7 comments/ 194034 views/ 8 favorites The Best Week of My Life By: mpqm1968 I'm Steven Mills, an average type of guy recently turned thirty and though I say so myself not in too bad shape. Physically that is, for mentally I'm no longer sure. I was fine until the events of the past week turned a normal healthy young man into some kind of sexual deviant. As for being the best week of my life...you be the judge. It all started with the Tranter family and the unfortunate incident with their careless young daughter... * * * Looking back, it's hard to believe just how badly the week started. Cycling home merrily from football practice, the Kaiser Chiefs on the iPod, I failed to predict that the black BMW at the junction would just pull out. But it did, and right on top of me too, no chance to brake or swerve, literally nowhere to go. The front wheel of the bike buckled immediately upon impact sending the back one and my butt into orbit, arcing through the air seemingly in slow motion. Fortuitously – or surely I'd not be here now to tell the tale – on the downward descent a part of my anatomy glanced off a part of the car. That upended my body so that the knee took the brunt of the impact upon touchdown. That's not to say it wasn't still the most painful thing I've ever had the misfortune to witness, especially when combined with the shock. However, my howling was surpassed by the banshee wail of the strawberry blonde teenaged driver in corduroys and padded jacket that jumped theatrically from the vehicle, hand on mouth. "Oh God, oh God, oh God, what have I done?" she repeated mantra-like. Clutching a bloodstained and busted knee I looked up, cursing through clenched teeth. My mobile phone and iPod shattered in pieces on the ground, I urged her to call an ambulance. Through the haze of pain, I heard her mumble about the batteries in hers being dead. The road as desolate as a post-apocalyptic scene, after gaining a semblance of composure the young girl reached down to help me up. A hand resting on her shoulder I hopped forward, every step like a hammer blow to the kneecap. With an exhalation I fell onto the back seat curled in the foetal position. "Mum's a nurse, she'll know what to do," the girl mouthed breathlessly. "Just hang on sir and we'll be home in no time." Her words offered a crumb of comfort through the fog of pain and I observed in the rear view mirror that she was a pretty, albeit scared, young thing. Hands shaking uncontrollably on the wheel, her eyes were puffy from weeping. I could have been forgiven for thinking she was the victim rather than the perpetrator. "We'll be there soon," she promised, as if I were at death's door. "What's your name, sir?" "Steven," I groaned. "I-I-I-I'm Ally." Little time for pleasantries, I did my best not to bleed all over the seat of the nice new car, holding a rapidly reddening handkerchief to the torn and gaping wound. A relatively short journey seemed to take forever. Easing into a driveway Ally alighted with a vow to come straight back with help. Keeping her word she returned with an older woman. In my pained state I assessed they were late teens and mid thirties respectively. The older woman's hair was a redder hue than her daughter's, stroking at her shoulders as she bent to survey the grumbling patient. Between the pair they hobbled me inside the house and onto a warm soft sofa. Seeing my ripped and bloodstained jeans for the first time in a proper light, immediately the girl burst into tears, fleeing the room as her mother assumed control of the situation. Locating a pair of scissors she started to snip away at the denim. As my leg jerked, the pain was unbearable and I hissed and spat. At the same time, however, I could not help but peer down the front of the woman's blouse as she bent forward. Unbuttoned at the neck, the tops of a pair of smooth, rotund and lightly freckled breasts were clearly visible down the front, clad cosily in a lacy cream half-cup bra. A welcome sight, in contrast an unwelcome tightening grasped my groin. "I'm Ally's mum," she said, surprising me as our eyes locked for a second, "Bonnie." "Steven," I replied, grimacing. I caught a half-smile, a brief acknowledgement on her pretty face and in those piercing green eyes. Leaving the delectable rack on view, Bonnie continued her snipping, careful not to inflict further pain on the smashed knee. Working around the site of the wound, up my thigh and finally cutting the waist, she eased aside the flaps of ruined denim to reveal a garish wound. "Ouch," she mouthed, "that looks nasty. We'll need to get you along to the hospital, Steven." "Anything you can give me till then," I appealed, forcing a pained expression. She smiled knowingly. "I'll dress it for you and fetch some painkiller." I thanked her, grimacing as she departed, barely daring to look, but unable to stop myself. The flesh on the kneecap was shredded, a horrendous sight. Leaning back I let out a huge yelp, before my attention was drawn elsewhere. Cocking my ear, I could hear raised voices in the next door room. Glancing around the well kept room, the women were visible to me in a big mirror that was tilted at just the right angle. I could see everything from this position on the sofa. "Daddy is going to be so mad, he's going to kill me," cried Ally, her eyes rings of red. "And so he might," replied Bonnie, stern-faced. Ally's legs fell from beneath her and she curled up, whimpering at her mother's feet. I actually began to feel guilty for having been in the wrong place at the wrong time. Bonnie returned to me with a bowl of warm water and a little green first aid box bearing a white cross on the side. Using cotton wool and surgical spirit to clean the wound and disperse the congealed mass of almost black blood, she offered words of comfort as I sucked hard at the air. Padding and sealing the wound, she took me by surprise by stroking my upper thigh, congratulating my bravery and how big and strong I was. I smiled a little uncomfortably, saying it was nothing really. Oh but it was, she gushed and I was very big and very strong she repeated, lips parting ever so slightly, seductively. Her soothing palms massaged higher, causing me to exhale then blush a deep scarlet. Mesmerised as those lovely tits jiggled seductively inside the blouse, the nipples inflated to press at the light material. Her hands felt good there, real good, causing my cock to up a notch. Concealed by a baggy pair of boxer shorts, I thought for a moment she might just slide a hand inside the hem. Instead Bonnie issued a lustful little sigh before handing over the glass of cold water and painkillers and lightly touching my brow. "You'll live, Steven," she whispered, standing to pirouette. Her arse damn near perfect too, not too big, not too small, was showcased nicely in a pair of skin tight jeans. The sight as she skipped away very nearly made me forget the pain, my groin tingling. No time to reflect further, however, the front door burst open and, in the mirror's reflection, young Ally jumped to her feet with a squeal. In breezed a huge red-bearded man who looked like an angry grizzly. Acting swiftly, Bonnie jumped in between the pair. "No, Ray," she appealed as this man-monster snarled at their cowering daughter. "What the hell's happened my car? How many times have I told you?" he bellowed, causing Ally's pretty face to contort and the tears to flow readily once more. I actually began to feel sorry for the girl, almost willing to accept responsibility if it got her off the hook. But I was beached on the sofa, able only to look on with a muted voice. The girl's show of contrition cut little ice with her stern-faced father who continued the tirade, brushing aside his wife with an easy backhand before bearing down on the frightened looking girl. "No, daddy, no," she begged. What happened next, reflected back in its full glory from the mirror, shocked me a hundred times more than the moment I hit the ground earlier. My mouth fell agape as suddenly Ray reached out to Ally's slender wrists, pulling her to him. A whimper met the onslaught, combined with a token yet fruitless struggle but, powerless to resist Ally was hauled across her father's firm knee as he sat back. My eyes bulged as her corduroys were tugged down to expose a soft pair of thighs and bum. Ally kicked her feet and scratched but it was a futile show of resistance against the powerful assailant. Hooking his thumbs through the side strings of the black thong, Ray eased the skimpy black garment to his daughter's knees, the poor girl wriggling like an eel. "No, daddy, please daddy," she begged as Bonnie looked on impassively. My eyes weren't the only things to bulge, a rock hard cock prodding at my boxers as the scene unfolded in reflected view. Shaking my head I couldn't quite believe what I was witnessing, surely the delirium of the accident having induced some kind of weird hallucination. But no, it was happening, an act was as equally shocking in modern day society as it was erotic. One final plea for clemency falling upon deaf ears, Ally clenched in readiness as the big man raised his paw shoulder high. I looked on aghast as it cut through the air, impacting on the girl's soft butt with a loud crack. Her body jerked and a screech punctuated the still. This was quickly followed by a volley of spanks, each increasing in intensity and each counted out breathlessly from one to ten by the petite strawberry blonde. My incredulity matched only by a burgeoning desire, it was hard not to reach for my pulsing cock. They might or might not have realised it, but I could see everything that was going on. Above Ray's heightened breathing, Ally implored: "No more, daddy, pleeeeeeeeease no more daddy." It came as a disappointment when he acceded, allowing the tearful girl to climb off. Almost subconsciously, I found I was drawing the foreskin of my cock back and forth over the bulging purple head, my breath racing. Taking her husband aside, Bonnie stepped up on tiptoe to whisper in his ear. I could see her pointing my way. Ally looked on sheepishly, hands rubbing at her stung butt. Seeing Ray bowl my way, quickly I covered up. Shrinking into the sofa like some errant boyfriend that had gotten his daughter pregnant and was about to face the wrath, I swallowed hard. "Thank you, daddy, thank you, sir," whispered Ally before seeking refuge within her mother's expansive bosom. Looking up as Ray barged in, immediately I was aware of the formidable, towering presence. With disdain he surveyed the injury to my knee, a tiny drop of blood having formed in the centre of the makeshift bandage. "Ach, it's little more than a scratch," he scoffed dismissively, unappreciative of the full extent of the injury. "You'll be right as rain in the morning." I nodded in agreement, fearing he might get physical with ME. Yet Ray simply paced the room, scratching at his beard, as if he was rehearsing some polemic. Our eyes met and I cowered before remembering that I was the injured party in all this. Joined by mother and daughter, they stood idly in the shadow of the larger-than-life patriarchal figure. As Ally made an apologetic face my way, Ray bellowed: "What you got to say to the man?" A hesitant Ally stepped out of the shadow, lips pursed. "Um, I'm really sorry, sir," she mouthed, shrugging her shoulders and retracting into little-girl-in-touble mode. All three pairs of eyes stared unerringly my way. "No...um, that's okay, really it is," I replied, wanting nothing more than to get away from this weird household as soon as possible. "Look, I..." My sentenced remained unfinished as Ray scrubbed at his wiry red bristles, seemingly unsure, hesitant even. "Look, I know this is asking a lot...but 'little miss careless driver here' isn't insured to drive her daddy's car..." Oh great, I thought. Bang goes my chance of compensation. More tears welled up in Ally's eyes as, clinging on to her mother, she implored my assistance. Bonnie too begged with her emerald eyes, using every feminine wile in the book to appeal to my better nature. From my prone position I couldn't help but check out her gorgeous breasts, straining against the blouse. In the excitement, they seemed to have grown an extra cup size and the nipples had become yet more rampant, virtually sprouting through the cotton, stained by Ally's tears. Noticing my unsubtle attention she jiggled them seductively, a tingle of pleasure spreading through my groin. Torn between naked lust and a sense of justice I prevaricated. "Hmmm, I don't know..." I began, prompting another display of tears from Ally. "You want me to lie?" I emphasised. As Bonnie comforted her quivering daughter, Ray scratched his whiskers, as if unsure. "I guess so." Despite encountering a less than receptive listener, he continued: "If we were all to agree that it was me driving, the insurance company will pay up, no questions asked. If not..." He let the words hang, the implication heavy with menace. I shifted upright, considering the options. A man of previous good integrity, I had little regard for what more or less amounted to an act of fraud. Yet on the other hand, if it got the poor little Ally out of a tough spot and made my injury claim easier, I could work on my conscience. Ray and Bonnie sat down on the adjacent sofa, giving the concerned parents' act, awaiting my response, whilst Ally stood in the middle of the room, sucking her thumb like a naughty schoolgirl. My eyes darted from the frightened teenager to her expectant parents and back again. Barely eighteen, Ally looked so vulnerable, so like a frightened rabbit in the headlights – an unfortunate analogy. "Please Steven," she begged. "I'm going to be in so much trouble..." I nodded slowly, hating it. But a sense of common decency got the better of me. "Hmmm, okay, I'll go along with it..." Smiles illuminated the room, followed by an expulsion of air from Ally's lungs. "Oh thank you, Steven," she gushed, exchanging a glance with her father, a glance that prompted a silent nodded response. Tossing her arms around my neck, she made to kiss my lips. Taken aback, I nudged her away. As Ally made a second sortie I was more accommodating, our lips brushing then moulding. As we embraced, I felt her mouth open. Forgetting that her parents were mere feet away, I allowed my tongue to glide inside the soft glossed lips. She moaned back into my mouth as our tongues danced. My heart pounding, I caught Ray's eye and elected to ease back. Ally smiled, the tears having dissolved. Unzipping, she let the cords crumple down her shapely legs. Reaching to loosen the thong from her hips, the teenager stepped out of the skimpy black triangle, kicking it aside before moving closer once more. Before I realised what was happening, she was spread across my lap, head one side, strawberry blonde hair flailing, toes brushing the carpet the other side. Careful not to press down too hard near the throbbing and painfully numb knee, she wiggled her cute little backside, gazing up and aside with a doe-eyed innocence that belied her latent sexuality. I fought to control the overwhelming urges that had taken me captive. "No really, this isn't necessary," I protested, in genuine embarrassment. "Give her ten of the best," commanded Ray from the other sofa. I shrugged, unable to bring myself to. "It's for the best," averred Bonnie, hugging her husband and fluttering her eyelashes my way. "No look, really..." I gulped. "Punish me, Steven," implored Ally. "I've been a naughty little girl and I need to be spanked." I swallowed hard, Ally's eyes locking once more on mine. The teenager smiled reassuringly as if to say it was what she needed. Hand rising and wavering before me, I hesitated. For fuck's sake, this was one hell of a bizarre set up I'd stumbled upon. And this just wasn't me. I guessed it must be the accident warping my mind. Ray and Bonnie looked on with bated breath, discreetly fondling one another. Ally issued a nod, at the same time raising her cute young arse. Wow it was such an alluring sight, the cheeks so damned peachy and spankable. Just visible through her clenched thighs, a wisp of hair and a hint of pink labia caught my eye. Stealing a breath, I accepted that there was no turning back. The first smack barely grazed an arse that was already flushed from Ray's earlier manhandling. "One," breathed Ally, pressing her pussy into my lap. "For fuck's sake, harder!" boomed Ray, his lip curling as Bonnie's fingers stroked his cock through his trousers. By way of incentive, once more Ally wiggled those delectable spank-me-please arse cheeks. The second smack was more manful, cracking the flesh and causing Ally to suck in a lungful of air before counting two. "Harder!" commanded her sadistic father, his cock outline clearly visible as Bonnie caressed. I exhaled with purpose, head spinning. The next eight spanks rattled down in quick succession, making the teenager's arse jerk and back arch. Leaving an indelible handprint, each blow was counted out through gritted teeth. As Ally sighed and writhed in my lap, a throb of dull pain reverberated through my knee but it was nothing compared to the throb of pleasure in my groin. Glancing down, it became apparent that my cock had burst right through the fly of my boxers. Precum glazed the proud purple tip and I could barely comprehend how hard I was – as hard as Ally was wet. Her sticky juices coated my thigh as she rubbed rhythmically, breathing lustily and imploring more attention. Glancing across, my spankings, it seemed, had had a similar effect on Ray and Bonnie. Shimmying out of the jeans and panties, Bonnie stretched back on the sofa, calves across Ray's legs, thighs apart and back arched. Ray elevated her legs and, head buried, began to slurp at her pussy. I watched as his head bobbed and Bonnie bit her lower lip. Gorgeous tits in hand, Bonnie squeezed the bulging nipples through the thin blouse whilst looking alluringly my way, her pretty face shielded with lust. I could scarcely believe my eyes. At the same time, Ally's hand crept up to take a firm hold on my rock hard shaft. Up and down it stroked as she enthused how big I was. Well I'm pretty average but it never did a guy any harm to hear that. Pressing back into the couch, my eyes rolled as the teen lovely on my lap wanked the rock hard tool. Blind to what was happening on the other sofa, Ally implored with a pant: "What are my parents doing, sir? Please tell me." Drawn irrevocably into this mad charade, I hesitated before answering: "Your daddy is eating out your mummy's pussy." Ally groaned, then I did too as she began to stroke my cock more purposefully, working the foreskin back and forth over the bulbous head. The eager fist pumped up and down, complemented by gushing compliments on my size. Surely this was some kind of dream from which I'd wake any second. Maybe I had been hurt far worse in the accident and was in a coma. Yet it sure seemed real enough. Bonnie's sighs filled the room as Ray's tongue excavated inside, probing her swollen clit. I watched as Bonnie trembled, hands on the back of Ray's head, guiding him towards her most receptive spots. Her whimpers of delight and the way her boobs jiggled were a pleasure to behold. Momentarily rising for air, Ray displayed a broad grin, lips and beard slick with Bonnie's cunt juice, her scent of arousal clinging to the air beneath my nostrils. Not entirely sure what to do next, I improvised by reaching under to locate Ally's near nipple through her top. Her breasts a cup size below her mother's, nonetheless they were sculpted perfectly to her slim young body. As I rolled the teat between thumb and forefinger, causing it to swell noticeably, she let out an elongated sigh, rubbing her wet pussy against my lap more vigorously. My eyes darted from the cherubic teenaged face to her parents like a spectator at a tennis match. Shifting positions on the adjacent sofa, Bonnie tore off her blouse to finally reveal the sweetest tits imaginable. Virtually free from sag, yet 100% natural, massive areolae spread out from the perkiest erect pink nipples. As she stood, her back to her husband to allow me a full frontal, a cute thatch of trimmed ginger pubic hair was unveiled, plump pink pussy lips issuing a little kiss. The Best Week of My Life Ch. 02 I couldn't possibly have envisaged that the best week of my life would commence so very nearly in tragedy. Parting company with the bike and somersaulting gracefully through the air to the accompaniment of the Kaiser Chiefs, there could surely only be one outcome: death, and if not death, serious injury. Yet, by some twist of fate, my fall was broken, cushioning the collision with the concrete and inflicting just a busted knee. There was no reason to suppose as I groaned on the ground that the cause of my fate, reckless driver Ally Tranter, would turn out to be a teenaged nymphomaniac. Or for that matter that her family would turn a normal healthy guy of thirty into a rabid sex addict. But fate has a way of evening things up, and something in me changed on that lonely back road. Having been led on the path to depravity by the Tranters, here I was the Friday after the accident, lusting after my sweet little eighteen-year old sister. Alive yet unable to climb the stairs at home, I found myself back in the care of my parents, living in their bungalow with Sophie until I was fit to walk again. Despite being an independent soul in the former life, I loved all the fuss and attention, especially when it came from Sophie. Before my little accident sent their lives off on a tangent, mum and dad had planned to spend the weekend at the coast. They very nearly cancelled but, between us, Sophie and I convinced them we could cope. Sophie's assuredness cheered me, though she had a vested interest in getting rid of the folks: her two best friends were due to be staying over. With mum and dad finally out of the way, from my couch I overheard Sophie on the telephone, making excited plans. First up was Jessie, my sister giggling throughout the whole conversation. Quite what they had planned, God only knew. Then it was on to Gina, but with no reply, Sophie left a message, before glancing my way. "What are these friends of yours like?" I enquired, matter-of-factly, trying to exude an air of cool seniority. "In what way?" Sophie enquired with a smile, twiddling her blonde hair around a slender index finger. I meant, of course, what did they look like? Sophie knew I wasn't interested in whether they were kind to animals or how they were getting on at school. I was, after all, a normal hot-blooded guy with the usual urges, albeit those urges were running dangerously out of control. Already during this convalescence I'd hauled my body up to sneak a peek on Sophie getting changed in her room, gaining brief flashes of her undergarments, the image savoured over three subsequent bouts of self-pleasure. Yet I craved more, much more. "Mmm, tell you what, Steven, I can show you," she giggled, adding with a scrunched-up nose: "What my friends look like, that is." Five minutes later the laptop was on my lap, nudging a semi-aroused cock. Leaning over me closely, Sophie's girlie aroma, a mix of light scent and progesterone, filled my nostrils. As she bent, her breasts jiggled inside the shirt, a hint of lace-clad flesh visible through the gap in the buttons. How I could just reach over and cup those shapely orbs. My breathing upped a notch whilst my bloated penis head grazed the bottom of the laptop. As she moved Sophie's left breast brushed my cheek. I heard a gentle feminine gasp causing a tingle to spread around my groin. Pretending to be unaware of the effect she was having on me, Sophie clicked on one of the files, revealing several thumbnails. She clicked again, the screen blossoming with colour. The picture was of Sophie and her friends taken during a winter holiday. Another little shiver of excitement teased my groin, though all three were fully decent. It was, I guessed, a combination of knowing these girls would be sharing the bungalow for the next two and a half days, on top of my newfound burgeoning sex drive. Gina was the tallest of the three, a statuesque raven haired beauty with a catwalk-like demeanour and a Julia Roberts smile. The thick orange sweater gave no clue as to the delights that lay beneath, though I was sure Sophie had let slip that her friend was a DD. Sophie stood in the middle in the photo, as cute as a button as her long blonde hair stretched like tentacles in the breeze. In a padded white ski coat she looked a vision of virginal innocence. The third girl, Jessie, looked younger than her friends, though at nineteen was actually the eldest, a petite vision in rectangular glasses. Her anorak was open at the front to reveal a grey sweatshirt. I wondered if Sophie had any more pictures, perhaps taken at a less inclement time of year. At that moment the phone rang and Sophie left my side momentarily to pick it up. It was Gina. Thinking fast, I reduced the screen, eyes scanning for other files that might feed my insatiable hunger. One was entitled 'Sophie – private'. Well that was enough to arouse the interest of any horny thirty-year old male. Checking that she was still engaged on the phone, I clicked. This created three fresh thumbnails. Glancing up to check the coast was clear, my heart raced with anticipation and fear of getting caught. The screen expanded with colour once more, the resultant image causing a severe exhalation of breath and a Marty Feldman expression. Content to have uncovered a bikini snap or even t-shirt and shorts, this pushed the boundaries to their limits. There, in all her naked glory and seated on this very couch was Sophie, posing for the camera like something out of a top shelf magazine. Her blonde hair tied in a ponytail, my eyes feasted on her breasts, a perfect c-cup and as firm and ripe as two oranges. By the way her pretty pink nipples stood to attention either it was cold or she was excited. Moving my eyes slowly down her body, past the ladylike expanse at the hips, I fixed on the most beautiful snatch, lightly brushed with soft straw-coloured wisps of hair. Oh this was absolute heaven, and I only wished there were more time. My appreciative eye noted that her pussy lips were plump and pouty with a feint glistening of arousal. Quickly I x-ed out of the image, afraid of discovery, though her conversation with Gina seemed in full flow, and there might just be time to open the second. My hand hovered tremulously. The screen expanded to reveal Sophie taken from an aerial view, stretched out the length of the couch, legs parted, heels resting on the padded arm. Her lips parted seductively, one hand cupped a breast whilst the other had strayed between her legs. Impossible to tell whether she was fingering herself, the look on her innocent features suggested she was. To my amazement, the conversation with Gina showed no sign of abating, so guiltily I moved to the third and final thumbnail, only aware of how hard I'd become when my cock tried to burrow up through the laptop. Whoa, this third picture very nearly made me cum. Sophie was still prone, but her back was now arched, pushing her pussy up almost level with her feet. Elbows tight to her hips, the fingers of each hand held her pink pussy lips wide apart to reveal a distended and swollen clit. It appeared as if she'd been frigging it mercilessly, that sopping wet had her cunt become. I found myself panting with desire. Hearing the telephone conversation come to an abrupt end, quickly I restored the original picture, trying to act as natural as possible despite the throbbing cock in my boxers. Returning to my side, Sophie lifted up the laptop clear, in turn bringing welcome relief to my crushed appendage. Closing down and signing out, she sniffed pointedly at the air around me. "Poo Steven, you're going to need to freshen up a bit before my friends arrive." Her eyes lingered longer than was natural on my crotch, the outline of the unrelenting hard-on freely visible. "It's not my fault," I protested. "You try showering or bathing with this plaster on." Now there was a thought to take to the grave – Sophie and I in the shower. I ached with lust as she turned on her heels. I heard a tap running, wondering what she had in mind. Returning five minutes later with a bowl of steaming water, some towels, a flannel and a bar of soap, she placed one of the towels at my feet. Hand linking in mine, she helped to shuffle from the couch as I did my best to cover the pipe inside the boxer shorts. "Okay mister, take off that stinky t-shirt." I hesitated, suddenly reticent. "Oh come on, I'm your sister..." That was the problem. I tried my hardest not to picture her naked like in the photos, which was impossible of course. Sophie bit her lip in an innocent kind of way, but that just made matters worse. "Okay BIG brother, it's about time I picked the girls up anyway," she stated, diffusing the tension. It didn't escape my notice the emphasis she placed upon the word 'big'. Well I was standing up like a flagpole. I waited until the front door had slammed shut before easing down the boxers. Submerging the flannel in the hot water and lathering up my palms I washed around my balls, before working up the stiff shaft. It felt good, and I allowed the hard cock to slide back and forth through my grip, eyes slanting. Happening to glance up, I noticed a shadow across the patio doors. Someone was out there. The way the sun was set in the sky, I could see her clearly but she must have believed she was shaded. Suppressing a smile, I carried on soaping as Sophie, the dirty little minx, spied upon me. A damned shame to disappoint I worked leisurely, stopping every now and then to gasp – a combination of mock and real pleasure like the showman I'd become. In case the sun moved, anxious not to send her scuttling off like a scolded cat, I pretended my eyes were shut, though leaving enough of a slit through which to see. Intent on gaining a prime position for the floorshow, unashamedly Sophie moved into almost full view. Supported by my elbows, I continued to draw the thick foreskin over the bulbous and throbbing purple head. Using the soap to create a lubricant, I gave my cock a good hard tug, feeling ripples of pleasure pulsate through my whole body. Knowing Sophie was watching made this the hottest wank of my life. A little tear of precum oozed out as the eye opened slightly, and a light gasp slipped from my lips. Becoming bolder, Sophie moved into full view behind the patio doors, unashamedly rubbing an erect nipple through the shirt, two front teeth buried in her bottom lip. If I listened hard enough I could just make out my teenaged sister's gentle moans. Leaving the one hand to tease her nipple, Sophie moved the other hand south, stroking her tummy through the shirt material. With a look of ecstasy, she continued the descent, reaching inside the hem of the skirt. She seemed to push lightly at her panties, the pleasure registered as her pretty features contorted. I imagined the knickers being eased aside and the juicy little cunt that I'd feasted upon earlier suctioning down and drawing up her eager fingers. Though it was of course hidden from view, I could make out Sophie's knuckles pressing back. Seeing her in that pose, enjoying my show, made me hotter still, the moans of approval that spilled from my lips now utterly genuine. Through the slit in my eyes I watched as Sophie busily pleasured herself, eyes locked on my stiff shaft. Increasing the pace, my fist started to blur. That in turn prompted Sophie to increase the rubbing at her clit. Her moans growing louder, all inhibition had been lost to wanton lust. I could hardly believe this sweet young girl of previously impeccable character was freely masturbating in my parents' back garden, quite possibly in full view of the neighbours. It would be the hottest thing ever if someone were to catch the little slut. Maybe old Mr Jones would put her across his knee... Oh fuck, that just about did it for me. Feeling my balls tighten and the orgasm take grip, I threw back my head, crying out. The spunk shot from between my grip like a champagne bottle being uncorked. "Oh fuck, yeahhhhhhh," I howled as the rope of cum lashed my belly and chest. Glancing over, I saw Sophie in the throes of ecstasy, savouring her own orgasm with eyes closed. She gave a huge exhalation, before adjusting her outfit and disappearing. * * * Sophie arrived back half an hour later with her two friends in tow. Introductions were made and in my incapacitated state on the couch I felt like an exhibit at the zoo. They were far sexier in the flesh than in the photograph and I struggled to keep my cock in check, the stiffening camouflaged only by adjusting slightly. Gina, tall and statuesque, was in tight white cords and a low cut diaphanous top, a well stocked black bra clearly visible beneath. The DD assessment looked spot on and I growled beneath my breath. Jessie was cute and petite, dressed in a more conservative jeans and t-shirt. Outwardly prim and proper, something about the way she sized up what my boxers concealed suggested there was more to Jessie than met the eye. In my humble assessment, Gina was the sort of girl you wouldn't hesitate to fuck the arse off given half a chance, whereas Jessie was someone you might take home to meet mum. With her confident demeanour, Gina looked like she'd give an older guy a run for his money. With her hair tied up in bunches and her scholarly specs Jessie seemed ripe for teaching. Both scenarios appealed, I can say, a win-win scenario, I wished. "We're going to my room to play some music," announced Sophie and I never saw them again till supper when a plate of pie, peas and mash was thrust into my lap. Half an hour elapsed before I heard the shower set in motion, fantasising about which of the girls might be soaping down her gorgeous teen body. Instantly I found myself hard as a rock, having to resist the urge to gain summary relief. Two more showers later, the disappointing announcement arrived that the girls would be going out for the evening. There was, however, one small consolation: I got to see them in their going-out gear of short skirts and figure-hugging tops. Even the bookish Jessie, brunette hair down and liberally made-up, looked like a slut waiting and wanting to be taken. Too much to bear, I felt like a dog with two cocks. Resigned to watching the television on my own, I was soon bored and in need of relief. Suddenly an idea settled in my mind and I decided to give Ally a call, hoping to entice her over. It was, after all, her fault I was in this helpless state, and I figured she owed me big time. Seemingly glad to hear from me and anxious to learn of my wellbeing, the disappointing news followed that she had a mountain of homework to do and was grounded anyway after the attempt at killing me. It left me feeling deflated and frustrated. "I am sooooooo damned horny though, Steven," Ally confessed with a deep sigh. "Why don't we talk dirty to each other for a short while?" I turned my nose up, though my disinterest was soon revealed to be unfounded when she purred: "Guess what, Steven, I'm still in my little school uniform: white shirt, burgundy and green tie, short grey shirt and white knee-high socks..." Immediately my cock sprung to attention. "I got into trouble with teacher today," she lisped, and I could picture the pout on the strawberry blonde's cute face. "He made me stay behind in detention with another girl, Mandy. Mandy is so pretty and all the boys fancy her – some of the girls too. It wasn't long before I started touching her under the desk." Her words came breathlessly causing me to groan long and hard. Having known Ally for the brief time I had, it wasn't obvious if these events really had taken place or were simply a figment of her filthy little mind. Frankly, from what it was doing to me, I didn't care. "She kept pushing my hand away," continued Ally. "She's a real tease. Then teacher caught us and, get this Steven, he thought it was Mandy that was misbehaving. He told her she was in detention as a punishment and not to enjoy herself. Then he made her stand up and walk to the front. You'll never guess what happened next, Steven," she cooed. "He made her lean over the desk, sideways on. My eyes almost popped out. I couldn't believe this was happening. I couldn't help it Steven, I just had to touch my pussy. It was very wet. Poor Mandy was sobbing like a baby as teacher lifted up her skirt. He had a good long look at her bum before pulling her panties down quickly. I felt so guilty for getting her in trouble. But sooooooo hot. Oh Steven, he looked straight at me as he spanked her three times, his eyes never leaving mine..." "Oh jeeeeeeez," I moaned, so close to cumming that I had to ease off, yet imploring her to continue. "You're enjoying this, aren't you Steven, you naughty boy? Mmmmmmm. Well Mandy came back to the desk all teary-eyed and it hurt at first when she sat down, but soon we were smiling about it. And we could see how hard teacher was. There was still an hour of detention to go so I said to teacher if we were nice to him would he let us go early. He walked over and stared me straight in the eye and asked me what I meant. So I put my hand out and touched his bulge with my fingers. His eyes went all glazed. I pulled the zip down and took out his nice hard cock, stroking it then put my lips around it. I could hear Mandy whispering in my ear what a slut I was, yet she had a hand in her drawers and was fingering her pussy." Fuck this was torture. I so wanted to cum yet didn't want to cum. "I sucked hard and pulled his cock as he called me names through gritted teeth. And then he blew his hot load all in my throat. He smiled and told us to get out." I exhaled hard, using all my strength to hold on, wanting to savour this moment forever. "So, what have you been doing since I last saw you?" "Not much, seeing as some stupid cow bust my knee... Oh yeah, I did get caught masturbating earlier by my sister. She's eighteen like you." "Oh really, mmmmmmm. God yesssssss," enthused Ally, her schoolwork pushed aside as she spread her legs. "Tell me more, Steven." As I relayed the story, Ally moaned intently throughout, the distinct impression that she was really enjoying the tale and not just faking it for my pleasure. "Oh God Steven, you are such a bad boy. You are sooooooo going to make me cum. Keep on talking," she commanded huskily. If I listened hard enough, I could hear her fingers working that sloppy cunt hard. She was whispering how hot I was making her over and over. At that moment she squealed. "Oh shit Steven, mummy has just walked in on me." I smiled. This naughty little girl's imagination was boundless. "Oh fuck yeah, what's she gonna do, spank that tight young butt of yours?" "No, really Steven..." Suddenly the voice at the other end changed as the phone was grabbed. "Is that you, Steven, distracting my daughter from her studies?" Bonnie sounded stern and I had to seem contrite. "Sorry Bonnie." "She's grounded." "I know, she said." "That means no telephone calls too." "Oh right. I guess it's lucky it wasn't her daddy that walked on, or she'd be over his knee by now, I bet," I added with a wicked grin. "Oh, so you think Ally's mummy is an easy touch, huh Steven." Fifteen seconds of silence elapsed before it was Ally that spoke next, breathlessly. "I'm in real trouble with mummy now Steven, after what you said. She has me bent over her knee. Oh God, she's smoothing my little grey skirt up my back. Oh, and now she's drawing my white panties down to my knees. Steven, help me please, tell her not to...no, mummyyyyyyyyyy." I breathed long and hard as a volley of long hard spanks rang out, counted dutifully to ten by Ally. A brief pause and Ally thanked her mother through gritted teeth. "Ouch, oh please mummy no more, I promise I'll be good mummy." Ten seconds later Bonnie came back on. "Well Steven, what you think? Have I punished her sufficiently?" The Best Week of My Life Ch. 02 Fuck I loved Bonnie as much, if not more than Ally. It had been worth busting my knee for this bountiful reward. "Hmm, I think Ally should make it up to you," I said with a ever more widening grin, the hand that wasn't holding the phone gripping hard on my aching cock. "Make her lick your cunt out." Bonnie relayed the message to her daughter and it was Ally that spoke next. "No, please Steven, you can't make me do THAT." "Do it you little slut," I commanded, "or you'll get ten more...with a slipper." "Nooooooo, please...no, Steven..." "I'm getting your daddy's slipper," Bonnie's voice was heard to warn. "Nooooooo...please don't...okay, okay I'll do it." A minute's silence elapsed before Bonnie came back on, her voice at a higher pitch. "Oh my gosh Steven, my little slut of a daughter is licking out her mother's wet pussy, and it's all your doing, you nasty fucker. I have my hand on the back of her head, pushing her deeper. Oh fuck, she's biting my clit..." Unable to control myself, my cock spurted hard, so hard in fact I splashed my chin and neck. Moments later Bonnie's orgasm almost deafened me. Continued panting filled my ear, supplemented by little whimpers of pleasure as mother and daughter made up. "See you soon, Steven," rang out Ally's breathless words, to the accompaniment of smacking lips. I sure hoped so. And I sure hoped the girls arrived home soon too. * * * I didn't hear them come in, so it must have been late. In hindsight, clearly they'd been drinking – or one at least had. For I awoke to a most pleasant feeling: a pair of hands resting on my thighs, a warm mouth nestling at the head of my cock, moving the foreskin up and down with the motion. For a moment I thought I must be dreaming. Controlling my breathing, I pretended to remain asleep. Tongue flicking eagerly over the bulbous expanse of throbbing head, she – whoever she was, since it was pitch black and impossible to tell – busily pleasured herself by rubbing at her clit, the moans muted on my cock. Generously dispersing saliva, the mystery cocksucker opened wider to allow half of the shaft inside, the tip brushing her palate. Adjusting its position with her tongue, she licked lovingly, mouthing her mouth up and down gently. Tongue tip finding the eye, she flicked chameleon-like, driving me crazy. Yet not knowing who it was drove me crazier still. For all I knew this could be my little sister preparing to deep-throat her older brother. Oh fuck, what a notion. With a deftness that belied her youth, she devoured the whole cock, chin resting upon my balls, fringe brushing my stomach. With all of the three girls sporting haircuts of similar length, the mystery came nowhere closer to being solved. Able to contain myself no longer or to maintain the pretence of sleep, I reached out to caress her hair, eliciting a jerk of fear at having been discovered, my saliva drenched cock popping out of her mouth and striking my belly. "It's okay," I whispered, continuing to stroke her hair. Grip tightening I drew her back to me, her mouth finding my balls. Taking one of the spongy spheres in her mouth she nuzzled gently whilst stroking her palm the length of the shaft. Bringing it back to full strength, she issued a little whimper of delight. Pushing out her tongue once more, she licked all the way up the shaft as my free hand found a way down the length of her spine. Over the tight backside it travelled and inside her thighs, two fingers ploughing deep into her moist cunt. Fighting to control her breathing, she very nearly betrayed herself with a groan my fingers slid easily in and out. Taking firm control, I guided her head onto my cock and started to bob it up and down via her hair, the other hand rubbing her clit in a circular motion, fingers bent for added stimulation. But for the cock in her mouth that acted as a safety valve, she'd have been groaning like a whore by now and doubtless have alerted the whole house. Up and down I guided her head, fucking her face like it was a tight little cunt, her unending saliva pooling in my pubic hair. Then suddenly I felt her spasm at my touch, body going all limp as she came hard on my fingers. The domino effect sent a pulse rocketing to my groin and I grunted as a stream of spunk was jettisoned, filling her tiny mouth. A short moment to savour the orgasm, another rope of seed was ejected over her tongue. She swallowed with relish, still no clue as to her identity as her lips smacked. Lifting my fingers and sucking them dry, one thing was for sure: she had the sweetest damned cunt I'd ever tasted. Just as I was about to reach for the side lamp and reveal her identity, as quickly as she came, she went, my busted knee preventing a chase. For the time being I would remain none the wiser. I could barely wait for the weekend ahead. * As ever, I look forward to hearing your views and suggestions. Chapter 3 is in development. The Best Week of My Life Retracting his fly, Ray's thick cock was visible momentarily before his eager wife impaled with a groan. Riding from behind, Ray glanced over Bonnie's shoulder as his daughter rubbed her pussy hard on my thigh. Pressed into her husband's strong chest, Bonnie squealed as the thick tool split her cunt in two, burying to the balls. Their grunts and pants filling the room proved almost too much for Ally. Fighting to break free from my hold she implored: "Oh God please let me see. Please sir." Grinning wickedly, I held the teenager in position over my lap, denying the pleasure of witnessing her father's meaty cock plunge deep inside her mother's willing pussy, and of her mother's spectacular breasts bouncing rhythmically. It was as if Ray knew precisely where to aim his cock to inflict the maximum pleasure. Bonnie took each deep pounding in that hot cunt, moaning as if being tortured. Down below on my lap, Ally purred, my act of control making her wetter yet. Pouring on more pressure I enthused: "Oh God Ally, your daddy is fucking your mummy's pussy sooooooo hard." "Yesssssss," she gushed. My commentary and Ally's enthusiastic response raised appreciative smiles from the pair copulating opposite. Observing my taking complete control of his compliant little daughter, Ray increased the fervent thrusts, slamming so deep inside his wife's hot cunt I was sure he would pierce her womb. "Feel those fucking tits," I barked, seizing further control. "I want to see you squeeze those nipples." A grin visible through the red brush of whiskers, Ray obeyed unquestioningly, moulding the spectacular orbs with his huge paws. Bonnie moaned and groaned, mouthing what a bad boy I was. I grinned back, commenting that I hoped to show her real soon. Bonnie threw back her head, willing the moment. As Ray pinched the nipples so hard they looked close to popping, a pained wail spilled from her lips. Riding the thick shaft for all she was worth, flesh slapped upon flesh as the couple thrashed, squeals of lust deafening my ears. Turning his attention to her soft neck, Ray's wiry beard scratched at the soft flesh as he sucked. As Bonnie let out a piercing scream, on my lap Ally frigged herself against my thigh whilst begging: "Let me see." As she twisted to try to gain a vantage point, I held her forcibly in place on my lap. Smack! Smack! Smack! My blows rained down on her bottom. "Owwwwweeeeee. Oh God yes...punish me, sir..." "Count them, bitch!" I ordered, having become so embroiled in the scene that rational thought had all but disappeared. Ally breathed deep. "Yes sir, sorry sir," she apologised. "Four...five...six..." As she spread her thighs and arched her back, the air brushed over my lap, slick with her nectar. I smiled before plunging two fingers into the wet and inviting pussy. Bent into a claw, the eager digits worked the ultra sensitive clit, eliciting elongated sighs of pleasure. Switching between fingering her pussy and spanking her arse, I worked Ally into a frenzy of lust, her fervent panting intensifying to drown out her mother's groans. By now, Bonnie was so wet and the fucking had become so furious that Ray's cock kept slipping out onto her belly. Sliding it back inside Bonnie rode hard as Ray glanced over her shoulder, eyes full of lust as I worked my fingers in and out of his daughter's wet young cunt. As Ally's fist, wrapped tight around my cock, brought me close to the edge, some choice expletives spilled from my lips as I fucked her tiny hand. A glance at the couple opposite told me they were close too, Ray's thick tool slipping once again from his wife's gaping pussy. Reaching down to masturbate the thick cock eagerly, Bonnie conferred upon her husband a mindblowing orgasm, a huge spurt of cum firing up her tummy as high as her tits. Bonnie milked three more voluminous jets before he was done. Smearing the bounty all over her tits and nipples, before sucking the excess from her fingertips, Bonnie craved relief. Compliantly Ray shoved three fat fingers between her legs to reciprocate, pumping violently and bringing Bonnie to such an intense orgasm as to make the room physically shake. Hearing her mother caught in the throes of orgasm yet denied the pleasure of witnessing it, Ally's body jerked as the climax induced by my urgent fingers took hold. Ally's hand blurred on the shaft as my head swam. Moaning my approval, I shifted position to allow the girl to work the rock hard cock to the base. Up and down she rubbed, almost pulling my cock off. The last to cum, I could hold back no longer, feeling my balls constrict. I watched through the blur as eagerly Bonnie climbed from Ray's lap, kneeling down behind her daughter, eyes locked on mine whilst stroking Ally's hair. Lifting the fleshy cum-stained orbs, Bonnie rested them on Ally's back, grinning lustily up my way. As Ally's hand went numb with exertion, it eased off and I took my own pleasure in hand. Then finally I came. Oh God how I came. It arced high like a lasso, lashing Bonnie's lips and cheeks and even slashing her red hair. A second wad, aimed lower, hit those lovely tits square on. I jerked the remainder on Ally's back, breathing in starts. Bonnie licked her lips, swallowing what was on her face with absolute relish, before cupping a boob and feeding it to her lips. Her tongue worked all the way around the outer flesh of the mammary, scooping up my spunk, to the inner areola and grazing each nipple as she sucked. Finally she vacuumed up the puddle on Ally's spine, kissing her daughter tenderly. "I think we'd better get you cleaned up, Steven" grinned Bonnie as her daughter climbed from my lap, her hand trailing my cheek. I watched as the pair crawled closer on their knees, easing aside my thighs, their two hot little mouths vacuuming any excess cum from my softening cock. Then they turned and kissed deep, tongues twirling. Wow they looked so good together. In fact they looked so good, my cock started to harden once more. Grinning, Bonnie told her daughter to climb on daddy's lap. Obediently Ally threw herself into the strong welcoming arms. Turning her to face us, Ray reached around to spread his daughter's labia, allowing Bonnie to lap up the juices that stained Ally's inner thighs and pussy. I watched mesmerised as Bonnie's tongue slipped inside her daughter's hot wet cunt, licking and slurping. A pleasant final memory, at that moment the painkillers and my exertions took full effect, my head lolling... * * * And that was how the best week of my life got started. Shortly after, Bonnie agreed to take me to the hospital, waiting patiently while the medics went to work. The scan revealed a fractured patella, after which a plaster cast was fitted and I limped out on crutches some time after midnight. However, despite the hour and the inconvenience, all the way home I couldn't take my eyes off Bonnie's chest, glancing across covetously. As we pulled up outside my flat and she leaned over to deliver a parting kiss, I made a move, squeezing hard. Mmm, I'd wanted to do that ever since first laying my eyes upon the woman. Bonnie moaned, letting me paw away for a minute before easing back. "Another time," she whispered, taking my hand and scribbling her number on the back. "Stay in touch." There was every possibility! The injury meant that I was signed off work and, discovering an inability to use the stairs in the flat, my parents suggested moving into their bungalow until I was back on my feet. I gratefully accepted the offer. For my eighteen year old sister Sophie, having her big brother back on the scene was somewhat disconcerting, what with her habit I quickly uncovered of wandering around the bungalow semi-naked. A decade since I'd left home, she'd certainly developed since then: into quite a hot cutie. I couldn't help but check her out as she came out of the bathroom, wrapped only in a skimpy little white towel. She smiled back innocently, tossing back her damp blonde locks. When my parents announced they would be going away for the weekend and Sophie was put in charge of my care, my mind began to race. Taking me aside, Sophie enquired whether two of her friends might stay over the weekend. Who was I to refuse? In fact I was quite looking forward to the weekend. I might even find time to see Bonnie and Ally again... * A follow-up is planned should there be sufficient interest. Your feedback, as always, is appreciated.