2 comments/ 38660 views/ 5 favorites The Closet Ch. 01 By: LusciousKnight Judy hid in her nineteen year old daughters closet and waited as patiently as she could. She looked at her cell phone again, and cursed. It was still a quarter to midnight. That means Stacy still had 15 minutes left before she was due home. It was a rule that Judy had tried to enforce... as long as you live under my roof, you will be home before midnight. Judy wasn't always the crazy mom who hid in her daughters closet, waiting for her return. A few short weeks ago, she was a normal mother of a college student, always there when she was needed, and gone when she was not. But everything changed on what seemed like a normal Friday night. * * * * * Judy was pacing the floor in her silk nightgown and matching panties, wondering where Stacy could be at such an hour. Four hours ago, Stacy left with a group of friends to see the midnight showing of the new romantic comedy playing in the local theater. Now, at almost 4 am, she still hadn't returned home. Judy tried calling her cell phone at 2:45, but it was still on silent. Not wanting to appear controlling, she didn't call again. Judy glanced out the family room window again, just in time to see a dark car pull up in front of the house. She jumped back and ran down the hall to the kitchen, fearing Stacy would know she was up and spying. She quickly grabbed her glass of water and sipped it lazily, like she'd just woken up. But after five minutes had passed, and Stacy still hadn't come inside, Judy slipped back into the living room and peered out the window. The car still sat outside her house, but there was no movement coming from the car. Then, as if summoned by Judy's thoughts, the car started to rock. Judy's assumption that someone was moving around to get something from the back changed after the rocking continued steadily for more than a few seconds. "Someone is having sex right outside my house!" Judy thought. She started to get turned on at the thought of the couple fucking right in front of her. It had been years since she'd had sex, ever since her husband got a vasectomy. Vowing to stay faithful, when he'd lost his sex drive, she'd given up hers. Now, however, she couldn't help but wish she was the one in the rocking car. As Judy watched, she got more and more aroused. Judy could feel her nipples hardening against her silk gown, which only intensified her arousal. Grabbing a chair, she sat down and started rubbing her clit with her silk matching panties. "This isn't being unfaithful... it's just like fixing a wedgie." She told herself as she rocked her body to the rhythm of the car. She started to moan quietly as she rubbed the silk back and forth, back and forth over her wet cunt. Soon, however, her panties weren't good enough. Stepping away from her live porno, she rushed into the kitchen. At her bachlorette party twenty years ago, one of her girlfriends got her a dildo, with instructions to never get rid of it, and never let her husband find it. "It will be there when your husband won't." Carol had told her. Judy would have thrown it away too, if every woman at her bachlorette party hadn't shouted, "Hear, Hear!!!" to Carol's statement. Now, as Judy crawled into the back of the fine china cupboard, she found the old box labeled, 'Family recipes' and opened it. Inside, under a stack of recipes, was the 10 inch dildo. Judy took it out for the first time, and stared at it. It looked larger than her husband's penis looked last time they'd had sex, although she couldn't be sure. Taking only a split second to return the box to it's original place, Judy returned to the family room with her dildo. She peered out the window once more, just to make sure the car hadn't driven off while she was away. It was still out there, and still rocking. Judy settled herself back on the chair, and rubbed the outside of her pussy lips with the tip of the dildo. "This isn't cheating... it's not even a real penis." Judy said in a whisper so her husband down the hall wouldn't hear. Working her pussy back up to it's aroused, wet state, Judy slipped the tip of her dildo inside her cunt. "Ooh." She moaned. It had been over three years since anything had been inside her, and now she was as tight as she was on her wedding night. She leaned back on the chair a little, and closed her eyes, imagining it was her in the car, being fucked by her husband. Slowly at first, Judy slipped the dildo into her cunt, inch by inch. It was definitely bigger than her husbands. The dildo stretched her pussy out as it slipped deeper and deeper inside her. After Judy got used to the size of the pretend cock in her hand and pussy, she started rocking her hips to the rhythm of the car outside. Erotic images flooded her mind. Images of her husband leaning over her as he put his cock inside her pussy disappeared, and soon an imaginary lover was fucking her into an oblivion that her husband never took her to. The chair she was sitting on became the front seat of the car, and soon wasn't enough room for Judy to fully enjoy herself. Huffing from the exertion it took to masturbate with her never-used dildo, Judy got up and laid on the couch, before continuing her erotic dance with the strangers outside. She was close. Judy had never had a 'real' orgasm before, but the strange feeling building up inside her said she'd know soon enough. Judy picked up the pace, imagining a lover who'd fuck her plump body nice and rough. Judy was wearing sexy stilettos and a business dress in this fantasy, and her lover grew hard looking at her plain, round body, with big DD tits to match. He'd picked her up on the road, and was giving her a lift home. Unable to fight off his desire, the stranger pulled off the main road, and started seducing her in his car. His lips started at her cheeks, before moving down her neck and attaching themselves to her breasts. Her body shook in real life at the thought of a strange lover sucking and nipping on her nipples, and wanting the fantasy to be as real as possible, Judy slipped one nipple into her mouth, and sucked it herself. Her lover soon had his hands down between her thunder thighs, caressing her until she opened up to his fingers. As he slipped one or two in, Judy put the tip of the dildo inside her pussy once again. "Please... more." Judy begged, and the stranger pulled her into his lap, and on top of his erect cock. Judy repositioned herself, and put the dildo between two couch cushions so she could ride it like she was doing in her fantasy. The stranger fucked her nice and good, until finally, Judy had her first real orgasm. Judy rocked back and forth over the dildo, her tension in her cunt increasing until the pressure burst, and she came all over the couch and her new best friend. She was so into her own pleasure, Judy temporarily forgot about the couple outside. In the back of her groggy mind, Judy heard a car door shut. It wasn't until she heard the second door close however, that Judy snapped back into reality. Hurrying to the window, Judy saw Stacy and a big black man walking to the porch from a now motionless car. Stacy was leaning on the black man, as he practically carried her to the house. Judy rushed down the hall and slipped into the shadows of the guest bathroom located across the hall from Stacy's room. She had barely gotten the door shut ajar, when Stacy's keys were in the lock, and the door opened. Judy held her breath as two figures past the bathroom door she was peering out of, and entered Stacy's bedroom. As Stacy's door shut quietly, Judy let out the breath she'd been holding, and waited to see when the coast would be clear. Rather than hearing the black man leave, she heard her daughter moan quietly. Judy got aroused again at the sound coming from her baby girls room. Thankful she was still holding her dildo, Judy teased herself with it again, until she was wet and ready for another orgasm. This time, to her daughters moans, Judy came fast and hard. Picking herself up off the bathroom floor, she heard Stacy's bedroom door open and close, and to her horror, the bathroom door open. Thinking quick, Judy stepped into the shower, praying that whoever was coming in wouldn't turn on the light. Thankfully, it was left off. Judy peered out the shower curtain, and saw that her daughters fuck buddy was pissing in the toilet a few feet away. Judy couldn't help but gawk at the size of his dick. No wonder Stacy needed help walking to the door after fucking him in the car! It was obvious that he was no longer erect, but his soft cock was still 7 inches long. Judy could only imagine his size when fully turned on. As the man with the enormous black cock slipped out the door, and back out the front door, Judy couldn't help but feel like she's been deprived of something wonderful. She'd been a virgin on her wedding night, and the only penis she'd seen was her husbands. Naturally, she'd assumed that Stacy would follow her footsteps. It was apparent she was not. But Judy wasn't upset that Stacy was having sex. She was a bit jealous. Sneaking back into her own bedroom, Judy finally realized that it was her daughter having sex in the car... her daughter getting fucked by a black monster in her bedroom. But what startled her the most, was that it was her daughter having sex that aroused Judy into bringing out the dildo and making herself cum. Sure, she hadn't known it was her daughter at first, but the second time she knew, and it only made her cum harder and faster than the first time. Feeling a bit guilty for her wanton behavior with the dildo, and her imagination, Judy rolled over and kissed her husbands cheek before rolling onto her side of the bed and falling asleep. The Closet Ch. 01 I live in a fabulous 2 bedroom apartment with my dad. On my 18th birthday, he gave me the best present. He completely remodeled my closet in my bedroom. He added lots of shelving and lighting and mirrors in one closet - any girl's dream closet. After he finished my closet, he started working on his. I didn't give it much thought until I went into his room one day to look for something. I noticed he had installed a lock on his closet - and, naturally, I was curious. What could he have that needed to be kept behind a locked door? What was he protecting - or worse, what was he hiding? I looked for a key that afternoon but couldn't find one. I eventually forgot about it. Living with Daddy was awesome. He didn't mind if I had boys over. He never waited up for me, and would even stay in his bedroom when I brought them home. One night, I went on a date with a new guy. He walked me to the door, and after kissing me goodnight, asked if he could come in. I agreed, just to show him my home. We ended up making out on my bed, but I didn't want to go further than that - this was just our first date. He caressed my body while kissing me, but I gently pulled his hand away when he placed it on my breast. He seemed to get the hint and stopped trying.... for a while. Eventually, he tried again, and I went to pull his hand away again - but he grabbed my wrist. "I want you." "I want you to, but it's only our first date." I was a little scared when I looked into his eyes. He was holding my wrist very tightly. "Who cares?" "I do." I tried to pull away to get up, but instead, he pinned me down. He held both of my wrists above my head now. "I want you - and I always get what I want." He kissed me again, and I tried to resist, to turn my head away. "Please stop - you're hurting me." He grabbed my wrists tighter now, and rested the full weight of his body on top of mine. "I said no!" He forced his knee between my legs as I struggled to get free from his grip. My attempts were pointless - he was almost a foot taller than me, and was considerably stronger. I continued to wiggle and squirm underneath him, but he forced my legs apart with his knee. He grabbed both of my wrists with his big, strong hand and pulled my dress up. "No panties? Good girls wear panties. You must be a slut - a cock-loving slut." He pressed his pelvis into mine, and I could feel how hard and big he was. "No, no - please, stop, I don't want to do this!" Tears were forming in my eyes now as I pleaded with him to stop. "Let me go!" "I know you want my cock - can you feel it, slut?" He thrust against me, his cock still contained in his pants, his jeans rubbing against my bare pussy. "Beg, slut!" "NO!" I was crying harder now, but my resistance and pleas only seemed to egg him on. He touched my pussy with his free hand. "Already wet, what a slut." "Please, please...." "Please what? Please FUCK YOU?!" He quickly unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock as tears ran down my face. "With pleasure!" He rammed his 10" cock inside of me, and I screamed. "Yea, you like that, whore? I knew you wanted this." "NOOOO!" He continued to rape me, his huge cock filling me completely. "Stop, stop, please stop...." I sobbed. In the back of mind, I knew that Daddy must be home, I knew that even though he stayed in his room, he always stayed awake until I got home to make sure I made it home safe. "Daddy! Daddy!" I cried, desperately hoping he was home and could hear me. He had to be able to hear me, his room was next to mine. "Daddy!" "Your daddy can't help you now, you're mine!" He pulled his cock almost all the way out, sliding just the tip in and out for a minute. "Or are you calling me 'Daddy'? Huh? Maybe you wish I was your Daddy, maybe you've always wanted your Daddy to come in here and rape you, maybe you've always wondered what his cock would feel like inside of you..." He slowly pushed the full length of his cock back inside my pussy. "Do you like that, little girl? Do you like Daddy's cock inside of your tight little pussy?" "My Daddy would never hurt me like this!" I managed to get out in between sobs. "My Daddy would make love to me, he wouldn't rape me like this! Daddy! DADDY!" I tried to call out for him again. "That's right, slut, call me Daddy! Tell Daddy how much you love his cock!" He started to fuck me slowly now. "I know you love it, your little cunt is dripping wet!" He reached down and rubbed my clit with his thumb. "You were wet just from me holding you down, now you're soaked thinking about your Daddy..." He pulled his cock out and rubbed it against my pussy. "Come on, baby, beg Daddy to fuck you..." "NO! GET OFF OF ME!" "WHORE!" He slapped me across the face. The force scared me into submission, the pain silencing my sobs. He grabbed the top of my dress and ripped it, pulling my bra down as well to expose my breast. He slapped my tit as well, just as hard as he did my face. I winced in pain and turned away from him, hiding my face against my arm pinned above me. He grabbed my breast roughly, and lowered his face to my nipple. He shoved his cock into me, thrusting harder than before as he sucked my nipple into his mouth, biting and sucking as he continued to rape me, grunting. I was completely silent now, wiping my tears against my arm, praying this would all be over soon. I closed my eyes as his cock continued to invade my body, over and over; my nipple became a slave to his mouth. None of this was gentle at all.... None of this was what I wanted for tonight. Suddenly, he loosened his grip on my wrists and removed his mouth from my breast. I opened my eyes in anticipation that it was over, hoping he would just get up and leave. Instead, he slid his hands down my body as he raised himself onto his knees. He grabbed my hips and asked me a question as he gently fucked me. "Can Daddy cum for you now baby?" I was confused by his question and didn't answer. "Please, baby girl?" Why would he ask permission for something now? I stared at him blankly. "Please don't cum inside of me." I moved my now free arms and put my hands over his. "Please, please don't." I tried to pull his hands away, but he tightened his grip and pushed my hips into the bed. "The sooner Daddy cums, the sooner this is over. Let me cum for you." This guy was a lunatic. I was numb from the shock and confusion. My mind was fuzzy, my throat dry from crying and screaming. He continued to penetrate me as though it were the most normal thing in the world. "Just tell Daddy to fill you with his cum." It couldn't be that easy, could it? Could I escape this hell with just one sentence? "Fill me with cum." "No, little girl, say it like you mean it." I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and submitted to his request. "Daddy, fill my pussy with your cum. Cum inside your little girl." "Yea, that's it, keep talking baby..." "Daddy, cum for me. Cum now, Daddy." "That's good, keep going, keep going..." "Please, Daddy?" "OH YES!" He yelled, his entire body tensing and spasming as he finally came. I felt his hot cum shooting out of his cock, and the tears returned to my eyes. He collapsed on top of me, his quickly softening cock finally leaving my pussy. He rolled off of me as I continued to lie still. His breathing was ragged as he said "I know you enjoyed that." He leaned over and kissed my cheek, then got up. He tucked his cock back into his pants and zipped them up. He leaned over me and kissed my mouth. "Until next time, babe." And he finally left. I heard him leave, and I don't know how long I stayed frozen to the bed after that. I got up and went to find Daddy. I couldn't believe he had slept through all of my crying and yelling, but all I wanted was for him to hold me. I walked to his bedroom, almost ashamed. Bruises were forming on my wrists, as well as my still exposed breast. I tried to pull my dress up, but it was a useless scrap of fabric now. As I opened the door, I saw that his bed was still made, empty. I had seen his car when we came back, I knew he couldn't be out. Confused and in a haze, I stood by his bed and looked around. I turned in circles, sure that he had to be somewhere in this room. Eventually my eyes landed on his closet door. Hanging from the doorknob was a key tied to a ribbon. I stepped over to it, and took the cool metal key in my hand. I slipped the ribbon off the door knob, and placed the key in the lock. I drew in a sharp breath as it turned. Slowly opening the door, I was shocked at the sight before me. Daddy was in there all right... And it wasn't a closet at all. Instead, one wall was covered in computer screens and wires. A small desk was centered along the wall of screens, and in its chair sat my father, naked. I couldn't make sense of what I was seeing. I looked at the screens and slowly my mind recognized the scene on each one. Every screen showed a view of different parts of my apartment. The one in the middle, directly above the desk, showed my bedroom, my bed dead center in the screen. "Daddy?" The Closet Ch. 01 I entered the house and called out "Hello?! I'm here!" I set my bag on the floor by the door, bending to pet the kitty squad that greeted me in lieu of my friend's absence, I said "Hi Broley." He meowed his greeting, rather pleased with himself at being first to get attention, and twisted himself between my legs while the others jostled for prime petting position. I hadn't seen a car in the driveway so I parked on the street, and was glad of it when my knock went unanswered. I knew I was welcome to enter so I did, but it was clear that I was alone in the house. Deciding to get a drink of water I headed into the kitchen just as the sound of approaching footsteps made me glance sideways. A soft breeze whispered through the curtains fluttering them open just enough for me to see the top of her head walking by, and up the driveway. A second later I heard those dainty steps on the stairs. Then the sound of a door opening and closing made me look up and smile; Lisa's voice rang out "Sorry! Hi honey how are you?" We headed straight toward one another, all smiles, for a big hug. It had been far too long since we'd hung out so our hug quickly turned into a long, tight squeeze. Ever since Lisa moved to a small town nearby our friendship had been tested by the distance, but not found to be lacking. Still, I think she'd have to admit we don't see each other nearly as much as we used to. Or as much as we'd like to. In fact, we often remark on how much we miss one another. She and her husband had longed to be home owners. They worked so hard to save their down payment only to find the prices in my city out of their reach so they moved thirty minutes away, back to where she grew up, but promised to keep in touch. This being their first house it needed a lot of work, but it also held a lot of promise for what they wanted in a home. "So tell me. What household project is in the bag?" I asked pulling back, but not letting go as I nodded toward the large, clearly marked hardware store bag Lisa had deposited on the floor. Removing one arm while leaving the other around my waist, she dropped her keys on the nearby counter, turned to look at it. "Oh it's the closet project. I finally get a nice big closet, but it's this big open space without any organization, and I can't put anything in it." Lisa replied rolling her eyes. "It's so good to have you here." Lisa's smile lit up her whole face as she looked at me. Deciding she needed a drink, she slowly relinquished her hold on me, grazing my back side ever so slightly. It didn't occur to me at the time to be anything other than an accident. She walked over to the sink, turned on the water filter with one hand while fishing a glass out of the cupboard with the other. "Want some? It's warm out today." She spun around and grabbed some ice trays from the freezer throwing one into the sink, empty, and cracking out ice from the second emptying it too. "Yes, I was actually on my way in for one when you arrived." I took the few steps over to the sink, and accepted the ice cold water Lisa was now holding out for me. I drank it down fairly quick, thanked her for it, and set my glass on the counter. "Need any help?" I asked her "With the closet? Sure I do, but you're wearing my favorite sundress. Not sure that's the right attire for manual labor." She ended her statement with a small chuckle as she looked me up and down. "No, it's not a problem; really, if you want help I'll do it. I'm so happy to see what you've done with the place and hang out. I really needed to get away." I gave her a brief, weak smile, and then returned my gaze to the hardware bag. "Ok. What gives?" Lisa asked, yet it was more of a statement than a question. She can always tell when there is more. And she always listens without judgment. It's one of the many things I appreciate about her. I look into her brilliantly light blue eyes, and she met my green eyes with a knowing look, telling me she wouldn't drop it, so I should just spill it. "I miss him. A lot." I confessed. I start to tear up. "Oh honey, I'm so sorry, I know it's been rough. You said you might have to let him go though, right?" Lisa tried to be understanding while injecting a note of common sense into the situation. "Yes, but that doesn't change the fact that I never wanted to." To say that I missed my lover was the biggest understatement ever. Yet, I didn't want to spend my time with Lisa complaining about a decision I had made, and now was having a hard time living with. I was in a wrecked marriage devoid of trust and commonality. It seemed I couldn't get out of it, and honestly had no clue if I ever would. It was unfair to both of us to continue any kind of contact. We never really could have all of one another. It was killing me. Reaching for my hand she pulled me in for another tight squeeze, then let go but pulled me toward the stairs with her hands grasping both of mine, "Let's go and I'll show you what I want to do with the closet. Then you can decide if it's a challenge worthy of your time. Ok?" It sounded like a good plan, and I really didn't care what we did together as long as I got to be here with her. Lisa is so fun, and an all-around beautiful person. Once, when I was very drunk during a girls' night out, I confessed that I thought she was beautiful, and it was too bad I wasn't a lesbian. She laughed and reminded me that both of us were married, but never rubbed it in or brought it up once we were all sober again. Ever. I was glad of it. "I'm game. It'll keep my mind busy." And I followed her up the stairs to the master bedroom. The closet was an L shape, but the entry was short, and you had to duck your head while also moving it a little to the left in order to go around the corner into the much larger and longer part of the L. Lisa pushed the light switch as she entered. A soft glow lit what looked like a small room to me verses a closet. "Wow. It looks so much smaller from the outside." "Yea I never did get to show you even though I told you it was big." Lisa's laugh was genuine and filled with excitement. She went on to point out the spaces she thought should have shelves, and where she wanted to install some kind of seat. I listened intently, watched her verbalize her deep thoughts, and couldn't help but laugh out loud. "What exactly is so funny?" she insisted, so I told her, she sounded like a master carpenter revealing the grandest of plans to build a mansion; she was very excited as she explained it all. "Well I am excited! So there." And she stuck her tongue out at me, shaking her head in mock disgust, laughing that easy laugh of hers. "Ok I take it this is a little less exciting for you, and you'd rather do something else for our hanging out time?" "No, no, no, that's not what I meant at all. Really, I couldn't help myself, picking on you. I haven't had the chance for a while so I had to do it." I broke into a grin, but then said, "So what's first? And do you need something?" "What do you mean?" she asked, looking at me with sort of an astonished face, and once again I caught her eyes glancing up and down the length of me. I knew she liked my dress, but this time, I wondered if there was more to it. Just as quickly as thought occurred to me, it left. "Unless you've trained the cats to fetch tools I don't think we have what we need up here." I chided her for leaving the bag behind too, "And the hardware you just bought isn't here either." "Oh of course, duh." She seemed slightly relieved and a little embarrassed, but recovered at once starting to hand out orders for me to retrieve the bag from downstairs while she got the tools from the room next door, and begged the cats to flee the scene. I bounded down the stairs and into the kitchen, snagged the bag from the floor, and raced back up the steps to find her just about to walk into the closet carrying the tool belt, and their cordless drill. "All right, I'm ready, but are you sure you don't want to borrow shorts and a tank top?" she asked. "Lisa. You know I'm heavier than you. I wouldn't fit into your clothes; but thanks for the offer. I'm comfy, and as long as it won't hinder you, I think I'll keep it on." I winked at her. She broke into what I thought was a rather sly grin, and then she nodded, a little apologetically it seemed, then returned the focus back to the project. She handed me one end of a long shelf we needed to position, and mark for brackets on the wall. We worked together on the first few smaller shelves once we'd marked out the bigger ones, the whole time talking of her job and my new job, the little details of life. It was good to catch up. With such fluidity, and her detailed plan, we soon found that it was time to drill all the holes. Lisa wore a tank top that fit her well, a pair of shorts that always reminded me of that TV commercial for that hair removal product allowing you to wear really short shorts, and her bare feet. Both of us had slipped off our shoes in the bedroom to preserve the new carpet in the closet. My sundresses are great and they're my favorite clothes for many reasons, not the least of which is their ability to hide my stomach paunch, while accentuating my ass and breasts. They're cooler than having a binding waistband around my midsection, and they wash up so easily. I'd always known that I looked good in them because complete strangers told me so consistently. I bought more. Besides, I love them, and that's what counts so I wear them all the time, whenever I can. It was nice to catch up and find that the time had been well spent. We realized we'd only been working for about forty minutes, but were ready for a break. It wasn't exactly hot, but spring was here, and being inside a closet with a dark roof warmed by the sun directly above did make it a little sticky. Lisa asked if I needed her to get the fan. "Yes, the one I saw in the bedroom we passed? I'll go grab it." I turned and was out the door before she could protest, and back in no time with a floor fan that could be set to rotate. "Man. This is great. You even have plugs in here." I bent to plug in the lamp and when I stood, once more I found Lisa staring at me, as if contemplating what to say. I glanced around, making sure I had it in the best spot to cool the most area. "What should I set it on, high, medium or low?" "High, I think, and make sure the rotate switch is pushed down." and she walked over pointing to the top of the fan seeing that I couldn't find it. We both reached for it and ended up knocking hands. We giggled at one another, but suddenly everything seemed different. Her face was very close to mine, and I found myself experiencing urges I had never had before. Lisa stepped back a bit and said "Go ahead." So I turned on the fan. I brushed off my feeling from a moment ago, and sat down on the floor enjoying the relief of a cool breeze. "Yea I might just have to insist on a small window in here even though Chris already worked his butt off installing electricity and carpet. Then it could be a really nice little private space." Lisa looked at me, now lying on the floor, and folded her arms, but did not sit down as I had expected her too. "What kind of private space were you thinking of? I thought it was a walk in closet. And what's wrong? I thought we were taking a break? Why don't you sit?" and I patted the floor next to me. She seemed to be thinking over her response very carefully. "You're right. We are." And she sat down next to me, stretching out her long legs parallel to mine, leaning back on her hands. "I guess I was thinking of it as my own personal retreat." She continued, "Kind of like a place where I can enjoy some privacy, ya know." She turned to look down on my face and found me grinning from ear to ear. "What?" she asked. "Yea I know what you mean. A place to play, right?" I myself enjoyed play time with my favorite sex toys, a lot more these days since the loss of my lover, yet it never seemed to be enough, so I knew exactly what her meaning was. Lisa looked away and her cheeks flushed, "Kind of....I guess.....don't know." When she didn't look at me I sat up, and asked the obvious question in what I hoped was an understanding way. I didn't want to seem too eager, yet I was very curious. "Lisa, is everything ok with you and Chris?" Her answer came fast. Almost too fast, I thought. "Oh yes, honestly! We are fine. It's..." but she didn't finish her sentence. Instead, she turned her body toward me until our eyes locked, and she was sure she had my full attention. "I've been fantasizing about somebody else." My breathing quickened, and I suddenly became very aware of everything. The feelings I had experienced earlier, how her gaze held mine, the fact that the air seemed to be filled with electricity. Lisa watched my every move, and clearly wanted some sort of response before continuing to talk. "May I ask who?" I found the courage to say, but not to look at her when I did, yet she captured my gaze once more before she nodded her head. "Ok. Who is it then?" I said and I leaned back slightly very cognizant of her nearness, my body's urge to close my eyes and start exploring every inch of her....ask her to explore mine. And then I found myself blurting out, "It's not a crime to fantasize you know, and it's perfectly normal too!" Lisa simply whispered an "I know.", but then added, "But I don't want to just fantasize anymore. I want to act on it." Until now I hadn't realized that although my eyes were not closed, I had turned my head away from her stare again, and again she didn't respond until she had eye contact. She lifted one hand, and putting it on my chin, gently turned my face to her once more. And then she kissed me. I felt myself tumbling head over heels into a world of new feelings, wants, fears, and unimaginable excitement. I had never kissed a girl. I had never admitted to myself, at least not more than in passing, how attracted to Lisa I was. And here we were, necking now, in her master bedroom closet. Suddenly she stopped and found my eyes once more. Her eyes held the desire I buried within me, but she hesitated. "Are you ok?" she asked and waited patiently, taking in the stunned yet obviously aroused state of me. She glanced down at my hard nipples now easily seen due to the thin sundress fabric. Finally finding my voice, I managed a breathless but weak, yes, then leaned in and kissed her, finding that she'd gladly met me halfway. The situation was like an out of body experience yet here I was feeling every bit of it in every pore of my being. Suddenly, I pulled back as a thought occurred to me, and I had to know. "What about Chris? How will he feel about this? What..?" but before I could finish she silenced me with another hungry kiss, and then stopped briefly to tell me not to worry, and began fully exploring my mouth again. I couldn't get back into it until I knew for sure so I put my hand on her shoulder to stop her. "I need to know." "He knows. It's ok. I told him about my feelings. He's fine with it. I just didn't act because I didn't want to create more stress for you. It's your situation that made me hesitate. Not mine." And there it was. No harm no foul. Chris knew, it was ok, so even though I had no clue what I was doing, it would be fine as long as nobody got hurt. So I let go. Lisa reached over and switched off the light. So now the only light was what spilled in through the open door, and around the corner. Not much. And it made the exploration all the more exciting. Lisa raised my hands, straightening my arms, indicating I should keep them there, and then slowly removed my dress. I had nothing underneath. She moaned her approval as she nibbled my left nipple while grasping my right breast in her hand. I pulled her down with me to lie on the floor, and began to pant. "I don't know what to do." I whispered to her, but she continued to drift back and forth between nipples until she felt like kissing me again. "Whatever feels good....no rules...no expectations." She kissed me, brushed her thumb over my right nipple, and sucked on the left nipple until she'd created a stiff point. "Just go with it. Stop me if you need to. Instruct me when you want." Oh I wanted, that's for sure. I had arched my back slightly, and thrown my head back, the pleasure making me feel drunk, but now I lifted my head up to kiss her. My answer was received and understood. Lisa maneuvered her thin, taught, and very attractive little body on top of me now, and I took her tight little ass in my hands, necking, groping and squeezing her up and down. I wasn't necessarily fat, but Lisa had the body I once had, and wanted to have again. I slid my hands up her back, taking her tank top with me, and she assisted me by sitting up so I could remove it. I unhooked her bra, and let it fall off enough to take her nearest nipple into my mouth. I hoped what I did to her felt good since it was my first time exploring another woman's body, but it appeared to me she was enjoying it, so I took her advice and tried to just enjoy. I licked both of her now erect nipples as I held one breast in each hand. I felt rather than saw that she was watching me. I stopped and looked up at her; she framed my face with her hands, and moved them slowly back, burying her fingers in my shoulder length hair, holding my head. She kissed my deeply and in-between I heard little whisperings of how long she'd waited to tell me this......show me this...what she wanted to do to me...what she was going to do. Each time she stopped to tease me verbally, I felt my body's sensitivity raise up a notch. It was intense to say the least. Now she seemed to lose some of her control, and took my hand shoving it into her shorts revealing a moist and exposed vagina, no underwear. I found myself being pushed back down on the floor as she reached back behind her to insert her fingers inside me. I lifted my knees, opening my legs, giving her complete access. She fingered me slowly at first then increased her speed gradually. All the while she moaned softly, and told me how good I was making her feel. I was slowly caressing the outside of her labia, taking it all in, grasping each one of her inner labia stroking them in turn, then rubbing them both in-between my fingers as I worked my way up to her clit. She was now finger fucking me so fast, and I felt as if my snatch were a cinch that she was tightening by yanking the cord fast and hard, over and over again, making it super tight. She asked me, "Am I going to make you cum?" I was panting with the cool tingling sensation I felt deep inside, not to mention, my ragged breathing, so I barely managed to nod my head in response. Although I know she saw me answer, Lisa repeated her question as she slowed her fingers' pace now. Then she suddenly stood and said, "I want to see your face when I make you cum." And she turned the light back on. Our eyes were already connected when the light warmed the space so she started to take off her shorts. I was mesmerized by the sight of this beauty standing naked before me. She was trimmed, just as I was, but not nude and it was attractive to me. Natural, but not scary, and I found myself wondering......now that I knew how she felt inside and out...how would she taste? I stood and walked over to her, then dropped to my knees, all the while maintaining eye contact. She licked her lips, and said "You need to let me eat you first....I want to give you what you need...what you deserve. If your tongue touches me now I am likely to lose control. This is your first time. You're not fully ready for me......without holding back, I mean. Not yet." And although I could tell how much she wanted what I was about to do, I knew she was correct, so I stood. The Closet Ch. 01 I embraced her, and we began to kiss once again, fondled each other's breasts, pinched and pulled the nipples, and occasionally allowed our fingers to probe the soft, warm and wet heaven below. I followed her lead as she warmed me up again so nicely, and I was about to start asking for more when she spoke. "Sherri....have you fantasized about me?" she asked breaking the kissing action. "Yes, I have. A lot, but I never thought..." I trailed off as I began to return to my earlier state of ragged breathing because her fingers inside me were more insistent now. She pulled me slowly back to the floor.....kissed down my neck, across my breasts which were singing with sensitivity. She brushed my erect points, drown my nipples in a vortex of saliva, and then she went straight down to my clit. Her gentle tongue caressed and licked, she closed her mouth around me, and sucked my labia into her mouth while rolling my clit from side to side with the pressure. I moaned and writhed and said her name, then, remembering what she had said to me, I found that I wanted to watch her make me cum. I sat up on my elbows, and as soon as I did her eyes met mine, and she pushed her tongue down on my clit. She started to move her tongue back and forth faster and faster, and I began to rock my hips ever so slightly against her face. All the while I watched, and she held my gaze, thoroughly enjoying the facial expressions as they betrayed the intensity of the pleasure she was giving me. Just when I thought I couldn't possible enjoy it any more she reached up, and began to roll my erect nipples between her fingers. This was the ultimate sensation! My nipples had always been sensitive, but it seemed as if they were connected directly to my clit at this moment. A huge wave of desire made me beg her "PLEASE make me cum!! Lisa! It feels so good!" and with one last tweak of both nipples, her tongue thrust up inside me, her upper lip sliding side to side and my hips rocking, I gushed a cum like I had never enjoyed before. I trembled with the intensity, and continued to even after collapsing flat onto my back. Lisa slowly kissed her way up my stomach and crawled onto me, straddled me, and slid up my neck, whispering into my ear. "I loved seeing your face contort when you came." Then she kissed me, and I was warming up all over again with the taste of myself in her mouth, her fingers feeling the slick orgasmic residue on my thighs, and my hands finding her equally wet and ready for my fingers. I grabbed hold of her and rolled her over to her side. She acquiesced, and bent her knee, lifting her right leg up so I could finger fuck her while we necked. I varied my speed, and it was driving her crazy, but she liked it, I could tell. I pushed her onto her back completely, and then worked her nipples with my tongue and the other free hand, as she groaned and began to raise her hips into my fingers making the most of the penetration depth. "What do you taste like Lisa?" I asked and her head flew up to look at me, but she shook it side to side indicating that I didn't have to feel obligated. I smiled and said, "Let's find out." And although she actually shouted out the beginning of a no with some urgency, I sunk my tongue down lower and lower, until the tip of my tongue was flicking her clit with reckless abandon. "Oh I have wanted this!" she yelled and then she lost all ability to speak, and began panting and repeating the word yes, over and over again. I felt as if I wasn't doing much, but if she liked it, I was not going to stop. I put a little more pressure on her clit, and began to assault it as fast as I could. The intensity almost made me cum, and Lisa actually grabbed at the carpet as if she were trying to pick up handfuls of it. She began to tighten, and her smell changed, became more pungent, and just when I thought I might need to ask what I should do to tip the scales, she came. Loud, long and all over my face. She couldn't control the spasms; her body shook. Then just as fast as it happened it was over, and her fists relinquished their hold on the carpet, her breathing slowed, and a low groan of satisfaction escaped her. I lay next to her still buzzing from the thrill of the newness, when she asked me, "Still ok?" to which I replied and emphatic "Yes.' Just then we heard a voice saying, "Could you take it from the top? I only got to see the grand finale." We sat bolt upright and found ourselves looking at her naked husband Chris, standing just inside the door, a rather devilish look on his face, clearly excited at the prospect of joining the party. Needless to say, my first encounter with a woman, turned out not to be the only first I would experience that day. The Closet Ch. 02 Stephen was just wrapping up a business lunch with a prospective client when his cell phone rang. Despite his preoccupation, he took the call because his office and family both knew better than to disturb him during a business meeting unless it was urgent. It was Laura, his secretary, informing him to call his sister, Evelyn, who had been trying to reach him. Apart from the yearly exchange of e-cards during Christmas and other holidays, Stephen had lost contact with Evelyn after he moved to LA. She used to be working as a high school teacher in Dayton, Ohio, close to where their parents had their farm, and had gotten married to a software engineer with a finance company. Her husband had been laid off recently due to the economic crisis and had started drinking heavily. Stephen was surprised to hear from Evelyn and, as soon as he saw off his client, he called his sister's number. Evelyn answered and, despite the years, Stephen felt a familiar stirring in his loins when he heard her voice. Her speech was erratic and it sounded like she had been crying. She told him that she was in LA and wanted to meet him urgently. He gave her the directions to his apartment and informed his office that he would be away for the rest of the day. As he drove home, Stephen felt his cock getting hard when he recalled the incestuous childhood games he and his sister had played when they were eighteen and nineteen, respectively. After coming home from school, the children would have lunch with their mother and then retire to Evelyn's room to 'study'. The game Steve enjoyed the most was 'Cow on the Farm'. "OK, Bessie, its milking time, Farmer Mike is here to take care of you." Evelyn was playing the role of her father getting ready to milk their cow, Bessie, in the barn. She would be dressed in an oversized shirt and trousers with her father's baseball cap on her head. The shirt would be unbuttoned all the way down the front and she wore no undergarments. She would be squatting on the floor and impatiently scolding her brother to quickly take off his clothes and assume the role of Bessie the cow. Stevie was soon naked and on all fours, mooing softly as he crawled back and forth in front of his sister who slapped his plump buttocks. "Bessie, be a good girl now and stop fooling around - get into position so that Farmer Mike can milk you." 'Bessie' gave a long "moo" and docilely took its place across 'Farmer Mike' -- just like the real Bessie before her milking. Instead of a pail for the milk, a shallow cup was positioned directly under his penis. The boy's frail, pinkish white body shivered with excitement as his small dick pointed stiffly down -- its shiny, acorn head red and inflamed. "Good girl, Bessie, now before Farmer Mike milks you; let me check you out for any infections and stuff." Stevie's cock nodded in agreement, his buttocks tensed in preparation for what was coming next. Evelyn squeezed out some KY Jelly in both her hands and worked it vigorously it into her palms and fingers taking care to especially lubricate the long and slender middle finger of her left hand. She had 'borrowed' the tube from their parent's bedside dresser. She parted her brother's plump round cheeks and ran her fingers expertly up and down his crack, finally stopping at the threshold of his tightly pursed pink ass-hole. "Does Bessie want Farmer Mike to check her ass-hole to see that it's clear?" Stevie smiled and nodded his head with a consenting "moo". He could feel his sister's finger skimming over the furrows of his anus and then slowly insinuating itself into the hole. The pain was excruciating but inexplicably pleasurable. The boy's cock jacked up higher as his sister continued the anal assault. Evelyn's finger was now inserted up to the first digit and she pushed it further inside until she felt her brother's sphincter muscles gradually relaxing to accommodate the intrusion. "Good girl, Bessie, your ass-hole feels fine and free. Good enough to take Farmer Mike's cock whenever it wants to." The girl penetrated deeper into her brother's anal cavity and then began fondling his tight, pink scrotum with her other hand. "Is Bessie ready for milking now? Does Bessie want Farmer Mike to remove his finger from Bessie's ass-hole?" Stevie moved closer to his sister and nodded "yes" to the first question and "no" to the second. He bucked his hips up and down to indicate his readiness for the milking. Evelyn grasped her brother's dick between her thumb and fingers and squeezed it in a downward movement-- just like she would be doing to a cow's teat. Both children had done their share of chores around the farm to know about proper milking techniques. "Hmmm, Bessie's tit is hot and ready for milking." Stevie gasped with pleasure as his sister's soft, nimble fingers slowly milked his cock while her other hand explored his anus. Evie had sworn him to secrecy about their games, warning him that people considered sex between siblings and immediate family members forbidden and called it 'incest'. The very fact that it was his sister, who was pleasuring him, aroused him exceedingly - adding more fuel to their flames of depravity. "Bessie needs something sexy to look at? Here, baby, look at the goodies Farmer Mike has in store for you." Evelyn opened her shirt to display her pert, pointy nippled pink tits to her brother and pulled down her pants to show him her clitoris stimulator that was embedded in her pussy, humming merrily between her wide open legs. Stevie noticed that his sister had fuzzy red hair growing on her virgin mound. Stevie forgot that he was playing the role of a dumb animal and burst out, "Gee, sis. Your titties are simply the greatest and your cunny is way too hot!" His sister's green eyes shone with excitement and the tresses of her tumbling, red hair caressed the soft lines of her high cheek-boned, classically beautiful features. Evelyn giggled. She enjoyed the depraved sex games with her brother -- she knew that while he enjoyed the farmyard game the best, she loved "Doctor, Doctor" more - when Stevie played the role of a physician who carried out a full physical examination of his naked sister -- probing and stimulating her pleasure points until they both came. From his deep breathing, the girl knew that he was close to cumming now. She milked his penis harder and began moving her finger rapidly in and out of his ass-hole. "Bessie, my sweet cow, give Farmer Mike your milk... give me your milk!" Steve groaned as the orgasm hit him. He felt as though all the fluids within his body were starting to burst out through the tiny hole in the tip of his cock which jerked spasmodically to shoot out sprays of milky semen into the cup and on the carpet. Evie also came at the same time, her slim frame shaking with the overwhelming ecstasy. "Yes, sweet Bessie, you have lots of milk for Farmer Mike, don't you? And you know that Farmer Mike also likes to suck milk directly from your teat...yummmm..." Evelyn's red-head dived for her brother's cock which she firmly clamped between her lips, sucking the throbbing, fleshy tube as she would a thick soda straw and gulped down the warm liquid that was pouring out. She licked her lips after she was done and kissed her brother on his lips, shoving some of his own cum into his mouth with her tongue. Crazy Evelyn would then proceed to lick up all her brother's milky semen from the cup and spread her legs wide to offer her warm, pulsating cunt to her brother to drink from. Stevie carefully removed the small dildo from his sister's dripping, wet pussy and, after licking her juices off the device, plunged his face eagerly into her crotch. Stephen could still remember how much he savored that taste -- the potent, arousing and sinful blend of incestuous brother-sister cum. His cock strained against his trousers and the prospect of seeing Evelyn again excited him intensely. How had he been able to keep his desires buried for so long? He parked in the basement and took the stairs to the foyer where she waited near the elevator. He fondly gazed at her mane of full red hair, it was shorter now and accentuated her long, tapering neck and highlighted her well-defined cheekbones. The eyes had smile lines around the edges but the brow was lined with furrows of unease. The worry lines disappeared and her green eyes lit up as soon as she saw him and rushed into his arms. The years flew away and Stephen felt like they had never been apart. Evie was sobbing into his shoulder that she had taken a divorce from her husband, Chris, and was moving to LA to take up a new job. She wanted to see Stephen before joining her new school. "There, there, sweetheart, it's OK. The bastard didn't deserve you, anyway." Stephen hugged his sister. The smell of her hair in his nostrils, the hard nubbins of her unhaltered breasts digging into his chest, the familiar warmth of her crotch cradling his hardness and the pliancy of her buttocks in his cupped hands -- it was just like yesterday once more. Through habit, their mouths urgently sought each other and lips locked as tongues caressed in a sensuous dance. Stephen pushed her into the open elevator doors and tugged her small duffel inside. Even as the doors closed, brother and sister were clawing at each others' clothes. Her fervent hands unzipped him and pulled out his angry, throbbing cock. "And how's my 'Spot' doing?" she whispered, her voice hoarse with passion. The two had named Stephen's cock 'Spot' because of the unusual birth-mark. Stephen wagged his tumescent organ in his sister's face. "He missed his mistress's attention - you can see how excited he is at seeing you." "Oh God, Stevie, it's been too long ..." Evie kneeled down at her brother's feet and began sucking his cock furiously. Stephen ripped open the buttons of her blouse so that he could free her jiggling, pear shaped breasts and twist their protruding pink nipples. His throat was dry, "Why did you stay married to him for so long, baby?" His sister looked up, replying between sucks. "Because... he was ...such a good fuck, Stevie." Stephen stared into her green eyes which glittered with mischief. "Better than me, sis?" Evelyn pulled her brother's cock out of her mouth. It was slimy with her saliva. She worked it expertly with two hands - briskly stroking it up and down as well as massaging it firmly with corkscrew strokes. Repeatedly spitting on the inflamed head and licking the weeping eye with her tongue. "You know that no one can be better than my baby brother! But the mother-fucker was good -- he had a ten inch dick and whenever I got home from work, we would fuck for hours - sometimes even forgetting to eat. We did it every where and every time. Most of our friends deserted us in embarrassment and envy at being so fucking lucky." The elevator dinged on the third floor and stopped to admit an elderly lady, hands laden with grocery bags. Her eyes widened at the passionate sexual scenario but she politely turned her back on the couple and pressed the button for the sixth floor. However, the elevator walls were mirrored so the woman could continue to watch them discreetly in the mirror. Neither brother nor sister missed a beat. They were like animals in heat - too sexed up to care about having an audience. In fact, the idea that they were being watched was a major turn on for them and they decided at once to give the old biddy a performance she would not easily forget. Stephen squeezed his sister's supple breasts harder, tugging at the protuberant nipples until she winced with the pain. "So, what happened to change all that? Evie, open your legs and lift your skirt, I want to see your cunt." The attractive redhead smiled lasciviously at her brother. He knew how much pleasure she derived from exhibitionism. Evelyn pulled up the hem of her skirt, tucking it into her belt and opened her tanned thighs wide to expose her clean shaven pussy to her brother. The flared pink pussy lips and the swollen clitoris deliciously looked back at her in the mirror. As the incestuous woman sucked her brother's cock, she brazenly gazed into the eyes of the elderly woman who had placed the groceries on the floor and was now openly staring in between the girl's legs. "Chris lost his job and started drinking; he beat me up whenever I offered to connect him to prospective job leads. We should talk later, Stevie, I'm too hungry for your prick right now!" The girl dug her face into her brother's hairy crotch and began gobbling his tumescent organ in earnest, moving her head vigorously back and forth. The taste of the pre-cum from his piss-hole, the feel of his thickness in her mouth, the heaviness of his balls banging against her chin and the familiar fragrance of his pubic hair as it tickled her nose ... god, how she had missed it all! And, it just reconfirmed what she knew all along - that her brother's cock was made for her. Just as her pussy was made for him - and that there could be no one else for either of them. Brother and sister shared an uncanny telepathic link when it came to sex. They had realized this early during their exploratory sessions. Evelyn would suggest a new sex game and Stephen would know exactly how to take it forward and improvise it further - and vice versa. As his sister sucked his knob and massaged its stalk with her spit-wet fingers, he was thinking about how much he had missed the unique pleasures of her mouth on his penis. The tender nibbles on his cock-head, the sly tickling of the sensitive under-spot, the long, lascivious licks of his hairy balls and the delicate tongue flicks into his ass-hole. He reached the same conclusion as his sister -- and said it out aloud, "Sis, your mouth is made for your brother's cock. No other mouth gives me as much pleasure and joy. I can feel your love running through my cock, washing all over me, making me weak and strong at the same time. God, how I've missed you... your loving, your delicious depravity..." There was a gasp from the old woman who realized that she was witnessing the forbidden ritual of incestual sex between brother and sister. Evelyn's green eyes stared deeply into Stephen's shiny, black orbs. Brother and sister exchanged an unspoken message that telegraphed their depraved sexual desire and addiction for each other. But where would Stephen's wife, Maria, fit into brother and sister's taboo world of incestuous sex? That was something that the lust-consumed duo would have to resolve. Mouth full, Evelyn peeped into the mirror and her eyes twinkled as she caught and held the old woman's gaze. Was it her imagination or had the senior spectator opened her coat front and her hand was now pressing the front of her dress? The elevator dinged at the sixth floor and the old lady heaved a sigh of relief and rushed out, but not before smiling widely at the cock sucking redhead shouting, "Go for it, Red!" Despite their sexual tension, the incestuous siblings broke into hysterical laughter. Stephen hooked his hands under his sister's armpits and pulled her up, back against the mirrored elevator doors. Evelyn knew what her brother wanted. His hands cupped her breasts, she grabbed his firm buttocks and pulled his sinewy body to hers; raising one leg up against the side of his hip as he plunged his cock deep into her cunt. "Oh my god, baby bro... it's been so long....oh my god. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck the shit out of your slut sister's cunny!" Stephen's penis was like a well-oiled precision instrument. It knew every little bump and crevice inside his sister's pussy -- which parts needed more thrust and which responded better to gentler manipulations. The only sounds apart from the whir and dings of the elevator were the deep breathing of the two lovers and the rhythmic squishing of the rampaging penis. "Sis ... huhh... tell me, did Chris fuck you as good as this?" "Honey, no one can fuck me better than my cock-stud brother -- you know that! Your cock fits my pussy perfectly. Made for each other -- that's what we are. Fuck incest or whatever else people may call it -- I know I love you with a hunger that rises like fire from deep inside my cunt and consumes every particle of my being. When we are one, when you are inside me, my brother, we are complete! And all is well with the world." The elevator gave a final 'ding' as it reached the penthouse. The doors slid open and the raunchy siblings tumbled out into the corridor. Evelyn pinned her brother under her as she began removing all his articles of clothing. Her tight pussy continued milking his tireless cock. Stephen pulled off his sister's shirt and tugged the skirt from over her head. Brother and sister were both stark naked and rutting like two animals in heat. Stephen slowly tilted Evelyn's torso backwards until her head was on the floor between his feet, with her legs raised high. He firmly took hold of her ankles and slowly stood up, hands moving to grip her thighs, raising her body up in the classic wheel-barrow position, his cock continuing to pound her demanding pussy. Evelyn Saunders felt the blood rush into her head, making her dizzy and uncoordinated. Stephen knew she liked this position because it always made their fucking feel so relentless. He retrieved the room key from his pile of clothes and opened the door to his apartment -- which was quite an achievement, considering the fact that he did not miss a beat while continuing to bang his sexy sister. Stephen's cock pumped harder and deeper inside his sister's vagina which massaged it longingly. He crouched somewhat to cradle his strong arms under her so that he could carry her into the room without pulling out from her. "Baby bro, now do me doggy style, that's the best!" Evelyn momentarily allowed her brother to withdraw his cock as she crawled into the apartment on her hands and knees, stopping in the middle of the plush, carpeted foyer. She turned her head to smile wickedly at him as she held her tanned, ass cheeks apart for her brother's cock. Stephen cheated and plunged his juice-soaked prick into his sister's tempting, pink anal orifice instead of her pussy. Evelyn whimpered loudly, "Ohhhh... you goddamn, mother-fucking ass-fucker...!" Stephen laughed wickedly, "Slut sister, I know you love a brotherly cock up your ass, it was just too tempting to resist!" He spat on her tightly stuffed ass hole, moving in and out in long, slow strokes. He could feel her sphincter muscles gradually relaxing to accommodate his cock as they began their rhythmic contractions. It was just like old times, his sister milking him with her amazing anus; waves of intimate caresses, holding his penis a helpless but willing captive to the joys of anal sex. "Stevie, baby, I'm cumming now .... oh my god ...I'm cumming...ohhhhhhh! Harder, baby brother, harder; fill your sister's ass with your hot, incestuous seed." Stephen rammed his cock deeper into his sister's ass-hole and shoved his fingers up her humid pussy. He gathered the sticky juices and sucked them off his fingers, rubbing some on her soft, gasping lips for her to lick. That was their way -- tasting and enjoying each other's cum. Even as she trembled with the impact of her orgasm, Evelyn ground her ass hard on her brother's crotch, scrunching his balls with her soft buttocks. She wanted to take as much of her brother's burgeoning tool into her anus as she could, so that she could feel the full force of his load deep within her as he came. She could feel his hardness tensing, muscles bunching up just before the release. He shouted obscenities at her as his flood-gates burst, releasing violent torrents of hot semen into his sister's anal cavity. The Closet Ch. 02 Judy looked at her cell phone again, and noticed she still had 10 minutes before Stacy was due home. She was getting more and more aroused, but there wasn't a thing she could do about it until her nineteen year old daughter got there. Judy had come to terms with the fact that she couldn't have a real orgasm unless she was watching her daughter get fucked by her big black boyfriend. She'd tried to masturbate on many occasions, but if she wasn't watching Stacy, she didn't cum. At first fantasizing about watching Stacy and her black lover would take her over the edge, but that all changed after a few days. * * * * * Judy was horny. Again. It had been 12 hours since she'd had her last orgasm, and it wasn't that big. She'd only have big orgasms when she was watching Stacy. Her small orgasms were from imagining watching Stacy fucking her black guy. It was almost to the point where her imagination wasn't getting very far without some visual aid. There wasn't much she could do about it though. Her husband was home in the family room watching TV, and Stacy was out shopping with her friends. Judy picked up the local paper and scanned the entertainment section. There was a new movie in theaters, and even though it wasn't as popular as the other films currently out, Judy decided to go see it. She'd seen a few of the other movies with her family, and the ones she hadn't seen, didn't appeal to her. Grabbing her beige purse and heels that were a perfect match to her rose colored dress, Judy kissed her husband on the cheek as she promised to be back soon. When she arrived at the theater, she noticed it wasn't as busy as she had thought it would be. "I guess late Wednesday afternoon isn't a busy time in the movie business." she thought to herself. She bought the needed supplies, popcorn, cola and a box of candy, and headed to theater #3. The ads had just started, and Judy was shocked to see only one or two other people in the whole theater. Assuming more would show up sooner or later, Judy sat down in the middle of the front section, and waited for the movie to start. Halfway through her popcorn, and twenty minutes into the movie, Judy heard a soft moan that wasn't coming from the movie... it was coming from the back of the theater. She shifted in her seat to shush whomever was being disruptive, only to notice that the people who were there earlier were either asleep, or completely engrossed in the slow-developing plot. That's when Judy saw where the sounds were coming from. A young woman was sitting in the corner of the top row, and her body was arched in an erotic position. Judy felt herself get wet as she recognized the face of her own daughter, Stacy. Stacy's boyfriend however, was nowhere in sight. That's when Judy realized... his head was under Stacy's long skirt. Stacy was getting oral sex right in the public movie theater! Judy's surprise and arousal built each other up as her brain registered what her eyes saw. No longer concerned for what was on the big screen, Judy watched the young couple, enthralled. Stacy's body movements increased, and so did her moaning. A head popped out from between her legs, and motioned to the scarf around Stacy's neck. Judy watched at Stacy removed the scarf Judy had bought her last year for Christmas and stuffed part if it in her mouth. Stacy's lover's head disappeared between the skirt once more. Judy watched again as her daughter was brought up to full arousal. Judy's pussy and clit started begging to be touched. Judy silently scolded herself, both for her body's apparent desire, and for forgetting her dildo at home. Hiking up her dress a bit, she started rubbing her fingers across her pussy and clit through her panties. Judy's hands were still covered in buttery, stale popcorn, so she didn't want to put her fingers inside her pussy, for fear of getting an infection. So, instead she kept rubbing on the outside; rubbing herself in small circles while she watched her daughter in the back row. After a few minutes of teasing herself, Judy could feel her panties getting damp. She started imagining that it was her up there, getting her pussy teased with her lovers long tongue. Judy started rubbing herself harder and faster, until soon, her body craved more. Frantically, she dug in her purse, searching for something, anything that she could use to pleasure herself with. All she could find was her favorite shade of coral lipstick. Wiping it off with a clean napkin, Judy teased her clit with the tube of lipstick. It wasn't as good as her dildo, but it would do. The smooth round top of her lipstick built Judy's orgasm up, slowly and steadily. Judy's hips slowly rocked as she toyed with herself. Judy started drifting into her own little world, imagining she was out on a date with her husband. At the thought of her husband, her arousal dropped slightly. Judy changed her fantasy, substituting her husband for her daughters black lover. In her fantasy, she was wearing a skimpy red dress; a dress that accentuated her luscious curves. Her six inch red heels made a sharp clacking sound as she walked into the theater with her date. Every eye turned to her, the men looked on with lust and desire, while the women glared in pure jealousy. They entered a busy theater and headed to the top row. As the lights in the theater went down, so did her lover. His lips kissed Judy's clit and pussy lips through her lace black g-string. Judy started to moan, before her lover silenced her with a kiss on the lips. His hand returned to where his mouth left, and as he rubbed her pussy with his hands, he silenced her moans and pleas for more with his mouth. Judy felt her body shake with a powerful orgasm while her lover stroked her constantly. In real life, Judy silently came in her seat. Her fantasy continued as her lovers hand pulled aside the small black lace and his mouth caressed her swollen bud. Judy tucked the lipstick tube under her panties and ran it along her bare clit. The cool tube made her shudder in another orgasm. In her daydream, her lover took a long sip of cola before licking her clit once again. The cold feeling of his mouth on her made the fantasy more real. As she slipped the tube inside her pussy, she imagined that his tongue was flicking in and out of her. The busy theater patrons were absorbed in the box office hit; too absorbed to notice her lover suckling her clit with extreme proficiency. His talented mouth made Judy cum a third time, her moans unsuppressed. The movie drowned her out though, choosing that moment for a loud car explosion. Both explosions were intense, but neither compared to the orgasm she was about to have. She glanced up at Stacy and her lover. Stacy's hands were holding his head between her legs, and Stacy was biting down on her scarf, trying to silence her erotic sounds. Judy could tell that Stacy was almost there. She began rubbing herself with more fierceness, forgetting about her buttery fingers, and the other people in the theater. It was only her, Stacy and her daughters boyfriend. Judy saw when Stacy came, and it pushed her closer to a big orgasm. The three previous orgasms were small in comparison to the one she could feel building up. Then Judy saw the unexpected. Stacy took the scarf out of her mouth, and waited for her boyfriend to sit down in his seat before she got down on her own knees. Judy almost came when she realized what Stacy was about to do. But Judy held off, knowing that if she came again, her body wouldn't be able to handle another orgasm for a few hours. Forcing herself to slow down her rapid movements, Judy watched as Stacy's head began to bob up and down on her boyfriends lap. The look of joy on his face turned Judy on so much that she couldn't help but fantasize that she was the one giving him a blow job. Judy had never given head before, not that her husband hadn't asked. She'd always thought it was dirty; sucking on a mans penis. Now she wasn't so sure. Stacy was obviously enjoying it. Stacy's black lover grabbed hold of Stacy's head, and Judy pretended that it was hers. With her free hand, she grabbed a fistful of her hair, and tugged to the movements of her daughter. Once again, Judy was close; there was no delaying the orgasm this time. She tried to prolong it as long as possible, but when she saw her daughter stop sucking the long black dick long enough to catch a fountain of the black man's semen in her scarf, Judy blew. Her orgasm shook her whole body, and there was no way to stifle her erotic screams. The man who'd fallen asleep during the movie woke up and suddenly all eyes, including Stacy's and her boyfriend's, were looking in her direction. Since she was between her viewers and the bright screen, Judy was sure she was just a shadow to them. Gathering her stuff, Judy rushed out of the theater before anyone tried to find out who she was. She was about to leave the building completely when she noticed another movie that was just starting. One she hadn't seen. She slipped into that theater, and studied the movie like it was part of a college exam. When Judy returned home, her family was eating leftover takeout. Stacy had a strange look on her face. Judy feared that her daughter recognized her as the one who'd been masturbating in the movies, especially when her husband asked her about her movie. Judy blushed with embarrassment as she tried not to stumble on the lie she'd concocted on the way home. As she'd told it, when she'd arrived at the theater, the movie had already started, so she went to see another. Relief flooded Stacy's face, and Judy realized that her family believed her. Judy quietly excused herself from the room with the excuse that she'd already eaten and tried to get as far away from her family as she could, which happened to be in the laundry room out in the family's garage. Judy sighed, the suspense over, and decided to do a load of laundry or two while she was hiding out. As she looked down, she noticed the corner of something familiar sticking out from a wrapped up towel. The scarf that Stacy was wearing earlier. Had Judy not witnessed what her daughter did with that scarf earlier in the day, she wouldn't have paid any attention to it now. But here it was, beckoning to Judy. She glanced around quickly, then seeing that she was still alone, carefully unwrapped it from the towel. The cum stains were still there, and Judy got wet when she saw just how much there was on it. There was no way one man could cum that much! The wetness between Judy's legs demanded to be dealt with, so Judy took the cum stained scarf and slipped it into her bra. Her large chest would conceal the scarf while she passed by her family. Judy threw a load of clothes in the washer in record speed, then joined her family back in the house. Her husband was glued to their wide screen, while Stacy had retired to her room for the night to study with her classmates via video-chat. Judy knew what that meant... Stacy was having video sex with her boyfriend, or so Judy suspected. She silently removed her dildo from it's secret hiding place, and slipped into her bedroom to 'take a bath'. As she filled the bathtub, Judy took the scarf from her bra and began rubbing it on her pussy and clit. The thought that it had her daughters saliva on it, and her daughter's boyfriend's cum on it made Judy cum quickly. Not wanting anymore unwanted disruptions, Judy turned on the bathroom radio to drown out any sounds she would make. The scarf made Judy cum once more before she couldn't wait any longer for her 10 inch dildo. She slipped into her hot bath water and slid her best friend inside herself. It felt so good, sliding her toy in and out in the slippery wet water, and soon Judy was continuing her earlier fantasy... this time her date was sticking his 10 inch dick inside her. Judy couldn't help but moan as his cock filled her to the brink. Judy recently discovered, by accident, that her dildo was a vibrator. When she first turned it on, the vibrating sensation made her orgasm in a few seconds. She had a little more control now. Lying in the tub, Judy switched her dildo on to low. The constant pulsing matched her lovers rhythmic pounding. Her cunt, clit and g-spot started throbbing in response. Judy was about to cum, and hard. She stopped only long enough to turn the radio up louder, then finished herself off. The wound up coil that was her arousal snapped, giving Judy another earth-shattering orgasm. She felt her body shoot out her squirt in the water, like strong streams shooting out of a pressured hose. She was sexually exhausted by the time she'd washed up, toweled off and crawled into bed. Stacy's scarf was now on her bathroom floor, in a pile with her dirty laundry. Judy barely had enough energy to slip the dildo in between the mattresses before she passed out with a smile on her face and a swollen clit between her legs. The Closet Ch. 02 Lisa glanced at me, then gave her husband a pleading look, and stood quickly, moving toward him with outstretched arms indicating a hug. I sat there, too stunned and unsure of myself to know what to do, but watched for any indication as to where this might lead. "Honey! You're home early." Lisa said in a rather lame attempt to fill the silence while clearly trying to communicate to Chris that this may not be the best time to be bold! I caught a glimpse of her facial expression as he turned his body toward her reciprocating her embrace, and then I heard Lisa whisper rather loudly, "I don't think she's ready for this yet!" in an urgent tone. Whether it was my heightened state of excitement, my curiosity about this new desire to act on what had previously just been good fantasy or just plain ignorance I'll never know. BUT! At that moment I piped up and said, "Well, I guess that depends on what 'this' is." Both Chris and Lisa were obviously stunned. Hell, even I wasn't prepared to hear the words out loud, and I had spoken them! Looking at one another they hesitated for only a fraction of a second, and looked back at me, but that was all I needed. "Ok! I'll be going now. Sorry!" I said and began moving toward the corner where I saw my dress lying in a heap. I figured I had made a big mistake, it wasn't the invitation I had thought it was, but then Lisa spoke. "No, no. Let's talk about this, ok?" Lisa said, stopping me in my tracks. I held her gaze, studied her face, then broke away to look at Chris. I saw him nod his head in agreement before I had complete eye contact, but when we did, he broke into an insanely wicked smile. And he licked his lips. Right then I knew this was going to happen. And, as long as we were all on the same page, it would be good. Still, I wondered. Did we really know what we were in for? I decided to find out. "All right." I quietly agreed and felt my body heat go up a notch. I was sweating anticipation. Then Chris added his two cents worth, "What exactly is there to talk about though? We do what feels good.....ask for what we want...respect each other's limits...and enjoy. No problems." and he raised his hands indicating his relaxed viewpoint, and obvious anxiousness to get on with it. "Ok Casanova, it's a little bit more complicated than that." Lisa rolled her eyes. She beseeched me, "I know you two said goodbye, but......." She trailed off knowing it wasn't necessary to finish in order for me to understand. "I let him go. You know that." And despite myself my eyes began to tear up again. "Honey, I know, but you'll be back together again someday, I know it, and what then?" but she subsided, at least for now, when she saw me begin shaking my head even before she finished. "CJ isn't coming back. He's trying to get over me. He's....... dating. He told me yesterday." And just like that all my emotions were raw and exposed. "Dam! I thought he......how dare he!" Lisa was irate but trying very hard to control herself. "He can't live like that. I love him, and I know without a doubt her loves me, but letting myself fall for him, having an affair with him while still married, even if my husband is..." "A complete asshole." Lisa stated, then seemed to regret her uncontrolled outburst, and quickly added, "I'm sorry." a pleading look on her face. "Don't be. It's nice that you care." I managed a weak smile before continuing, "You're right, he is and he doesn't deserve me, I know that, but if I love CJ with all my heart and soul, until I'm divorced from Stew, it's not fair to either of us. We shouldn't have any contact. I told him I understand. We hate it, but nobody knows when..." I paused trying with difficulty to control a strong wave of very mixed emotions as I saw Chris release his right arm from around Lisa's waist and begin stroking himself. I tore my eyes away from him long enough to finish my thought, "...when or even if I can get divorced. I can't expect him to wait around. I don't. I want him to be happy. Even if it means I have to let him go without knowing if I'll ever get him back." I finished with a defeated look on my face, but the fire consuming my body must've shown in my eyes. They were once again trained on Chris. Lisa followed my gaze and promptly smacked Chris' arm. "Couldn't you just be patient!" she chastised him, but he never flinched. He kept eye contact with me, switched hands and began gently stimulating Lisa's clit. She began to breathe a little faster, her left arm still draped around his shoulders, and she started caressing her breasts with her right. Just like that they were engaged as if in the middle of their own encounter verses the beginning of this; whatever it was. I found myself riveted to the spot. I was so full of want even if it was tempered with pain. Excitement and wonder I had not ever thought possible mingled within me. Expectation even! I still had questions though. "So. What exactly is this then? We watch each other?" but they were so engaged with one another's bodies now, kissing and groping, I half expected to leave without being noticed. That was not what I wanted. I had always been equally attracted to Chris. He was drop dead gorgeous, all classic man, athletic with muscles and that sexy hairy chest. Only problem I saw was that he knew it. Chris was far too conceited for me to be attracted to him in any way other than sexually. I had thought of what it would be like to have sex with him, fantasized about having fun with them simultaneously, and separately, but it was all fantasy. Until now. I was just beginning to realize how much my fantasy was actually a real desire I hadn't recognized for what it truly was. But as I watched them intently, I could finally be honest with myself and admit that I knew now, and would no longer deny it. To anybody. I was bisexual. Taking a break from assaulting Lisa's body with pleasure, his tongue heavy on her nipples, Chris answered "We're all in this. Same as what I said before. Respect one another's limits and ask for what we want. Ok? Sound good to you?" His answer brought me back to reality and I felt my skin start to hum. It was a swift and concise answer, but it came from Chris. I needed Lisa's assurance now......permission to enter, so to speak, before I could move forward. Sensing this she looked at me, her eyes iced with desire, and a face full of want. She stated it simply, "No rules. No expectations." Then she added, "No pressure. If you're not ready..." and trailed off indicating that this was my opportunity to back out. That was the answer I was looking for. I walked to her, kissed her softly, inviting her to touch me by taking her hand and placing it on my thigh. Chris began to ease back and watch, a low pleasurable growling type of sound emanating from deep within him as we kissed more heavily. Then he leaned into my ear and whispered, "Open your legs." His left hand caressed slowly over my right buttock, squeezing ever so gently, but with a firm pressure I couldn't mistake for anything other than a demand. I acquiesced, and felt Lisa prevent me from slowing our kiss to look at Chris by re-engaging me with a deeper tongue thrust into my mouth, all the while her right hand grasped my left buttock, and her left hand toyed with both of my nipples. Suddenly it was very clear they had a plan, and it was meant to please us all. Chris was now fingering both of us. I could hear Lisa's wetness, and feel my own oozing down my leg, and I wanted more and more with each passing second. Lisa grunted slightly and pulled me slowly to the floor, Chris followed suit, continuing to plunge his fingers into me. Lisa positioned me perfectly for their easy access. I lay on my back. She bent my left knee, and pulled my left leg down making it fall open, and she applied gentle pressure communicating to me that I should keep it down. Chris lay on my right, on his side, and Lisa on my left. Lisa was kissing me with a ravenous hunger. Chris nipped at my nipples and held onto a fistful of my hair with his left hand while leaning on his elbow. His right hand was still finger fucking me relentlessly. Lisa's left hand began caressing my belly once he took over stimulating my nipples. She slowly moved toward my bush, circling it, spiraling downward so that her middle fingers now brushed over my clit with each pass she made. Then she began to work her fingers inside more, trying to achieve more direct contact, but she seemed to have trouble finding the spot at first. It didn't take long though before I was telling her she had found it. I reluctantly allowed her to pull away and stop necking with me, but Chris wouldn't have allowed it to continue anyhow, he reminded me with a gentle tug on my hair. Lisa saw this and smiled, licked her lips, and looked down to where Chris' fingers now glistened in the light as he held them up. She got up on her knees now, her legs folded under her, and I watched her suck his fingers clean. I laid my head back against the floor when she lowered her head breaking eye contact. I felt her tongue graze my clit only a second later. She massaged the inside of my left thigh with her left hand while pleasing me so well with that tongue of hers. Then I felt her fingers slide into my hot tight passage. I moaned slightly, arching my back while the sensation spread quickly, muscles were tightening all over my body, a large orgasm building inside of me. Now I felt Chris' left hand underneath my back preventing me from coming down all the way. He was pushing my chest up causing my right nipple to point his direction. He attacked it with his teeth, first gently then rough, creating a very erect, hard point he could tease more easily. Lisa continued to lick up and down over my clit, and into the folds around it, her right hand caressing and squeezing my left breast. She used her pointer and middle fingers to pluck and pull at it, also occasionally skating over the hard tip with her thumb, and I began to shake. I was ready to beg them to make me cum when she stopped taunting my clit, and lay her head down, left side of her face on my belly. So she could watch. I realized it wasn't only me Lisa was watching. Chris began to stroke his rock hard dick more insistently once the three way connection was made. Lisa's left hand slid much slower now, more deliberately, and penetrated deeper. And she used her thumb to apply constant pressure on my clit, while barely moving it around, and it was driving me crazy! Chris began kissing his way up my neck, and when he reached my chin he lifted up just briefly pausing enough to establish eye contact. He smiled and kissed me, teasing me with his tongue on my lips, toying with my tongue both in and out of my mouth. It was obvious he wanted me to know how much he was enjoying the control he had over not only this situation, but my body. Then suddenly everything stopped. Lisa popped up and walked out of the closet, but returned almost instantly handing something to Chris. He took it and said "Time to ride." I was panting, bewildered, but so highly aroused I was dazed. I found myself watching Lisa grasp her breasts, rub her palms over the nipples in circles, and then pinch her nipples while she watched Chris slip on what I finally understood was a condom. Chris lay down on the floor, pulled me close to him, slipped his arm under me, picked me up and pushed me down on top of him. I gasped as he slid inside, filling me to my fullest, and it felt as if I might explode right there. He felt it too. "NO." He said it in a matter of fact manner, but he meant business. I wasn't allowed to cum yet. Lisa got back down on her knees, but stayed up this time so she could kiss me and pinch my nipples while Chris held onto my rear and moved me back and forth on top of him. I had no control whatsoever. My breasts swayed with the back and forth motion, but Lisa did not relinquish her tight hold on their points. She stopped kissing me and began talking to me while looking deep into my vividly green eyes. "Tell me." She wanted to know what I was thinking. "Tell me." She said it again, and this time her tone conveyed an order rather than an interest. "It's so all good!" I couldn't describe it any better than that. I reached for her, fondled her breasts, and devoured her tongue, sucking it into my mouth, but then it began to happen. I was losing control...my clit was being massaged by his hairy skin around his cock, which was so delightfully firm and rubbing all the right places deep inside, while my nipples burned with raw pleasure. My vaginal muscles felt so tight! I could feel Lisa's breasts firming up, her nipples puckering and hardening due to my heightened state of arousal, and I wanted to feel her pussy so I plunged one hand inside her slightly spread legs before she could stop me. I felt her moist wet lips and began sliding my fingers around inside and out, all around as if tracing the inside of a jar, and she went nuts. Our kissing was muffled and mixed with the sharp intakes of breath, and groans and cries of pleasure. Lisa started to sit down on my hand so I bent my body toward her to keep it there, but then pulled back. She seemed to understand, it wouldn't work, and pushed forward now instead. She stayed up on her knees, but kept moving forward bracing my hand against Chris' body for resistance. She rocked ever so slightly back and forth, and it did the trick. She rode my fingers. I rode Chris. We came simultaneously, and Chris yelled his approval with a great "Oh yea, that's it, finish it off good!" But still we were not done....... "Come here." Chris let go of me and pulled Lisa toward him, and when she was close enough for him to have two hands on her, he lifted her left leg up and over his body, and pushed her up onto his chest. Now he could easily use both hands to situate her pretty little pussy on his face. That's exactly what he did. He faced her toward him so I massaged her back, and worked my way around to the front of her gorgeous little petite frame. Then he went back to holding my hips although now he decided to give me control over my own movements. She rode him with a reckless abandon, and I reached around both sides of her to grope those beautiful breasts of hers, pinch the nipples, and lean her backwards toward me. I whispered in her ear about how good she tasted to me and asked her if she was going to cum on his face. I told her how it felt so good when she tightened around my fingers, and put cum on my hand. The whole time I continued to rock and roll on top of Chris, building to another sweet orgasm, feeling my clit actually harden. I moved to plant my feet flat on the carpet, and Chris allowed it, but decided to regain control. He treated me like a rag doll, and it hit me that he was stimulating my clit with the base of his penis keeping my seat ever so slightly back. I felt a tingling sensation, and my toes curled into the carpet. Lisa wanted to turn around. "You're close to cumming and I want to watch. I want you to see my face, look straight into my eyes, so you can make me cum." Nobody had any objection so she turned around, got situated on Chris' face again, and we watched one another feel the pleasure of orgasm. She saw my mouth open wide as I wailed when the wave rolled over me. Her face contorted, she broke out in a sweat, and she came hard with one loud scream. Then, both of us panting, soaring, Lisa freezes. "I'm going to go for it." Her comment caught me off guard. I had no clue what she was talking about, but I liked the sound of it. I had just experienced an excellent combo orgasm! I wasn't exactly in the right state of mind to understand. I felt so dizzy. But I still wanted what she did next. Lisa flattened out on top of Chris and tongued me. She stabbed at my hardened clit. She formed a seal over it and sucked it. Moving right along with me, as if we were one, Chris began to push and grind me down harder. I let my knees fall open so Lisa had even more to mouth, and I started to fondle my breasts. With total stimulation, and an already sensitive clit it was almost too good. Painful, to a point, yet I could sense the best was yet to come. Just when I was about to scream that I couldn't take it anymore, and tell them to stop, I went over the edge. I exploded. "OOOOOOHHHHH!!!" Seconds later Chris finally had his release when I felt him writhe under me from the intensity of his orgasm. Lisa would later recount how she actually ceased sucking on me so she could look, and that she watched cum run down the sides of the condom, overflow the bottom and onto Chris. "That was what I was going for. We decided you needed to squirt for us. Weren't sure we could make you do it, but boy we sure did." And she smiled that sly half smile. "Speak for yourself." Chris had stated coolly. I can't help but chuckle when I replay that memory in my head. I can hear her say it, and then her laugh when she saw the astonished look on my face. I don't remember much of what happened next. But I do remember this. "What was the best part?" Lisa asked. The feeling of experiencing pleasure from two people was so surreal, so very overwhelming, but so very good. My answer was easy. "Watching all of it happen. I am a voyeuristic minx after all." The Closet Ch. 03 Part 3 A Tale of Unusual Depravity "Stephen Saunders, you dirty sonofabitch, ass-hole, I don't believe this! This is too fucking depraved, even for YOU -- fucking your own sister!" Maria shook her head in disbelief at her husband. She was seething with rage - her body trembled with anger and shock. She had always considered Evelyn a close friend and had often counseled her during her marital ups and downs. And now, this! The outraged wife's mind was assailed with conflicting emotions. The down-to-earth and logical Maria screamed for swift and savage reprisals against her cheating husband; while the sensual, sex-obsessed Maria found the incident extremely titillating. And, as always, in situations involving sex, the sensual woman usually won. Despite the crushing humiliation of the betrayal, Maria noted absently that she was wet. Her pussy obviously had a mind of its own and the sheer depravity of the situation was an immense turn-on. As the sultry Latino stood transfixed like a zombie, hands stretched at her sides with fists balled, staring at the shameless, depraved lovers who seemed unfazed by her presence. Evelyn continued to lay with her head in her brother's lap, pausing only momentarily to look up at Maria, before resuming to lick and suck her brother's cock which was rapidly rising once again. "Maria, I'm sorry you had to find out like this but perhaps it's for the best, now that it's all out in the open." Stephen gently pushed his sister's head off his lap and stood up, moving forward to hold his wife. Maria shrunk back from him and bumped against Evelyn, who, in the meantime, had taken her position behind Maria and was proceeding to wrap her arms around her sister's full body. Her clever fingers deftly began undoing the buttons on Maria's jacket, grasping her deliciously large breasts which swayed, ripe and heavy with their weight, when freed of the restraining garment. Brother and sister exchanged a knowing look as Stephen's hand darted under his wife's skirt to feel her hairy crotch. He found her pubic hair sopping wet, confirming his suspicion that despite her anger, Maria was very aroused. He offered his sticky fingers to his sister who greedily licked her sister's cum off her brother's fingers. Evelyn's green eyes shone wickedly as she continued to pull at the stiff dark nipples on the dusky overripe breasts and licked the tiny hairs on the nape of Maria's neck as she whispered into her ears, "Hun, did Stevie tell you that we have been fucking since we were children?" Maria looked at her husband who confessed, "Yes, love,Evie and I had sex when I was eighteen and she was nineteen. Even when we did threesomes, we would share our lovers -- but Sis did have to give me a little leeway because while she enjoyed lez action, she knows that I'm not into gay. We were inseparable - until I met you, that is. I still remember how jealous Evie used to be when you and I got together, initially. Then she started dating Chris and things settled down. I thought that our obsessive sex life would make me forget my craving for my sister - and for a while I believe it did -- until today. I guess the old saying: "you never get over your first love is very true". Evelyn was my first love, my first sexual partner - as I was hers; we both gave up our virginities to each other when she was nineteen and I was eighteen. But you know how much I love you, Maria. And I know that Evie loves you madly too and we want you to join in our pleasure, share the wonderful joys of our incestuous sexual journey." Despite the growing sexual tension, Maria's smarting pride would not let her give in to the erotic advances of the licentious siblings. She resisted their caresses until Stephen brusquely gripped her arms and pinned them behind her. Evelyn expertly tied her wrists with a silk scarf that she had picked up from the settee, obviously having done this many times before. Stephen whispered into Maria's ear, "Baby, you know how much we have hungered for the ultimate sexual thrill -- now we have the opportunity to experience it together - all three of us." "Stephen, don't you dare lay a hand on me. And that goes for you too, you dirty slut." Maria kicked out at her husband, aiming for his dangling balls but instead bruising his inner thigh. Stephen grunted, his lips pressed into a thin line and his jaws clenched. "Evie, get the whip, I think we will need to teach this fucking bitch a lesson in what's good for her!" Stephen knew that his sister never travelled without her sex tools and sure enough, Evelyn produced a small cat-o-nine-tails which she cracked onto Maria's full breasts, lashing one fat nipple and then the other as Stephen ripped the clothes off her body. "Sweetie, I won't say this hurts me more than it does you, coz it obviously doesn't!" The sexy redhead giggled, her small breasts jiggled with the force of her whip-wielding. Maria sobbed, screaming, "Evie, not my breasts, please... not my breasts..." Brother and sister knew how much Maria prided herself on her full, natural breasts. So, they made her tits their first target in getting her submission. Angry red welts appeared in criss-cross patterns, marking the smooth, tanned flesh and transforming the dusky nipples into a dark, crimson hue. "Sexy sister, you don't know how long I've waited for this - hungered to feel the stiffness of these nipples between my lips, the taste of your fat cunt on my tongue and the soft meat of your magnificent buttocks between my teeth ." Evelyn lapped at Maria's painfully swollen nipples, biting them hard, adding to the pain of the whip-lashes. "Move, slut bitch Maria, bend forward and open your ass-cheeks wide. Give your sweet ass-hole to my brother and me to suck." Maria refused to comply and received two stinging lashes on her shuddering, round buttocks. With great difficulty, due to her bound wrists, she managed to part her fat buttock cheeks, exposing her tight pink anus to her assailants. Evelyn promptly spat a big gob of saliva into the crevice and shoved her slim middle finger up the puckered ass-hole. With sporadic lashings, the struggling, stumbling naked woman was led towards the bathroom. Evelyn could not get over the fact of how much Maria's body resembled their mother's. "Maria, hun, we must also get Stevie to tell you about one of the main reasons why he desires you so much -- your body looks just like our mother's." "Oh god, Stephen, is there no limit to your decadence? Don't tell me you fucked your mother as well?" "Sweetheart, only when you enter the world of incest can you fully appreciate the vital link between sexual perversion and sexual pleasure." Maria's mind sought to assimilate this new tidbit of her husband's corruption. The couple had always enjoyed kinky sex -- the kinkier the better! How could she have been so blind to his depraved desires? The very thought that her husband's perversions revolved around the taboo practice of incest and the fact that she would soon be forced to indulge in this forbidden act, made her heart beat faster. She could feel the overflowing wetness of her pussy juice trickling down her thigh. Evelyn prodded Maria onto her hands and knees on the cold bathroom floor, continuing to flog her buttocks and breasts with the cat-o-nine-tails. Stephen could see tiny streaks of blood staining the satiny swell of her rounded buttocks. Maria continued to struggle to free her bonds, while her libido reveled in the sweetness of the agony and the sinfulness of the experience. She suddenly felt a gut-wrenching pain followed by faintness as her ass-hole was violated viciously with a thick dildo. "Slut bitch, Maria, Sis will now purify you to receive our gifts of love." Stephen stuffed the dildo deeper into his wife's anus as his sister pressed her face against Maria's, "But before the purification process, would you like to lick your husband's cum off my face?" Maria heard a voice, barely above a whisper, say, "Yes." She realized that it was her own voice. She looked at the splatters of milky, viscous semen on Evelyn's pronounced pink cheekbones, chin, forehead and finely lined eyebrows. Her tongue flicked out, hesitatingly at first. Licking, and then greedily lapping up her husband's seed from his sister's face. It tasted uniquely of Stephen, only the aroma and pungency was more pronounced -- was this because of more intense passion? Although Maria had enjoyed lesbian encounters before, she could feel the difference in the sexual energy now. Evie's skin was so smooth and silky -- and the taste of the semen on her flesh was immediately arousing and exciting not just because she was a sexy, desirable woman but more because her husband desired her, as well. Evelyn moaned softly, her warm, fragrant breathing caressing Maria's ear. The betrayed wife felt her anger dissipate rapidly, as her body's arousal heightened. Her arms and inner thighs goose-fleshed and her pussy began salivating profusely. And it was only a matter of seconds before Maria's hungry lips sought out Evelyn's mouth. Tongue for tongue, saliva for saliva and breath for breath, the two naked women enjoyed each other. One full-bodied, golden skinned figure kneeling, hands tied behind her back, as the slim, tanned firm-bodied redhead pleasured her with her hands and mouth until she cried out with rapture and pain. Abruptly, Evelyn stopped her caresses and instructed her brother to help his wife lie down on her back. "Slut sister, you are now ready to be purified." Maria wondered what the purification process involved. She didn't have to wait long for her answer as her sister squatted over her face. The pink, flaring labia of her smooth, hairless cunt were hungrily open and an amber stream of clear liquid shot out with a warm hiss from her piss-hole. "Open your mouth, bitch, drink up my pure piss!" Stephen pushed Maria's head up, tugging on her thick head of hair, and pressing her mandibles hard to force her mouth open as his sister's pussy poured out a stream of urine into Maria's mouth. It overflowed gurglingly onto her breasts and body. Evelyn kept shifting her position until her sister's entire face and head were soaked with hot, aromatic piss. "Good girl," exhorted Stephen, "now let me purify both my cunts." Evelyn giggled since she knew what was coming next. She hugged Maria's slippery, wet form and huddled tightly as Stephen held his penis like a hose-pipe to spray warm, golden urine all over his sister and wife's clutching, naked forms. Evelyn shrieked wildly and opened her mouth to catch her brother's piss and Stephen was surprised that even Maria had gotten into the spirit of their depravity by craning her neck out to capture some of his amber liquid in her mouth. He obliged her by pushing his cock between her lips to let her drink the final spurts of his hot pee. Maria never knew that the feel and taste of piss could be so exciting even though it had a stinging effect on her painful welts. She sucked on her husband's penis as it rapidly firmed up and began knocking against the roof of her mouth. He pulled it out with a loud "pop" and slapped Maria's large buttocks asking, "Now that you have been 'purified', my slut bitch, what would you like to do?" "I want to see you suck your slut sister's cunt. But before that, could you untie my hands?" "No, bitch, your punishment has just begun. Sis, give this fat cunt something nice to chew on." Evelyn took out a pair of soiled panties from her bag and, after soaking it in the pool of urine on the floor, pushed the soggy undergarment into Maria's mouth and spread her fat ass-cheeks to check the buzzing dildo in her ass-hole. She then slid her head under Maria's crotch, lying down in an 'L' formation so that her mouth could gobble on her sister's pussy and her own body could be open to her brother's manipulations and in full view of Maria. Responding to his wife's request, Stephen dived between his sister's legs. Hands cupping her firm buttocks and face rubbing into her sopping wet crotch, the depraved brother mouthed his sister's hungry cunt, savoring the smells, delicacy and taste of her intimate femininity. His agile tongue would emerge and plunge into her fuck-hole again and again, laving the glistening, unfurled labia and stabbing the protruding clitoral button until she shivered with pleasure. From time to time, Stephen would lift his head up from his labor of lust, to look at Maria -- his face glistened with his sister's juices and he licked his lips with pleasure. "Maria, you just have to taste Sis's pussy juice to understand why I love it so much!" Maria sucked harder on her sister's piss soaked panties; the stone cold reality and the depths of depravity that her husband and his sister had sunk to were beginning to overpower her. The sight of Stephen performing cunnilingus on his sister; the pleasure of Evelyn's expert mouth on her cunt and the heady aroma and taste of urine, sweat and sex were making her feel strangely light-headed. Evelyn moaned and talked dirty as she nibbled on Maria's swollen clit. The captive sex-slave opened her thighs wider and ground her hairy pubis harder into her sister's face. "Mmmm... more, amore Maria... your pussy is sooooo delicious ... Stevie has been a very bad boy, keeping you to himself for so long..." Maria spat out the piss-soaked panties so that she could speak. "Stephen, what kind of a pussy, mother-fucker are you? You call that tongue-fucking your slut-bitch sister? Move out of the way and let me show you how to tongue fuck a nasty cunt like your sister's!" Stephen smiled wryly at his wife's sudden aggression. Evelyn changed her position so that Maria, who was on her hands and knees, could eat her wide open pussy. "Go for it, suck my sister's sopping wet cunt, my fat cum-slut!" Stephen slapped his wife's soft, resilient rump. He dangled his erection in front of sister's face, enticing her wicked mouth to quickly engulf it like a hungry child mouthing the nipple of its mother's milk engorged breast. Hands still tied behind her back, the sensuous Latino bent down to bury her face into her sister's dripping pussy. She worked it thoroughly with slow up and down tongue strokes, followed by repeated stabs at the swollen clitoris. Maria could taste her husband's cum inside Evelyn's vagina -- the knowledge that she was drinking the juice of incest from a sister's vessel just after it had serviced her brother's instrument of pleasure gave her excitement a sharper, darker edge. Evelyn moaned as she sucked her brother's thick cock and Maria's mouth moved lower, to her sensitive perineum region. The nibbling, wet lips and snaking tongue edged closer to the rim of her tense anus, flicking at the tiny red hairs that lined the puckered rim. Maria looked up at her husband and remarked, "Now, I know why you love your sister's cunt so much, you mother-fucking pervert!" Stephen smiled, "Yes, my cum-slut, now you too can share in our joys of incest." He withdrew his cock from his sister's mouth and knelt behind Maria, parting her heavy buttocks to remove the buzzing vibrator and replacing it with his throbbing, thickly veined cock that glistened with his sister's saliva. Without ceremony, he ripped deep into his wife's tight anus. Her body shook with the force of his penetration and Maria screamed into Evelyn's cunt, biting hard on her clitoris. Evelyn's hands clutched her sister's head tighter to her pussy, grinding her labia into her teeth, lips and hungry mouth. "Ohhhh... little brother, tear your slut wife's ass-hole with that sweet cock of yours!" Rivulets of shiny sweat ran down Stephen's sinewy body as he plundered his wife's anus. He could feel her insides tensing and contracting, squeezing his cock spasmodically as he jack-hammered her shit-hole. His sister's eyes rolled upwards with intense pleasure as his wife continued to tongue-fuck her cunt mercilessly. Maria sensed his imminent cumming, "Stephen, I want you to cum all over your sister!" The obedient husband pulled out of his wife's ass-hole just as the orgasm hit him. He quickly moved over Evelyn and sprayed his hot spunk all over his sister who raised her face to receive her brother's copious offerings in her mouth and all over her face. He crooked his knees, bending lower so that she could take the dangling organ into her mouth -- he knew how much his sister enjoyed sucking his cock. She shuddered as the ecstasy simultaneously washed over both women. Maria continued mouthing her sister's vagina and drinking up her cum until the girl's slim frame shook with the intensity of her release. Screams, whimpers and groans filled the air as the depraved trio reached their individual orgasms. As Maria recovered from her stupor, she could hear the shower and the hot water running in the tub. The bathroom was steamy within seconds. She saw that Stephen was lying down in the bathtub; his mean looking erection sticking out of the water like an obscene buoy. She tried to raise herself from the cold floor tiles but kept slipping down due to her tightly bound hands. Evelyn helped her into the tub but refused to untie her. Maria was just beginning to warm up to the sexual perversity of the situation. "Stephen, I want you to tell me all about the first time you fucked your sister. And, I want your brother-fucking cunt of a sister to fuck you while you tell me your story." Evelyn giggled and quickly positioned herself on her brother's cock, taking it up her well-lubricated snatch, all the way to the hilt. With her back to him, Stephen's energetic older sister rode her brother's hard dick with reckless abandon. Maria was sitting at the far end of the bathtub watching the rutting siblings until Evelyn asked her to come closer to her so that she could "suck the beejazuz out of that delicious hairy twat!" The Personal Diary of Jennifer Saunders Entry dated: October 28th, 1996: Great news - Mike and I have successfully managed my 'nymphomania'. I am really excited about this and I think Mike is just as excited as me, maybe more! The Closet allows me to suck and fuck different guys at least 3 to 4 times a week. Weekends are just reserved for Mike. Let me tell you more about the Closet. Mike had brought his carpenter friend, Richard, over and briefed him about our concept of the Closet. Rich made alterations to our present wardrobe closet by fashioning a door that was constructed of fine wooden ply less than ¼"in thickness. There was enough space inside for a man to stand. A peephole was drilled, along with air vents and piped-in air conditioning for extra comfort. The main feature was a vertical oval slot of 4" diameter through which the stud could stick out his meat -- the thinness of the ply would allow maximum penis length to protrude. Mike would arrange to bring along one of his buddies in the evening and secrete him in the Closet so I didn't know who he was. The 'meat', as we called him, would be handcuffed and gagged with one of my soiled panties. Of course, we had to be sure that the man was physically fit and wouldn't pass out with the intensity of the encounter. And, most importantly, that he was not claustrophobic! I had told Mike that he could join in if he wanted to, or watch. He preferred to watch because I could see his shadow, jerking off outside our bedroom door. Of course, there were rules. None of Mike's friends could call me afterwards and discuss their Closet experience -- if they violated the rules, they were struck off our repeat visit list. And, unless there was an emergency, they were not allowed to try and open the Closet door and have full body contact with me. The Closet Ch. 04 "Stephen, I want you to tell me all about the first time you fucked your sister. And, I want your brother-fucking cunt of a sister to fuck you while you tell me your story." In the steamy bathroom, Stephen Saunders lay in the tub as the slim redhead, his older sister, Evelyn, energetically bounced on his thick cock, her perky, pink-nippled tits jiggling wildly. Her face was buried in the hairy crotch of her sister, Stephen's wife, Maria, a tall, full-bodied dusky-skinned Latino, who towered over the fornicating siblings. Her hands were bound behind her back and she ground her pelvis into her sister-in-law's agile tongue. As he spoke, Stephen was transported once again to their family home in Ohio. It was the autumn of 1996, he was eighteen and his sister, nineteen - and they had just discovered the joys of incestual sex. Their mutual masturbation and oral gratification games were fun but Stevie wanted more. He wanted Evie to let him fuck her like they had watched their parents doing. Although sexually promiscuous, his older sister confided to him that she was saving her virginity for her husband. Evie was very popular amongst her school friends whom she dated often, but she would not allow the boys to proceed further than sucking her titties or feeling up her pussy through her clothes. One evening, they were in Evie's room and both children were as naked as jaybirds. "Doctor" Stevie had just finished examining and administering healing therapy to his sister's pussy. This usually took the form of mouth-to-cunt resuscitation and the boy was still licking the copious juices from the frail girl's flaxen haired pussy as they talked about their sexual fantasies. "Evie, you know that my greatest desire is to fuck your sweet cunny with my pecker!" "Silly boy, I know that! But that's not really a fantasy since we are very close to fucking anyway. What else do you really, really want to do and have hot, wet dreams about?" Stevie blushed and his sister smiled knowingly, "I know...I know what little Stevie wants to do..." Putting on a brave front, the boy dared his sister to guess the truth. "What will you give me, little brother, if I am correct?" "Anything you want!" "I'm guessing that what little Stevie wants most is to fuck Mommy!" The boy's face turned redder as his sister grabbed hold of his shrunken penis and tweaked its pink head, giggling, "Bro, are you sure this lil' fella won't get lost in our Mommy's big hole?" Blistering under his sister's jibe, Stevie pulled his sister's head into his lap as her lips found his cock which was began to grow rapidly on her skillful tongue. "I don't see you complaining about my size, Sis ... it's like you told me once, it doesn't matter to a woman how big a man's cock is but what he does with it!" "Hahaha, big boy, and what do you intend to do with your cock once you have your way with our mother?" "Well, first, I will trace the outline of her body, starting with her head, down her neck, boobs, tummy, ass, right down to her toes, with my leaking cock-head." "Just like this..?" Evelyn teased her brother by brushing her face against his now erect and dribbling cock, moving herself downwards, tracing a wet line down her body until it stopped at the crevice of her pussy. She clasped the stiff organ between her thighs and began moving back and forth, dry-humping her brother's captive cock. "And then, what will you do to Mommy?" Stevie was now distracted by his sister's intimate massage and stuttered a bit before responding, "Ahhh... well... I will then make Mommy suck my cock to make it grow even bigger and stronger." "Silly boy, if you make Mommy suck your cock before you fuck her, then you will cum in her mouth and it will take you much longer before you can get it up again to fuck her." "Sis, there is a method to my madness... we've both seen how much our mother loves to suck Dad's cum so I'm pretty sure that once she takes my cock in her mouth, she's not gonna let me go until she makes me cum in her mouth. And when that happens, it will take me that much longer to cum again. So, I can fuck Mommy for much longer!" Evelyn smiled at his wicked logic, "You're a real devil, aren't you brother dear?" Spitting on his cock to lubricate it, the lust-driven girl stroked and massaged her brother's cock with her soft hands. Pushing further, Evie asked, "Tell me honestly, little brother, if you could fuck only one person, who would you pick - Mommy or me?" Stevie knew that this was a very tricky question and his further sexual progress with his sister depended on giving the right answer. "That's easy -- I'd rather fuck Mommy! Don't take this wrong, Sis, you're awesome but Mom is waaay too hot." OK. He'd played his card; let's hope it had the desired effect on his sister. Evelyn smarted at the response. She was upset that her brother preferred to have sex with their mother rather than with her. "What if you could fuck me today and every day, would you still prefer to hold out for Mom?" Stevie scratched his head, pretending to give it deep thought -- his heart jumped with joy because his ploy had worked. "Well, maybe I might change my mind then seeing as how it is you, my sister, who's introduced me to sex; I would rather have all my 'firsts' with you. First masturbation, first suck and now first fuck." "OK. It's settled then, let's fuck, little brother! But you have to promise me that you will pull out before you cum in me." "Awesome, Sis! But don't you think it would be more exciting if we had our first fuck while watching Mom and Dad fucking?" "Little brother, you really are a sly devil!" Evelyn giggled, as they planned to meet outside their parents' bedroom at night. All through dinner, both children were very distracted and preoccupied. Their parents commented on this and got the response that they had a lot of school-work to catch up on, so they wanted to finish dinner early that night. Brother and sister however, could not refrain from their usual 'secret game' of playing with each other's genitals under the table as they wolfed their food. They could hardly contain their excitement until 9:00 pm -- which was the time that Mom and Dad usually went to bed and had sex. Evie heard her brother's knock on her door promptly at 8:30 pm. He popped his face in to whisper that he had just seen them go into their bedroom. Evelyn had brushed her dark, red tresses back into a ponytail, further accentuating her high cheekbones and delicate features. She had applied deep red lipstick and mascara. Her green eyes shone with mischief as she slipped on her flimsiest nightwear, a white with pink floral, knee length tunic of fine cotton, held up by spaghetti straps. She had specially selected this because she knew that the fabric was practically see-thru against the light. Brother and sister tip-toed towards their parents' bedroom and were not disappointed as they heard the moaning sounds of love-making coming through the open door. They smiled at each other as they noticed that the bedroom door was open wider than usual. Evelyn, who was leading the way, peeped in first as her brother pushed himself against her body, molding his spare frame against her back and peering over her shoulder at the scene. The boy had slyly pushed up the hem of his sister's tunic over her rounded buttocks and was rubbing his exposed cock-head against her naked ass as they spied on their parents. Jenny and Mike Saunders knew all about their children's explorations of incest and encouraged their voyeuristic pleasures by keeping their bedroom door open whenever they had sex. The hedonistic parents wanted to put on a special show for the youngsters tonight - their behavior at the dinner table indicated that brother and sister were planning something special that night. In keeping with their usual practice, one child would relate to the other, what their parents were doing. It was Evelyn's turn that night to do the narration. "Stevie, I want you to do to me whatever Dad is doing to Mom." "Dad is sitting up against the headboard of the bed; his hairy, heavy body is fully naked and Mom is sitting on his face. Her big, bouncy boobs are wobbling all over the place and her hairy cunt is being eaten up by Dad. He is squeezing her fat buttocks and feeding on her pussy. Dad's cock is an angry shade of red and its veins are thick and bulging. God, what I wouldn't give to have my lips around that monster!" Evie placed a towel on the carpeted floor and asked Stevie to lie down on it as she pulled her tunic up, bunching it around her waist and squatting over her brother's face. The boy grasped his sister's firm buttocks and opened his mouth wide to suck her moistening pussy lips. "Mom is shoving her cunt hard into Dad's face. Her eyes are squeezed tightly shut and she is whimpering with pleasure. Dad is squeezing her ass-globes tighter and savagely gobbling up her pussy like a bear sucking on a honey-pot." Evie energetically copied her mother's body movements as she felt her brother's tongue, lips and teeth responding with equal fervor on her labia and clitoris. The boy mouthed his sister's juicy slit which smelled of fresh flowers and cinnamon. He sucked her slippery nether lips between his own lips and nibbled at the swollen clit. "Mmmmmm... you do that so well, sweetie... Dad has now pushed Mom into the doggy position and is moving behind to fuck her!" "Great! It's payday!!" thought Stevie as Evie assumed the doggie position; she had turned around so that she was facing the open door and they could both continue to watch and duplicate their parents' actions. The boy pulled his sister's tunic off her slim, white body. Evie spat on her brother's now rock hard penis, rubbing the saliva into the throbbing, hot stem. For extra precaution, Stevie had slathered thick gobs of KY jelly on his prick to ensure smooth entry into his sister's virginal vagina. She reached back to part her firm cheeks and offer her virgin cunt to her brother, like she saw her mother doing for her father. "Dad has now pushed his cock all the way up Mom's cunt and is fucking her like crazy. She is shoving her ass back and forth into his crotch to get as much of his cock inside her fuck-hole as she can. Greedy Mommy!" The children heard their mother mouthing obscenities as their father fucked her. "Fuck me, Mike! Fuck your cock-whore, harder! Ram your poker deep into my cunny and shove your balls in too! Just imagine that you are raping our daughter's virgin pussy!" "Yes, my fat, fuck-slut, take your Daddy's meat up your hot, sloppy twat... just like you want to do with our son's virgin pecker!' Both brother and sister were shocked to hear that their parents shared the same fantasies that they did -- of committing incest with them. This revelation pushed the young couple over the edge. Whatever little doubts that had plagued little Stevie's fevered mind about fucking his sister, quickly disappeared as he plunged his stiff penis into her juicy, welcoming pink petals. He clumsily moved his hips back and forth, as he saw his father doing, pumping his stiff poker deeper and deeper into his sister's hot, caressing pussy. The boy marveled at how natural this sexual union felt and how deep and intimate their bonding had become. This wonderful and simple act of fornication could no longer be called 'fucking' but more appropriately, 'love-making', as the boy's heart overflowed with consuming desire for his sister. "Ohhhh... dear Stevie...love me...show your sister how much you love her ... fill me harder with your sweet tool... deeper, deeper!" The boy hesitated momentarily as his cock met with brief resistance at her hymen. Evie reached behind, clutched her brother's skinny buttocks and pulled his body hard to hers, taking his prick fully inside her, all the way up to the hilt. There was a slapping sound as his smooth pelvis smacked against the silkiness of her buttocks. A sharp searing pain ripped through her body and she could feel his lance liberating her; transforming her from girl to woman. Evie's whimpering "ooh...ooh...ooh" sounds made her brother slacken his pace for fear that he was hurting her; but despite her fuzziness due to the onset of pain, Evie urged her brother, "Don't stop, baby, please don't stop... fuck your sister harder ... I want to feel your cock touching me deep; deep inside me ... in my most private and untouched places." Stevie resumed his labor of love. He still could not believe that he was living out his darkest fantasy of impregnating his virgin sister with his four and a half inches long cock. He could now understand why fucking was the most desirable of sexual acts -- it was easily the most pleasurable for both participants. Moreover, the fact that they were indulging in the forbidden practice of incest made the fucking doubly enjoyable. Through her pain and gradually increasing pleasure, Evie could hear herself urging Stevie to keep fucking her harder and harder. Their parents had changed positions and were now lying in the spooning position -- Dad was pumping Mom from the back, one leg draped over her curvy, alabaster hip. Jenny and Mike had guessed rightly about this being a special night in their children's sex life. Even though Stevie and Evie were trying hard to keep their voices down, the sexual tension of the occasion, made it impossible to do so. The horny mother could see that her son was no longer a child. Stevie's cock was thick as a bludgeon and was plunging with reckless abandon into his sister's fledgling vagina. What it lacked in length, it more than made up for in its thickness; she shivered at the nasty thought of taking her son's cock up her ass. Flecks of virginal blood dotted Evie's pale white body and splattered the boy's torso. Stevie was somewhat intimidated by the blood but his sister's encouraging voice steadied his nerves, as brother and sister changed their positions to match their parents'. Stevie was horrified to see that his penis looked like a bloody sword that had plundered the most private and intimate part of his sister's body. The black 'fleur-de-lis' birthmark on the acorn head contrasted starkly against the crimson, like an obscenely bizarre work of art. His mother called it the mark of royalty. Sensing her brother's hesitation, Evie thrust her hungry pussy back into her brother's groin, urging him to sheathe his glorious weapon once again into her welcoming scabbard, squishing noisily with the warm juices. Jenny whispered to her husband that their son had successfully deflowered their daughter. Both husband and wife were filled with the joy of this important milestone in their children's journey into the forbidden and obsessive world of incestual love. The parents' love-making was fired by the eroticism of their own shameless exhibitionism and watching their children's first fornication. Jenny grabbed hold of her flailing tits and sucked their pink snouts as Mike rammed her cunt mercilessly. "Ohhhh...Mike, my darling cunt-fucking cock-slave ... fuck me up my ass! I want your big fat dick filling up my shit-hole so tight and deep that you make me cry!" Stevie and Evie quickened their pace to match the galloping rhythm of their parents. Mom now lay on her back and had raised her lower torso high so that Dad took hold of her parted thighs, spat large gobs of saliva into her pink, puckered ass-hole and plunged his slimy cock all the way up her anal orifice. Evie's pain was now almost totally replaced by breathless pleasure as her brother's energetic dick plumbed her virginal depths. She continued to whimper, "oooh... "ooh...ooh...ooh," as tears of joy streamed down the corners of her eyes. She had never imagined that fucking could be so wildly pleasurable. And her wily brother added to her enjoyment by fingering her ass-hole and tweaking her clitoris. Evie could feel Stevie's cock tensing inside her sheath and his frantic pumping told her that he was ready to cum. Her own orgasm was imminent and she pleaded for him to hold back for a few seconds more until she was ready. To distract himself, Stevie tried hard not to focus on his sister's soft, pliant pink nippled tits that jiggled with their love-making, or the burning desire in her bright green eyes which implored him to fuck her harder and, most of all, the warmth and wetness of her tight vagina which systematically squeezed his bludgeoning organ. The boy's efforts were rewarded within seconds as he felt his sister's slim body shudder spasmodically with the waves of ecstasy that overtook her. She still refused to release her brother's cock, tying her legs tightly around his hips. Buried deep within his sister's most intimate recess, Stevie could feel his own flood-gates overloading and almost reaching bursting point. He forcibly withdrew his blood-stained tool from his sister's confining pussy as it erupted furiously, spraying his gooey, sticky cream all over her face and body. Their first sinful coupling consummated, brother and sister panted with exertion and exchanged gentle kisses, nibbles and caresses. Silky fingers skimmed over fevered flesh and explored no-longer-private crevices, the siblings watched with slow, simmering excitement as their mother and father climaxed with loud vulgarity and copious sprays of milky cum. Both children were fascinated at the way their mother greedily licked off their father's cum from his shrinking cock and massaged the splatters of semen into her soft, white flesh. And it was not long before the aroused siblings were ready to fuck again, in synch with their parents' second round. The sweet sensations of his sister's mouth on his penis brought Stephen back to the present. Through the steam and the spray of the shower, he saw the same glittering green eyes looking up at him but instead of the innocence, they reflected the dark hunger that he often saw in his own eyes. Maria was now sitting in the tub beside Evelyn and both women were sharing Stephen's cock, licking it and sucking each other's tongues. Evelyn removed Maria's bonds and made her assume the doggy position as she parted her heavy butt-cheeks, to allow entry to her brother's tumescent prong into Maria's ass-hole. His prick, which had been well lubricated by the mouthings of both his sister and his wife, plunged smoothly into his wife's tight, brown anus. As he ass-fucked his wife, his sister thrust her smooth, shaved pussy into Maria's face. In between mouthfuls of her sister's succulent cunt juice, Maria asked Stephen to tell her about the first time that he had fucked his mother. Stephen smiled - he had expected this question sooner. He slapped his wife's generous buttocks hard as his cock furiously drilled her ass and he recalled the fateful day when he visited the Closet and fucked his mother. The Closet Ch. 05 The Closet: Part 5 A Tale of Unusual Depravity Stephen recalled the first time he discovered the Closet -- very excited by his unusual find, he had related the story to his older sister, Evelyn. He had come upon it purely by accident. He had returned home early from school and, seeing an unfamiliar car parked in their driveway, went through the house looking for the visitor. He couldn't see anyone around. Evie was supposed to go to a friend's place for lunch but Mom was nowhere to be seen. The perplexed boy called out for his mother but was greeted with total silence until he passed his parents' bedroom door through which he could hear muffled sounds. Stevie cautiously turned the doorknob, which was unlocked, and peered into the room. He was taken aback with the scene inside. His mother was totally naked and kneeling on a settee which was positioned against the bedroom closet. A tumescent, purple-headed cock was sticking out of a hole in the Closet and his mother held it with both hands and sucked it greedily. Although eighteen, the boy had never come across nor read about such a perverse sexual practice before. Mom obviously didn't care about the identity of the man inside the Closet -- all she wanted to do was to suck the huge cock and pleasure herself with it. Stevie felt himself getting hard and undid his trousers to free his erect prick which he began stroking methodically; rubbing the oozing pre-cum all over the smooth crown and pulling down slowly on the thickly veined stalk. The dark 'fleur-de-lis' shaped birthmark on the head stood out starkly on the inflamed, red cap. Mom was talking to the prick between sucks, cooing and spitting on it. Stevie just couldn't get enough of his mother's naked body - the alabaster white flesh with the sagging 38D titties whose pink tips grazed the cushions as she mouthed the nodding penis; the soft undulating belly, the tangled thatch of dark pubic hair and the over-large dimpled butt cheeks that trembled like jelly with her every move. Each and every delectable nook and cranny of his mother's mature body was imprinted on the boy's mind. Both Stevie and his sister, Evie, enjoyed their sessions of voyeurism and incestuous sex while spying on their parent's love-making. "Jenny loves the taste of PurpleCock ...soooo yummy and meaty! I think PurpleCock is ready now for Jenny's hungry cunny...hold on ..." Stevie's mother turned her back to the Closet and, sticking her ass up in the air, reached behind to position the cock at the entrance of her bushy cunt. With a loud squishing sound, she shoved her hips back - her butt slapped against the Closet door as her sopping wet pussy swallowed the entire nine inch length of engorged cock. Moaning loudly with pleasure, Mom began grinding and milking the captive instrument with her vaginal muscles, working the bulging-veined stalk in and out furiously. Stevie could hear the groaning sounds increasing from inside the Closet. "Now, PurpleCock, you must behave ... don't you dare cum inside Mommy's cunt or anywhere else until I tell you to!" Jenny took great pride in her ability to provide maximum pleasure to her sexual partners. She could make even her husband Mike cum at least twice in each of their sessions -- which, she felt was quite an achievement because, in her opinion, Mike had a lower sex drive than the average male. The energetic full-bodied woman suddenly noticed that the bedroom door was ajar and she could see the barely hidden form of her son, Stevie, whose trousers were at his feet as he jerked his erect rod. The lust-driven mother smiled and her movements became more animated. She cupped her hands around her large, hanging boobs and began to squeeze them, slowly raising them to her lips. Her tongue flicked out to jab one stiff pink nipple and then the other. She gradually took more and more of each breast into her mouth, chewing and sucking hard on the nipple just like her son, Stevie, did to her in her fantasies. Mom's fat buttocks kept slapping the Closet door, loud and fast. Stevie felt his cock growing bigger and thicker in his hand, he wished that it was his mother's hand jerking him off instead of his own. He wondered how her nipples tasted; wishing that he could help his mother by chewing her nipples instead of her having to do it herself. A dark and jealous rage filled him at the helplessness of watching his mother pleasure herself with a faceless cock while her son, who could satisfy her needs better, just watched and jacked himself off. " PurpleCock, I can feel you're ready to cum ... OK, now ... fire off... pour your cream all over Mommy... yes ... yes....oh, yessss!" Mom had pulled the cock out of her cunt and held the swollen, livid member to her face. She grasped the spitting penis tightly, spraying the milky cum into her open mouth and all over her face and breasts. Her other hand massaged and stuffed busy fingers into her leaking pussy until she finally came with jerking, shuddering movements. "Ohhhh my god...that was awesome, PurpleCock ... come to Mamma, you darling fuck-tool..." Stevie's mother caressed her full lips, cheeks, eyelids and face with the now flaccid tube of meat. She whispered to it like a loving pet, with nibbling kisses and sucks until the instrument began rising once again. "Good boy, are we ready now to do Mommy's starving ass-hole?" The inflamed, large organ nodded in agreement as Jenny positioned it against her puckered pink ass-hole. Just as Stevie's mother prepared to take the giant cock up her ass, his own pecker bucked and ejaculated thick ropes of white cum all over his hands and on the carpeted floor. His cry of pleasure was overheard by his mother who looked across the room and gazed into his eyes -- conveying an unspoken message that "It's OK... you can watch me, as I watch you ... I want you just as much as you want me!" Jenny smiled at her son and whispered, "Soon ... very soon..." just before she took the impatient cock up her ass. The sex-obsessed mother ass-fucked the Closet cock for another 5 -- 8 minutes before they came again. This time, Mommy took the cock out of her ass and popped it straight into her mouth, gulping down the entire load of cum. When she was done, Mom licked the cock-head clean and shiny, the only evidence of her greediness was the little overflow of cum that dribbled down the corners of her mouth and stuck to her chin. Stevie had just finished telling his sister about the incident -- they played with each other's privates, arousing themselves as he narrated the story. Evie picked up her skirt and climbed onto her brother's lap, facing him. She pushed her panties aside and took his erection up her tight, wet pussy. Brother and sister panted as she rode his cock with fevered urgency, her mouth pressed on his, sucking his tongue. It was over within seconds and Evie quickly dismounted and applied her mouth to her brother's erupting cock, draining his vitality. She loved the bitter-sweet taste of his semen which tickled her tongue and her taste-buds as it washed down her throat. Her panties felt soggy with her own juices and she peeled them off and threw them at her brother's face. She knew how much he enjoyed sucking her juices from her soiled undergarments. While excited by their mother's unusual sexual antics, both children were also disturbed at what they interpreted as her cheating on their father. They decided that Stevie should talk to Dad at the first opportunity and break the news to him as gently as he could. That same evening, after dinner, Evie took Mom into the kitchen for some work, giving her brother a chance to talk to their father alone. Mike had sensed that there was something disturbing the children and when he heard his son's cautious revelation, he laughed out loud with relief. Stevie was taken aback by his father's response and listened quietly as the older Saunders explained to his son about the concept behind the Closet. The boy had a sheepish smile on his face when his father informed him that the idea had been his mother's and was intended as a cure for her nymphomania. He told him about how the process worked and the fact that while Mom could get fucked by a new cock every day, there was no risk of her forming attachments with the owner of the Closet cock. Thanking his son for being concerned about his parents' relationship, Mike asked, "But tell me, son, apart from your apprehension about your mother carrying out secret sexual liaisons without my knowledge, what did you think of your mother fucking the Closet cocks?" "Well, Dad, to be honest, it really turned me on -- made me jack off twice as I watched Mom using the cock to fuck herself - making herself as well as the Closet cock cum." "But..?" Mike could feel his son's "but" coming. "Dad, I don't know how you will take this, but Mom really turns me on. I was really jealous of the Closet cock..." "I know - you wish that it was your cock that your mother was sucking and fucking." "I guess I am really perverted..." the boy averted his father's gaze and looked down at the floor. "No, not really ... your mother and I know that you and your sister have been having sex and watching us have sex too. I know that old-fashioned people call it incest and consider it a taboo. But your mother and I think it's real love and absolutely OK. These days when families are drifting apart, we feel that incest builds stronger and deeper family bonds and lasting relationships. Did you tell your sister about your mother and the Closet?" "Yes, Dad, I did." "What was her response?" "To tell you the truth, it really turned us both on -- we fucked as I told her about it. See, Dad, even now I'm getting hard just telling you and thinking about it." Stevie's father smiled as his son unzipped his fly and his erect penis sprung out. It was an inflamed red hue and the shiny head that bore the black birth-mark throbbed ominously. The impressed father gave a low whistle of admiration, "Yes, son, I can see that your Mom's sexual games have really turned you on." Mike cupped his son's dangling balls, gently weighing them. His index finger rubbed the pre-cum droplets all over the rapidly thickening stalk. He wrapped his fingers around his son's hot erection, slowly stroking. Stevie thrust his hips forward, enjoying his father's caresses and cautiously looked up to ask him, "So, Dad, you think it's OK to want to fuck your mother?" His father laughed softly, his hand pumped his son's penis more rapidly, "You know something, son? Your Mom has wanted to fuck you too for a while. So, it's not only OK to want to fuck your Mom but your Dad will help you to do it." "You see son, your Mom is dying to have sex with you but is afraid of the 'I' word -- 'Incest' But your Dad will work that out, leave it to me." The indulgent father hugged his son lovingly, his strokes becoming brisker and more urgent. He popped the index finger of his other hand into his mouth to wet it before pushing his hand into the boy's trousers, skimming down his smooth buttocks and ass crack to insert the first digit into his son's tight ass-hole. As soon as the boy felt the painful yet exciting sensation of his father's finger probing his ass-hole, he gasped loudly, "Dad, I'm cumming ... oh... oh... oh..." Mike squeezed out the last few drops of semen from his son's shrinking cock into his hand. He noticed that that Stevie's wails of pleasure had brought Jenny and their daughter rushing back into the room to see what was happening. Mother and daughter peered over his shoulder with interest at what father and son were engaged in. The pungent smell of fresh sperm and Mike's wet hand gave it all away. Stevie's father had scooped up as much of his son's copious semen into his hand as he could and held it up to his wife. Some of Stevie's cum dripped onto the dining room floor. The boy blushed profusely as he hurriedly pushed his penis back into his trousers, but both mother and daughter looked knowingly at each other and laughed out loud. Evie put her arm around her 'little' brother and very soon it was inside his trousers, feeling his moist penis. She giggled and whispered into his ear asking how it felt getting a hand-job from their Dad. Stevie glared at his sister, his face turning an even brighter shade of red. "Mike, why don't you let me clean up your hand?" Jenny grabbed hold of her husband's hand and began sucking their son's juices from his cupped palm and licking it off his fingers. Later, Mike took his son aside and whispered his plan of action into his ear. Little Stevie's smile grew wider as he listened closely as to how he could "have his Mommy's cunny and eat it too -- without her finding out that she was fucking her own son." The following day, both brother and sister came home early from school. Stevie had informed his sister about the plan that he and Dad had worked out. Since Evie did not know how Dad would react to her knowing about their scheme, she promised to keep out of sight until zero hour. Their mother was not at home when the children arrived. Evie went up to her room and hid there, waiting and watching until her mother went to her bedroom. Stevie's father came home next and took the boy into their bedroom to prepare him for the Closet. He asked his son to disrobe totally and sit naked on his parent's bed. Mike noticed that their son was already developing a fine, sinewy body and his penis, which was very large and thick for an eighteen year old, had already started rising in response to the erotic nature of the situation. Mike brought his can of shaving foam which he sprayed on his son's pelvic region, rubbing the foam thoroughly into his soft, white flesh. The depraved father took the opportunity to massage his son's soft dangling balls and stroke the thickly veined penis until it stood proudly erect - hard and red. The dark birth-mark on the shiny crown was very pronounced. He then took his razor and expertly shaved off the wisps of downy pubic hair until Stevie's crotch was smooth and shiny. The proud father looked with admiration at his son's magnificent erection and knew that Stevie's mother too would be proud of their son's wonderful tool. He briefed the boy about the rules of the Closet. His hands would be tied behind his back; his penis was the only part of him that was allowed to protrude outside the Closet; he was not to speak or say anything that would reveal his identity to his mother; and, only in case of an emergency could he be allowed to kick open the Closet door and free himself. As a final touch, Mike dipped his fingers into a small vial of perfume gel and massaged it on his son's tumescent dick, "OK, son, you're ready. Now, I will give you one of your mother's soiled panties to suck on -- she has specially shoved the crotch inside her cum-filled cunt and also blended some of her pee in it to give you a unique flavor. She does this fresh -- less than ten or fifteen minutes old. You will find that the taste and smell of Mom's soiled panties along with your Closet fucking will give you an experience of arousal and excitement unlike any other. And, add to all this, the incest factor - that it is your dear mother who is fucking and sucking your cock, and you will have the most pleasurable sexual experience of your lifetime." Stevie's Story: I am sitting naked on Mom and Dad's bed -- I can see the stains of their love-making on the sheets. I wet my finger with my spit, rub it on the stains and put it in my mouth again. It tastes and smells like old piss and cum. My cock jerks up a few degrees. Dad notices this and remarks how excited I must be thinking about fucking Mom. I like the way my dick looks after Dad had shaved my crotch clean -- my balls look bigger and so does my cock without the hair to hide them. I have a hard time stopping myself from cumming when Dad is rubbing the shaving foam on my cock and also later when he massages it with Mom's perfume gel. I like it when Dad plays with my cock and balls -- he knows exactly how to stroke the tool to give maximum pleasure --like doing long, slow strokes to work up the initial arousal and following it up with tighter, faster strokes of just the upper half of the crown to make me cum. All the time, he tickles the underside of my balls and fingers my ass-hole for extra excitement. I am ready and Dad ties my hands behind my back while explaining the rules of the Closet to me. No talking to Mom and no physical contact except for my cock. Since only my cock would be exposed, Dad says that Mom will not know that it is me inside the Closet and so her fears about committing incest will not arise. My cock is in a real state -- it almost touches my tummy when it jerks up in response to new excitements -- like the taste and smell of Mom's soiled panties which Dad stuffs into my mouth as I enter the Closet. Surprising how comfortable it is inside; a little dark, except for the light streaming in through the cock-hole, peephole and the air-con vents. My eyes quickly adjust to the darkness and I notice that there is a pull-on light cord for people who need extra light along with boxes of tissues and towels - although how anyone can use them with their hands tied behind their back is anybody's guess. It is cozy here and smells of potpourri. I shove my penis through the slot in the door -- it slips through easily with room to spare. The rim of the hole is smoothly rounded and edged with foam so as not to damage my prick. I suck hard on the nylon fabric of Mom's panties, the intimate taste of her cunny juice and piss is maddening. The thought that I am sucking on the fabric that, until a few minutes ago was wedged inside her cunt, is very exciting and my cock jerks a few times. The bedroom door opens and I see Mom enter - my cock bucks many more times with appreciation. She is wearing a black fishnet lace bra that looks two sizes too small for her 38D tits which are overflowing the cups. The fishnet fabric is totally transparent and shows off Mom's large pink areolas and her stiff pink nipples which poke out through the open tips. She wears a matching black lace garter belt and nylons that perfectly frame the dark V of her dense pubic bush. She has put on some mood music - a slow, sexy number to which she sways her hips back and forth in a vulgar humping motion. She twirls slowly and bends down to give me a look at her fabulous buttocks. Then, in one of the wickedest gestures that I have ever seen, Mom pushes aside one perfect butt cheek with her hand and shoves the middle finger of her other hand into her cunt; she briskly finger-fucks her wet, pink orifice and then inserts the second finger also inside. After both fingers are sopping wet with her pussy juice, she shoves the middle digit up her tightly puckered ass-hole. I am moving my cock in and out of the Closet slot, rubbing it against the soft edges for friction. With her head down and ass up, Mom diddles her ass-hole and looks at my cock upside-down through the valley of her hanging boobs. She pulls her finger out of her ass and licks it, wrinkling her nose slightly at the taste and moves towards me. She pushes the settee up against the Closet door and climbs on it. "Well, well, well, let's see what we have here? Looks like a very young cock... and such yummy pre-cum... mmmmm..." Mom dips her finger into my pre-cum which is leaking out of my dick and licks it with relish. "Mike is spoiling me with such lovely, fresh meat... ooooh... just look at you... such a fine, regal erection... so upright... princely and noble. Yes, that's what I will call you, my little Prince-cock!" The warmth of Mom's breath on my dick makes it throb painfully. My balls feel constricted and tense as Mom's nails scrape the sensitive underside of my stalk. The Closet Ch. 06 "And you know something, Maria, my first experience of having sex in the Closet with Mom was also a milestone event in Evelyn's journey into incest. But she can tell you about that herself..." Stephen Saunders had just finished narrating the story of his first sexual experience with his mother as his thick, bulging-veined cock drilled his sister Evelyn's ass. The attractive redhead bounced her slim, naked form on her brother's lap - perky, roseate nippled breasts jiggling as her tight buttocks pounded his firm pelvis. Stephen had been eighteen when he had his incestuous encounters -- first, with his sister, Evelyn, and, a few weeks later, with his mother. Evelyn, who was a year older than him, had been his willing and over-zealous teacher throughout their forbidden explorations. Stephen's wife, Maria, was a tall, full bodied Latino, whose Eva Mendes looks caused heads to turn wherever she went. Maria's discovery about her husband's incestuous sexual relations with his sister and mother had initially horrified her and turned her off. But gradually, as she witnessed the perverse desire shared by brother and sister and their frenetic love-making, it aroused her tremendously, inciting her to become a vital part of the taboo triad. A born leader, Maria was the dominant partner in their marriage and Stephen preferred it that way -- after a long day's gruelling leadership role at the office, he looked forward to taking the back seat at home. And his wife took full advantage of that. She was now fully immersed in their depraved sex triangle and was ordering her husband to perform the most unspeakable sexual acts with his sister as she watched and masturbated. "Stephen, I want you to ass-fuck your whore sister as she tells us her story." Maria never shaved her pubic or underarm hair -- allowing the dark bushes to grow unrestrained-- trimming them only when they became too unruly. She, however, kept them well-groomed and neat because she knew that Stephen enjoyed running his fingers and lips through the dense outgrowth. Only recently, she discovered that her husband's hair fetish came from his fixation with his mother's physical attributes - many of which were shared by Maria including the buxom, full figure and the 38 D boobs. Evelyn was making her usual pleasure noises as her brother's rampant cock ripped through her ass-hole. They were on the king-sized bed in Stephen and Maria's bedroom. Stephen sat up against the cushioned head-board as his sister rode him, her back to him. Maria was kneeling between her sister's open thighs and nibbling at her swollen clitoris as Evelyn began her sordid tale. Evie's Story: I slip down the stairs as soon as I see Mom going into her bedroom. Stevie went in a little while ago with Dad, who left the room after about half an hour. Mom is wearing lacy black open-nippled bras and a matching garter belt and stockings. Her full lips are painted scarlet, making her look like a high class whore -- Stevie will really have a whopping boner when he sees her. Mom has kept the door ajar and I quietly take our usual position just outside the doorway. Slow, sexy music is playing and Mom is doing a bump and grind number like a topless bar pro. I can see Stevie's dick sticking out of the Closet door. It is fully erect, all red and bothered. It jerks up a few times in anticipation as Mom handles it and licks it with her wicked tongue. She begins to suck the rod hungrily, taking it all the way inside her mouth and then pulling it out to lick the ticklish underbelly. Stevie says that Mom and Dad have specially designed the Closet so that Mom could be cured of her nymphomania without the risk of forming attachments with the Closeted fuckers. So, since the identity of the Closet fucker is concealed from Mom, she will not know that she is fucking her son, Stevie. I think that's not as much fun as knowing! Methinks most of the fun of incest cums from the guilty pleasure of knowing that you are indulging in a forbidden act. I am wearing my favorite, loose tunic without any underwear so that I can easily get to my titties and pussy which is already beginning to get wet. My thighs feel sticky and I am flicking my erect clit which is begging for attention. Mom plays with Stevie's dick, massaging it, kissing its inflamed head and lolli-popping it in and out of her mouth. Sticky strings of her saliva arc between her slick lips and Stevie's shiny cock-head. She now begins sucking in earnest. Yummy!! I am getting wetter and my fingers stickier. I can almost taste my brother's pre-cum and his muscular prong growing bigger in my mouth. I am jealous of Mom for sucking and pleasuring my lover! Oh my god! Someone is behind me, a shadow and suddenly a warm body. I can smell Dad's cologne. "So, this is the mischief that my little Red-Robin gets up to when her daddy is not watching?" Daddy always calls me his 'Red-Robin' when he's in a good mood. And 'Baby-Slut', when he's not! Or when he's horny! "I know my Baby-Slut has been a very bad girl - humping her horny little brother every chance she gets and spying on Mommy and Daddy when we are fucking!" I am scared of what action he will take against Stevie and me for our 'bad' behaviour. I can feel Daddy's hardness through the thin fabric of my night-shirt -- his erect cock is wedging itself into my ass-crack. Despite my apprehensions, the warmth of his breath on the nape of my neck, the feel of his bulky body pressing against my near nakedness and the throbbing of his thick tool rubbing itself up and down my ass are driving me crazy. Stevie's cock is now erupting gobs of cum into Mom's mouth -- and our greedy whore mother is swallowing her son's entire load. Some of the jizz drips from her mouth onto her pendulous boobs which she promptly licks and sucks. "So, Baby-Slut, you like how your slut mother is enjoying sucking your baby brother's cock? I'm sure Stevie has told you that he's inside the Closet -- that's why you're spying on them now, right? But your mother doesn't know she's going to be fucking her son. She lusts after the boy but is scared about incest and of people's comments if they find out. My thinking is 'fuck the world!' As long as you love someone and the sex makes you both happy, and you're not hurting anybody -- go for it!" Mom has resuscitated Stevie's prick with her mouth and hands, and is priming her cunt to fuck him. I really envy Mom's awesome titties and ass -- I wish I had such a delicious body -- it would drive all the boys wild especially Stevie, who is constantly fantasizing about fucking Mommy's boobs. "Daddy, do you think my titties and ass will become as big as Mommy's when I am all grown up?" Dad slips his hands inside my shirt and cups my small breasts. They feel so insignificant in his large, coarse hands. He pinches my stiff nipples between his thick thumb and forefinger, twisting and squeezing them. I like Daddy's clumsy and rough caresses -- so different from Stevie's extra-gentle handling. I part my thighs wider for Daddy's probing cock to slide down to my sopping wet pussy lips. "Red-Robin, I think your titties and ass are just fine. Anything more than a handful is just a waste anyway!" Dad lifts up my tunic and I am kneeling naked at his feet. He continues to squeeze and weigh my perky pears, slowly bending forward and moving his hands behind me to cup my firm buttocks. I pull down my father's baggy shorts and his gigantic dick jumps up, nodding in my face and leaving a trail of liquid along my lips and cheeks. He pulls off his T-shirt and his bulky, hairy form towers above me. My nostrils flare at the strong aroma of his sweat and body odour. Instead of being repulsed, I am excited by his crude physicality and animal magnetism. I feel my juice trickling down the insides of my thighs. I know he wants me to suck his cock which is red and swollen like a big bludgeon. It lacks the symmetry of Stevie's dick. I am fearful whether or not it will fit in my mouth, and in my pussy hole. Cautiously, I jab my tongue at the drop of pre-cum oozing out of Daddy's piss-hole. It tastes salty and a little bitter, not as yummy as Stevie's but I am not unkind to my father so I purr like a happy kitten and begin licking his cock until the erection is almost touching his fat beer belly. Daddy has lots of dark hair all over his body, especially around his privates. Looks like both he and Mom hate having a hair-cut down there. "Mmmm... Daddy, your cock tastes heavenly!" "You like the taste of Daddy's cock better than your brother's?" "You're both different, Dad. Your aroma and taste is stronger and more pungent, Stevie's is more subtle and sweeter!" "But which excites you more, sucking your brother's dick or your father's?" I giggle because Daddy is a real sly one and he won't let this go easily, so I give a response that I know will make him happy. "If you put it like that, Daddy, then I guess sucking your cock makes me hotter -- it's something I've fantasized a lot about. Just like Stevie's always dreaming about having sex with Mommy." "Mmmmm.... suck me hard, baby, suck Daddy's dick harder -- use your teeth and tongue...mmm...yes, like that ...that's good. Daddy's baby is a great cock-sucker..." I gradually maneuver Daddy around so that I can also see the action inside the bedroom while I suck my old man off. Mom is fucking Stevie's cock like a sex-crazed harlot; her ass is banging loudly against the Closet as she ravages her son's energetic dick. Dad's cock is so big that it suffocates me and I can't breathe. He keeps stuffing more and more of the meat into my mouth and I have to keep moving my head back to catch my breath. I am grabbing his surprisingly firm butt-cheeks as I pump his dick between my tightly clamped lips. The unruly curls of his dark pubic growth tickle my nose and I feel the murmur in his tummy, I know he is almost on the verge. I briefly withdraw his tool and lick the sensitive underside of the stalk; I am scared of being choked by Dad's giant prick and his load of semen. I suck his hairy balls until I feel the unruly organ jerk in my hands. It spurts rope after rope of Daddy's sticky cum all over my hair and face. I try to catch some of my father's jizz in my mouth. I am intensely excited and aroused to be swallowing the cum that created me. I am cumming now- my arousal is so complete that I reach my climax just by rubbing my thighs together, massaging my swollen clit! Dad holds the back of my head and pushes his exploding prick into my mouth, forcing me to swallow more of his overflowing semen. We see Stevie's cock shooting out an endless load of cream into Mommy's cunt. She takes his entire load and then pulls his softening dick out of her fuck-hole to suck off the remaining dribs and drabs of his seed along with her own juices that are dripping from his dick. "That was great, baby! Isn't it wonderful that Baby-Slut has made her Daddy cum for the very first time together with Mamma-Slut making her son cum for the first time? We now share a very unique and private bond as a family -- the forbidden and exciting ties of incest." "Yes, Daddy, Stevie and I are lucky to have such understanding and indulging parents like you." I look up at my father's beaming face as I massage the splatters of his semen into my skin and lick the remaining stuff from my fingers. He tries to push me onto the floor to take our incestuous sex to the next level. But I assume the doggy position and he understands that I would like to continue watching Stevie and Mom's antics as well, as we fuck. "Honey, it's time now for Daddy to fill my Baby-Slut's fuck-hole with what it was meant for -- a big, hard cock! You will find this experience a little different from fucking your brother." A shiver runs down my spine. Every time Stevie and I had spied on Mom and Dad fucking, I had wished that Dad's large cock was pounding my cunt instead of Mom's. My wish is coming true now! I look my father in the eyes and ask, "Dad, you are sure that your cock will fit in my cunt, it looks so huge!" "Don't you worry, honey, Daddy will make sure you're OK! I guarantee that you will enjoy this fuck more than anything else you have ever experienced before." My heart is in my mouth as Daddy's calloused hands part my buttocks. He spits into my arse-crack and rubs the saliva into my cunt with the head of his thick cock. He doesn't really need to do that because I am already sopping wet. My juices are dripping with anticipation onto the carpet. The spongy tip of his cock strokes the length of my unfurled nether lips and gradually enters me, inch by glorious inch. Amazingly, Mom's mouth has coaxed Stevie's untiring dick into another formidable erection which she takes greedily up her ass. I can hear my brother's groans from the Closet as Mom wantonly ravages her son's captive penis with her tight anus. Daddy is right. I have never experienced such raw pleasure ever before. His prick fills me up and it is a sublime feeling. Joy and rapture like nothing else. Every pore of my being -- my awakened nerve endings and pleasure points feel energized and in a state of unusual excitement, as my father's wonderful instrument of pleasure plumbs my innermost, private depths. He transports me to a world of ecstasy that I have only imagined in my most private, torrid dreams. His rough, workman's hands are mauling my soft titties and he begins swearing and using foul language like we have seen him do when he is fucking Mom. "Fuck your Dad hard, you cum-sucking, father-fucking whore! Take your father's fat cock in your tight fuck-hole, you incestuous slut!" Daddy's fucking is hard and vicious -- it is exactly what I need! My buttocks spring back faster and harder onto his groin; I try to take as much of his awesome fucking machine into my cunt as I can manage. We make loud groaning and squishing sounds as we rut like depraved, wild animals. There is no finesse to our frenzied fucking. It cannot be called love-making -- it can only be described as 'fucking'. Swift, savage and selfish -- our only purpose is to pleasure ourselves as much as we can with our obsessed, sinful copulation. Mommy has almost finished screwing her ass-hole with Stevie's cock and is taking it into her mouth, sucking up his erupting creamy cum. Daddy's pace is unflagging and my poor titties and cunny are smarting with the continuous punishment. His cock rips through the constricting walls of my cervix and I can feel it bloating up even more as it primes itself for the moment of truth. "Baby, Daddy is going to cum now, take Daddy's hot seed in your mouth... quick..." I pull my ass forward so that Daddy's engorged prick pops out. He erupts on my back and buttocks before I swing around to take his shooting prick into my mouth, swallowing as much of his jizz as I can. It is an awesome feeling to be swallowing the seed that birthed me. I feel humbled and proud that my father has honoured me with his semen. Daddy's fingers in my cunt quickly push me over the edge and the embankments deep within me burst with a stirring and unusually belaboured tremor. I am engulfed by a tranquillity and feeling of fulfilment that I have never experienced before. I embrace my loving father because I know that this is the beginning of many more such wonderful moments to come. "Tell me, Daddy, Mommy is calling Stevie's cock her 'Prince' - does she know she is fucking her son?" "No, honey the identity of the Closet fuckers is not revealed to your mother so she doesn't know that she is fucking her son. But, as you know, she is an experienced player, so she can tell the age of a person from the look and feel of his prick - so she can deduce if the meat is young or old." "Hmmm... but wouldn't it be more exciting for both Mom and Stevie if they knew they were fucking each other -- like us?" "You're right, my Red-Robin, that's what makes incest so much more arousing than regular sex. But I think your mother may not be ready for this yet -- but, all in good time..." Evelyn had barely finished her narration, when Maria retorted. "So, Stephen, your Mom doesn't know yet that she has fucked you, her son. Don't you think that this may be the right time to make sure that she finds out?" Maria's voice brought Stephen and his svelte-bodied sister back to the present. Evelyn's flowing red tresses shook as she eagerly licked the remaining splatters of her brother's cum off her sister's thick brown nipples. From her tone of voice, Stephen knew exactly which direction his wife was headed in -- she wanted to see him fuck his mother. "Well, honey, I don't know if Mom will still be ready to accept the idea of openly having incestual sex with her son but the Closet option is certainly open and you can come along and watch us fuck. I will have Dad set it up." Maria and Evelyn laughed loudly and spoke in unison, "We'd like to join in too -- after all, we're one big, happy family!" The Personal Diary of Jennifer Saunders Entry dated: January 2nd, 2009 Somebody once said: All good things come to those who wait. Well, Mike will tell you that I have always been very patient with everything and my husband has been such a darling. He has been most understanding and accommodating even under the most difficult and stressful of circumstances. Thanks to Mike and the Closet my nymphomania is well under control. And the reward for my patience also comes as a most unexpected gift for the New Year. My darling son, Stevie, has returned to me. I knew that he would not be able to last for long without his mother's loving. And, as an extra bonus, he has brought along his sister, my lovely daughter, Evie, and his delicious wife, Maria. Husbands generally think that their wives are not very perceptive when it comes to ground realities. So, Mike may think that I cannot discover the identity of the Closet fucker from his prick; And this is true -- generally speaking! But I am not a worthy mother if I cannot identify my own son from his most vital physical attribute. Of course, the fact that Stevie's prick has the princely 'fleur-de-lis' birth-mark also helps! The End?