6 comments/ 80304 views/ 11 favorites Missy Ch. 01 By: LibidinousBerlin Until this day I had always tolerated my stepmother, Missy. But now, watching, I realized how much I hated her. In the shadows, I couldn't make out her face but there was no mistaking that irresistible body. OK, maybe I was a bit jealous but what girl wouldn't be? I wanted breasts like those, large and firm, and conical, sloping slightly away, punctuated by taut, red nipples. They swayed with her movements as she stood, showing off her flat belly and the S-curve from her tiny waist to her athletic hips and never-ending legs. In between them, a tiny patch of black glistened with sweat and juice. And as she moved forward, she never released her hand from the base of her partner's enormous cock. I'd never seen an erect penis before but I knew instinctively that this was a monster. Missy had wrapped her fist around the trunk of it but the tip towered so far in the air that she actually had to lift a leg as she guided the head into her pussy. A groan came from the cock's owner, his face hidden in the shadows. I wouldn't say it was a sound of pleasure. But right now I was fixated on my stepmother who was slowly sliding down that fleshy baseball bat. "Ohhhh...my...God," she moaned. "You're going to be my slave young man! Whatever you do, don't cum! Do you hear me?" It was clear the massive instrument was causing her some difficulties. But she kept at it, letting her ass down on it and then rising back up, revealing her progress in the sheen of lubrication left on his shaft. As the cock head became visible, she eased back down impaling herself further, only to rise again slowly. As she did so, she lifted a nipple to her mouth and flicked at it with her tongue. The other hand alternately played with her clitoris and spread her crimson cunt lips open to accept more cock. She was half way down now, rising, falling, groaning, flinching as the rock hard invader crept toward her cervix. "It feels like it's in my throat," she gasped. "I love it. By God, don't you cum yet." She rose up one more time and then sank down for good, impaling her tight, taut ass, coming to rest on anonymous thighs. The fullness of it was obviously giving her a sensual thrill. "Mmmmm," she mewled. With her thighs, she began moving up and down the shaft, slowly rising to its top and then sinking down again. Her movements quickly became erratic as she tongued her tits and massaged her clit. The careful rise and fall gave way to a smashing up and down as she took her fill of cock. "I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm...aaaaagh..." And she shuddered and shook, her fingers now patting her clit, pounding out a pulsating orgasm. And even as she came, a young male voice, pled, "Please...ma'am...I...can't...hold it...much..." Hearing this, she rose off him, staggering like a woman drunk with orgasm. She grabbed the cock, still glistening with her juice and began pumping hard, with both hands. The tongue that had just nursed her own tits to orgasm now flicked out to the base of that proud cock and the groan it elicited was a final warning. From somewhere in the room came an "uggh" and my stepmother inched back as a jet of gooey cum splattered onto her ample tits. It was followed by another and another and another, until her breasts and stomach were plastered with white, sticky goo. Gobs dripped onto her thighs and down onto the black mat of pubic hair between her legs. But she wasn't satisfied. She began jerking him again, ignoring his yelp of discomfort. Her hands pistoned up and down, blurring with speed. "Oh, stop please, it hurts," the cock owner groaned. "There's more where that came," she hissed. "Give it to me. Give it to me!" She was jerking him violently now, licking his cock head. "Ohh...Ohhh...Aaaaaah!" And sure enough, his piss hole opened wide and tossed another stream of seed onto her dripping tits. So here was Missy, cool, aloof, a woman so beautiful that few men other than my Father dared approach her, a woman whose features, whose bearing were downright intimidating to other women, here she was kneeling down on a rug, covered in cum, worshipping the almighty cock that had just rocked her to orgasm. As she licked the bulbous head, poking her tongue into its hole, swirling around it, licking, cleaning, sucking on it, I could see the penis stiffening. The purple veins running the length of its underside began to bulge, pulsating as they pumped life back into the proud member. It's owner moaned again and believe me it was not a sound of amusement or enjoyment but of someone whose body was betraying him. Her partner's reticence seemed to excite Missy all the more. Roughly, she pushed his legs apart and crawled between them, wrapping her gorgeous breasts around his quickly thickening device. Instinctively, his hips bucked slightly as the penis sought contact, friction. As it slid through the tunnel of her tits, Missy continued ministering to the cock head with her energetic tongue, all the while taunting her mysterious sex object. "If you don't like it, tell me why your cock is getting so goddam stiff and hard again." She let a glob of saliva fall from her lips onto that majestic organ, smiling as the slippery fluid slowly ran down its length, disappearing between her breasts, mixing with the cum and pussy juice already lubricating this sensuous bout of masturbation. "Your dick likes it," she teased. "And let me tell you, I love your dick." Nature was quickly taking its course. The hips of this shadowy figure began bucking erratically, his groans increasing in intensity. Despite my shock at the scene unfolding in front of me, I must admit I was eager to see the bloated woody deliver another drenching of ooze onto my stepmother. Serves her right, I thought. As the cock moved up and down, Missy was seconding his efforts, her tits tightly clamped. Pearls of precum pouted out of that gorgeous cock head and the opening itself twitched as if trying to cry out. Somewhere in the darkness the phantom voice yelped, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming, oh God..." And at that, Missy backed away, panting, staring at that luscious cock, that rampant pole engorged with cum, on the verge of eruption. "Oh no you don't, not yet," she panted. Catlike, she grabbed the base of this penis with the thumb and forefinger of both hands, clamping with all her might. I could actually see the hole on the cock head contracting, desperately trying to ejaculate. "You don't cum until I tell you to," Missy warned, smiling menacingly at the figure in the shadows. With hindsight I now realize she was trying to postpone his ejaculation but as soon as she released her grip, that cock released its load, a stream of cream that caught Missy unawares, splattering on her eye and nose and matting her hair. "Ughh! God, Jesus, kid what are you trying to do, drown me?" she shrieked, wiping the jizz from her eye and sucking it down with her beet red tongue. It seemed Missy was trying to do some kind of Dominatrix thing but it was hard to take her seriously being that she was now covered from head to cunt with cum. "You little twerp," she spat, as she reached forward and pulled her partner into a sitting position. And at this moment, I knew I hated my stepmother. The face that emerged from the shadows was Kurt, a classmate of mine, a guy I'd been infatuated with for years. If there ever was a perfect young man, Kurt was it. He was an Adonis, with the bleached blond hair and dark tan of a surfer along with the spectacular upper body that all surfers possess. If that wasn't enough, he'd just won a swimming scholarship to Stanford where he would be majoring in chemical engineering next fall. We had been on the swim team together for years, doing daily doubles and thousands upon thousands of laps. He was a natural and so was I until the onset of puberty ruined my chances of becoming a world-class contender. Basically, my boobs started ballooning and my coach recommended breast reduction surgery to keep me competitive. My Dad nixed the idea. He didn't want me sacrificing my youth on the altar of competitive sports. And I wasn't all that sorry about it. My times in the 800 meters freestyle stagnated at about two and a half seconds off the world record. An eternity. What the heck, I was beginning to like my breasts. I overheard one of the guys whisper once that I was "the best two reasons he could think of to stay on the swim team." In the summer, Kurt worked as a lifeguard at our club to earn a little extra cash and he struck me and every other girl there as a Greek God, a finely chiseled work of art brought to life. But our Deity had one fatal drawback. For all his talents, for all his good looks, Kurt was painfully shy and still stammered his hellos to me after six years on the same swim team. I put it down to the fact that his parents are strict Baptists, but whatever. At age 18 I didn't have much womanly guile yet but every ounce of charm I could muster couldn't draw Kurt out of his shell. So imagine now, my shock as this beautiful young figure of a man slowly emerged from the shadows. An almost crazed fear glazed his blue eyes as Missy, the predator, sized up her prey. She pulled him to her, flicking her tongue onto his lips, him flinching as if he'd just lip smacked a branding iron. She gently kissed him, and I could see her red-hot, cum covered tongue worming its way into his unwilling mouth. He seemed to be on the verge of hyperventilating, frightened yet stimulated at the same time. As they kissed, his prick was already back at attention between their bodies, begging for release. Now Missy gently pushed Kurt's head down towards her breasts. "Lick my tits, stud," she hissed. "Lick all that nasty cum off them and share it with me. Come on faggot, you like sperm, don't you?" She taunted him as he resisted. "No, I can't, it's perverse," he replied. Was it sweat or tears streaming down his face? I couldn't be sure. "Perverse? We haven't even started down that road yet, young man." She smiled and ruffled his hair. "Kurt, I don't want to bring this up every time but if you don't cooperate I'm going to have to go public about your little problem. And then there'll be no more swimming. And no more Stanford. And your parents will be publicly humiliated. Someone might even go to jail. Now get down on your fucking knees and lick the cum off my tits!" Somewhere in my subconscious I registered this piece of information. Some synapse snapped, telling me that Missy had some kind of dirt on Kurt and was using it to make him her sex slave. But I was far too turned on by the sexual lessons taking place right before my eyes to care at the moment. Humbled and defeated, Kurt tentatively stretched out his tongue and made contact with a white glob hanging from her nipple. He gagged at first but kept at it, sucking and tonguing her breasts. Soon they were heaving to and fro as Missy sucked in air. She was clearly getting turned on and as he finished working on one breast, she forced his mouth to hers for a taste of his salty white fluid. She eagerly drew his tongue into her mouth sucking the cum off it like a lollipop. Just as suddenly, she pushed his head back down to her other tit where he continued to lap up his own spunk. Missy grabbed his ears, locking his face in place around her turgid nipple and rugged areola. Now it was she who was groaning as Kurt slowly warmed to his task, slurping, tonguing, playing with her rock-hard nubbin. She pushed him lower, down along her washboard midsection to her bellybutton, where a puddle of gelatinous goo had formed. He sucked it in and of his own accord lifted his tongue back up and offered it to Missy. She locked her lips around his arched tongue, wiping it clean and sending him back down for more. Now, heaving dramatically, she re-arranged herself, lying down on the lounge chair he had occupied before. She spread her legs and I got my first glimpse of a crimson vagina, dripping with juice, steaming hot. "Lick my cunt you twerp, you little pervert. Give me another orgasm, make me cum hard and fast and maybe, maybe I'll do the same for you. Help you learn to use that monster." She was gasping for breath now as she forced his head between her legs. Kurt began lapping up her juices, reaming the edges of her dripping cunt, but Missy was too far gone for preliminaries. With raw power, she positioned him directly on her clit, and I could see his tongue flicking over her protruding pearl. Missy was out of control now, beyond all reasoning. "Aaah, Aaah," she groaned, her hips pounding against his jaw. "Yeah, you fucker. You're good at everything, aren't you? Oh, dammit, right there, lick it, harder...harder...Aaagh!" And she let go with a scream that the whole club must have heard. Her body rippled with pleasure as she pushed Kurt's head into her pelvis, crushing her clit against his mouth. And then the second wave hit. Her head whipped back and forth, sweat pouring from every pore of her skin. Like a nutcracker she pulled her thighs together, squeezing against Kurt's head seeking further pleasure and release. And then silence. I was afraid they'd hear my own excited breathing but I couldn't tear myself away. Missy slowly regained consciousness and Kurt remained between her legs, his tongue languidly lolling her clit around. Missy pushed him away, and when she stood she was trembling again. "Wow. That was some fucking orgasm, my friend. You've earned a payback. Now lie the fuck down again and give me that cock of yours." All resistance gone, Kurt took his place on the padded lounge chair, his still stiff cock swinging back and forth above his chest like a boa constrictor seeking prey. "One of these days I'll let you on top but I'm going to keep control until my pussy gets used to this thing," she said. The first time she had sat down on it, her back to him, facing me. Now, she straddled him, dropping her tits down on his face. He began sucking them eagerly as she positioned herself for another fucking. And again, I got a first hand look at Missy's perfect round ass poking proudly into the air. Her vagina was still dilated from the first screw. It was gaping, and her wrinkled asshole was a tiny pinprick in comparison. Her bottom was glistening with a combination of sweat, semen and cunt juice. As Missy's tits swayed above Kurt's face, she grabbed his cock and pointed it into her eager vagina. Again, she slowly worked her way up and down it, two inches forward, one inch back as that incredible tree trunk slowly disappeared inside her. Now it was her turn to groan in pain as she willingly impaled herself. And as before, she suddenly moved forward until his glistening cock head emerged from her sopping cunt and then slammed back down until her taut ass slapped down on his thighs. "Uggggg" came her tortured cry. She grabbed his hand and maneuvered it to her clit, using his fingers, showing him how to give her pleasure. At the same time, he was trying to keep his tongue and lips glued to her sumptuous tits. "You like my boobs, don't you stud," she gasped. He nodded, in reply. "I'm taking your innocence with me today," she teased. "You can never have it back. Your cock is killing me, ripping me. Give me more!" She began pistoning, and I could see the lips of her cunt, spilling liquid, stretched tightly around that gorgeous rod, slamming back and forth. Now, both Missy and Kurt were groaning and he was seconding her motions, thrusting up and down as best he could with his giant organ. "This time you're coming inside me, do you hear?" she moaned. "Give your fucking cum to me so I can take it home with me." Now, they were both screaming in unison. He was out of control and so was she. She jammed his fingers against her pussy as she ground her clit down on him. His balls had drawn together at the base of his cock and I saw the first load of cum squirm up the tube to the tip of his cock. "Cum, cum, cum," she screamed, her own orgasm thundering through her body. She slammed down one more time, locking her sweaty ass onto his thighs, her boobs sinking onto his chest. His balls were rubbing up and down, and the sheer amount of cum that he spurted into her was such that great globs escaped from the seal of her cunt lips. Missy collapsed onto Kurt's steely body, her vagina, her midsection, her whole body at the mercy of his still hard cock. After a few minutes, she moved, grabbing her thong bikini bottom from the floor. As his softening prick plopped out of her cunt, she quickly slipped her brief on. "You've just given me a present that will soon make someone very happy," she said. And with that, she leaned over and took his wilting penis into her mouth. In this state, she could work it all in and was soon deep throating the softening tool. She came back up with a mouth full of cum and pussy juice and forced Kurt to share it with her, their tongues mingling, trading bodily fluids. She was clearly enjoying it. He was still reluctant. "Remember, Kurt. Discretion will serve us both well. Who knows, you might even begin to enjoy me after awhile. I'm very imaginative." Missy was dressing now, wrapping a sarong around her midsection, strapping a bikini top to her breasts. "Tell me, Kurt, do you masturbate? "No." "Play with yourself?" "I try not to. It's against..." "And that little stunt I caught you pulling?" "I...I don't know what got into me." Whatever it was he was ashamed of himself. I was dying of curiosity. "Kurt," Missy soothed. "You just ejaculated three times in less than an hour. Three and a half, actually. I've never seen so much cum come from one cock in such a short period of time. My guess is there's a lot more where that came from." Dressed now, she knelt beside him and began licking his tits. He closed his eyes, sighing, as the big timber began to grow. She began stroking on it lightly as she tongued his nipples some more but stood up again before things got out of hand. "I knew a guy in high school. I made him cum 10 times in six hours," she said proudly. "The last one was nothing but air, like an empty water pistol. Think you can break that record?" She tweaked the head of his dick and I swear it lurched at her hand. "I'd love to, but...mustn't keep the girls waiting," she said, slipping into her sandals. "I'll let you know when and how we'll meet again. And don't masturbate. I want it all." She paused. "You're going to make some girl very happy. And that girl is going to be me. Toodloo." Missy Ch. 01 Chapter 01: Punished "I think you need to be punished," I said. Missy gave me a funny look. Missy was a friend. She was also a seriously hot, petite blonde with long hair, perky little tits and a nice round ass. But what really turned me on about her was her attitude. Missy somehow managed to seem innocent and vulnerable despite having done some wild things. I knew because I'd been there. Missy and I had dated for a few months back in college, a relationship which had started with a threesome but, sadly, had turned fairly vanilla from there. What I hadn't understood at the time was that Missy was a sub. She liked, even needed, to be dominated in a relationship. Our relationship had fallen apart partly because I hadn't understood that. It hadn't been a clean breakup and we hadn't really spoken for five years. Oddly, we had become friends again thanks to Julie. Julie was my fiancée and a friend of Missy's. Julie was also very open minded. She knew I still had a thing for Missy. She encouraged it, partly because she had a thing for Missy too. So, five years after we broke up, here I was sitting on the floor in front of Missy's couch. We were hanging out in her apartment, just the two of us. We were supposed to be meeting Julie in a little while, but we had some time to kill. Having Missy alone just wasn't an opportunity I could pass up. Especially because there was something I wanted to try. "I think you need to be punished," I repeated. "Really?" Missy said, still giving me that funny look. She was wearing a white t-shirt and grey sweat-pants, nothing fancy. She had been puttering around her living room while we chatted. We'd gotten around to something she'd done lately, I honestly don't remember what, but it had given me a chance to take things in this direction. "You've been bad," I said firmly. "Get down here." She gave me a resigned look and came over. I guided her down, so that she was laying face down across my legs, with her little round butt right over my lap. I rested my hands on her for a moment. Then I hooked my fingers around the waistband of her sweats and with one quick motion pulled them and her panties down around her knees. Missy gasped. I don't know what she had expected, but this hadn't been it. For the first time in five years, I looked down at her sexy round ass. I realized I'd never really appreciated those white, firm, softly rounded curves before. I ran my hand over them lightly, softly caressing one cheek, then the other. Missy's breath quickened, deeper and faster, and she lay very still. Suddenly, I brought my hand up and then down in a firm smack across her ass. Missy jumped and gasped. My hand caressed her ass again, soothing. Then I smacked her again, harder. She gasped a little louder. I spanked her again, harder. Smack. Smack. Smack!. Her breathing was hard and ragged. Her gasps had become moans. I spanked her hard, over and over. Her body felt warm and strangely relaxed as it lay across me. Her legs had become slightly spread. Pausing, I caressed her ass again, softly teasing my hand across her firm white skin. Her skin felt hot under my hand. My hand, almost with a mind of its own, wandered, tracing the curve of her ass down between her thighs. My fingers found warm wetness. I was surprised at how wet she was. Without effort, my fingers slid between her pussy lips, touching her inside. Missy moaned and arched her hips, pushing my finger in deeper. I traced my finger along her pussy. Then my other hand came down on her ass with a firm smack. She gasped. Smack. Smack. Smack! With one hand I spanked her ass while the other probed her soft, wet pussy. My searching fingers found their goal. She groaned as I slowly began to stroke her clit. Her hips arched upward and, as they did, my other hand came down on her ass with stinging force. With steady, increasing speed, I rubbed a tight circle over Missy's clit. Each time I touched it, her hips would buck. Each time they did, my other hand would smack down, spanking her ass. She gasped and moaned in pleasure. Her breath quickened with every touch, with every slap. Suddenly her whole body quivered with the orgasm and she yelled at my final fierce slap on her heaving ass. For a long moment she lay gasping, looking back at me though her long tangled hair while I continued to stroke her ass and lightly play with her sensitive clit. "You enjoyed that, didn't you?" she said. I smiled. "I thought it was something you'd enjoy." She got up to kneel beside me, her sweat pants still down around her knees. "You were right," she said huskily, "You've gotten good at that. What other new things are you good at?" I leaned over and kissed her. "Find out. But first, we need to go meet Julie." Missy Ch. 02 Chapter 2: Sharing Missy didn't wear pants as we walked over to Julie's apartment. Missy was a petite lady with long blonde hair. She was quite a sight wearing nothing but a white t-shirt. By holding it down she had managed to mostly cover herself. In the front the t-shirt came just low enough to hide her pretty blonde bush. This came at the cost of it being higher in back, revealing the curves of her well rounded ass, still red from the spanking I had just given her. It also pulled the white fabric tight against her perky little breasts, making her hard nipples very visible. It had been my idea for Missy to leave her sweat-pants back at her place rather than put them back on after her spanking. She went along with it. Missy and Julie, my fiancée, lived in the same apartment building, which was entirely populated by young artists and college students upset that they had missed the '60s by a generation. It was a short walk and there was no one there to be particularly offended by the sight of Missy pants-less. We made it to Julie's door without any trouble, though the urge to bend Missy over the balcony railing and bang the hell out of her had been almost irresistible. I managed mostly by thinking about how disappointed Julie would be if she missed any more of the fun. Needless to say, my fiancée and I had a non-traditional relationship. At the time, we hadn't really defined exactly what that meant, but it definitely meant she didn't mind if I messed around a little, as long as I came home to her. She had known all along that I had a thing for Missy, who I had dated in college. As it happened, Julie had a thing for Missy too. That was why I didn't want Julie to feel left out. Still, if Julie hadn't been home I don't think I would have been able to hold back. Fortunately, she had just gotten back. She was just setting her stuff down when we got there. "Hi," Julie said without really looking at us. "What have you guys been up to?" "Your boyfriend just gave me a good hard spanking," Missy answered huskily. "What?" Julie turned to look us, obviously caught a little off guard. "A good hard spanking," Missy repeated. "He made me cum. Now I want him inside me." Julie's jaw dropped and her eyes grew wide. Missy had released her hold on the bottom of her t-shirt, causing it to rise up around her waist. I watched as Julie's eyes traveled along Missy's bare legs and stopped at her lovely blonde bush. "I didn't want you to be left out," I told Julie with a smile. Julie stepped closer, her eyes still wide, and asked Missy, "You're ok with this?" "Are you?" Missy said. In retrospect, I know some kind of serious and important conversation was going here. At the time, I was oblivious to anything except the sight of Julie and Missy standing so close their bodies were almost touching. Julie was taller and Missy was looking up at her innocently. Missy is the only person I've ever known who could stand there, wearing only a t-shirt, her ass red from a spanking, and look up at someone innocently. The silent communication between the two women lasted a long moment, then Julie leaned down and kissed Missy hungrily on the lips. I watched them kiss, their bodies pressed against each other, their mouths locked together. Then Julie reached over and pulled me into the circle of their embrace. Everything became very clumsy and confusing. I was kissing Julie, then Missy. They were kissing each other or we were all trying to kiss each other at once. Later we would find Julie's skirt and my shirt on the kitchen floor. Missy's t-shirt would be found on the kitchen table, tossed there by three sets of hands. Julie's top made it as far as the doorway to the living room/ bed room of her tiny apartment. I managed to disentangle myself long enough to struggle with the buttons of my jeans. The ladies tumbled together onto Julie's bed, laughing. Missy was completely naked; her long blonde hair was tousled around her pretty face. Julie had a hand on one of Missy's perky breasts, her thumb brushing the little, bud-like nipple. Julie's other hand rested on Missy's waist, just above her lovely round ass. Julie's hair was a darker blonde than Missy's, cut shorter and spread across the mattress where she had fallen. Missy, with deft movements that spoke of experience, had undone Julie's bra. She tossed it aside, releasing Julie's full breasts. Missy lowered her head and started to lick and suck on Julie's nipples, while her hands moved to push Julie's panties down off her hips. With what one friend had once described as a shit-eating grin on my face, I hastily pulled off my clothes and climbed into the bed beside them. As I did, I noticed that the blinds over Julie's windows were still up. Julie, not known for her sense of modesty, had placed her bed directly in front of a set of big bay windows that overlooked one of the town's main thoroughfares. Cars were zipping steadily by not ten feet from all this crazy nakedness. I hope they enjoyed the view. The girls had switched places so that Julie was now on top. Her panties were gone and her firm, muscular ass was up in the air as she lowered her face toward Missy's chest. Tentatively at first, this being the first time for her, Julie licked and nuzzled Missy's breasts. I ran my hands along Julie's ass, then I lowered myself next to her. Our heads touching, I sucked Missy's left breast while Julie licked her right. Missy moaned and writhed under us, her hands caressing our bodies, tangling in our hair. A hand stroked my hip and wrapped itself around my dick. I groaned and looked up from Missy's breast. Julie looked at me and smiled. It was her hand around my shaft. "She wants this," Julie said, tugging on my dick. I looked at Missy. "Is that what you want?" I asked, teasingly. "Yes," Missy whispered softly, "Yes, I want that." With a grin, I told Julie to lay down on the bed. I lifted Missy up and had her get on her hands and knees, her head level with Julie's dark blonde bush. Missy leaned forward, wrapping her hands around my fiancée's ass, and lowered her face between Julie's legs. Julie gasped as, for the first time, another woman licked her pussy. Missy's round ass was raised up in the air. I positioned myself behind her, running my fingers along her inner thighs and across her ass. Taking my shaft in my hand, I leaned forward and started to rub the head of my dick across Missy's pussy. She was very wet. As my dick started to push against her, Missy lifted her head from Julie's pussy. I backed away. Missy whimpered, wiggling her ass, but I just shook my head. She clearly understood my intent, as she buried her face once more between Julie's thighs. Julie groaned as Missy's tongue renewed its assault on her clit. I lean forward again and this time allowed the tip of my dick to slide smoothly into Missy's wet pussy. I heard Missy's moan, muffled by Julie's pussy, and she pushed back against me. Slowly, I pushed forward, sliding my dick into her inch by inch. Missy felt amazingly tight around my shaft. Her hips bucked slowly back against me, drawing me deeper in. When I was as deep as I could go, I started to slowly pull back until I was completely out again. I paused and then drove into her again, more quickly this time. I built the pace slowly but steadily, until I was pounding into Missy's pussy from behind. As I did, I watched Julie twisting her hands in Missy's hair, holding the petite blonde's face firmly against her pussy. One of Missy's hands was squeezing Julie's breasts while the other clutched her ass. Julie's hips started to buck. Her tight abs tensed and then Julie's whole body quivered as she came. Missy's face remained buried between Julie's bucking thighs. The sight of Missy eating my fiancée to orgasm was too much for me. I felt the familiar tightening in my balls and, with a groan, made one last, punishingly hard thrust. Gasping, I unloaded spurt after spurt of cum deep inside Missy's pussy. With a final moan, I pulled myself out of her and dropped onto the bed. Missy rolled over to lay between Julie and me. Her face was sticky with Julie's juices and her little nipples were rock hard. Her breath was coming in deep wet gasps. Julie, relaxed and smiling, rolled onto her side and ran her hands along Missy's taut belly. "We can't just leave her like this," Julie chided me. "No," I smiled, "we can't." I leaned over and put my hand over Julie's. Holding her firmly, I guided her hand down Missy's belly to the wet tangle of her pussy. Julie looked, almost in awe, at Missy's swollen labia and at the little stream of cum that had started to leak between them. I pushed Julie's fingers down between those wet lips. Missy sighed and moved her hips in response. I guided Julie's touch to Missy's clit. The petite blonde gasped as two sets of fingers rubbed her sensitive bud. I pulled my hand away, using my fingers to hold Missy's pussy open and allowing Julie to explore it on her own. Missy gasped and sighed as Julie teased and stroked her. After a while, Julie started to rub firmly on Missy's clit, smiling as her touch brought out Missy's soft cries. Missy's hips shook and she gave a deep moan as she came. I put one arm around Missy, enjoying the feeling of her soft body against mine. Julie climbed over to my other side and I embraced her too. Holding both women in my arms, I lay back and smiled. "It's fun to share," Julie said, laying her head against my chest. It certainly had been, but Missy later admitted she didn't really want to share. She wanted someone for herself, which when you get right down to it, is a very reasonable thing to want. Fortunately, soon after, she found someone. Unfortunately, Missy and her new girlfriend moved away. We kept in touch as best we could. Julie and I got married. Our relationship remains non-traditional, but that's a whole other set of stories... Missy Ch. 06 Well, after that Anna went back to her own bedroom for good and it wasn't too much later that Missy came into our lives. She must have really been hot stuff. When it comes to decision-making, my Dad is the slow, methodical type, weighing up pros and cons, never allowing himself to be pressured into action, rarely impetuous. But within six weeks of their first date, Missy had a rock on her finger and off they went for a three-week honeymoon at a private island in the Seychelles. Afterwards, Missy somehow became part of our lives, almost like a permanent houseguest. It was soon apparent that dad and she had little or nothing in common and our evening meals were often accompanied by that uncomfortable, brittle silence that descends when no one speaks for fear of saying something wrong. I know that Dad must have been remembering the easy laughter and comfort that mom always brought to our evenings together and Missy, cool as ice water, surely knew she could never compete with those memories. But to her credit, she never tried to play mom and she never tried to be friends with Anna and me. She was just a person who did her best to be amiable when we were around. One afternoon when Anna was home alone and bored, she sneaked over to Dad's room. After he brought Missy back from their honeymoon he told both of us in no uncertain terms that their quarters were off limits to us, that Missy needed and deserved her private space and that we must respect that. I could have cared less, but Anna is a bit more feline in character and the whiff of forbidden fruit aroused her curiosity. So Anna went snooping, under the pretense of looking through Missy's clothes closet. Fashion was one thing the two had in common. It was when Anna was shuffling through a lingerie drawer that she found it; a DVD labeled, "Seychelles Memories." Heart pounding, Anna slipped into the player and up on the flat screen appeared a large, airy rooms, with soft white curtains fluttering in a breeze, revealing lush palms and a white sand beach that gave way to the azure blue Indian ocean. The room seemed to be open on all sides and the bed in the center was enormous. On it lay my father, naked except for a small towel covering his midsection. A young woman entered, dressed in a brightly colored Sari. She was an Indian beauty with a long, almond shaped face and dark, baby smooth skin. Her fingers were exceptionally long and lithe, capped by perfectly manicured fingernails. At first her ministrations to my Father took the form of a relaxing massage. There was no talking and the only sounds were of gentle wind and surf. By and by she took what looked like a small golden teapot and began to pour warm oil onto his chest and suddenly was playing with his nipples, tweaking and kneading them. The effect was immediate. Anna saw the towel on daddy's stomach begin to tent upward as his erection grew. "Sahib," said the woman, breaking the silence. "I am here to bring your innermost fantasies to life. I am here to serve and please you in whatever way I can. Is that not what daughters are for?" And with that my Dad groaned a sigh as she stopped down and nibbled on his tits, her silken hair covering his chest and stomach. And then she stood, reached behind her shoulder and undid her sari, letting it fall around and around her until it dropped in a silken puddle on the floor at her feet. She looked quite young, although her firm, large breasts appeared fully developed, as did her rounded, sloping butt cheeks. She began to move in front of him, undulating, almost dancing. "Father, are you pleased by what you see?" she asked. "I've always wanted to fuck you father, to feel your cock slide slowly into me. To hear your cries as you come inside me, to feel your tongue on my tits. Tell me you want it too." "Oh God yes, I want it," he gasped. And with that, she slipped the towel from him and like a catapult his cock flipped up onto his belly where she showered it with warm oil. "I've wanted to feel this for so long, Sahib," she said as she began rubbing his dick slowly up and down. The oil slid downwards, coating his balls and leaking down into the crack of his ass. She began to masturbate him, rubbing his nuts as he lay there passively. She brought his cock upward, away from his belly and as one hand stroked, the other wrapped around its oily head, twisting back and forth as if trying to open a doorknob. "I can already feel the cum surging up into your penis," she said. "You want to cum for your daughter, don't you?" He could only nod helplessly. Now she poured copious amounts of oil on his hands and brought them to her breasts as she sat down on his chest. She held onto his wrists, allowing his hands to maul her lovely tits until her dark skin glistened and her nipples stood out. "This is how I always imagined it," she whispered. "I knew you would be the perfect lover. My only lover, Father." And with that she slipped backwards, allowing his cock to massage the slit of her wet, hairless cunt. As he pressed and kneaded and tweaked her breasts, she began humping his cock, sliding her slit along its length, allowing its head to make long, luxurious contact with her protruding clit. "Ohhh," she cried. "I wanted so to give you pleasure, but it is I who am overwhelmed." And with that she pressed her hands down on his chest, supporting herself as she bucked up and down on his rampant, oily cock. "You're going to make me cum, father, do you want me to cum? May I?" "Yes, do it, cum for me!" he answered. And with that, the young Indian beauty, laid her head on his chest, and rocked her clitoris up and down Daddy's steely cock until she shuddered to a standstill, shrieking out in some kind of Hindu cry that could only be understood as pure release. Her body quivered for minutes and when she arose, she spread her legs and out of her cunt popped two shining steel balls, coated with her cum. One after the other she inserted them into Father's mouth and he rolled them in his mouth as if to clean them. "I'm such a naughty girl, Father. Please give me what I need." And with that she straddled him, grabbed his cock and inserted the head into her steaming hole. She pushed back and the flesh of his penis disappeared slowly but surely inside her body. And as it was buried up to the balls, she leaned forward and kissed him for the first time, slurping his tongue into her willing mouth, pushing his oiled fingers back onto her breasts. "Who am I today, Linda or Anna?" she asked as she began thrusting her ass back and forth, revealing and then concealing his cock. "You fucked Linda so hard and so good yesterday, perhaps you want to try Anna today." "Oh yes, oh Anna, my beauty," he cried. "I'm fucking my daughter." And with that he threw away his passiveness, grabbed the Indian girl and twisted her onto her back, throwing himself on top of her and ramming his cock to the hilt, driving deeply into her, speeding his thrusts. "Cum on my belly, daddy, I want to see how much you love me!" Dad was rocking furiously now, slamming into her, causing her to heave and moan as her tits moved back and forth like jello. She threw her legs over his shoulder and thrust upwards, shrieking in joy as another orgasm enveloped her. "Anna, I'm fucking you, you're making me cum, you're so fucking hot." And with that he extracted his cum filled pecker, pumped it once by hand and let loose a cannon blast of white hot jizz that left a creamy line extending from her gaping cunt, up her belly, across her heaving tits, her chin, her cheek her silky hair and onto the pillow above her head. The first blast was followed by a series of tertiary explosions that coated her midsection with milky cum. And as father panted at his release, another figure joined them on the bed, quickly licking up the fluid my Father had left behind, guiding his wilting penis into her mouth, teasing the Indian maiden's breasts. It was Missy. By now, the real Anna, my sister, watching this home video, had stripped off her tank top and shorts and was lying on Dad's bed, fingering herself furiously to the images up there on the flat screen. And there was plenty to see. The Indian maiden once again grabbed the golden teapot, spilling hot oil onto Missy's shoulders and letting it slide down her breasts and into the crack between her legs. Dad and the dark-skinned girl each took one of Missy's breasts, sucking and massaging them and in seconds dad's new wife was gasping for air. Tongues and hands attacked her perfect body from every angle and soon she was sandwiched between them, dad underneath frantically eating out her pussy while the Indian girl gently tongued her anus and toyed with her tits. Within minutes, Missy was wracked by orgasm, screaming so loud that the audio distorted. As the three rested, Anna fast-forwarded and before long, there was movement onscreen as the two women sucked the muscle back into Dad's penis. Now it was Dad and Missy's turn to minister to the girl and soon both of their tongues were working out on her clitoris, bringing her to her third orgasm. But the best was yet to come. Missy hopped off the bed, disappeared for a second and when she returned she was wearing that large, black strap on dildo. Dad's new wife obviously had some experience handling penises. She grabbed the Indian girl's golden teapot and slathered hot oil all over her rubber dildo, stroking it up and down, making it bounce in the air as if it were real. As she did so, the maiden began to take Dad's organ into her mouth, tonguing it, wetting it, letting it slip further and further into throat. She slathered saliva on it, massaging the head with her lips and tongue, alternately teasing the tip and then swallowing the spear in its entirety. As she worked on his cock, Missy crawled into place and inserted the long black dildo into the girl's sopping, crimson twat. "Mmmmmm," she mewled, letting go of Dad's prick for a moment to push back as Missy shoved the oily rubber cock in to the hilt. Our stepmother seemed to be a natural at taking over the male role. Soon she was humping the strap on in and out like it was second nature. And her finger slipped down and began massaging the dark folds of the girl's shaven pussy, finding her clitoris, flicking with her fingernails. The maiden in turn went back to her salacious bout of cock sucking, sucking Dad back in up to the cods, eliciting a groan of satisfaction from him. "I think it's time for a little togetherness," Missy hissed. "Your daughter needs to experience two cocks at once, don't you think?" Missy pulled out and lied down on her back. In a flash, the Indian girl perched on top of her and re-impaled her cunt on the rubber dick. Father literally brought up the rear, inserting his steel-hard penis into her tight ass. "You're fucking your daughter's ass now, honey, how does it feel? Yeah, fuck it harder, feel how tight it is." "Goddam it, I can't take much more," he cried. And he began pumping his pole in earnest as the sandwiched maiden smiled and yowled in delight. She was really getting into it and Missy's hand was flailing away on her distended clitoris. It seemed she was getting the best of the situation. She began tugging at her own nipples and her head bowed down as her whole body shuddered and rippled as another orgasm pumped through her. Dad was ramming at full speed and it was clear he was about to spill his seed as well. Missy, directly beneath him, pulled his cock out with a plop and pointed it downward, taking the head into her mouth just as he screamed and discharged an awesome amount of sperm. Missy tried to take it in but couldn't. She gagged and spit dad's penis back out along with a big gob of cum. At the same time he threw down a second rope of creamy jizz the length of Missy's tummy, followed by a third and fourth ejaculation. The Indian girl immediately started licking it up and then dropped onto Missy's tummy, reveling in the hot mixture of cum and oil. Watching the screen, the real Anna was now stark naked, frantically mauling her tits and playing with her clit as she took in the bizarre scenes. She was so engrossed in her masturbation that she almost screamed out as a hot tongue pressed itself into the back of her neck, followed by hot, wet lips that sucked on her ear. "Aren't you a bit innocent for this kind of entertainment?" a breathless voice asked. Anna turned to see Missy, in the flesh, misty eyed, wriggling out of a tight black leather mini skirt. She was wearing no panties and soon her well-manicured cunt was exposed, already moist with pearls of lubrication. She ripped off a sheer white cotton blouse, exposing her voluptuous breasts and then she pounced, diving in between my younger sister's legs. As her tongue shot up into Anna's slit, she babbled an explanation. "I've been watching you for at least 10 minutes now," she gasped. "Watching you get hotter and hotter, watching you play with your tits and twat, watching the juice drip out of you. You're not quite sure what to do yet but you're going to get a lesson right the hell now." And with that, Missy locked her mouth onto Anna's mount of Venus, her red-hot tongue slithering in and out of the sopping slit. She pushed her hands underneath Anna, gripping her ass cheeks and pushing her cunt upwards. And then she hit the spot, sucking and nibbling and teasing Anna's clit until sis screamed out in delight, pouring down an orgasm that nearly ripped her apart. "If you think we're through you're wrong, young lady," Missy mewled as she crawled her way up Anna's beautiful body, kissing and biting her way to those sumptuous tits. Missy took both nipples into her mouth sucking and slavering on them until Anna was gasping for breath. Now, our stepmother forced Anna into action, thrusting her own conical tits into her face, forcing her to take them into her mouth. She did so willingly and with great enthusiasm, and soon both women were thrashing on the bed. Anna sensed it was her turn to deliver the goods and went south, spreading Missy's legs and licking for all she was worth. She must have been a natural because Missy grabbed her hair and thrust her pelvis into her greedy mouth, as an orgasm shivered through her. Barely recovered, the two locked in a long, wet, salacious kiss, their tits crushed against one another, each humping themselves to orgasm on the other's thigh. Anna said she had four orgasms in about five minutes and Missy must have had just as many, and then the two women literally passed out in each others' arms, waking up a good half-hour later, embarrassed but sexually gratified. "Don't worry about the tape," Missy counseled. "It was just a fantasy your Dad wanted to play out. In real life he'd never in a million years try anything like that. Me, on the other hand, I'm a bit more flexible in my attitudes." And with that, Missy disappeared into their sauna. Anna grabbed her clothes and hobbled out of the room, not even bothering to put away the DVD. After Anna bared her soul (and everything else) to me, I disclosed my peeping tom episode of the past two days, telling Anna in glaring detail about Missy's tryst with Kurt and then with the other guy. Neither of us was quite sure where this was going but we were very curious. At some point we finally got out of bed and into the shower. I found my nipples were so sore that I had to rub them with Vaseline and tape them before I could do my morning six thousand meters. As I fell into my routine in the pool, I continuously let the images of the past 48 hours rotate through my head. Once in awhile I'd get a glimpse of Anna, undulating in a lounge chair, oblivious to the world. And every so often, I'd catch her glancing my way. When our eyes met, she'd smile, her brilliant white teeth glinting in the sunshine. To be continued...