted the temptation for now, content to watch from afar as Tom lifted the slight frame, hands beneath her buttocks. Taking a moment to nuzzle at the nipples that brushed his face, Tom directed the head of his cock towards her tight young pussy opening. "Damn you're wet," he commented between chews as the tip nestled in the juice-laden nest of soft black pubic hair.

Mia moved her knees outward and pressed down simultaneously, allowing her cunt to be impaled. With a whimper her body moved down until she was fully loaded and stretched by cock. Tom lay back flat on the bed and let her do all the work, the little minx riding his hard cock as he toyed idly with her tiny breasts. They seemed a welcome change from Rosie's cumbersome ones and he was enjoying himself immensely. Mia panted as she rocked back and forth, the frenzied copulation persisting for a good five minutes. As Tom groaned, her face turned alarmingly pale. "No cum inside me please, mister. I no take no precaution.

Tom understood. He wasn't happy, wanting nothing less than to blow his load up her tight Filipina twat, but he understood. "Okay, get on your knees."

Mia obeyed, looking up through big brown eyes and opening her mouth in readiness. Tom squatted, knees bent slightly and holding the back of her head for support. His juice-coated shaft slid over Mia's cheek and slotted in the warm hole, forcing her to taste herself. With that he began to ram furiously in and out, using her mouth like a tight cunt. He pumped hard, forcing from the buttocks as Mia took the pounding uncomplainingly.

Five minutes of face fucking, a pained groan marked his orgasm, Mia's cheeks puffing out as he dispensed a huge thick load. As he pulled out, he milked a second wad in her eye. Mia wiped a backhand across, licked it off and stood. "Thank you, mister," she said with a curtsey.

"On your way, I'll cover with Matthew," Tom offered.

"Oh thank you, thank you," Mia enthused, clapping her hands together excitedly. "Maybe me and my twin sister come thank you later?"

Tom sighed, as did Matthew. He just couldn't get enough of this hot family. And there was still the blossoming youngest sister Elise to come. God only knew what SHE'D grow into under the tutelage of Mia and Tia. Manila had him well and truly hooked. It was with that thought that Matthew nodded off in the study chair.

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The last day Tom and Rosie spent in Matthew's company sped by with sightseeing and bar hopping but no more sex. Tom even spurned the threesome with Mia and Tia to concentrate upon getting his relationship back in order. Matthew too was glad of the break and he made a fresh promise to himself to remain faithful to Heather. Before he knew it, the couple were gone, moving on to Vietnam for the next leg of the tour. Whether it would live up to their time in The Philippines remained to be seen.

Their exit was counterbalanced by Heather's return from Cebu City in an ebullient mood. Apparently her relatives couldn't wait to meet her charming fiancé. Yet there was a shadowing lurking in the background in the shape of Connie. So far she'd yet to act upon the hold she had over the young man but it wasn't long before the first text arrived. Thankfully her demands were not unfair. If Matthew continued to fuck her twice a week at pre-arranged times, Heather need never know. He didn't enjoy being blackmailed, but agreed nonetheless to go along with the deal. Besides which, Connie's kinkiness made a welcome change from Heather's somewhat vanilla desires.

And that was how life went on for the next two months, during which time his inheritance went through and he was able to commit to the deal with Johnny. Investing $100,000, whilst gifting his mother and sisters $10,000 apiece, he still had a hundred grand to himself. It was a welcome cushion that would keeo in the life to which he was rapidly becoming accustomed.

As he walked to Connie's apartment one evening for one of their illicit sessions, his mobile phone rang. Matthew unfolded and held it to his ear. "Hi Matthew, it Connie."

"Oh hi, I was just coming round to see you," he replied cheerily.

"Don't bother, you longer required," she responded in a taciturn manner.

"W-what? W-why?"

"It's over, Matthew, time we both move on, yah."

Matthew was confused. "B-but...I thought..."

"You free Matthew. Now go."

"Hmm, okay if that's what you want."

Stopping in his tracks, he wasn't sure whether to be happy or sad. Connie was the perfect outlet for all his pent-up lust, she was the epitome of slutty and the embodiment of no-strings hedonism. But evidently he'd served his purpose. "Are you sure?" he checked.

"Yes I sure."

She paused a moment, before asking calmly: "You remember what you do to me first time we fuck yah?"

"Y-yes."

"Well I no forget either, Matthew."

Matthew recalled the humiliation she'd been subjected to: tied up, fucked roughly and left naked in front of her window cleaner, covered in spunk. "Y-yes...but I thought you got off on that sort of thing."

"Maybe, maybe not," she said coolly. "Anyway, we equal now. Bye Matthew."

With that the line went dead. Equal? What did she mean? Suddenly a horrible thought came to mind. He didn't have to wait long. The phone rang again and there was no need for Heather to speak, her strangled sobs requiring no translation. Connie had exacted bitter revenge. Folding away the phone, Matthew stumbled to the side of the road and sat down on a wall, wiping away a tear. He gazed to the heavens for a sign. Maybe life in Manila wasn't so great after all.

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Two days later Matthew sat in first class as the jet descended upon Heathrow. He needed to get away from Manila, if only temporarily. With the business on the up, pals like Johnny Frio, Ryder Tower getting ever near to completion and the plush luxury apartment he owned, there was little question of making the stay in England a permanent one. But a week with the girls was just what the doctor ordered to dispel the Manila blues. Besides which, the weather had taken a distinct turn for the worse in Asia whereas in Europe an Indian summer was in full bloom.

Four months since the funeral brought him to England for the first time since he was born, Matthew couldn't help but feel at home. There was something about England that The Philippines could never match. It was in the air and in the faces of the people. He only hoped the girls hadn't changed too much since his last departure. Oh what a shock the young man was in for!

His arrival at the airport was met by his mother Hannah, the pair throwing their arms around one another and holding tight for a good minute as they rocked gently. On the journey back, Matthew wanted to know everything that had happened since he'd been away, though his mother was in an oddly unrevealing mood. Immediately his fears were raised and he prayed they hadn't gone and got new lives. He craved for this coming week to be just like the last.

The youngest of the four girls, the petite blonde Amy, was first at the door to greet him, throwing her arms around his neck. At least SHE hadn't changed he was pleased to see. Well, maybe a little. He didn't like to say, but she'd put on a bit of weight since last time, her hips accentuated and womanly, and oh, her breasts. "Look Matthew, feel," she enthused, thrusting them into his palms.

"Oh my God, they're huge," he gasped. "How did that happen?"

And they were too, huge and heavy. Matthew took a few precious moments to mould them, revelling in their feel. Amy adored it too, purring contentedly. "Oh Matthew, I'm sooooooo glad you've come home."

He didn't like to impart that it was only for a week. Instead he squeezed her lovely new breasts and rubbed his crotch into hers. "Now you two, less of that," warned their mother.

As Amy eased back, Matthew couldn't help but notice the odd bulge in her belly. He lifted up the flouncy top she was wearing and stared, mouth agape. Amy blushed. "Yes I am and yes it's yours, Matthew," she clarified.




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Matthew's eyes bulged. "B-but it c-can't be..."

Amy's face remained passive. "It can only be. You were my first, my only..."

"Oh my God! Why did no one tell me?"

"Amy, give Matthew and I five minutes alone, honey," Hannah entreated, shooing her daughter away.

Amy agreed and skipped off as innocent as ever as Hannah took her son aside. "It came as a shock to all of us, Matthew. I was going to break the news to you shortly but wasn't sure how..."

Matthew blew hard. He was having difficulty taking it in. Yet that revelation was the tip of the iceberg. Hannah continued: "Matthew, um, when women live together...their, um, their menstrual cycles fall in line," she disclosed.

Matthew wasn't sure what that meant. It required Beth's entrance to provide the stark clarification. She too sported a pear-shaped lower body. Matthew placed a hand on the coffee-coloured expanse and exhaled. Jo came next, closely followed by Meg, both glowing as only pregnant woman could. The pair surrounded their brother, forming a trinity of tears as they hugged.

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The final piece of the jigsaw fell into place as Matthew awoke the following morning after a troubled night. "Come quick," cried Beth as the family gathered around the TV, the reporter's voice grave, the pictures dramatic. "The worst disaster in over a decade has hit the Philippine island of Luzon. Typhoon Xangsane struck devastating Manila Bay..."

"Oh Jesus," Matthew whispered, watching intently. "It can't be..."

He was looking at images of streets he'd walked down, places where buildings he'd been inside were now reduced to driftwood. Cars floated like boats and the ghostly shadow of death hung heavily. What was once the emerging Ryder Tower was gone completely, little more than an open-air swimming pool. He broke down in tears.

Fearing the worst, Matthew made immediate contact with Tino Sala. Thankfully none of his close friends were among the 250 or so victims. Even Johnny Frio who, had he been in the office would surely have been swept to his death, was safe and sound. Afterwards, Matthew contacted his shell-shocked partner to offer his sympathies. Johnny was happy to be alive but had taken this as the sign to call it a day, a decision Matthew had no qualms with. With his new responsibilities, he too had reached a major decision: he wouldn't be going back to Manila.

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EPILOGUE

Just before Christmas 2006, Matthew received a $500,000 pay-off from Johnny for his share following the sale of the business.

In January 2007, news came through that the insurance value of Ryder Tower could reach $2 million. It would provide the nest egg he craved. In the meantime, Matthew was busily setting up his own investigation business in England, using the knowledge he'd acquired from Johnny as a base. Well, he'd soon have a large family to support and needed a regular income.

In February 2007, Meg gave birth to a beautiful healthy baby girl she named Catherine.

Three days later, Beth gave birth to an equally beautiful and healthy baby girl she named Ebony.

A day later, Jo gave birth to a healthy handsome son and heir she named Stephen.

The following day, Amy shocked everyone by giving birth to tiny twin girls she named Chloe and Millie. They too were in perfect health and two lovely little things.

The most perfect family any young man could wish for, Matthew glowed with pride for weeks to come. Four lovely little girls, he couldn't wait to see them all grow up together. And a boy to keep the Ryder name going, what more could he wish for? And what fun Stephen would have growing up with his female cousins. The possibilities were endless.

Not one to give up after a setback, Matthew planned eventually to build a Ryder Tower in London. In fact he'd erect Ryder Towers all over the world, in Paris, Tokyo, New York and wherever else a business opportunity existed. Whatever happened, however, the extended family would stay together and learn to love together...

The End

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Suddenly Matthew felt Meg's body spasm and go limp, a little gasp escaping her lips. No time to dwell, suddenly a rogue cloud passed overhead to darken the scene. It was the cue for the pair of sibling voyeurs to hotfoot it away before risking an embarrassing discovery. "Um, sorry..." Matthew began as they traipsed off down the path. "That was wrong."

Meg pushed up on tiptoes to give her younger brother a peck on the cheek before running off ahead with an impish giggle. Lapsing into a childhood his overbearing father had denied, Matthew tore off in pursuit. Gathering up her shoes in hand and lifting the skirt above the thigh, Meg facilitated the sprinted escape, using her knowledge of the forest to thwart her pursuer.

However, his superior speed and stamina ensured that Matthew caught her just before the log. A symbolic crossing, it was the bridge that would take them out of the fantasy world of the forest and back to the mundane reality. Taking Meg in his arms and swinging her around, Matthew craved to prolong the moment just a little longer. The prospect of returning home eventually to his grandparents' terrace in the suburbs and then returning to city life in Manila was heart-wrenching.

As he wrestled with Meg, their limbs tangled and they tumbled to the floor whooping. Little thought for the neat and respectful clothes they wore, grass stains and mud scrapes were unavoidable. Going in for the kill, Matthew straddled his sister and tickled mercilessly at the belly, inducing an uncontrollable fit of laughter. Fortunately – or unfortunately – any further high jinks was curtailed by the arrival of blonde cutie Amy, 'the baby', shooting a curious glance across the stream. "You found him?"

"Yeah I found him," replied Meg, easing Matthew aside and rising to her feet with a smile.

Putting on her shoes once more and taking to the log with arms outstretched in a cruciate pose, Meg hurried to join her sister on the other side. Heel catching a dead slice of bark, a squeal rang out as the eldest sister tottered one way then the other, hands groping thin air before falling sideways and plunging in the waist high water with an undignified splash.

At the water's edge Amy was in stitches, doubled up with pained howls of laughter. Matthew too found it physically impossible to suppress a laugh. From the stream, Meg issued a look that was half pure evil, half bemusement. Hands on hips she pouted and appealed to her brother: "Help me out."

Matthew moved to the stream's edge, stretching to hold out a helpful hand. Yank! The next minute his body was moving forward of its own accord, feet unable to grip on the bank and landing hip high in cool water. Surfacing he blew a fountain of water from his lips. In retaliation for her wickedness, Matthew slashed the water with an arced arm, sending a sheet of water over Meg. As she squealed, his eyes were drawn to the hard nipples that had sprouted and pressed against the wet blouse. Meg grinned before launching a tidal wave of her own, things become messy. Up above them, Amy jumped up and down in sheer glee, her blonde ringlets animated.

So as not to be left out, the youngest sister bolted down the bank and launched herself into their midst, shrieking delightfully as she bombed the surface. The trio made sure to duck and splash each other thoroughly until every stitch of clothing was soaked through. Hauling himself out, Matthew lifted his sisters to the bank in a gentlemanly manner and they walked back bedraggled to the house. "Matthew is so much fun," observed Amy innocently, pressing to his side for warmth.

"Mmm yes he is," responded Meg, her thoughts of a somewhat less innocent nature.

Their mother was waiting for the errant trio. "What on earth...?"

"We had a little accident," offered Meg, eyelashes fluttering innocently.

"We fell in the stream," added Amy.

"Hmm, I can see that...all three of you...?"

Matthew caught sight of gran and grandpa in the background. Looking ready to depart, his heart sank. "You can't go home wet like that, Matthew," the old man scolded.

Matthew offered flustered apologies.

"Maybe Matthew can stay with us tonight?" suggested Amy hopefully, adopting a doe-eyed pose.

Matthew's ears pricked up.

"Hmm, I'm not sure about that," mused Hannah. "The first time we meet him and he brings you two back looking like that."

"It was an accident," Meg appealed. "And it wasn't Matthew's fault."

"Oh go on mummy, say Matthew can stay," pleaded Amy. "Please mummy, for my birthday."

Hannah rubbed her nose, giving her long lost son the once over and allowing a smile to restore her pretty features. "So, Matthew would you like to stay a short while?" she enquired, before addressing the girls collectively. "It'll mean you girls having to share."

"That's okay," chipped in Jo, the tomboy, who'd tagged onto the conversation, with lovely little dark-skinned Beth at her shoulder.

The other sisters looked at Jo in surprise as if there were totally out-of-character. Evidently Matthew's charm had melted her stubborn heart. "Say you'll stay with us, Matthew," entreated Amy.

He smiled. "Yes, I'd be honoured too."

Amy clapped her hands together like a seal, which was appropriate given her dripping state.

"Right you three, bathroom," commanded Hannah, playing the matriarch.

Matthew felt his cheeks flush.

"It's okay," said Amy with an aside. "We have three bathrooms. Meg will show you."

As a delighted Amy skipped to the downstairs bathroom, the older girl guided Matthew upstairs to his. She hesitated teasingly at the door before pirouetting and heading off down the landing.

Overjoyed to be rid of the clinging clothes, Matthew stripped and hung them to dry on the hot rail. The steaming bath filled to a third of its capacity, he climbed in among the welcoming suds. Oh that felt so good. It hadn't been the easiest of days, salvaged only by meeting the girls and discovering the joys of the forest.

A ten-minute soak having elapsed, a knock at the door caused him to look up in alarm. "Fresh towels," clarified his mother from outside. "It's okay, I won't peek."

She wandered in, keeping her promise, eyes elsewhere. Just as well, for the lather had receded to a light fringe, exposing Matthew completely. Hannah hung the towels on the hot rail then turned unexpectedly to face her son. Despite the promise of earlier, she did look, eyes lingering longer than was befitting of a young man's mother.

Matthew gulped as she smiled warmly and came to sit on the edge of the bath, overshadowing her long lost son. "You know Matthew, you're the age I first met your father," she mused as her son shuffled uncomfortably in the water. "He was a handsome devil back then. You remind me of him a lot."

The reminder of his father triggered the emotion to rise once more in the bereaved youngster and he found himself suddenly and unexpectedly weeping. "It's okay honey, really it is," she comforted, leaning in to take him into her arms in a display of maternal instinct.

Locked together, her soft hands stroked his back up and down as their cheeks touched. Given the proximity of the pair, a layer of bathwater unavoidably coated the front of Hannah's diaphanous blouse, turning it virtually transparent. Without a bra, the fulsome breasts that compared favourably to Meg's, stuck wetly to the front. As Matthew eased away from her grip he couldn't help but stare, bringing a flush to both their faces. Reaching out, she ruffled his damp hair, lips pursed. "I think we're going to enjoy having you here, Matthew," she mouthed.

And I think I'm going to enjoy it here too, he thought. A surprise rush of blood to the cock caused it to jerk and elevate, the head erupting through the surface. Quick to hide his embarrassment, Matthew flipped over onto his front. "Mmm, just like Jo," Hannah observed. "She likes having her back scrubbed by her mummy too."

Matthew was in no position to argue.

Taking hold of the bar of soap, Hannah dipped her hands in the bath and worked up a thick ball of lather. Leaning over as she perched on the edge of the bath, she massaged the soap into Matthew's strong shoulders repeatedly. Her touch was exquisite and Matthew's eyelids drooped contentedly. He was unable to relax completely, however, on account of the throbbing hard cock beneath him. "Look how wet you've made me..." Hannah observed, unbuttoning the blouse and shaking it clear to unveil a pair of gorgeous orbs that Matthew could just see out of the corner of his eye.

Despite being the unfavourable side of forty, the sag was minimal. And they were natural too, illustrated in the delightful heave and plunge as she jinked. The areolae were big and puffy, housing two enormous and highly sensitive nipples. Hannah placed a hand beneath each, appraising each asset, before lifting the right one to her lips and sucking the swollen nipple long and hard. Matthew could barely believe what he was witnessing. Lowering her skirt and stepping out of the panties, she cocked a leg up and stepped in to the bath, resting over the backs of Matthew's legs, knees supporting her weight in a masseur-type pose.

Matthew rested chin on hands against the back-bath, cock uncomfortable beneath him as his mother's flesh touched his. Soaping up once more, Hannah spread the lather thickly over her expansive tits, causing them to protrude yet further. Tilting forward she began to rub her son's back seductively with the delicious orbs. When Matthew realised what was happening he very nearly came in the bath, his cock stiffening yet further until it was painful. Hannah kept at it for what seemed an eternity, moaning as her sensitive nipples made tracks up and down her son's strong back.

Hands finding his hips, Hannah lifted till his torso was upright. Her tits that were pressed into his back felt like soft warm pillows. Breath racing, her lips traced a line from earlobe to shoulder blade, kissing every part of the manly neck in between. Adjusting his strong buttocks, Matthew felt the taut flesh rub the damp scrub of his mother's pussy.

Supporting him with one hand, the other caressed Matthew's wide manly chest, covered in damp matted hair. Hannah combed her fingers through the forest whilst nuzzling his neck. Lovingly she teased Matthew's nipples with the ball of her thumb, bringing a shudder of pleasure in the inexperienced young man.

Yet it was about to get a whole lot better as, without warning, the hand that had been by his waist moved stealthily across and inside his leg, grazing the cock and weighing the balls in her palm. Matthew groaned as she shifted to take hold of his cock, cradling it like a mother and baby. "Mmm, my darling boy," she enthused, moving the foreskin tenderly up and down to unveil the purple mushroom head beneath.

Matthew glanced down momentarily to see his mother's fist wrapped tightly around his cock and stroking back and forth in a gentle rhythm. Tossing his head back, he let out an impassioned sigh. At the same time Hannah rubbed her pussy into his arse. "Oh baby boy," she whimpered, upping the speed of her ministrations to the bloated member.

Matthew's cock jerked in her fist, blurring as she readily attained optimum speed. This carried on for what seemed like an eternity, Matthew's head swimming. When she did have to let go through wrist numbness, the lovely cock sprang back to thump his belly hard, such was its rigidity. Swapping hands, Hannah wrapped her fingers firmly around the beautifully proportioned appendage, jerking purposefully. "Cum for me, baby boy," she pleaded, their lips brushing as Matthew tilted his head to the side.

They kissed long and deep, lost in one another as Hannah's hand slipped and slid. "cum for me," she reiterated, both rewarded with an orgasm that smashed through Matthew's like a train wreck, a porcine squeal escaping her son's pursed lips.

Matthew fired at the sloped surface of the back-bath, depositing a healthy glob. Her strokes unerring, Hannah induced a second spurt that measured up to any of the previous men in her life's initial efforts. She glowed with the pride of a mother and a lover. Ensuring to drain every last drop of seed, she dunked his numb cock in the soothing water. Pushing up onto the soles of her feet, she kissed the damp crown and slipped out of the bath. "Now if you're a good boy, mummy will come to tuck you in at bedtime," she promised before departing.

She kept her promise too, leaning over her son in the semi-darkness of Jo's room, her heaving breasts almost spilling out of the silken nightgown. Reaching up with a smile, Matthew gave them a good hard squeeze. They compressed like sponge balls, the nipples bloating to his touch. "Oh baby," Hannah breathed as her tits were pawed, squeezed and fondled, lowering further to deliver a goodnight kiss.

Matthew parted his lips, allowing his mother's velveteen tongue to slip inside. They kissed with a passion that stole their breaths. Drawing back for air, Hannah smiled. "Welcome to the family, Matthew."

The tent halfway down the bed did not go unnoticed, eliciting a little grin from the wanton woman. But, as much as he tried to force them open, Matthew's eyelids were wavering and Hannah too knew that her energy was ebbing. It had been a draining day and for now fatigue had drawn a veil over it. But they realised a new one was just an energy boosting night's sleep away.

As she headed back to her bedroom, through the briefly opened door, Matthew heard excited chattering from the girls' bedrooms. His arrival had transformed not only his mother, but all four of her nubile daughters, each in various flushes of womanhood. Matthew sighed contentedly as sleep enveloped his body. Morning couldn't come quick enough.

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