5 comments/ 48913 views/ 57 favorites Sinful Six By: Story1986 Preface What follows is a story of excess. It's raunchy, incestuous, and parts of it are downright depraved. But thankfully, it's my story, and it's a representation of the dirty visions that are playing in my head. But before you continue on to my "dirty, word movie," know this: I'm not an editor, and I'm not and English major. That's no excuse for laziness but I do try and write everything I write good (yes, I know). So, if you're not bothered by some incorrectly placed punctuation, or maybe even a mistake or two, or three, or more, depending on how drunk I am, please enjoy, and please vote and comment. I love the feedback! As far as a part two... Well I don't rightly know... But for now, just enjoy the goddamn story! ***** I Lena Denson, 45yo, white female, 5'06, 135lbs, 34Bx27x37; brown eyes, and short, spiky hair was bored was ready to go home after being at work less than an hour. She worked the graveyard shift, and since it was a Tuesday night, she was sure that the hours were going to move as quickly as the hot dog rollers that were sweating juices from weenies at that very moment not two feet from her. She was working with Tawny Hobbs, 28yo white female, 5'02, 160lbs, 38Dx38x48, with blue eyes, and long, mid-back length hair that she regularly bleached blonde. She had a pretty face, and a decent enough personality. Usually, when Lena and Tawny work together, and it's a slow night, they fooled around. Nothing too hot and heavy, but on a few occasions, they would each go down on each other in the back room. Each time Tawny ravaged Lena with her mouth, all she could think was that it was definitely better than the way her ex-husband did it. But then again, he never ate her out to begin with. Lena shivered as her thoughts washed over her, stimulating and moistening her pussy. She loved the taboo of the whole situation, and the added risk of getting caught. Tawny was the first woman that Lena had ever been with, and when Tawny put her mouth on Lena's clit for the first time almost two years ago, she was hooked! Lena and Tawny were not just coworkers and lovers. They were also close friends. So close that they had each had told the other their deepest and darkest secrets; things that they've never told another living soul. Lena told Tawny about her abusive husband, as well as the occasional lascivious thoughts she would sometimes find herself having about her son, Hank, who had just turned 18, and her daughter Haley, Hank's twin sister. Tawny, being the honest to goodness deviant slut that she was, told Lena that she thought her incestuous thoughts were hot, and even admitted to masturbating to the thought of all of them together. She told Lena on several occasions that she thought that her son and daughter were hot, and that if given the opportunity, she'd fuck them both. Tawny's tawdry statements would usually lead to Lena calling her a "kinky whore," or something along those lines, to which Tawny would often reply, "I know." Tawny Hobbs truly was a slut. She was a slut from a long line of sluts. She loved being a slut. She loved dick and she loved pussy, and she could not get enough of either no matter how hard she tried. Some nights it was with just one person; other nights it was with many. She was bisexual, obviously, and she enjoyed both men and women equally. She loved swallowing cum, and she loved having her ass fucked. She even loved having a cock in all three of her holes at the same time. She had participated in orgies, gangbangs, and even an evening of bukkake with a close friend. That was one of her favorite nights, actually. All of this, she has told Lena, and Lena does not judge her, and while she enjoys hearing about her experiences, she couldn't imagine ever engaging in such scandalous things. She was satisfied with just her fantasies. On the particularly boring Tuesday night that the two of them were working together, Tawny had goaded Lena into telling her again about her incestuous fantasies, requesting that she be as specific as possible. Lena did her best to accommodate her by telling the fantasy that reoccurred in the devious recesses of the most private parts of her mind. It was a very vivid image that Lena had told Tawny about. An image of her face in between her Haley's firm thighs while Hank pummeled her from behind. Each time she would tell Tawny about one of her fantasies, Tawny would either end up with her hand in her panties, or the two would end up in the back room so Tawny could latch onto Lena's clit. Sometimes they would even follow the other home. This Tuesday night was different though... It was different because Andy had come in. Andy was 19, wet behind the ears, constantly horny, and since he was off that night and not the least bit tired, he decided to go by the Stop-Shop to see what his two favorite "in the middle of nowhere convenience store clerks" were up to on this balmy, August night. He also stopped by to see if maybe tonight was the night that he was going to get to opportunity to fuck one of them, or both of them if he was really lucky. He had known that the two of them sometimes fooled around in the store, and he was hoping that maybe they'd include him in some of the after midnight fun. The clock on his car radio read 01:30 when he pulled up to the Stop-Shop, and before he walked in, he dabbed cologne all over himself before swaggering into the convenience store, already sporting a semi. He saw Tawny at the counter, looking down at her phone. She was wearing a blue shirt that was low-cut, and showed off as much of her cleavage that she could get away with showing at work. She looked up, and smiled when Andy walked in. Andy has been coming into the Stop-Shop for months now, and for months he's been flirting with both Tawny, and Lena; and both Tawny and Lena has told each other on several occasions that they'd like to see what he was packing, and how he used it; but it was just too fun to tease him. They talked about it every time he left the store though; about turning him out, especially Lena, who was old enough to be his mother. Andy walked around the store, pretending that he was going to buy something. All three of them knew why he was there though. He was there to flirt, and that was likely all he was going to do. "Hey Andy," Tawny said in a sultry voice. "What brings your fine ass in here this late?" "Oh... Not much... Just bored and thought I'd take a little ride. Guess I just ended up here. Where's Lena?" Andy approached the counter and leaned against it, stealing glances at Tawny's cleavage, which was proudly on display. "She's in the back doing inventory. It's been slow as hell tonight, and the two of us have been going crazy trying to find something to do so... Lena decided to work while I played around on my phone. Hell, you're our first customer of the night!" "Damn, that sucks," said Andy, still stealthily looking at the dark crevice between Tawny's pale, fleshy globes. Tawny knew that he was staring at her tits, so she bent over the counter to give him a better look. "Well, at least you're here." She winked at him and a mischievous grin stretched across her pretty face. "Hey Lena," she yelled. "Andy's here." "Ok," Lena shouted back. "Hey Andy!" "Hey," he said. Tawny watched Andy's eyes watch her. It was obvious that he had more on his mind than purchasing chips and a drink. He looked so young, she thought. He was cute as fuck though; baby face, blue-green eyes, and short brown hair atop a lean, and still somewhat boyish frame. She saw a thick bulge in his pants and felt an itch in her panties. Deciding that she had flirted with him long enough, she got bold, and honest with him. She looked him in the eyes and said, So Andy... When you gonna come by my place and fuck me with that big cock of yours?" Her eyes left his and made their way to his growing erection. "Anytime you want me to," Andy replied, not skipping a beat to his own surprise, and hoping that the cracks in his voice didn't give away the nervous excitement that he was feeling. "Oh yeah? Well how about later on this morning when I get off of work?" "Are you serious," Andy asked, gulping loud enough for Lena to probably hear him. "Yes, I'm serious! I get off at 8:00, so why don't you come over around 9:00?" She bit her lower lip and looked down at his crotch again. It was still swelling in his loose fitting shorts, and Tawny was looking forward to seeing how much bigger she could make it. "You're fucking with me!" "No!" Her smile was growing wider. "I'm not fucking with you! I do want to fuck you though! I want you to come by my house later on this morning and I want you to fuck my brains out!" Lena was walking in from the back room when she heard Tawny propositioning Andy. 'That fucking slut,' she said to herself, smiling. "Hey Lena... Andy's gonna come over after my shift and fuck my brains out," Tawny said as Lena walked back behind the counter and stood next to her. "Sounds like fun," Lena said in a light-hearted tone. "I think it will be," Tawny replied, while she looked at Andy's crotch. She pointed to the impressive bulge in the front of Andy's pants. Involuntarily, she licked her lips. Andy was now blushing like a schoolboy that had just been caught passing notes. Tawny looked back to Lena, and the smiled when she saw where Lena's eyes had drifted to. "You could join if you wanted to," said Tawny, who was grinning like a deviant at a whorehouse. "I'd love to but my kids are home, and it would—," "They can join too." Lena shot her eyes at Tawny, and Tawny saw the angry look on her face. She had gone too far. Tawny apologized with her eyes and said, "You can come over some other time then." Lena said nothing, and looked over at Andy. Thankfully, he looked clueless, and in over his head in regards to the entire situation. Andy told Tawny that he had to get going, but before he left, he asked her for her number. "So you can text me your address, and I can let you know when I'm on my way," assured Andy. Tawny smiled, and told him to follow her into the back room so she could get a pen, which he did, like a puppy dog chasing after a treat. Lena watched Tawny take him back to their spot, which was far enough to be out of sight of the front door, but close enough for Lena to see what they were doing. She watched as Andy pulled out his cellphone and type in her phone number. There was a look of confusion on his face, but it disappeared in an instant when Tawny fell to her knees in front of him. She undid his shorts, and in a swift motion, took Andy's cock out. Lena sucked in a breath as she watched Tawny take Andy's thick cock into her mouth so she could caress it with her tongue. Lena's pussy began to tingle as Tawny expertly took every inch of his cock into her hungry mouth. But she took it out just as quickly, and gingerly put it back into his shorts. Andy groaned, and had a look on his face that almost made her want to go into the back room to finish him off herself. When his cock was fully put away, they both walked back towards the front of the store. Andy made a bee-line for the exit, telling them both that he's see them later. "Looking forward to it," Tawny yelled out, but Andy didn't turn around. Lena, was dumbfounded by what she had just witnessed. She felt the wetness in her panties, and she knew that her rock hard nipples would be visible to anyone that looked at her chest. Tawny saw them and smiled, but did not comment. She walked back behind the counter and stood next to Lena. A devilish grin was plastered on her face as she went back to playing on her cell phone. "I can't believe you just did that," Lena exclaimed, still staring at Tawny in disbelief. "Me neither to be completely honest with you," Tawny admitted. She rubbed something off of her lip and then sucked on her finger. "His cock tasted really good though! And so did his precum! Mmm...," she shivered. "There was a lot of it too!" II It was 8:30 in the morning and outside thermometers were already reading 75 degrees. Andy Jones, 19yo W/M, 6'00, 165lbs, slim build with some muscle. Brown hair and blue-green eyes that had barely slept a wink once he'd finally laid down, which seemed like hours after he had left the Stop-Shop. He couldn't take his mind from the way Tawny's mouth felt like wrapped around his cock. It had been torture keeping his hands off of it. Tawny forbade him to cum because, "I want a nice, fat, hot load of cum shot down my throat first thing when I get off of work in the morning... Then I'm gonna get off on that big dick of yours." What she whispered in his ear after putting his dick away had been running around his mind all night, and it was all that he had dreamed about when he had finally managed sleep. It was 8:45 when Andy sent her a text message, asking if she still wanted him to come over. She texted him back immediately with her address, and the words, "GET OVER HERE! I'M THIRSTY! ;)" Andy needed no further instructions. He hopped into his car and raced to her house, which thankfully, was only about ten minutes from his own place. He pulled into her driveway, and checked the numbers above the front door twice to make sure he was at the right place. Tawny's house was small, but nice, and it was obvious that she took pride in it. Andy got out of his car and made his way to her front door. He knocked, then looked up at the numbers one last time to make sure that they did not change The door swung open, and someone that was not Tawny, answered. "You must be Andy," the jovial voice declared. "I'm Tammy, Tawny's Momma. Come on in!" Andy was caught off guard. 'Tawny still lives with her mom,' he thought to himself. He stepped into the house, and then took a second to look at the woman. Tammy could've passed for Tawny's sister. The only difference between the two, aside from a few obvious years of age, was the size of Tammy's massive tits! And the only thing on her that seemed to be bigger than the glorious pair of globes, was her smile. Andy smiled back, but his eyes instinctively moved down to her chest. Immediately, he realized that she was not wearing a bra under her tattered, threadbare nightshirt that she was wearing because her tits were sitting naturally against her chest, sagging somewhat, like tits that big often do. Her extra-large, and extra-hard nipples were standing out like garrison flags. They were surrounded by dark areolas, which were visible to Andy's curious, inquisitive, and lusting eyes. "Um... Hello Tammy," he finally muttered. "How are you doing this morning?" He cleared his throat. "I'm well," she said. "Thank you for asking! Just had my first cup of coffee and now..." She paused. "Well now I've got me a handsome lookin' man in my house!" Tammy gave him a once over with not so much as a hint of subtlety. He looked nervous as hell, she thought. "No need to be shy darlin'," Tammy said, closing the door behind him. "There's no secrets in this house. And certainly no shyness!" She winked at Andy, and then locked the door. "Tawny is still in the shower. She should be out in a minute, but you're more than welcome to have a seat and relax, and make yourself at home!" "Thanks," Andy said, still nervous, but strangely comforted by Tammy's early morning enthusiasm. He did a quick onceover of the house, then his eyes went back to Tammy, who was still staring at him as if here were fresh meat. "Tawny sure was right about you! You are a cutie!" She moved closer to Andy and he felt her hard nipple brush up against his bare arm. "She told me you had a big cock too. Big enough that I might want to steal you for myself," she quipped, grazing her hand against the hardening shaft in Andy's pants. "Or maybe I should join the two of you and show Tawny how to really please a man." She started leaning forward to kiss him. Andy froze, not sure what to do. "Mom," Tawny yelled. "Leave him alone! He's mine!" She walked over to where Andy and Tammy were standing. Her mother had already started in on him, she thought. She was clad only in a small towel that was quickly losing grip of Tawny's damp body as she sauntered into the living room until finally, it fell, showing Andy everything that she was going to offer him in the coming hours. He looked at Tawny, and then at Tammy. Neither seemed phased by the sudden nakedness. He looked back to Tawny as she continued to move closer towards him, and her mother. Her tits were as perky as a girl ten years her junior, and they were capped with smallish, pierced nipples, and pink areolas the size of half dollars. Her stomach was soft, and made flat by her flared hips. Tammy's pussy was shaved bare, and plump. Andy even thought that they already looked swollen and wet. "Go find your own man, Mom," Tawny exclaimed, grabbing Andy by the arm and pulling him away from Tammy. "Can I have him when you're done," Tammy pleaded. She looked at Andy, whose attention was still on Tawny's tantalizingly thick form, but knowing full well that it would soon go back to her daughter's if she didn't do something drastic. She decided to even the playing field, and in a swift motion, she lifted her night shirt over her head, giving Andy a front row view of her 42 year old body. She threw the night shirt onto the ground and put her hands on her hips, shifting her weight over to her left leg. Andy's eyes bulged out of his head and he thought he was going to pop right then and there. Like Tawny, Tammy was a big, beautiful woman, complete with thick thighs, a large, rounded ass, a set of wide hips that flared out far more than her waist, and a belly that, to Andy, was not at all unappealing. But unlike Tawny, Tammy's tits were gigantic, and capped with nipples that were easily three quarters of an inch long. Her prickly areolas were as big around as bottoms of coke cans, and were so pink, that they were nearly indistinguishable from the rest of her pale, white skin. Andy looked further down to the patch of light brown hair that was between Tammy's thighs, and Tammy commented. "Oh, don't worry sugar... That'll be nice and bald, just like Tawny's, before that big cock of yours comes near it! And you can trust me on that!" "You're such a fucking slut, Mom," said Tammy in a semi-annoyed tone. But she was still smiling, even as she looked at her mother's nude body. Then she looked at Andy, who was looking back at her once more and said, "See what I gotta deal with! Every time I bring a man, or a woman home with me and this horny bitch is home, I gotta compete with her!" Finally breaking his silence, Andy gulped and said, "So I guess this isn't the first time something like this has happened?" He smiled nervously. "No, it isn't," Tawny said, cutting her eyes at Tammy, who was still looking at Andy with lust in her eyes. "My horny-ass mother thinks that I should share more, but I have a tendency to be a little selfish when I bring someone home to fuck. That's why I usually make sure that she's gone, but since you're sort of a last minute type deal... I didn't have time to get her out of the house." Andy thought that his cock was going to explode. Both Tawny and Tammy were now at his side, stroking and caressing their hands all over his body and making sure to focus most of their attention to his groin region. He watched both of them as they each shifted their glances from him, to each other. "Tell you what...," Tawny said. "I'm in a pretty good mood this morning so...," she paused again, and then looked at Andy. He had huge grin on his face, but looked almost clueless about how to handle his current situation. Tammy shook her head, looked down at the floor and then asked, "If you're up for it, can my mom use you when I'm done?" III It was 08:15 in the morning when Lena Denson got home after her long shift at the Stop-shop. After opening the door, she dropped her keys on the kitchen table and then went straight to her liquor cabinet. She felt a little guilty for pouring a shot 15 minutes after eight in the morning, but after the night she had just had, she'd earned it. She took three shots total of vodka, and then put the bottle back in the cabinet. She pulled a beer from the fridge and then went to her room as the events of her shift drifted through her conscious mind. Sinful Six Fifteen minutes later, she walked out of her bathroom drying her short, brown hair with a towel. It was her routine every morning after work. Take a boiling hot shower to help wash away all the tension that had built up in her sore muscles the night before, and then slip into bed to drift off to sleep. She threw the towel into the dirty clothes hamper, and then walked over to her bed. The cool sheets felt good on her nude body, and she closed her eyes, hoping that the alcohol would help her drift off to sleep while slowly cleansing her mind of the evening's thoughts. But she wasn't that lucky. Images of Andy's cock sliding into Tawny's mouth dominated the space between her ears, and she couldn't seem to push them out. She was jealous of Tawny; the dirty little slut. Jealous that she was getting to take first crack at Andy instead of her. It's her own fault though, she thought. She could've easily stepped in and took him from her, and Tawny would've let her have him. She might've been a slut, but she wasn't greedy, and by no means vindictive when it came to sex. She just happened to get at him first. She just didn't know why she lied to them both; why she told them that her kids were going to be home when she knew that they weren't. They had already texted her earlier that evening, telling her that they were going to be staying over at their friend's houses. Maybe it was because she wanted to be alone with her thoughts, or because she knew that if she went over to Tawny's, the subject of her kids would've been brought up, and she wasn't ready for anyone else to know that about her. Her thoughts inadvertently shifted to Hank and Hayley, and the fantasy that had been recurring in her mind for months now. The image was clear in her head now: her son's thick cock—almost as thick as Andy's—pressing against her bare cunt from behind as she kissed her daughter's upper thighs. She could almost feel the heat coming from Hayley's shaved, tight little twat. Lena's right hand gravitated to her own sex, and she rubbed herself gently. Her freshly shaved lips felt so good against the sensitive pads of her fingertips. "God, I'm so fucking horny," she said aloud. The tuft of pubic hair that was above her swollen pussy tickled her wrist, and she pulled away briefly. 'Probably shoulda' shaved the whole thing I guess,' she thought. She reached over to her nightstand and opened the small drawer to retrieve her "husband" as she called it. She shouldn't have though. Unlike her husband, this thing was dependable, and useful, and it knew how to make her scream. She twisted the bottom of the small, phallic toy, and it whirred to life. She brought it down to her folds and rubbed it up and down her bare pussy. Lena spent the next few minutes teasing her clit while she pinched her wrinkled nipples. Thoughts of Hayley, Hank, Andy and Tawny blew through her mind like a tornado, and she wished that the fivesome was in full force on her bed right now. Lena wondered what it would feel like to take both her son's, and Andy's cocks at the same time. She wondered if they would even fit in both of her holes at the same time. Tawny always told her that double penetration felt like nothing else she had ever experienced but, aside from Tawny's finger in her ass, there hadn't been much else. 'Maybe if I was high,' she thought as the little pink toy penetrated her pussy. It was slow at first, and the hand that was teasing her nipples had drifted towards her engorged clit, taking the place of her toy. She rubbed it gently as she fucked herself. Her thoughts were too vivid, and her fantasies too real. She wasn't going to last long. Now her son was burying his cock deep inside of her while her daughter sat on her face, grinding her wet cunt lips across her face. Lena's family was an open one, and her son and daughter talked to her often about anything and everything, and that included sex. Clothes were also fairly optional in the Denson house, which definitely did not help assuage Lena's sexual desires. She wondered if either one of them had ever caught her staring. They were by no means virgins, and Lena had even had the suspicion that both of her children were bisexual. "Oh, fuck," she moaned as her orgasm approached. "Fuck me Hank! Fuck me with that big cock and fill my pussy up. God it's so deep! Your cock is so deep in my tight pussy! Fuck me baby! Fuck Mommy and make her cum!" The images got more and more vivid. Now, she and Haley each had their faces buried in the other's wet cunts. Hayley was on top of her while Hank fucked her from behind. Hard... He's yelling that he's about to cum. Hayley moans into her mother's cunt and then pulls away. "Fill me up, Hank! Fill me up so Mom can lick it out of me! Do it," she yelled as Hank buried his cock inside of her so he could let loose. Lena's mouth watered at the thought of sucking her son's cum out of her daughter's freshly-fucked cunt, and her mind goes blank as her orgasm rushes over her body. She convulsed in wave after wave of pleasures and screams. "Ohhhhh Fuuuuuck," she yells as her pussy spasms. It took several minutes for Lena to catch her breath as she silently thanks god that her kids weren't there to learn that their mother was a screamer. Her eyes were already starting to get heavy when she finally mustered up the strength to put her "husband" back into her nightstand. She made a mental note to clean her cum off of it when she woke up in a few hours. Sighing, she rolled over onto her side and then yawned. Sleep was slowly taking over. She closed her eyes, but then they immediately popped back open. The floor outside of her bedroom creaked, and she lifted her head off of the pillow to see if anyone was there. "Mom," Are you ok," her daughter asked in a frightful tone. Lena thought that she had died. "I didn't know you were home," she said in a hushed voice. "I... I thought that you were stayin' at a friend's house." "I was... But then I changed my mind, so I had Sarah's mom bring me home. Guess I got a little homesick for some reason." Lena smiled at her daughter. She was so sweet, and so beautiful. There weren't enough endearing words in the English language to express the love she had for her. She looked like a younger, slimmer, blonder version of herself. Hayley was the total package, and here she was, at Lena's door clad only in a night shirt that was short enough to expose her bare pussy to her mother's hungry eyes. 'Why isn't she wearing any panties?' "Are you ok Mom," she asked again. "I was sleeping when I heard screams coming from your bedroom. Then I heard you yell some...," she paused, as if she were unsure whether or not she wanted to finish her sentence. "Things... I thought something was wrong but then... But then I realized that you were moaning and well... I guess I just wanted to make sure that's what was happening." She and her mother blushed beet red. "I didn't interrupt you did I," she asked coyly. "No honey," Lena said in an even, motherly tone while she simultaneously hoped that her daughter would not hear the shame in her voice. "What were you doing," she asked, but only semi-rhetorically. "Well honey...," Lena stammered. "I was uh... I was having some... Alone time... But I didn't know that anyone was home... Otherwise I would've been a little quieter." "Mom?" "Yeah sweetheart?" "Why did you yell out Hank's name?" IV "Oh god Andy, please say yes," Tammy begged, trying to slide her hand into his shorts, but Tawny smacked it away just before she could slip reach his belt. "Don't pressure him Mom," protested Tammy, who was busy replacing her mother's hand with her own. But her hand wouldn't fit under Andy's tightly belted cargo shorts. "Why are you even wearing a belt," she asked as she started to undo it. "Because these shorts are kinda big on me," Andy replied above jerking hips as Tawny ripped the belt from them. "Well, you're not gonna need these shorts for the next few hours," said Tawny, who was unbuttoning them as if they were on fire, and absolutely had to come off at that very second. "Or the shirt... You're not going to need that either so that can go too." She motioned for him to remove the shirt and he did. "The belt though... You might need that..." She stopped what she was doing as a pouty look crossed her face. She put her index finger on her bottom lip, and said, "I can be a bad, bad girl... So you might need that to discipline me. Tawny finally got the button undone and then pulled down the zipper. She could see his bare, rock-hard cockflesh underneath the khaki material. "He's not even wearing underwear Mom. He came prepared." She let go of his shorts but they were being held up by his dick, so she grabbed them and pulled them down. Andy's 7 ½ inch cock briefly pointed towards the ground, and the jerked back up. It stood proudly, and horizontally from the rest of his body. He had shaved almost all of the hair off, leaving only a small patch of trimmed hair above his engorged shaft. Tawny looked at it with an approving smile. "Goddam that's a yummy looking cock," Tammy said, falling to her knees in front of Andy. She grabbed it with her right hand and leaned in to take it into her mouth but her daughter pushed her away, just as her tongue was about to taste the precum-covered tip. "No Mom! That was not the arrangement! I told you that when I was done, you could have him." Tawny grabbed Andy's cock and pulled him into her room, closing the door behind her. Seconds later, she opened again. She walked into the living room and grabbed the belt, and then turned back around. The door slammed shut, but it did not lock. "Slut," Tammy mumbled under her breath. "I'll show her." She walked to the opposite end of the house where her room was, and closed her own door. "Get on the bed," Tawny demanded. She walked in behind him and closed the door. Andy obeyed, and fell backwards onto the queen-sized bed. Tawny joined him, but instead of falling on the bed like Andy, she crawled slowly onto the mattress; starting at his feet. She kissed his calves, and then his knees. She watched him watching her as her lips crept closer, and closer to where he wanted them to be, on his cock. "Did you do what I asked you to do Andy," she asked, stopping at his right thigh. She was looking into his eyes. "I didn't touch... All night long... I wanted to so bad though... And now I feel like I'm going to pop the minute you touch it!" "That's ok, baby. That's what I want you to do! I want you to pump your hot load down my throat nice and quick. Then I'll suck on it some more until it's nice and hard again." "Then I'm gonna fuck..." She started to move up him again. "Your..." She was getting close to his red hot shaft and Andy could feel her warm breath on the underside of his engorged shaft. "Brains out..." Andy let out a deep sigh of pleasure as the bulbous head of his cock disappeared into her wet mouth. He felt her tongue slide all around the top of his shaft, gathering all of the precum that had oozed form his cock since she'd stripped off his shorts. She moaned, and Andy could hear what sounded like swallowing noises, which led him to assume that she was savoring the flavor of his juices. "Oh my god," he gasped. "Tawny that feels so fucking good! I don't know how long I'm gonna last!" More of her mouth sank onto his cock, and he was starting to think that she was going to try and take the whole thing into her mouth like she'd done last night, but then she pulled her head back up and his cock fell out of her mouth. "Are you gonna give me that big load of cum I know you've got in these big, heavy balls?" Her hand cupped his sack, massaging them gently as her mouth reattached to his glans. She was taking most of his cock now, and Andy was doing everything that he could to hold on just a little longer so he could keep enjoying the ecstatic insanity of the situation that he currently found himself in. His steely cock was in the mouth of a woman that he barely knew. And evidently, when he was done, if he still had a pulse, he was going to fuck another woman that he barely knew. Her Mother... Andy's thoughts went to Tammy. He thought of the way she looked after ripping her shirt off. She looked like an older version of the pornstar Bunny De La Cruz. She had the tits too. Oh god did she have the tits! Hell they might've even been bigger than Bunny's! Tawny's mouth came off of his cock again with a loud 'plop,' and with her right hand she started to stroke it slowly. "You're lasting longer than I thought," she commented, and then licked from his balls to his shaft, making sure to wet every inch of him that she could. "I've been at it for almost five minutes and you still haven't blown your load!" She licked it again. "Not that I'm complaining or anything." Andy's mind had wandered off to the fight that he'd witnessed before coming into Tawny's room. Was he really going to get to fuck them both on the same day? "What are you thinking about up there?" "Nothing," he said, snapping out of his reverie. "Just hope that I can make you..." He paused. "And your mom happy." She let go of his cock and then crawled up the bed slowly, and when their faces were at the same level, she leaned in and kissed him passionately. Andy could taste his cock, but he didn't mind it all that much. He leaned into her and she relented, and laid on her back. His hand made a beeline to her D Cups. He squeezed, and kneaded her right tit, stopping only to pinch her taut, pierced nipple until she pulled away from his lips. "Andy," she said, as her hand fell to his cock. She started stroking it again and said, "I've been sucking and playing with your cock now for over five minutes, and you still haven't cum yet." Andy wasn't sure how to respond. "I'm sorry," he said slowly. "It's making me think two things... Either I suck at sucking cock... Which I know I don't. Or you've got some hella stamina..." "Well I do jerk off a lot," he admitted, and then his face turned beet red when he realized what he had just said. "Look... You've got nothing to worry about except pleasing me. And then maybe my mom can have you when I'm done." She winked at him, gave him another kiss and then said. " Besides, if I know my mother, and trust me, I do... You'll probably be getting a two for one deal." Another look of confusion washed over him as she made her way back to his cock. Tammy Hobbs, 42 year old white female, 5'01, 170lbs, was thickly built like her daughter, but with measurements of 36JJx35x45, her figure was closer to that of an hourglass. She had only a slight tummy, and luminescent, bleach blonde hair that fell to her mid back. In short, she was built like a BBW pornstar. She closed her bedroom door, walked to her bathroom, and then immediately turned on the shower on. She jumped in, not even bothering with letting the water heat up. She wanted to get ready, and quick. She washed her body with fervor, making sure to get all the areas that she planned for Andy to have his mouth on—and his cock —in as thoroughly as she could. Satisfied that she was as clean as she could be, she grabbed a razor and shaved her cunt bald. Even before her shower her pussy was soaking wet. But then again, it usually stayed that way, but now she was absolutely dripping. She pulled the fleshy lips apart to expose her engorged clit to the cascade of warm water coming from the shower head. A wave of pleasure let loose throughout her body, and she shivered in anticipation of things to come. Tammy Hobbs loved her clit; she loved it because was large, and it stuck out at least a half inch, and it was sensitive, so very sensitive. Tammy was out of the shower and dry in record time. She stood in front of her closet, looking for something to wear because she wanted to stand out; she wanted to make an impression with Andy so he would, hopefully, pay her some much needed attention. She decided on a pair of black hold-up stockings and black five inch heels. She quickly put them on and then stood in front of the mirror. Now, she really did look like a pornstar; a PAWG pornstar, and satisfied that she was going to blow Andy's mind, and then hopefully his cock, she walked towards her daughter's room. Tawny was stroking Andy's cock while keeping her mouth on his head. She was sucking, bobbing and rolling her tongue around the bulbous head of Andy's hard meat, only going down enough to take about an inch or so of his cock-shaft into her mouth. A mixture of spit, and precum collected around her lips as she slurped hard. *Click, click, click.* The sound of approaching heels. *Click, click, click.* Tawny looked up at Andy, who eyes were open wide. He heard them too. Her door opened with a flourish, and in walked her mom, clad in only thigh-highs and heels. Tawny, who was also now looking at her, glared at her mother and said in a whisper, "Ever the overachiever." "Hope you saved some for me," she said. Andy looked like it was his mother that had just walked in instead of Tawny's. He sat up and stared at Tammy who was standing at the door looking like a pornslut. "What the fuck is going on," he asked aloud, and looking like he'd seen a ghost. The two women looked at each other, and then back towards him. They smiled at him, his look of confusion remained. Tammy approached, and got down onto the bed next to her daughter. Their faces were level, and to Andy's utter shock, they both leaned forward and kissed, and not in the way a mother and daughter typically kissed. This was loud, sloppy, and passionate. He watched in disbelief as their tongues entwined. He heard wet, sucking sounds as Tammy started to suck on her daughter's tongue, as if she were trying to get whatever precum that had accumulated in Tawny's mouth into her very own. Tawny moaned, and then they each pulled away simultaneously. Tawny looked over at Andy, who was dumbstruck, said, "I hope you've got a big load. Cuz' now I guess I'll be sharing it!" "Goddamn right, you will be," Tammy said, taking Andy's cock from Tawny and plunging her mouth all the way down on it. Andy watched in amazement as every inch of his cock disappeared into Tammy's mouth, and down her throat. He was now at a peak of lust and sexuality that he had not known existed twenty minutes ago. "Get off of the bed and stand up," Tawny ordered. She grabbed Andy's hand and pulled him up. His cock plopped out of Tammy's mouth and she groaned in disappointment. He got up off of the bed and onto wobbly legs. He fell back once, but then regained his balance—at least for the moment. "Come on mom. Let's get on our knees in front of him so we can both suck his cock and lick his balls." "Oh, fuck," Andy said, knowing full well that he wouldn't last five minutes in his current state of arousal. Tawny and Tammy got down in front of him, and they each took turns sucking and slurping on his cock, and his balls until every inch of his crotch was covered in thick trails of spit. They stopped only to make out, or they did both at the same time, each taking a side of his cock between their lips and then moving up and down his shaft in depraved harmony. And when their tongues connected at the tip of his cock head, they'd kiss. As each moment went by, and Andy got closer and closer to eminent release, and the ladies, if one were willing to call them that, were now taking turns deep throating Andy. First, Tawny tried, and she managed to get two-thirds of his meat down her throat, but the she gagged, and pulled back. A mixture of precum and saliva had formed a bridge between the head of his cock, and her lower lip, and she leaned forward to collect only to make an exaggerated gulping sound while looking directly into Andy's eyes. Next, Tammy gave it a try, and she succeeded. Several times... Andy couldn't take it anymore. He was on the verge of one of the most—if not the most powerful orgasms of his entire life. Tammy looked so hot with his cock buried to the hilt in her mouth. He looked further down at her swinging tits and stone-hard nipples. He tried to reach for one, but then he felt her tongue lick, and slather his balls while entire 7 ½ inches was lodged completely down her throat, and it finally drove him over the edge. Sinful Six "I'm getting close," he said between labored breaths. "Oh fuck, I can't hold back! Shit, here it comes!" Tawny had to push her mother away to get her mouth around his cock first as the first jet of Andy's load shot out of his throbbing cock. Tammy, being the loving mother that she was, decided to let her have the first few shots of Andy's cum. She latched onto his ball sack though, and sucked on it as if she could get some of his cum that way as torrent after copious torrent of Andy's nut shot into Tawny's hungry mouth. It quickly overflowed, and his seed fell onto Tammy's cheek. She pulled back, and greedily moved his load into her mouth with her index finger, savoring its salty, masculine taste. Tawny was moaning as Andy shot more and more of his cum into her mouth. She was trying desperately to keep as much of it in her mouth as she could but there was just too much. She swallowed some of it, and she also let some dribble out of her mouth so her mother could have some as well. In total, six heavy blasts of cum flowed from Andy's balls and into Tawny's mouth, and when he was finally done, he pulled away so he could catch his breath. He fell back onto the bed in a sitting position so he could watch to see what was going to happen next. Tawny, who still had his cum in her mouth, opened up to show him what she'd managed to coax from his cock and balls. She looked over at Tammy who was licking her lips and hungrily awaiting Tawny's incestuous, cum-filled kiss. Tawny and Tammy leaned in close once more, and then their mouths connected. 'Holy fucking shit,' Andy thought. 'They're sharing my cum! Christ, am I in a porno or something!' He watched, mesmerized at the sight before him. Tammy and Tawny, mother and daughter that looked like they could've been sisters, were in the middle of a blasphemous embrace. Cum was dripping form their lips and onto their tits as they continued to kiss. Andy periodically heard gulping sounds as each woman swallowed what they could of his seed. "Oh my god that is so fucking hot," said Andy, whose cock that was rapidly coming back to life from an incredibly brief refractory period. Finally, Tammy pulled away and looked at Andy. "Did you like that, sugar," she asked, looking down at his cock while scooping remnants of his load from the corners of mouth. It was already hard again. Sucking sounds were coming from Tawny's mouth. Andy looked down and saw that she'd latched onto her mother's massive tit, sucking on it for all that she was worth while she shoveled all the cum that had fallen onto Tammy's tit towards her needy, greedy mouth. She finally pulled away and then made contact with Andy, and then her mother. "He's hard again already," she said in a shocked tone. Her hand was over her mother's, helping her stroke Andy's 7 ½ inch cock. "What should we do with it now," Tammy asked. She leaned in to kiss her daughter again. They frenched for a few moments and then Tawny pulled away. She made eye contact with her mom and then looked at Andy, and it looked to him that they were speaking without actually talking. Thy each smiled, and then looked back at Andy who was slowly stroking his slimy, spit-covered cock. V "Why did you yell out Hank's name," asked Hayley, walking into her mother's room, towards the bed. She sat down, tucking one leg under the other, giving Lena a perfect view of her daughter's hairless, 18 year old pussy. "Well honey," Lena gulped, "I guess I just got a little carried away in her fantasies and well..." "You mean you were fantasizing about Hank," Hayley interrupted. "Honey, I'm not sure if we should be talking about this." "But you said that we could talk to you about anything," Hayley retorted. There was a gleam of curiosity in her eyes, and Lena knew that she wasn't going to be able to dodge the question for very long, so she decided clear the air with her daughter, and tell her about her lascivious imaginings. "Hayley... You know that I love you and Hank very much. And I would never do anything to hurt either one of you." Hayley nodded and said, But lately, I've been having these... Thoughts..." She paused, and then looked at her daughter. Hayley was looking at her intensely. Lena looked down at her teenage daughter's thin, spaghetti-strap top. So thin that Hayley's hard nipples could easily be made out by Lena's hungry eyes. "What kind of thoughts, Mom," asked Hayley, who was following her mother's eyes to see what they were looking at. Lena took in a deep, nervous breath and exhaled it slowly. "I've been having... Improper thoughts about the two of you. Thoughts that I'm ashamed of having. Thoughts that I should not be having. It's just... Well..." Lena stopped again. "It's just that it's been so long since I've had a lover that I could enjoy and be with that... Well, I guess my mind is wandering to those who are closest to me. You and Hank... I'm sorry! I feel like such a terrible mother." "I don't think that you're a terrible mother. In fact... Well..." "Just say it sweetheart. I'm about to go crazy wanting to know what you're thinking, right now!" "Ok," Hayley said, pausing once more. "I've also had some fantasies about Hank too. I've also thought about you too." She put her head down and looked at the floor. It was her turn to feel ashamed. She wondered if she'd said too much, or gone too far. Even though her mother had just confessed to feeling the same way, she still felt guilty on some level. It'd seemed like an hour since she had said what she had said, even though it was probably less than thirty seconds. But her mother had still said nothing to her. "Do you think I'm a freak mom," she asked in a meek tone. "I don't honey! Not at all! To be honest, I'm kind of glad that you admitted that because I was starting to think that there was something seriously wrong with me!" "I don't think so, Mom. I just think that you're horny, and you're looking for affection and attention. Attention that I know daddy never gave you." "You're right honey, but, this isn't your problem. And even though you and I share similar fantasies, you shouldn't have heard me earlier." "What's the hurt, Mom? We're both reasonable people. And I'm 18, so it's not like I'm a kid or anything. Plus, I've had sex before, you know that! With guys and girls, so it's not like any of this is new to me." "What are you saying Hayley," asked Lena, who was starting to feel her juices drip from her cunt, and onto the bed. She prayed silently that she had not fallen asleep, and was simply dreaming. "I'm saying that if we're both conscious enough of our fantasies, and open enough to admit to each other that we have such fantasies, why then should we not be able to explore, and enjoy those fantasies?" "I see the debate team has certainly paid off young lady," Lena said, cracking a smile. Hayley chuckled and said, "Yeah, I guess so." Lena and Hayley stared into each other's eyes, trying to figure what the other was thinking. Hayley, who was bolder than her mother by far, moved closer to her while simultaneous untucking her leg. This gave Lena a better view of her pussy, but it was still dark in the room. "Why don't you turn on the light," Hayley asked, and Lena reached over and switched on the lamp that sat on her nightstand. The light blinded her momentarily but when her eyes adjusted, they fell to her daughter's crotch, which was now completely unobstructed, and visibly swollen. Lena involuntarily licked her lips at the sight of her daughter's puffy pussy. It looked so fresh; like she'd just shaved it only moments ago. Lena wanted to reach for it. She wanted to feel the heat that she knew had to be emanating from it. She wanted to inhale her sweet scent. "Do you like what you see, Mom," Hayley asked, scooting even closer. "Yes," Lena admitted, gulping down the last bit of self-control she had. "You can touch it if you want," Hayley said as she casually spread her legs even further apart. "Oh my god," Lena gasped. "We should not be doing this!" Hayley looked into her mother's eyes, and she could see the lust burning in them. "Why not, Mom? Why can't we do this? We're both consenting—" "Hayley, you're barely 18." "I'm old enough to know that I want to do this," Hayley said, and then leaned forward, and touched her mother's lips with her own. They parted almost instantly, and they both began to gently make out, as new lovers would. "We can't be doing this," Lena declared pulling away from her daughter, who took the brief intermission as an opportunity to remove her shirt. "We can, Mom! I want to, and..." She stopped and moved her fingers under the covers so she could press them against her mother's dripping slit. "And from the feel of your wet pussy, you want to too." Lena was helpless. Her daughter was right. She did want this. She wanted to taste Hayley, and for Hayley to taste her. She was beyond arousal, and too far gone to stop herself, or her daughter. Leaning forward, she brought her lips to her daughter's once more, and they kissed. They were gentle at first, but when Hayley's arms wrapped around Lena's body, they both scooted closer to each other to the point that Lena's own daughter was now laying on top of her. She could feel her teenage hands moving towards Lena's B cups. "Oh," she sighed. "That feels so good Hayley. My nipples are so hard for you, baby!" "I knew you'd like this," Hayley said as she pinched her mom's left nipple. Electricity shot through Lena the minute her daughter's tongue connected with her naked flesh. She let out an involuntary moan of pleasure, and her hand made its way to the back of her daughter's head, pushing her further into her chest. Sucking noises emanated from Hayley's mouth, and Lena felt like she was close already. "Oh god, don't stop, Hayley," Lena begged between ragged breaths, and her pleading was greeted with moans as Hayley sucked, and chewed away on her taut nipple. Finally, Hayley pulled away from her mother and said, "Get on your back." Lena complied, quickly laying down. Hayley shifted herself until her hairless, 18 year old cunt was directly above her mother's quivering lips. It hit Lena, right then and there, that she was about to 69 with her own daughter. She had never been more turned on in her entire life. "Oh fuck," Lena yelled out in a guttural moan as her daughter's lips connected to her hardened clit. She grabbed onto Hayley's hips, and pushed them down until her face was flush with the bare lips of her daughter's sex. She stuck her tongue out, tasting her for the first time. She tasted so good was the only thought that Lena could process. She fell in love immediately, and started to lap at her daughter's pussy, causing Hayley to moan onto her mother's clit. It took mere seconds for Lena to cum on her daughter's face, and Hayley did her best to lap up every ounce of creamy female cum that her mother had to offer while continuing to hum on her clit. She too was on the verge of a massive orgasm. Her mother definitely knew what she was doing, and the simple fact that her mother was between her legs, eating her cunt, only added to the taboo of what was happening, making the whole situation even hotter. "Oh god, Mommy! Make me cum! You're tongue feels so good on my clit! Please don't stop!" Lena said anything. She only continued eating out her daughter's cunt until finally, a rush of teenage pussy juice washed over her face, and into her mouth. Shocked by the volume of daughter's juices at first, she did her best to take as much of her essence into her mouth as possible while listening to her only daughter scream in ecstasy. "Oh my god that felt so fucking good," Hayley gasped, quivering as she rolled off of her mother. "Where did you learn to eat pussy so good Mom?" "I should ask you the same thing," Lena replied, wiping her daughter's excess juices from her face. They both sat up on the bed, still reeling from what had just happened. Regret had not yet set in for either of them, but each hoped that it would not set in at all. What they'd just done felt so natural; it felt like it was meant to happen. Hayley turned over, and curled up next to her mother. "Thank you, Mommy," she said, in a tone reminiscent of when she was younger. "Thank you," Lena replied. They shared one more loving, passionate kiss, and their tongues mingled, and their juices mixed. They held each other as lovers would after a passionate session of lovemaking. Lena brought her lips to Hayley's forehead, and kissed it gently. Shortly after, they both drifted off to sleep. VI "Oh god, yes, fuck me just like that! I'm gonna cum again! Shit Andy, you're going to make me cum all over you cock again," Tawny screamed as she rode him, bareback and cowgirl style. Her Mom, Tammy, who was sitting on his face which, in turn, made moans into muffled, grunting noises that were vibrating against her clit as he ate her bald cunt for all he was worth. "He eats it so good Tawny," Tammy moaned. He's making my pussy drool with his mouth. I'm close already! Are you close baby?" "Yes Mommy," Tawny said in a tone that Andy had never heard her speak in before. She sounded like a little girl. "I'm getting really close!" Her up and down motions on his cock started to increase in both speed and intensity. She was now slamming her pussy down onto his cock, impaling herself with it. "Cum with me, Tawny," Tammy moaned, and she leaned in to kiss her own daughter. "Mhmm, mhmm, mhmm, mhmm," she moaned into her mouth. Andy felt Tawny's pussy tighten around him, and then a sudden rush of fluids bathe his cock with orgasmic fury. He felt her cunt muscles milk him, and he could feel that it was getting to be his turn to be close. Only thing is that he didn't know if Tawny was on the pill or not, and that, for a moment, scared the shit out of him. His thoughts of pregnancy were quickly dismissed by a second rush of juices; this time, from Tammy. Creamy girl cum oozed out of her cunt as she moaned into her daughter's mouth with lustful abandon. It drove Andy over the edge. He felt his balls tighten and swell. Moaning into Tammy's cunt, he released jet after jet of cum into Tawny's pussy. He felt Tawny's pussy clench around his cock once more. "Fuck, Mommy, I'm cumming again," Tawny screamed. "He's filling my pussy with his cum! I can feel his cock throbbing inside of me, Mommy!" "I'm cumming too, darlin'! I don't know what that pretty pussy of yours is doing to his cock, but it sure is making him moan right onto my clit!" "He's cumming, Mommy! Are you gonna eat it out of me?!" Andy felt another sudden rush of female juices cover his face, and for a second, he was worried that he may not get a chance to breathe. The rest of his orgasm retook control of him, and he felt almost as if he were cumming a second time. He continued to let out deep, guttural groans into Tammy's hairless pussy, and she kept grinding it against his mouth. He was on cloud nine at this point; a place that he'd never been with another person. But now, here he was. Not only there, but with two gorgeous BBWs that just so happened to be mother and daughter. A minute later, all three lie on the bed with Andy in the middle. Each were desperately trying to catch their breath. Andy was the first, and when he finally managed a, "That was amazing," and both women giggled. "Holy fuck, thank you," they both said simultaneously, and still out of breath. "But we're not done with you yet." "Well, I kinda figured," Andy replied. "I mean, my cock is probably gonna be hard again in another ten minutes or so." "Well, my pussy is going to need a break after the fucking that you just gave me," Tawny said, still half-breathless. "But, I'm sure Momma would be more than happy to take over." "I sure would, sugar," she said, running her long, red fingernails against Andy's cock. Shivers radiated from his spine, and he felt chill bumps from her touch. "But we should probably give this thing a lil' rest. No point in pumping all that juice out of those big balls so quickly when we got all day." A brief moment of clarity took over Andy, and he sat up on the bed, and surveyed his surroundings. Tawny's bedroom was neatly kept, and in spite of the queen size mattress being on the floor, the room was tastefully decorated. Definitely not what he'd expected, Andy thought. He got up off of the bed and stretched his sinewy body, while looking down at the women that he'd just fucked. They both looked so fucking hot. Blonde, big tits and asses, and plump bald pussies that were dripping for his cock. What else could he possibly want for? "Would you mind if I got a glass of water," Andy asked. "Sure baby," Tammy said with all the southern hospitality of a belle in heat. "The glasses are in the cupboard to the left of the sink." "Thank you," Andy said, walking out of the bedroom, through the den, and into the kitchen. He looked where Tammy had told him he would find the glasses, and he pulled one out. He filled it with water and put the glass to his mouth. It was empty in less than twenty seconds. He poured another glass, and then gulped it down. After pouring a third, he took it back into the bedroom to see of Tawny and Tammy wanted anything to drink. When he waked into the room though, hydration became the last thing on his mind. Tawny lie on her back on the bed with Tammy between her legs. He could hear a slurping sound as she cleaned her daughter's pussy of his cum. His cock started to harden back to full staff at the sight of Tammy's round ass sticking out, and inviting him to come and penetrate her succulent, juicy cunt. Her lips looked so plump between her thighs, and her clit stood out at least a half inch. He got on the bed and leaned down to give it a gently lick. Tammy jerked, and lifted her head up. "No sugar," she said in a husky tone. "I don't want you mouth. I want your cock in me." Andy brought his head up from Tammy sopping cunt, and he moved his abdomen closer to her rear end. He positioned his cock at the entrance of her pussy, and he pushed in slowly. He heard Tammy suck in a breath, and say into Tawny's cunt, "Fuck that feels good!" Andy pushed in further until he was balls deep inside of her. She was not as tight as her daughter, but she still had a more than enjoyable cunt. He slowly pulled his cock from her pussy, and then slowly pushed it back in, teasing her, and enticing her to beg him for more. "Don't tease me darlin'," she cried. "Give me the fuckin' you gave my baby girl." Andy did not listen. Instead he continued his slow, rhythmic, penetrative movements. She screamed into her daughter's pussy as he quickened his pace, and then she said, "Put one of your fingers in my ass, darlin'! Get it good and ready for your cock." Involuntarily, Andy's hips started to move faster, and faster, in and out of Tammy, and his thumb, which was already lubricated with pussy juice, was now knuckle deep into her tight pucker. Tammy started to buck, and push herself into him as hard as she could. Andy tried to remain in control, but it was no use. He was so intoxicated by the raw taboo, and sexuality of the moment, that he would've done anything at this point if they'd only asked. After a few moments of slow, deep fucking that was steadily increasing in both speed and ferocity on Andy's part, Tammy whimpered, "Put your cock in my ass darlin'! Please fuck my ass!" Quickly, she moved away from him and off of the bed, and with clicking heels, she left the bedroom. "Where's she goin'," Andy asked as Tawny turned around until her face was directly under his swollen cock and balls. "You'll see," she said, and then she took his shaft into her mouth and sucked. He shivered, and said, "You know, I really like that she's wearing thigh highs. The heels are pretty hot too." He grabbed onto her tits, pinching her pierced nipple roughly while she worked on his cock. Sinful Son This story is based on true events. The names have been changed to protect the innocent. * * * * * This event took place on April 14, 2001. It was a bright sunny Saturday morning. I was in my bedroom on the Internet searching for porn movies to download for my own pleasure when I heard the water running in the bathroom. I paused. I quietly got up and went to my door. I listened. Diane (my mom) was taking a shower. She has a great pregnant body: 5’ 7” at 186 pounds and a 36C cup. She has brown hair with blonde streaks. I always have fantasies about her fucking me. The water stopped. My dad works for a corporate company that makes abundant of money to support our small family. He gets up at around 7 a.m. and doesn’t come home until 9 p.m. Which is perfect for me to spend quality time with my mom on the weekends. "Justin!” "What?” I replied. "I’m going to Wal-Mart, okay?” “Okay,” I said. About thirty minutes later I heard our front door slam shut. I quickly got up and went to the window to see if her 1999 silver Lexus on the driveway was gone. “Yes!” I then went to her bedroom and went to her pink laundry basket. (Pink is her favorite color) I bent down to find her basic pink underwear and her pink C size bra. I took them to my room and sniffed at her aroma of her panties, fresh and wet. I licked every drop of her sweet juice and took her bra and smelled her perfume and sweat. My mom was five months pregnant so her breasts were producing milk. (I have a fetish on lactation) Luckily for me I found a small wet spot where her nipples were leaking. I licked it like a dog. It tasted like sweet milk. I wished there were more. I masturbated in her pink panties and then smeared it around until it soaked in. I then returned her belongings to her laundry basket and went to her bedroom. I looked around the drawers to find clean underwear and bras. I took one of the bras and soaked it inside with my cum. Then I neatly placed it back to the drawer. My next move was to cum in one of her panties that was on the top of the stack and made it soak in. This whole procedure after my mom left took about an hour or less. It was 12:40 P.M. when my mom came home from Wal-Mart. She was wearing a one-piece white-rose design dress. I also saw her wearing her black bra because the shoulder straps were visible. “Need help mom?” I said. “Sure, if you don’t mind.” She accidentally dropped her keys when I walked toward her. As she was leaning over I saw the most gorgeous outline of her milky breasts. My dick was getting an instant hard-on. When we were finished storing our groceries, my mom said,” I’m going to take a quick shower, ok?” "Sure,” I replied. I waited about fifteen minutes for her to finish her shower. When she went to her bedroom to dress, I quietly placed my head to the door to hear her comments about her bra and panties that I’ve soaked with my cum. At one time she said,” That’s strange, these aren’t dry?” Then she said,” Oh well”. “Yes!" I said in my mind, ”she’s carrying my sperm in her panties and her bra!” My next move was putting a drug in her orange juice, which will make her drowsy and eventually fall in to a deep sleep. I heard footsteps coming to the kitchen, so I looked up and saw my mom walking towards me in a weird way. Like she didn’t feel comfortable in her clothes. "Is there something wrong, mom?” "No,” she whispered. "I poured you some orange juice, mom”, I said. Knowing that it was drugged and would take about ten minutes for it too take total control over her. "Thanks, son.” "No, problem.” "I’ll be in my bedroom doing some math homework, ok?” I said. “Sure honey,” she said as she finished her glass full of drugged orange juice. I went to my bedroom and waited for about fifteen minutes, getting prepared for fantasy. I just hope it doesn't hurt the baby. Fifteen minutes passed. I opened my door and went straight to the kitchen. And there she was lying on the tile floor in a deep sleep. My mind was going wild on what to do next. So I bent down and softly touched her breasts through her white t-shirt and bra. It felt so good that I pulled up her t-shirt up above her white bra. I touched her soft breasts and slid my hands under her bra. God, it was a dream come true. I undid her bra strap, which was in the front, and there, were her two C size breasts. My mouth came upon her right breast and sucked her sweet milk like I did when I was breast-fed. I did this for about two minutes on each breast. After I was satisfied, I looked up and saw her still in her sleep. “ Wow, that drug was strong”, I said in a whisper. My next move was giving her oral. So I carefully pulled down her white pajamas and there were her white cotton panties. I removed them and saw the first pussy up close. She had a little bush, which I didn’t mind. I quickly went to work, first inserting my two fingers into her until she was wet, then I licked her pussy lips like a thirsty dog. Inserting my tongue as inward as I could. This lasted for about five minutes. Her pussy hairs were all soggy wet. I looked up again to see if she was awake, but she was still asleep. Then my next fantasy was to insert my cock into her for five minutes. I pulled down my shorts and underwear and insert my 6-inch cock into her pussy. It was moist and warm inside. I didn’t want to cum in her because of the child and I didn’t know if it was safe. So I just let it hibernate inside of her bushy pussy for a couple more minutes until I was done. I quickly put my clothes on and hers also. When I was about to snap her bra, I thought of an idea. Which was to wet her t-shirt with her milk where her nipples were, thus when she woke up I would ask her what the two wet spots where. So, I sucked her breasts again and got two mouthfuls and let it out of my mouth on her white t-shirt where her nipples were. Then I would make her nipples hard by licking them, which took about ten seconds. I then got up to see if everything was in place and it looked just like I saw her except her leaking nipples. I waited about ten minutes, and then I woke her up by shaking her body for about a minute before she opened her blue eyes. “Where am I?”, she said in a wearily way. “You’re at home, mom,” I replied. “What happen to me?” "I don’t know... I was doing my homework when something didn’t feel right, so I checked to see if you were downstairs”, I said making it up. She got up and looked around her surroundings and said,” Could you help me to a chair.” “Sure,” I said. I placed my right arm over her shoulder and went to our leather sofa. I helped her sit down and sat across from her. She was still wearily but recovering quickly. "Could you give me some water,” she said? "Yea, no problem.” I went to the kitchen and got her a glass of water. She drank it in about two seconds. "How are you feeling mom?” "A lot better, I don’t know what I could of done without you Justin.” "Ah, it’s nothing.” "Mom, can I ask you something?” "Sure.” "Why do you have two wet spots on your chest?” She looked at me for a second, then looked down to her wet shirt. "Oh, my god!” Then she immediately covered her breasts with her hands and hurriedly upstairs. I then said,” Is there something wrong, mom?” She didn’t answer and was in the bathroom. So I quietly went upstairs to hear about her leaking breasts. "Oh, my God my son saw my wet spots,” she said in a faint whisper. "I can’t tell him.... I’ll just say it was sweat when I fainted.” She then opened the door and saw me standing five feet away from her. "Is there something wrong, mom?” "These wet spots are from sweat son.” "But why are there two round spots?” "You know son; I really don’t know how they got in two spots.” "Let’s forget about this and get something to eat, okay?” "Okay, “ I replied. As we finished our little meal it was 5:30 P.M. My mom stood up and said, “ I’m going to take a long bath, okay?” "Sure.” So, I went to my room to watch some porn movies on my 21” Sony television for about an hour. I jacked off like three times. I was interrupted by my mom,” Justin, could you come here for a second?” "Yea, hold on,” I said cleaning my mess. "Where are you?” "In the bedroom.” I walked in her room and saw her wearing her black nightgown. She was sitting on her bed. "What’s up?” "Justin, about my wet spots.... (I was getting hard) do you know what it was?” "Yea, you said it was sweat.” "It’s not...its milk.” "Milk?” I paused. "Yes I’m producing milk.” "What is it for?” I asked. "For your little sister.” "So you feed her your breast milk?” "That’s right.” "Did I ever do that?” "Yes, you did... you kept sucking my breasts for hours.” "How does it come out?” "Well.... Here I’ll show you” She unlocked her gown and opened her right side to expose her breast. She held her breast with her left hand and her right hand was on top. She slowly put pressure on it and suddenly a little drop of creamy milk came out. I leaned forward until I was five inches away from her leaking breast. The milk quickly increased in volume. I immediately took one aching nipple in the wet cavern of my mouth and began to suck. Deep, rhythmic pulls on her nipples until, with a sweet gush, a small stream of milk let inside of my mouth. She then pulled me away and closed her gown. "What the hell are you doing!” She yelled at my ear. "What?” I was confused. "Get out! Now!” I quickly went out of her room, disappointed... Sinful Summer In California, August is usually the hottest month of the summer. This summer was no different. Each and every day in August, the sun beat down like a giant, burning lightbulb of heat, both illuminating the day and scorching its inhabitants like fire. It'll probably come as no surprise then that my family and I decided to get away for a week at a beach resort up north. My son Owen had been working out at our local gym all summer, trying to get in shape for walk-on tryouts for his college's rowing team. Owen has never been the most athletic guy. He's extremely tall and lanky, and he's never held much of an interest in sports. But now that he's starting college in the fall, he decided he wanted to broaden his horizons and get involved with a team. 

 Personally, I've stayed dedicated to my own fitness regimen of dance classes and cardio workouts for the past twenty-five years. At 36, I think I look pretty damn great. So I applauded Owen for his new commitment to doing right by his young body. 

 And when I saw him without his shirt on at the beach resort, I applauded him even more. In my head, at least. There I was, sitting upright in my new cherry-colored bikini, trying to get a nice tan on my stomach and thighs, when I looked up and saw Owen basically undressing right in front of my eyes. 

I hadn't seen his new and improved body fully yet; I only had vaguely detected his growing biceps under the button-down shirts he usually wore. Now that I saw it in full view, I couldn't believe that only a few months spent at the gym could make that world of difference. His muscles bulged from his arms and he had real abs now. Not just a flat stomach, but abs. 

 After a few moments, he caught me staring. He turned his blue-eyed gaze toward me with a goofy grin on his face. "Like what you see, Mom?" he asked teasingly. But it wasn't really a joke. I did in fact like what I saw. More than I should have.

"W-well, yeah! You look great, honey. The gym is really paying off," I quickly remarked, trying to make my staring seem like innocent admiration for the hard work he had put in over the summer. He didn't seem entirely convinced though. That grin remained on his face as he nodded and uttered a small "thanks". 

It was then that my husband Gary and my two younger sons arrived. They had been putting our suitcases away in our rooms while Owen and I reserved us a nice spot on the beach.

I felt a surge of guilt in the pit of my stomach as Gary took a seat in the chair beside me and leaned over for a kiss. I kissed him back, but my eyes were open, taking another sideways glance at my suddenly-manly son.

Owen and his brothers then went to explore the ocean while I remained behind with Gary. I don't think he could tell that I was acting different, that my mind was elsewhere. But it definitely was. Just minutes before, the sight of my son had made me immediately wet, and I couldn't ignore this. 

 I tried to remind myself that this was my precious little boy I was thinking about. So what if his body looked amazing and his face had always looked amazing? Those blazing sapphire eyes, dark black hair, and awkward little smile...now accompanied by a real man's body instead of a boy's...

But no. He was still my little boy. I told myself this over and over in my mind, and I tried to think back on childhood memories of him to keep these sudden and bizarre thoughts at bay. I imagined when I first dropped him off at kindergarten and how he hugged my leg for ten minutes straight, not wanting to let go and face the first day of school. I thought about the time when he was ten-years-old and he scraped he knee playing soccer and vowed never to play sports ever again. I remembered when he said his first word, and how he painted his bedroom himself, and how I used to give him baths.

 This last recollection, however, lead me somewhere dark and disturbing. Just when I thought that I was starting to view Owen as my son once again, a new image came to my head. It wasn't of me and Owen taking a bath together when he was two. It was of us taking a bath together now. 

I wondered what it would be like. How he would react to seeing my naked body peeking out under the warm bubbles in the tub. What his own body would look like now, glistening with the sheen of hot water on his sturdy shoulders and bare chest. "Susie? Did you hear what I said?" Gary's voice interrupted my reverie, and I turned to him with a flushed, flustered face. 

 "I'm sorry? No, I was just..." I tried to think of a plausible excuse. "I was just thinking about how nice it is to have the whole family together like this again. It's been too long since we've all taken a vacation together, and I'm really glad we were able to to do this before Owen goes away to school next month. "

At this, Gary offered me a small, understanding smile and a nod of agreement. "I know. I'm glad too. This is really nice."

 Now don't get me wrong; my husband is a good guy. He's sweet and loyal...but also the most boring man I've ever known. I know that sounds horrible, but it's the truth. I used to consider this a good thing. In fact, his stability and calm demeanor were two of the qualities I used to value the most in him. I had dated my fair share of "bad boys" in my day, and Gary was just the opposite. A real gentleman, with a secure job and a practical outlook on life.

 Owen, on the other hand, is excitement personified. Even before this strange attraction for him took over my body that day, I had always enjoyed my son's company much more than my husband's. With Owen, I just never know what I'm going to get on any particular day. He's full of surprises and contradictions, and that's what makes him so brilliantly fascinating to me. 
For example, I've already stated that Owen has never been the most masculine sort. He likes writing poetry and painting, and I once caught him knitting a scarf or blanket or something like that when he was alone in his room. 

But Owen is by no means submissive or shy. Oh, no. He has an unexpectedly outgoing, bold, and assertive personality. He won't take "no" for an answer when he wants something, and he stands up to anyone who ever dares to call him "girly" or to say he'll never make it as an artist. I've always admired that about him. And when I'm with him, I feel like I'm constantly on the edge of my seat. Oftentimes he'll say or do things that seem completely random, but--in his head at least--they always make perfect sense. I just like being along for the ride. On the other hand, my husband and I have fallen into an excruciatingly dull arrangement. We have sex only once every four months or so, and we don't even talk much anymore. Well, to be honest, we never really did. He never had much to say, and that day at the resort was no exception. It didn't take long before he had fallen asleep in his chair, his mouth slightly open as sweat beads dripped down his slightly-puffy gut. Yes, he had put on quite a few pounds since we got married. I know it may sound shallow, but I'd take bulging muscles over a bulging stomach any day of the week if I could. I myself stayed awake, however, and watched my kids having fun in the water nearby. My younger sons, Burt and Kenny, were chasing each other as Owen stayed behind, seemingly happy with just feeling his feet and legs enveloped by the cool salty wetness of the ocean.

 My own wetness was once again bothering me. I felt the tiny muscles underneath my moistness filling up with tension as my eyes looked over my son again, moving away from his chest and muscles down to his swimsuit instead. I wondered to myself just how big he had gotten over the years. I hadn't seen him naked since he was six-years-old, and I daydreamed about how much progress he had undoubtedly made since then. Increasingly frustrated by the dampening crease between my thighs, I looked around and made sure no one was watching as I took my floppy sun hat off my head and covered my bikini bottom with it. I then slipped two fingers underneath the red fabric, inside my hole that was begging for attention. 

 I felt my fingers becoming sticky and hot as I penetrated myself with them, and I let one graze over my clit gently before applying some pressure to it. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the relief it brought me until I instinctively felt a pair of eyes gazing at me. Quickly opening my eyes and stopping the movements of my fingers, I saw Owen staring at me unblinkingly from a good twenty feet away. 

I felt my entire face heat up with the swelter of embarrassment. 'How much could he have seen?' I wondered, slipping my fingers out of myself and putting my hat back on my head where it belonged.

 Having averted my glance from him, I'm not sure how long after that he continued to stare at me. But it became clear later that night that our strange and surreal exchange on the beach wasn't going to be the end of it. I had been sleeping peacefully in the hotel room with my husband when Owen dropped by. Okay, if I'm being honest, it wasn't exactly peaceful. I was instead wracked with guilt over what I had thought about and what I had done at the beach. I couldn't stop thinking about it and what it meant, but I tried to convince myself that it was nothing at all, and that I shouldn't worry about it. I told myself: "It was just a passing thought; it meant nothing. It certainly doesn't mean you want to fuck your own son, the little boy you birthed and raised and loved so purely for all eighteen years of his life thus far."

 Feeling my husband's loving and safe arms around me as he snored contently didn't help matters either. But what it made it worst of all was the soft knock on the door that came at about 11:15. 
 I carefully slid out from under Gary's grasp and tiptoed to the door, not wanting to wake my snoozing husband. Opening the door, I was surprised to see Owen standing there, still in his bathing suit. I had gotten changed out of mine hours earlier, and now I was wearing nothing but a thin pink satin nightgown. "Owen? What's going on, honey?" I asked, worried that there might have been some type of emergency situation at hand. 

 Luckily, his smile reassured me that nothing was wrong. At least, not wrong in the way of an accident or a fire or a break-in. "Heh. Um, well, nothing's really going on. But uh, that's kind of what I wanted to change."

 "What do you mean? You're bored?"

 "I guess you could put it that way! And well...the hot tub downstairs is open for use until midnight, soooo...I was thinking maybe you wanted to join me?" He gazed down at me with a look in his eyes that I had never seen before, filled with both nervousness and deviousness. 
 I couldn't say "no", even though I had a feeling I should. 

In the bathroom, I changed back into my swimsuit within two minutes and then linked my arm with my son's as we headed down to the jacuzzi. Unsurprisingly, it was unoccupied. Most of the hotel's occupants were already asleep or at least in their rooms. Maybe even all of them were, besides me and Owen. The thought that we were the only two around sent a chill of excitement up my spine. Taking my hand gently, Owen led me into the hot tub, and we sat down next to each other on the small bench inside. The warm water and mild bubbles made me think of the bath-time fantasy I had on the beach earlier. It was as if Owen had been reading my mind. Of course, I highly doubted that he really had any idea of what had been going on in my mind that day. This little near-midnight excursion was probably as innocent as innocent could be. A mother and son keeping each other company on vacation. Nothing more. Or at least, that's what I assumed until Owen looked away from me suddenly and mumbled, "So I saw you today."

 "Saw me?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows in confusion. 

 He bit his lip slightly and then looked up to meet my eyes again. "I saw you...you know. Playing with yourself."
 I can honestly say I've never been as humiliated as I was at that moment. I wanted to just sink below the water and die on the spot. But alas, no such luck. "Y-you did? I mean, no! I wasn't. I don't know what you thought you saw, Owen, but it wasn't that." 

It was futile. He knew. I knew he knew. "Mom...come on. Don't lie to me. I'm an adult now. You don't have to lie," he said softly, inching closer to me. "And it's okay. I'm not gonna like...judge you or anything. I mean, I do it too. Obviously. Heh." 

My tongue felt frozen and my cheeks felt the opposite of frozen. I looked away quickly and shook my head but remained speechless. Owen, on the other hand, was as bold as ever. Putting his index finger under my chin, he asked, "So were you thinking of me?" 

 "What? What gave you an idea like that?" I countered at lightning-speed, though I didn't move his finger away from me. 

"Mom, come on. I know you were. Stop lying to me," he said again, reaching his other hand up to just beneath my right breast, as if he were contemplatively whether or not to touch me. I purposefully took a deep breath so that my chest would swell out suggestively to him; he took the hint and softly rubbed his thumb against my instantly-taut nipple. "Owen, we can't..." I started, swallowing the nervous lump that appeared in my throat. But even I didn't believe my own words. I wanted him badly. My whole body ached for him now. "Can I just kiss you then? Please? I just wanna know what it'd be like," he said, making my nipple harden more and more each second he circled it. 

Instead of replying with words, I lost all control and lunged forward, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him in for a lustful kiss. His lips were soft and innocent, but his tongue was the devil as it licked tenderly on my bottom lip before stuffing itself inside my mouth. His hands moved from my front to my behind. He filled his hands up with my big ass, tracing the line between my cheeks with a feather-light touch that drove me crazy. My husband never touched the inside of my ass like that. In all the years we had been married, he was too prissy and cautious to tease my asshole the way my son did within the first five minutes of becoming intimate with me. And now I knew I wanted more. Needed more. I needed my little boy's big cock inside me. 

Pulling back from the kiss to catch my breath, I slide off the bench and repositioned myself on my son's lap. He looked up at me with big, wondrous eyes, as if a long-held fantasy was finally coming true. 
"Mom...are we really gonna...?" he asked. I nodded firmly, through with being shy, done with feeling guilty. I had decided already to give in to this uncontrollable lust for my own flesh and blood, and nothing was going to stop me now. 
 Hungrily, I pulled off my bikini bottom and let it float away under the bubbles of the hot tub, next moving my hands to Owen's swimsuit and discarding it as quickly as possible. We moved most of our bodies out of the water, keeping our feet and the bottom of our legs nice and warm inside while the rest breathed in the cool night air. With his wet back against the concrete, Owen propped me up atop him. I leaned down to plant a series of tiny wet kisses from his collarbone to the bottom of his heaving chest. Meanwhile, he was paying a lot of attention to my chest in return. My breasts dangled in front of him, begging to be played with, and he was never one to deny a beggar. 

 As he took one breast in his welcoming mouth and the other in his shaky hand, I lowered my hand to his throbbing cock and stroked it with the same maddeningly-delicate touch he had used on my ass. When it became hard as rock, I lowered myself onto him without a moment's hesitation. The time for doubt had come and gone. Now it was time for a world of bliss. "Oh, my God, Mommy..." he whimpered, feeling himself fill me up, my wetness enveloping every inch of his stiffness as I rocked my pelvis up and down, steady and hard. He wasn't as innocent as he looked though. Thank God. He knew exactly where my clit was and it didn't take long before he was applying only the softest pressure to it. It was excruciating. "Harder, sweetie. More," I panted, grinding myself harder against him in an attempt to relieve myself. He didn't listen. Little bastard just continued making tiny circles around my clit with tip of his finger, making all the muscles inside me feel like they would explode with tension.

I was dripping onto his cock, which was getting deeper and deeper inside me until it could go no further. Owen threw his head back in ecstasy, closing his eyes tightly and letting out a low, raspy moan as I rode him harder, harder, harder. My heartbeat was pounding against my ribcage, and a fuzzy heat suddenly took over my entire mind as it dawned on me again that I was fucking my own child and that I was in pure heaven doing it. "Mom, I think I'm gonna..." he started, finally giving in to my requests and grinding his thumb against my clit nice and tough. Forcefully. It was all I needed to send me over the edge, hot ripples of pleasure overcoming my entire body all at once. It felt like the peak of victory as my spasms made me clench my opening down on Owen's cock. Grabbing my hips for support, he finally burst, exploding his thick juice deep inside me.

I collapsed on top on him only a few seconds after our orgasms, panting heavily and trying to catch my breath, my feet soaked in the water of the hot tub while the rest of me was soaked in my own ecstatic sweat. My heartbeat was still wild and seemed like it would never be tame again. I looked up at my son, who gazed down at me with awestruck and loving eyes. He looked like he couldn't believe what just happened really did, in fact, happen. I could barely believe it either. So we just stared at each other like that for minutes on end, neither of us able to find the words we wanted to say but both also knowing that nothing really needed to be said anyway. At least not right now. We remained speechless as we retrieved our swimsuits, got dressed, and headed back up to our rooms. I think we were both still in a disbelieving daze because we entered our separate rooms without more than a couple incredibly awkward "goodnights" exchanged between us.

 As I changed back into my nightgown, I stared at my oblivious sleeping husband, still snoring lightly and completely unaware that I had even left the bed. I'll be honest, it made me feel equal parts sick with guilt and airy with the excitement of truly naughty, filthy, forbidden love. 
I crawled back into bed next to him, tentatively and gently placing his arm back around me as I rested my head on his shoulder. It felt so wrong. Not just because I had cheated on Gary for the first time in our twenty years of marriage. Not just because the person I had cheated on him with was our own mutual creation. 
It was also because he was not the man I wanted to be lying in bed with anymore. He hadn't been for quite some time, but I had never thought much about it because there was no one I would particularly prefer over him. Now there was. Owen. In only a day's time, he had undergone a startling transformation from my son to my lover. It was a whirlwind unlike any other I had ever experienced. I had longed for him to be inside me and now I longed for him to beside me. But how was I supposed to fall asleep in Gary's arms as if nothing had happened? As I knew that I had broken the sacred vows of our marriage? As I was longing for the touch of my son? I had a suspicion that I wouldn't be doing any sleep whatsoever that night. 

 And Owen confirmed this suspicion a half hour later when he knocked on my door once again. I should have known he would surprise me like he always did. 

Slipping away from my husband for the second time that night, I stepped silently to the door and creaked it open. "Owen?"

 Sinful Summer "Hey again," he said with a small laugh. "Um. I had a nightmare, and I was wondering if you could come sleep in my bed with me." He grinned playfully. I couldn't help but grin back. In his presence, all my doubts and self-hatred were replaced by desire and love within seconds. I felt happy. I felt free. 

 "Well, of course, sweetie," I answered, taking his hand and sneaking into his room with him. "After all, what are mothers for?" Sinful Sunday Shenanigans Part I - The Beach My wife, Sandra, was attending a Real Estate seminar and I had been alone since the previous afternoon. I was feeling sorry for myself, because it was my birthday and I was all alone in the big old house. I was wondering how to pass time on this long, lonely Sunday when our friend Erica phoned and invited me to the beach. Sandra and Erica went to college together and over the years Erica has almost become part of our household. She is always full of joie de vivre and fun to be around. "It's such a lovely morning. Don't waste it by sitting at home moping, I don't want to go alone," she said to convince me. We arranged for me to pick her up at her apartment. We were both reasonably sure that Sandra wouldn't have a problem with me going to the beach with her best friend. The only thing she would be jealous about, was the fact that she would not be able to accompany us. I dressed in an old pair of board shorts, dumped a few beers in the cooler, emptied my ice trays over them, grabbed a beach towel and left the house. She was waiting on the sidewalk in front of her apartment; two deckchairs, a beach umbrella, a cooler and a towel were piled in a colorful heap at her feet. I could not keep my eyes off her long, smooth, tanned legs. She was wearing a very tiny pair of denim cut-offs – ones that revealed the bottom of her tight little buns - and a tight tank top accentuating her firm breasts. There could be no doubt that she was a voluptuous woman. My thoughts went back to conversations Sandra and I had had about Erica. She once asked me if I found Erica attractive and I answered, "Yes," because it was true. Sandra confided that she shared my opinion. Immediately these thoughts now made me feel guilty, and I tried thinking of something else. I helped her load the beach baggage and she hugged me and gave me a friendly kiss on the cheek. "Oh yeah, congratulations on your birthday." "Thanks," was all I could say before she continued. "It's gonna be great. It is such a lovely morning, ideal beach weather. Thanks for agreeing to go with," she enthused as we bundled all the stuff into the trunk. The streets were still quiet this early and we made good time. When we had traveled for a while, I said, "Thanks for the invitation. You're right, it's a great day. If I'd stayed home, I probably would have worked all day. Some way to celebrate your birthday, huh?" "That would've been no fun at all. Don't worry, I promise that you will enjoy today. Really," she answered and flashed a knowing smile at me. "Too bad Sandra's out of town. She would enjoy the day at the beach too." Although I convinced my self earlier that the outing was innocent enough, I still felt guilty about accompanying an attractive, unmarried woman to the beach, while my wife most probably sat listening to a bunch of self-centered real estate agents sing their own praise. Although I've known Erica as long as I've known my wife, I still felt uncomfortable being alone with her. She radiates a sensuality that makes you doubt your restraint. My only consolation was that I had never had reason to cheat on Sandra, as she was an absolute tiger in bed and kept me more than satisfied. The other sobering thought was that Erica would probably kick me in the nuts if I came onto her – before telling Sandra about my infidelities. "Park over there, across from the little pizza place. I know a nice spot close by," Erica broke my reverie, and I realized that we had arrived. The beach, except for a few dog walkers, was relatively deserted, and we found a nice spot and quickly made ourselves at home. I placed the coolers in the shade under the umbrella and I opened two cold beers even before sitting down and handed her one. "Thanks," she smiled. "Cheers. Here's to a great day at the beach," I answered. I stood watching her as she took the first sip – head back and eyes closed. A drop of moisture ran down her chin and neck and came to a stop on the slope of her breasts amongst the light dusting of freckles. I felt my cock stir beneath the thin material of my shorts. Irritated by the sudden betrayal of my body, I placed the beer in the sand next to me and jumped up. "Let's go and test the water," I called over my shoulder and started walking towards the surf without waiting for her. I didn't dare to turn around. Why was I reacting in this way? This was supposed to be a perfectly normal day at the beach with a friend. "Whoa, wait up." She ran and when she caught up hooked her arm through mine. I was conscious of the heat and form of her soft breast against my biceps and I was hoping that she wouldn't look down, as I had a monumental erection which pointed at the ocean like a divining rod. "Come," I grabbed her hand and ran into the breaking surf, diving through the first few breakers. I couldn't keep my eyes off her; every time she emerged from the surf like a nymph - with water cascading from her auburn hair, over her shoulders and tits, her dark nipples were silhouetted and pushed against the thin material of her white bikini top. My own embarrassment was thankfully covered by the hip-deep water, as not even the shock of the cold water could diminish my erection. We played like kids, chasing each other and splashing water. Once, she miscalculated and I caught her in an embrace from behind. My stiff cock momentarily brushed against her ass and I quickly pushed away. She turned around – seemingly unaware – and started splashing water at me again, as if nothing had happened. "Enough," I spluttered and started wading ashore against the tide. I sank down onto the deck chair and immediately covered my crotch with a towel. I was confused by my reactions; it's not as if I haven't seen Erica in a bikini before, as she often joined us at home for a pool party. The rest of the morning seemed to pass in a blur, while the sun baked down and we drank beer. "I'm going for another swim, join me?" Erica said later. "Naw, I'm too lazy, you go ahead. I'll just lie here and enjoy the view." I couldn't trust my own body's reactions yet and didn't want another embarrassing moment with my dick sticking out like a battering ram. "Enjoy the view, you say. Which view did you have in mind, exactly?" She teased. "Uhm, you know – the beach, and the surf. C'mon, you're not seriously thinking that I'm ogling you, are you?" I answered in an indignant tone. "Okay, suit yourself. Enjoy the view," she laughed and walked towards the breakers. I sat and enjoyed the view, which included watching her cute butt as it jiggled beneath the thin white material of her skimpy bikini panty. Most of the morning we just lay chatting and we found that we shared many common interests such as books and paintings. I found that I really enjoyed having an intelligent, platonic conversation with a beautiful woman, and it didn't have to be my wife. Unconsciously, or perhaps too consciously, neither of us mentioned Sandra, and for a while, I must admit, I actually forgot about her. "Let's go and have some pizza for lunch, my treat," she said around noon. "I'm famished and there's that place just across the road." I agreed as I could feel the beers affecting me and I remembered that in my haste, I forgot to have breakfast. "Deal, but I pay for the wine, okay?" "Deal," she smiled and got up. She pulled the tank top over her head and I had the opportunity while her face was hidden, to unabashedly study her. With her arms akimbo, her beautiful breasts thrust proudly upward. The nipples were still erect and visible through the thin material and I wondered what they looked like naked, and how they would feel in my mouth. Her stomach was flat and a small silver dolphin swung from her naval ring. My gaze took in her full, female hips and then focused on the hillock of her Mons Venus, where the damp cloth of her bikini panty suggested the slit of her pussy. Funny how I can hardly remember where I left my reading glasses last night, but I can clearly remember that there was not a hint of pubic hair in the soft skin of around the edge of the tiny bikini panty. I had the gritty towel bundled into my lap by the time she finished dressing, but she looked at me knowingly with her emerald-green eyes. Not only was there a lump in my shorts – mercifully covered by the towel – but also in my throat. I cleared my throat and she smiled archly while she combed her damp hair with her fingers. The restaurant was busy, but we found a table in a secluded corner on the deck under some Bougainvillea. Soon we were wolfing down chunks of Pizza Marinara and chasing it with glasses of cheap Chardonnay. We were hungrier than we had thought. A feeling of contentment washed over me and I ascribed this to the combination of surf, sun and alcohol. Suddenly and unexpectedly, I felt her foot between my legs and her toe caressing my bulging cock. I almost choked on my wine and she threw her head back and laughed. I was stunned into speechlessness. "Seems as if it jumps to attention often and readily, huh? Do you like it when I do that?" She asked innocently while hiding her knowing smile behind the rim of her wine glass, while her toes continued their ministrations. I thought that the answer was rather evident. After clearing my throat, I answered hoarsely, "Fuck, Erica, you drive me crazy." The words had left my mouth before I could stop them. This time she laughed at my discomfort. "Hey, I didn't know that grown men still blushed. At least you don't beat about the bush." I enjoyed her attention – that was abundantly clear – but I was angry about the helpless feelings that washed over me because I knew that she was in control. To crown it all, she also knew she was in control. "I... We should be going; I still have a report..." "C'mon, how about some more wine? It's still early," she interrupted and without waiting for an answer, she called a waitress over, "Another bottle of Chardonnay please." Meanwhile her foot had found its way inside the leg of my shorts. Because I hate the feeling of sand in my underpants, I wasn't wearing any and her toe touched my naked cock. "I like your reaction," she said. "Stop! Someone might see." "C'mon, we – all three of us," she pinched my cock between her agile toes, "know that you enjoy it." I couldn't argue, I'd been betrayed by my body again. Admitting defeat, I opened my legs for easier access, hardly noticing the waitress, who had returned with the second bottle of wine. Much later, with a dull throbbing in my crotch, we returned to the car. It was damned hot inside and I opened the windows to allow cool air to circulate before we pulled away. After we had been driving for a while, she placed her hand on my bulging crotch and whispered in my ear, "I wanna suck your cock. Now." "And if I roll the fucking vehicle?" I could already visualize it – there I was, flat on my back in the road next to the overturned car with a world-class hard on. "Don't worry, you won't. Just keep both hands on the wheel and your eyes on the road and leave the rest to me," she admonished. Her fingers expertly fished my cock from the top of my shorts. A drop of clear precum oozed from the head and rolled down over her slim hand. "Mmm, looks delish – dessert," she said and licked her lips. Erica kneeled on the passenger seat and bent forward. I felt her breath on the shiny-wet, purple head of my cock, just before she enveloped it with her soft, warm mouth. She sucked it deep into her mouth and then she played her tongue across the head, licking at the moisture while her clenched fist moved skillfully up and down my shaft. I looked down, but could not see the action, as it was hidden by her lustrous hair. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum if you carry on," I warned in a hoarse voice. I wanted to cum in her mouth, but I didn't say it. As if reading my mind, she looked up at me with those lovely green eyes and smiled, "Cum then. Cum in my mouth, I want to taste your cum." She bent forward again and continued blowing me. Oh fuck, this was heavenly. "Oh, I... I'm cumming..." I muttered while my hand convulsively grabbed at her hair and I lifted my crotch from the seat as I felt the orgasm building in my loins. My warm seed shot down her throat in several pulsating bursts. After the final spasm, she continued licking the last traces of sperm from my cock and when she lifted her head she opened her mouth to show me the glistening white blob of jizz lying in the hollow of her tongue. Erica winked and swallowed it down with a content smile before licking her wet lips. "Do you like..." I didn't quite know how to say it without it sounding cheap; without spoiling the intimacy of the moment. I remained quiet for a while and tried to organize my thoughts before asking, "Do you like it?" "Giving head or the taste of cum?" She asked innocently. How could she say it so offhandedly? It was evident that she liked sucking dick, so I answered, "Uhm... the taste of cum." "Wow, yeah! A lot. Like I said earlier - dessert. The taste of fresh cum makes me totally fucking horny, and my pussy, sopping wet. " My cock, still encircled by her fist, again throbbed excitedly. She felt it and gave it an affectionate squeeze before carefully – almost reverently – returning it to my shorts. I was staring down the road, but I could feel her frank gaze. Knowing that I probably looked as guilty as I felt, I wanted to avoid eye contact. How could she be so confident and blasé about the whole thing? Neither of us said anything until we stopped in front of her apartment. What would we have said? The car had barely come to a complete stop before she jumped out. "Thanks for a very nice day." "You're welcome," I mumbled almost inaudibly as I stepped from the car – too conscious of the pleasurable numbness and the throbbing pulse in my crotch – and clumsily started helping her unpack the trunk. "You coming in for coffee?" Erica asked over her shoulder and set off towards the door without waiting for my answer. Speechless, with a deck chair under each arm and a damp spot on my shorts, I followed. Part II – Sensual shower and oral pleasure After the heat of the sun – and our little heated car ride – it was pleasantly cool in the apartment. "Oh, just dump all the stuff in the dining room," she called as she disappeared down the passage. I leaned the deck chairs against the wall and as I straightened, I felt curiously light-headed. I wasn't sure if it was from the alcohol or the fact that most of my blood was pulsing through my loins. Erica's invitation for coffee suddenly sounded good. There was an old copy of Cosmo on the dining room table and I idly paged through it while waiting for her. I heard the slap of her bare feet on the cool tiles and when I looked up, she was standing in front of me, naked. I couldn't take my eyes off her. "Would you also like to take a shower?" she asked, while staring me straight in the eye, as if challenging me to look away. I just couldn't; my gaze was riveted to on the almost hairless plump promise of her pussy My cock was coming alive again. "Erica, I really have to be going..." I protested weakly, pointing at the door. "Aw, c'mon, I know you like what you see. Come shower with me; you can touch it while you wash me," she held out her hand. Her soft voice was almost inaudible above the roaring in my ears. I was acutely aware of the hammering pulse in my crotch. Somewhere, far-off, I heard a siren, but it sounded as if it emanated from another planet. I put the magazine on the table and somewhat unsure, stepped closer, my gaze never leaving her lovely, inviting green eyes. The shower cubicle was too small for two and we had to take turns standing under the warm jets of water. She started washing me, first: my shoulders; my chest; stomach; arms and then my rigid cock – which she gently covered with soap. She expertly pulled the foreskin far back and washed the sticky head before rubbing her hand up and down along the length of the shaft. Soon my cock was covered in a thick lather. She looked me in the eye and said, "Like Xaviera Hollander said: If you don't keep it clean as a whistle, it won't get blown... " My answer was a contented groan and I wondered how she knew about Xaviera Hollander. I knew that she didn't run a column in Cosmo – at least not the last time I looked. "Now my turn," she whispered as she handed me the bar of soap. She turned her back to me and I started washing her neck and shoulders. "Ouch!" "What's wrong? Am I hurting you?" I asked in alarm and stopped washing. "No, carry on. I think the sun was more severe than I thought. You'll have to rub my back with some after-sun lotion when we're through showering." I resumed washing: first her lower back and then with both hands, the swelling of her hips and then her tight ass. When my fingers approached the crease of her ass, she spread her legs wider and I accepted the wordless invitation. My hand slid between her ass cheeks and touched the rosebud of her sphincter; paused to feel the puckered flower and then continued its journey between her spread legs. Through the soapy lather, I felt a different, slicker wetness and my middle finger sank effortlessly between her cunt lips. She groaned and pushed with her ass against my turgid cock. My other hand encircled her and I started washing her tits; first one – kneading the hard nipple between my fingers - and then the other. "Oh fuck, you are making me so hot! Feel how wet my pussy is," Erica breathed and turned her head to me. I kissed her and felt her urgent tongue exploring my mouth. Talk about hot, I thought while my stiff cock pushed into her butt cheeks. After the shower, we went to her room. She had handed me the after-sun gel, and lay across the bed on her stomach. Once more, I admired the curves of her body, from where the valley of her tanned back went over to the perfect hillocks of her smooth ass and then down across silky, firm thighs. I squirted a big blob of blue gel into my hand and kneeled on the bed next to her. "Brrr," she shivered as I started rubbing the cool gel over her back and I could feel the goose bumps under my fingers. I spread the gel evenly over her whole back and up the slope of her ass. "Hey, I didn't tan there," she giggled. "I know, but they're so fucking beautiful, I can't help myself," I answered. I started by rubbing her thighs, just above the knees and worked upwards towards her ass, where my thumbs caressed the crease below each butt cheek. Again, she groaned in contentment and spread her legs. Her deep-pink, shaved pussy peeped invitingly from the junction of her thighs. I was mesmerized by the sight and suddenly all my previous misgivings about this little tryst evaporated. I wanted her and I wanted her now! I whispered crassly: "Erica, I wanna fuck you." She turned onto her side and smiled. There was unbridled lust in her emerald eyes. "I thought you were never gonna ask, but first I want you to eat my pussy. Sandra says you really know how to eat a girl." I went rigid. Did my wife discuss our sex life with Erica? Erica noticed my distress and said, "Sorry, I didn't mean it to sound like that. It's just that she couldn't stop telling me how good you are and I thought... I wanted... I want to experience it for myself." She looked at me pleadingly and placed a hand on my cheek. "Well, okay then," I answered with confidence as my male ego returned. I turned her onto her back, lifted her legs and roughly pressed her knees up against her tits. She was now completely vulnerable and accessible. Again, I sat and stared at her perfect body. Her lovely ass was spread wide, her asshole a soft wrinkled pink-brown and above it her eager pussy bloomed, inner lips swollen with excitement. Her clit peeked from its hood like a tiny soldier at attention. The soft skin around this lovely picture did not even show a hint of pubic hair. Sinful Sunday Shenanigans I bent forward and breathed the sweet, earthy smell of Erica's excitement. My face was just about in her open cunt. I heard her gasp when my tongue pressed against the wet slit. Her juices were even sweeter than I had imagined and I wanted to slurp them up, but I realized that my so-called reputation as a master muff diver was at stake and thus only licked softly around the outer lips of her open, inviting pussy. Her groans of pleasure told me that I was doing the right thing and I felt her hands play through my hair, her nails raking my scalp. I suddenly flicked my stiff tongue across her clit and she pushed her eager crotch into my face while her fists closed painfully in my hair. "Fuck yeah; lick my hot clit..." she whispered breathlessly. I did, with small, light, slow anti-clockwise circles. I felt her thighs shivering on either side of my head and I heard her breathe faster. I sank my middle finger deep in her wet cunt, while I continued licking and when my finger was well lubricated with slick pussy juice, I removed it. Then I moved it in tiny circles around her sphincter and felt it involuntarily pout at my touch. I stopped licking and murmured, "Relax, I won't hurt you." She obeyed and my finger easily penetrated her ass. She uttered something between a groan and a sigh. Her asshole was warm and tight around my finger. I resumed licking her clit while she made soft mewling sounds. I continued for a few more minutes, licking faster and harder while I fucked her ass with my finger. "Oh God, It's sublime. Please don't stop now. I'm so close... I can feel... I'm gonna cum," she moaned while pushing my head into her cunt. I lifted her up to my mouth using the finger that was knuckle deep in her asshole. "Oh God, I'm cumming NOW!" She shouted. Erica's whole wet juicy cunt was in my mouth and I felt her clit throbbing against my spearing tongue while her asshole squeezed my finger just as I started gulping down the abundant flood of sweet pussy juices. I looked up and slowly withdrew my finger from her tight ass. She lowered her legs and I slowly crawled across her until we were face to face and then I kissed her deeply. She kissed me back, enjoying the taste of herself on my lips. When we had caught our breath she said, "As soon as my heartbeat gets back to normal, we'll take care of your earlier request. Sandra was right to brag about your pussy eating expertise, fuck, you're great! I never knew that it could be so absolutely heavenly... especially when you stuck your finger..." "That my dear, is part of the secret," I answered smugly and rolled onto my back next to her. Part III - Request granted Together we lay languidly on the bed; I with my arms contentedly above my head and Erica with her head on my chest and her arm casually draped across my stomach. The soft, late afternoon sun that washed over us added to the feeling of drowsy contentment. "You're suddenly quiet. Having regrets?" she wanted to know. "Nope, not at all. I was just wondering what other things you and Sandra discuss." The regrets would come later, I thought. "C'mon, I said I was sorry. Forget about it, please. I shouldn't have betrayed the confidence. Anyhow, her comment was meant as a well deserved compliment." I wanted to laugh out loud – we had just betrayed Sandra in a much bigger way. Strangely, I didn't feel particularly guilty at the moment, but I knew that the self recrimination would set in soon enough. I still couldn't believe what I was doing. Actually, I should have gotten dressed and headed home, but I knew that I just had to taste that last piece of the forbidden fruit. Curiosity killed the cat... I was also curious to hear what else my dear wife had said about my abilities as a lover. "Really, I'm not pissed off about it. Tell me what else she confided in you." Every man likes hearing how good he is in bed, whether he wants to admit it or not. "She said that your cock is about average size..." Thanks a million. That was a tidbit I could certainly do without. "... She also said that you know how to use it. " I snorted. Erica quickly added: "I think she's just spoiled, "because I think your cock is pretty big and especially thick." To confirm her comment, she held my semi-erect shaft in her slender fist. Her touch immediately brought on a new tumescence. I looked at her face and then followed her gaze down across my stomach to where my erection rose a full hand's width above her clenched fist; her thumb and other fingers did not quite meet around the circumference of the veined shaft. My cock head was a deep purple-red and shiny with precum. "She also says that you have quite a bit of staying power and that you are a considerate lover, minding her needs above your own. A man after my heart; few men are that considerate, you know. Usually it's just wham-bam- thank-you-ma'am. Shall we see if her assessment was correct?" "Is this a challenge?" I asked, now even more keen to prove my wife's comments; call it a warped sense of loyalty towards her. Anything to redeem myself; it was pathetic. I turned onto my side and once again admired her body. I played my fingers across her tits and watched in fascination as her nipples stiffened and darkened under my touch. I continued my explorations and lightly kneaded the firm orbs with my hands. Her stiff nipples were little balls of fire in my palms. She groaned contentedly. My hand caressed downwards, across her flat tummy until it reached the tiny triangle of hair above her hairless pussy and then ventured further south and I cupped her warm cunt in the hollow of my palm. It felt soft and moist. My middle finger once again easily sank into the welcoming wet slit. "Wow, it's great when you touch me. You are so tender. I need to feel your big cock in me now," she whispered and pressed me onto my back. "I wanna ride you." Erica squatted over my crotch and I could see her erect clit where it protruded from between the swollen wet lips of her cunt. She took my shaft in her hand and expertly guided my cock into the wet cavern of her pussy. As she sank down, I caught my breath as I felt the earthy heat envelop my length – millimeter by agonizing millimeter – until I was totally embedded in her pussy. At first, she sat motionless; with her eyes closed and head back. Her lovely mouth was slightly open and her tongue flicked across her bottom lip. Her hands were on my thighs, behind her and she was breathing faster. I reached up with both hands, cupping a tit in each and started kneading. I could feel her heartbeat. She moaned and started riding my cock. "Your cock feels great in my pussy," she murmured as her rhythm increased. I bruised her stiff nipples with my thumbs and forefingers and she said, "Yeah, touch my tits... pinch my nipples. Oh yeah...do it!" After a while, I removed one hand and moved it to her clit, and started massaging it with my thumb. She made that mewling sound again and then rode my cock with a new urgency. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum again. I'm... I... I'm CUMMING!" she screamed and jerked as if electrocuted. I felt her hot pussy spasm around my shaft, milking my turgid cock. She slowed down, opened her eyes and gasped, "Your turn. How do you want to fuck me?" "I want to fuck you from behind," I answered unashamedly. "You mean in my ass?" I shook my head. Although I dearly wanted to fuck her ass, the uncertain tone and the look of shock in her eyes, made me answer, "No, just... you know, doggy-style." "Mmm, yeah, I'd love that. It's so... animalistic," she agreed and dismounted before positioning herself on all-fours next to me. Yet again she was open and vulnerable in front of me. The excited inner lips of her pussy protruded enticingly. I kneeled behind her, took my cock in my fist and shoved it expertly into her sopping cunt – all the way. She caught her breath and pushed her ass back against my crotch. "Yeah, fuck me like that." I didn't hesitate and started riding hard, my hands holding onto her well-shaped hips. My balls slapped against her wet pussy every time my cock sank into her juicy hole. "Harder... fuck me HARDER!" she screamed and I thought that her neighbors would definitely hear. I obeyed and pumped vigorously into her succulent cunt. The quiet room filled with the wet slapping of my cock in her pussy. Her hand kneaded my dangling balls, then moved across my wet shaft and onto her throbbing clit. "Ahhh... I'm going to.... Again... I"M CUMMING AGAIN!" She yelled and ground her hips into my crotch. I too, was close and gave a final few pushes; I dearly wanted to cum inside her hot cunt, but that would have been tempting fate. "Ohh... fuck, here cums mine..." I groaned and just in time, I pulled my twitching cock from her drooling cunt. My cum shot in thick white ropes over the curve of her smooth ass. I pumped my cock in my fist, shooting spurt after spurt onto her creamy cheeks. "God, that was great," she sighed as she rolled onto her back. I lay down on top of her, she wrapped her legs around my ass and kissed me deeply. I could feel the magnificent hot stickiness at the place our crotches touched. "I better get going," I said as my eye caught the alarm clock on the bedside table. It was later than I realized. "Wait. I've still got a birthday surprise for you," she smiled mischievously. What now? I thought and rolled over to look at her. Part IV - Ben's Birthday surprise Exhausted, I placed my hands behind my head and lay back on the pillows. I watched in fascination as Erica jumped up from the bed and walked towards the door. Her soft tits and lovely ass bounced as she moved and the late afternoon sun bathed her in a golden light. "Just wait here, I'll be back in a jiffy," she called over her bare shoulder and smiled impishly. What surprise could she possibly still have for waiting me? I've had my fill of surprises for one Sunday, I thought. I was totally exhausted – drained – and starting to feel a little guilty. I must have dozed and the next moment, as if in a dream, I heard Sandra's voice, "Nice day at the beach, Ben?" My eyes flew open and I sat upright. There, only feet away, stood my wife, one hand on her cocked hip. My eyes didn't want to focus and I believed that she was glaring at me accusingly – or maybe it was only because I felt so damn guilty. Caught red-handed! Feelings of self-loathing, self-recrimination and self-pity wrestled for dominance. As a pathetic afterthought, I pulled a corner of the duvet over my crotch. Suddenly I felt embarrassed to be naked in front of the woman to whom I'd been married for 15 years! Suddenly my whole world was in turmoil – through my own carnal indiscretions; my own unbounded lust. As my eyes started regaining focus I imagined a mischievous smile tugging at her mouth, while there was a sparkle in her blue eyes. "Uhm... I... We... What are you doing here? I thought you were at the seminar?" "Well, it's fairly obvious that I'm not, but as soon as I turned my back, the two of you are fucking like rabbits," she answered. Her tone was not quite angry or reproachful, there was something else – a quality I could not quite place, maybe because it was so totally out of place in this situation – something between teasing and mockery. She sat next to me on the bed and crossed her long legs with a soft whisper of nylon stockings. I noticed that they were almost black, with a seam along the length of calf and thigh. Her short leather skirt rode up her smooth thigh. I absently noticed that the outfit was a bit inappropriate for a Real Estate seminar, but now was not the time for me to talk about inappropriate actions. Sandra lifted the corner of the duvet and looked at my shrunken cock. "Shame, is it okay? It looks totally exhausted," she said sarcastically. "Sandra, I... We've got to talk." "Oh, but we are talking, Dear. Let's talk about the first thing that comes up..." she smiled and took my limp cock between her fingers. Involuntarily it jerked to life as she skillfully pulled the foreskin back with her thumb and forefinger. "Ah, that's better. Not totally dead yet." I was speechless, stunned and afraid of the outcome of her games. She was too scantily dressed to hide a big kitchen knife somewhere and involuntarily the name Lorena Bobbitt flashed through my mind. Through the corner of my eye, I noticed movement and when I looked past Sandra's shoulder, I saw a smiling Erica leaning against the doorjamb, arms casually crossed beneath her breasts. She was still naked. What the hell was going on here? Was this all some sex-induced hallucination? "Erika? Sandra? What the fuck is going on here?" Something was amiss. "You know that Sandra and I have been best friends since college," Erica answered. She nonchalantly entered the room and sat on my other side. "Uhm, yeah?" I answered uncertainly. Where was this leading? "Well, best friends share," Sandra interjected. Suddenly everything fell into place. "You mean the two of you..." "...Planned every detail, my Dear," Sandra completed my thoughts. "I told Erica about your fantasy of the two of us and another woman in a threesome. Erica wanted to be the 'other' woman if we ever made fantasy into reality. I honestly couldn't see why not, we know her well, and we both find her extremely sexy. Viola!" Sandra threw her arms in the air and I noticed that her blouse was semi-transparent. She was not wearing a bra. "So, you returned early from the seminar-" "No, dummy, there was no seminar. I slept here last night. I've been here all the time – in the guest bedroom." "Did you... have you been watching us?" I asked incredulously. It all still seemed unreal. "Oh sure." There was a mischievous sparkle in her eyes and she put her hand between her legs then held it under my nose. The familiar scent of her excitement was unmistakable. "Just smell how horny it made me watching you." "Did you see..." "Everything – from the start, even when you were in the shower. I had to restrain myself from bursting in here and joining you. When you started licking her pussy, I had to be content to stand in the doorway with my legs wide, fingering myself." Good lord, I was certainly dreaming. There were no taboos between Sandra and I when it came to matters sexual, and we often discussed our wildest fantasies before fucking each other silly. I just never thought that this particular one would ever become reality. "And now?" I asked. "Now, my dear husband, the two of us say: Happy Birthday." With those words she pulled her blouse over her head, exposing her heavy, full tits. Her areolas were bigger and lighter in color than Erica's. Her nipples were also shorter, but thicker. I reached out and cupped the familiar weight of her breast in my palm. Meanwhile Erica leaned across me and took Sandra's other tit into her mouth. I looked on in wonder and felt my erection growing. My cock brushed against Erica's tit and without looking down, she encircled the shaft in her cool fist. Sandra placed her hands on either side of her friend's head and pushed her away from her tit. She bent forward and kissed Erica ardently. I felt another hand close around my cock shaft – Sandra's. Together they massaged my rampant cock while their tongues explored each other's mouth. I wanted to close my eyes in pleasure but I was afraid to be missing even a millisecond of this sensual tableau. As if by prior arrangement, the two women bent over my crotch and with long strokes their tongues licked my cock from bottom to top. When they reached the top they licked at the copious precum, before their tongues intertwined in another kiss. "Ladies, if you keep this up, then... "I sighed, half reluctantly. I certainly had no qualms about cumming like this, but I had a feeling that they had something more exciting in mind. They stopped and Sandra said: "Oh no. That load of cum is not going to be wasted like that. That one's gonna be just mine. C'mon, I want you to fuck me from behind and I mean in the ass." I could hardly believe my ears. Christmas and Birthday all rolled into one! "Are you sure?" I asked uncertainly. We had only done it a few times before and although Sandra always readily agreed to it, I thought that she was doing it for my pleasure only. "Very sure. It's incredibly intimate. I am mad about it." She answered and moved onto all-fours. "You never said," I answered in amazement. "But I also want Erica to come and lie beneath me, with her head between my legs so she can eat my pussy while you fuck my ass." Erica immediately turned onto her back and scooted eagerly beneath Sandra, saying, "With pleasure, best pal. I haven't tasted your sweet pussy since last night." Again I was struck speechless. I could only stare at this picture through lust-filled eyes while the implications of Erica's words ricocheted through my brain. "What about lube?" I asked after a long silence. "Fuck me in my pussy first, I'm already soaking wet. There will be enough juice for lube," was her practical answer. Without further ado, I positioned myself behind her round ass and lifted the short skirt. Just as I expected, she wasn't wearing underwear and her cunt was a lusty invitation at the junction of her spread legs. She was soaked; shiny strings of cunt juice ran from her pussy lips, down her thighs and onto the dark stockings. I took my hard cock in my fist and thrust my hips forward. It felt heavenly as I sank into the wet heat. "Oh yeahhh..." Sandra whispered and made her pussy more accessible by hollowing her back. Over her lowered head, I could see Erica's wide-open, wet cunt. She was busy playing with her clit and the soft lapping sounds were in perfect contra-tempo to the wet slapping sound of my balls against Sandra's cunt. "Sandy, lick my clitty, please," Erica moaned in a little-girl voice. Sandra bent her head further and Erica lifted her long legs higher. When she started making those soft mewling sounds, I knew that Sandra had started licking her pussy. I couldn't see the action as Sandra's long honey – blonde hair covered them like a curtain. Thus, I gazed down to where my thrusting cock shaft was forcing Sandra's engorged cunt lips wide. Once I was certain that my cock was wet enough, I withdrew. The whole shaft and the smooth, purple head were covered with a thick coating of frothy cunt juice. First I coaxed more of the thick sticky liquid from her open cunt with two of my fingers and then smeared it over her sphincter. The dark pink rosebud contracted reflexively under my ministrations. When I felt it relax, I thrust first one, then both fingers deep into her tight asshole. I heard Sandra groan pleasurably into Erica's wet pussy. Carefully, I withdrew my fingers and moved closer with my greased cock. I pressed the purple-red helmet of my cock head against her puckered asshole and then slowly though firmly pushed forward. Her sphincter relaxed and welcomed my cock. With just the head inside her tight ass, I stopped, allowing her to adjust to the invasion. She lifted her head from Erica's steaming cunt and said to me over her shoulder, "Push... all the way. Fuck, I'm ready for your cock. Please, fuck my ass. I want to feel your whole cock deep in my asshole, baby." I didn't hesitate and with my hands firmly on her hips I penetrated her tight, hot ass completely, until my balls slapped wetly against her open pussy. When I started fucking, I felt a tongue licking at my dangling balls. I realized that Erica was busy alternatively licking my balls and my wife's open cunt. I was in heaven. For a while, soft grunts and mumbles, together with the wet sounds of enthusiastic sex were the only sounds in the room. Sinful Sunday Shenanigans Suddenly I stiffened as I felt a hand between my butt cheeks. A slim, wet finger blindly felt for my puckered asshole. It was Erica, and I realized right then, that my wife really shared all our sex secrets with her best friend. The thought was still fresh in my mind when I felt her finger penetrate my willing sphincter and sink in to the knuckle. She was a little unsure and couldn't immediately locate my prostate. And then unexpectedly, she found it. "Uhhg, fuck...oh, fuck me. I'm gonna cum in your sweet ass..." I grunted and slammed my cock into Sandra's willing asshole while shooting my hot load deep into her bowels. Her ass clenched around my spurting, jerking cock. In turn, my own flexing sphincter almost squashed Erica's finger before she could remove it. "Oh yeah, honey, cum in my hot ass. Fill me with your cum," Sandra moaned. A short while later I heard two wet gurgling yells - one right below my contracted balls and another from between Erica's spread legs – and I felt Sandra jerk spastically beneath me as she came. My cock was still buried in her ass and her sphincter continued milking me as it contracted around my shaft. I looked over her shoulder, and saw Erica's spread thighs shuddering while she clamped my wife's head to her pussy, her fists clawing at Sandra's golden locks. My cock slid from Sandra's warm depths and I rolled over to lie next to her. She crawled closer and snuggled against me. She put one leg over mine and covered my limp, slick cock lovingly with her hand. Erica snuggled against my other side and I placed my arms around their shoulders. I turned to Sandra and kissed her passionately. I could taste Erica's now familiar juices on her soft lips. I then turned my head to the other side, kissed Erica and breathed in the sweet, pussy perfume of my lovely wife. "That was unbelievable," Sandra sighed and snuggled closer. "Absolutely fucking stunning," Erika agreed and her hand joined Sandra's on my exhausted cock. "Tell me how you planned this," I asked indifferently. Part V - Sandra tells of her plan Ben and I have a great and imaginative sexlife. We experiment widely and often and we frequently acted out our various fantasies, yet it seemed as if our marriage was losing its spark. Maybe it was just my imagination. It was because of this that I started toying with the idea that I wanted to fulfill Ben's one unaccomplished fantasy. At the same time I was apprehensive – maybe I just had too little confidence and I was afraid that I would forever after have to play second fiddle, thus it remained an idea only. Erica and I have known each other since college, where we shared a dorm room. Back then we were typical co-eds, often going to parties, and drinking too much and taking different boyfriends every week, but we also had stretches when we didn't have boyfriends and then... Well, then we helped each other out. Neither of us ever thought of ourselves as being Bi. We enjoyed sex with men too much – of that we were sure. The occasional mutual masturbation and energetic bouts of cunnilingus were certainly fun, but we would rather have had a willing cock between our legs any day. In latter years, after I married Ben, Erica believed that she should experience as many men as possible. We often reminisced about those carefree, fun-filled college years. Sometimes our walks down memory lane became hot and we found ourselves naked. Afterwards while snuggling in each other's arms; we would discuss men, especially Ben. Erica was particularly inquisitive about Ben's abilities as a lover and she even once mentioned that she thought him to be particularly attractive. That made me think; here was a woman that both Ben and I could enjoy. As Ben's Birthday approached, I decided to make my proposal to Erica. I had to choose the right moment to broach the delicate subject, as one doesn't just walk up to someone and say, "Hey Erica, wanna come and fuck with Ben and me?" I arranged for Erica to come over one Saturday while Ben went to a ball game with some buddies. We would have a private pool party in the nude – as we often did – and from experience, I knew that the sun and the alcohol would soon make us horny as hell, providing the perfect opportunity to ask her. It was a lovely summer's day and we made ourselves comfortable by the pool. I couldn't keep my eyes off my friend's beautiful naked body. Although we were about the same age, she looked – in my opinion – at least five years younger. I complimented her about this, "Wow, Erica, you certainly have a sexy body. You haven't changed since college." Her tits were slightly smaller than mine, but well shaped. She had a perfect hourglass figure with broad hips – just the way Ben liked them. There was only a small neat patch of pubic hair high above her hairless cunt. The cinnamon colored triangle pointed proudly down at the swollen lips of her pussy. "Aw, c'mon. At least I no longer have zits on my ass or ingrown hair in my crotch. Anyway, you are still also very edible, Sandy," she answered with a lecherous smile. I was flattered by her compliment and I had to admit that although my figure was fuller, I could still turn a few heads. Men found it especially difficult to look me in the eye – if you know what I mean. Ben was especially crazy about my big tits and I sometimes allowed him to titty-fuck me until he would shoot his warm jizz all over them and it would run down to pool in the hollow of my throat. The mere thought of this opened the flood valve between my legs and I felt the heat and the pussy juice ooze between my lips. For a while Erica and I chatted about everyday things, but soon we started exploring – actually rediscovering - each other's bodies. The hot summer sun made us hot too. While Erica kneeled between my spread legs, she asked, "Tell me how Ben eats your pussy." Well, there she opened that door and I was relieved that it at least solved the dilemma of how to bring up this delicate subject. "Ben is damn good at eating pussy – not that you lack expertise either – but he is unbelievable. I've honestly never had better." "Really? High praise, indeed. I wish I could experience it firsthand, though," she answered while rubbing her finger across my wet cunt. I watched her hand intently. There was another difference between us, although I kept my pubes neatly trimmed, my cunt was hairier than Erica's. I knew that she waxed, but I don't have a high pain tolerance and stuck to the scissors and razor plan, thanks. I spread my legs wider and with my fingers pulled my pussy lips open for easier access and said casually, "Perhaps we can arrange that for you." "C'mon Sandy, stop teasing. You're joking, right?" "Nope, not at all. You see, Ben has this fantasy; actually, I think all men do, about a threesome with a Bi girl. Someone we could both enjoy. Up to now it has remained just that, a fantasy. I mean, how do you do such a thing? How do you overcome that initial discomfort of being naked in front of a total stranger and then to still... and what about the self-recrimination and complex emotions afterwards? To hire a call girl is not an option, especially these days, I wouldn't take that chance," I shared my deepest thoughts with Erica. "However, you and I have seen each other naked often and more," I said as I lifted my hips towards her. She pushed two fingers into my wet pussy, while her thumb lightly massaged my clit, "so that wouldn't be a problem. Just the other day, Ben remarked how sexy you are, so I know he wouldn't have a problem either. So what do you say?" She didn't say anything for a while as she concentrated all her attention on pleasuring my pussy. There was a slight frown on her face. "I'm game, if you're sure that is what both of you want." "I want to surprise him on his birthday next Sunday. How do you think we should do it? Should I just inform him of our decision and arrange a time and place? "How about a really big surprise?" She asked, while her hand still frigged my cunt. "Okay? Explain?" I answered breathlessly and then added, "Make me cum first, please. I'm pretty close." She leaned forward and replaced her nimble fingers with her fluttering tongue and ate my pussy with relish. I grabbed hands full of her auburn hair and forced her head into my cunt. "Oh God, yes! Eat my pussy. Fuck me with your TONGUE!" If the neighbors were out in the yard, they certainly heard me. I didn't give a fuck. My whole universe was centered in my throbbing cunt. "Oh yes... Yes... YES. I'm cummingggg..." I moaned and forced my pussy against her sucking face while I pinched my rock hard nipples between my fingers. She kept licking at the abundant flood of cunt juices. When my breathing returned to normal, I reminded her, "So tell me about your plan fro the big surprise." We changed places and I now kneeled between her spread legs. "I dunno if he would be convinced, but how about you tell him that you have to go away on business next Saturday? It happens from time to time, doesn't it? And... Oh fuck, yes... right there," she whimpered as the ball of my finger moved in tiny circles across her slick clit. "Okay, carry on," I answered, smiling lasciviously while clamping my own legs together. "Uhm, well, you're supposedly out of town and he is all by his lonesome on Sunday, feeling pretty sorry for himself. That's where I come in. I'll invite him to the beach and try and seduce him. That's the only snag in my plan, as I don't know if I'll succeed." She pushed her hips forward, giving me easier access to her cunt and I rubbed her clit harder. My fingers made soft sucking sounds. "Oh, Sandy... Eat my pussy – now!" I answered first, "It'll be great if you could succeed – alternatively you could invite him back to the apartment, where I'll be waiting for you." As I leaned forward I could smell her excitement. I stuck out my tongue and started licking the whole length of her wide open, wet slit – from her asshole to her clit. The flood of juices was hot and sticky on my tongue and I breathed in her musk. "Yeah, eat my pussy. Devour it, Sandy," she moaned in ecstasy. For a while, I continued with those slow, soft strokes from stem to stern and then I concentrated on her clit which stood erect like a mini-cock. I made my tongue into a stiff spear and licked her clit in little circles. I could feel her thighs shudder against my ears. "Sandy, it's sooo... fucking... sublime!" If she thought this was fantastic, she had to sample Ben's expert tongue. Just the thought of him eating her pussy, made me horny and reflexively my hand snaked between my legs. "Ahhh... Ahhh... harder... I'm gonna cum... I'm cumming!" she shrieked as my mouth enveloped her throbbing pussy. I eagerly lapped at her sweet spewing juices. My finger moved faster through my own wet cunt and my mouth was still hungrily lapping her slit as I came again with a muffled groan. "So we arrange the big surprise for next Sunday then?" I asked, wiping the sticky fluid from my cheeks before licking my fingers clean. "It's going to be great. You'll just about pass out from pleasure when Ben eats your pussy. You'll see." "I can't wait," she answered and her hand involuntarily moved between her glistening thighs. "Me either." **************** Note: I'd like to thank volunteer editor kbate, for her patience and assistance in honing this story into something special. If you liked the story, please vote and leave some comments.