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It was already eight twenty-five and the twins were not ready. If they didn't leave in five minutes they would be late for school.....again! She screamed up the stairs for them to hurry.

Although it was raining hard she managed to get the pair of ten year-olds to class on time. I always seem to be rushing these days she thought as she made her way to the old part of town and Sanger's Food Market. She preferred Sanger's to the new super stores, it was less crowded, friendlier and their produce and meat were always excellent. The other small stores along Chestnut Street were more to her taste also and she often browsed through them either before or after Sanger's.

The windshield wipers slapped in tune to the music on the radio as she pulled into the parking lot. She recognized the song and sang along to the classic, 'Question', by The Moody Blues....

'I'm looking for someone to change my life....

'I'm looking for a miracle in my life'....

She turned off the engine and stared blindly through the windshield and took stock of her life. Thirty-four years old, a husband she hardly sees or knows anymore and the twins she raises virtually as a single parent. Something had been lost. I'm sure we loved each other once she thought. Now, lovemaking was reduced to an infrequent quicky under the covers that left her far from satisfied.

"I need a miracle in my life," she murmured to herself and slammed the car door.

As she crossed the parking lot the lines from the song ran through her mind over and over. I do need to change my life and it probably would take a miracle she mused.

She had learned to satisfy herself with vibrators and dildos but longed for a passionate man to make unbridled, wild love to her and bring her to climax - something Jim hadn't done in years. Quite by accident she had discovered internet pornography and liked girl-on-girl sex but most of all she enjoyed watching black men with white women and would often sit at the computer and masturbate with one of her toys. There was one video that she particularly liked and had saved it in her favourites list. She thought she resembled the woman and the man was very well endowed. The part she liked most was a close-up of the man's penis thrusting in and out of the woman, cream coating the black shaft and running down onto her anus as she screamed from one climax to another, white hands clutching black buttocks. I would love to be that woman, will it ever happen to me she'd daydream and sink the vibrator onto high.

Standing in line at the checkout she suddenly remembered she had forgotten to pick up fruit; her thoughts were still on her life. She made her way to the produce aisle and filled the plastic bag with six oranges. As she turned to place the bag in the cart it slipped from her hand and the fruit rolled all over the floor. She bent down to pick them up and saw a sneaker-clad foot step onto one and crush it. 

"Oh, I'm sorry," she apologised and looked up at a tall, attractive black man in his early forties.

"No problem," he replied, "let me help you."

He stooped and picked up a couple of the wayward oranges and handed them to her with cupped hands. She took them and as their hands touched she felt a rush of excitement. Embarrassed, she thanked him and gave a weak smile.

"You're very welcome, anytime," he said and flashed a dazzling smile.

She felt very flushed at the checkout and wondered if her face was as red as the beetroots in her cart. Her heart raced as she drove home and after hurriedly putting the groceries away, she masturbated with a black dildo while watching her video. As an orgasm overtook her she closed her eyes and imagined it was the 'orange man' making love to her.

All week she thought of the black man and when Jim climbed on top of her on Sunday evening she tried to pretend it was him but her husband was so pedantic she never neared climax. Jim satisfied himself then rolled over and fell asleep. She lay there with tears welling in her eyes and sang to herself, 'I'm looking for someone to change my life....I'm looking for a miracle in my life,' then she turned onto her side and closed her eyes.

Walking into Sanger's on Thursday she was filled with excitement at the prospect of seeing the black man again but her intellect told her the chances were against it, after all, she had never seen him in the three years she had shopped at the market. She was waiting in line at the deli counter checking off the last two items on her list with a feeling of disappointment when a voice behind her said, "No oranges this week?"

She spun around, "Er...O...yes...no...I mean yes, they are buried at the bottom of the cart, no chance of them ending up on the floor this time," she said laughing and feeling herself flush.

"I'm Andy, Andy Farrell.

"Laura Markham," she answered, shaking his hand and she feeling a tingle again.

They stood in line together making small talk and were served simultaneously by the deli staff. 

"Could I buy you a cup of coffee?"

"No thank you," she replied, regretting it immediately.

"An orange juice perhaps?" he said with a grin. 

They laughed and she heard herself saying, "Well, orange juice, how can I refuse." She felt excited and nervous; "I'm looking for..." tumbled through her mind.

He helped her stow the groceries in the mini van and suggested The Town Café, a little ways down Chestnut Street. It was a couple of hours before the place would fill with the lunch crowd and they found a booth easy enough. He was new in town he said, a fireman, single and enjoyed painting. He had purchased a small house just off Chestnut that had a sunroom perfect for his hobby. She told him about Jim and the kids and wondered if he picked up on her sadness and the availability she felt as she looked across the table. She wanted to be naked with this man and warmth spread between her legs....could this my miracle she asked herself.

"What kind of painting?" Laura inquired.

"Oils mainly and I like to sketch in charcoal." 

"I took Art History at university for two years before dropping out to get married. I'd like to see your work sometime."

"Sure, as long as you're not too critical, I'm strictly an amateur. How about now, my house is only a block and a half from here."

"No, really, I can't. I need to get the groceries home before the meat spoils, it's quite warm out."

"Of course, I'm sorry, some other time. Are you free tomorrow, I'm on the night shift for a month and I don't sleep much during daylight? I would appreciate your opinion and your face has beautiful bone structure, I would like to sketch you if you don't mind."

She felt herself blush, it had been a long time since she had received such a compliment and thought for a few moments before responding. 

"Tomorrow's fine and the sketch is fine also, thank you."

"Good, shall we say nine-thirty here at the cafe?"

"Nine-thirty, see you tomorrow."

Laura drove home much faster than normal, her panties were wet with arousal and she longed for the feel of her black dildo. Foods that required refrigeration were quickly sorted and put away, the rest were left on the kitchen counter. She stripped off in the bedroom and took her dildo out of a dresser draw. Her climax was powerful and she lay on the bed for several minutes with it deep inside her. There was still doubt in her mind, was Andy just looking for a friend, he knew she was married; she had made no attempt to hide that. Was she reading far too much into their conversations because she desired this man or, did he have intentions of seducing her...she hoped it was the latter.

The following morning she rose early, prepared breakfast and lunches for the twins. After dropping the kids off at school she hurried home in an excited daze. She showered and selected her underwear, a half-cup bra in mauve with an abstract flower motif and a matching thong. Not bad she whispered to the reflection in the mirror. Her breasts were full with no hint of sagging; a slim waist gave way to nicely shaped hips and a shapely bottom. Next she chose a long, loose, summer skirt and a sleeveless top that showed just enough cleavage to be interesting.

At nine-seventeen, the Town Café was not too busy and she scanned the room for anyone she knew. Seeing no one, she found a booth and ordered an orange juice and bran muffin. Her heart missed a beat each time the café door opened and she reminded herself to calm down, maybe nothing was going to happen...maybe he wouldn't show up...called out to a fire or other emergency. Her thoughts rambled as she picked at her muffin, too nervous to enjoy it and then he walked through the door. He spotted her immediately, smiled and joined her in the booth.

He ordered a large grapefruit juice and they exchanged pleasantries. He mentioned that the night had been quiet at the fire station and he had been able to sleep for a while. Upon arriving home at six-thirty he had arranged some of his art for her critique and hoped she wouldn't be too severe. She laughed and replied that any critic worth their salt must give an honest appraisal, regardless of how devastating it might be to the artist. They finished their drinks and he said, "Ready to destroy the starving artist?"

I'm ready to do something to you she thought and slid out of the booth leaving her muffin uneaten on the table. A scene flashed through her mind of a black cock covered in vaginal juices thrusting into her...the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end.

It was a short walk to the well-kept bungalow he called home. He led her through to the sunroom where about a dozen of his works were displayed. The sunroom stretched across the entire back of the house, the studio comprised half the space while in the other half there was a small breakfast table with two chairs, two armchairs, TV, stereo and a drinks cabinet. It was the room he spent most of his free time in she guessed, whether painting or relaxing.

She studied the canvases and was struck by their competence, they really were very good and suggested he approach the Tyler-Sebastian Gallery in town, she knew Graham Tyler well and would have a word with him. 

Andy seemed embarrassed by her praise and kind offer of help and thanked her. He showed her some charcoal sketches and asked if she would pose for him now. She said she would be delighted and he directed her to one of the chairs at the breakfast table. He took his pad and charcoal, sat about six feet from her and began to sketch.

He worked quickly, glancing up frequently and within a few minutes he was finished. 

It was beautifully done but also captured loneliness, especially her eyes and tears welled as she stared at her likeness.

He stood behind her and she felt the gentle caress of his hands on her shoulders. She tilted her head back to look at him and he bent and kissed her on the lips. Nothing was said, nothing needed to be said. He moved in front of her and held out his hand, she took it and he led her into the bedroom.

Question of Incest



For years now I've read numerous stories and articles concerning the subject of incest. The sheer amounts of them on the Internet has always made me believe that little if any had an ounce of truth to them. I've read articles about fathers and daughters, mothers and sons, aunts and nephews, nieces and uncles, brothers and sisters and even grandparents and their grandchildren. The pure sanctity of the parental relationship with their children always brought that one question to my mind. "How could this happen, how could a parent or grandparent allow this type of thing to occur?" 

In the past I never really understood my fascination with incest, especially in light of the way I was brought up. I was born out of wedlock when my mother was 14 and raised by the strictest of grandparents until I was 12. My Grandfather was an old fashion bible-thumping minister who had the strongest theological morals of anyone you would ever meet. His view concerning sex was one of procreation and that's all it was meant for. It was a pure evil that had to be fought with on a minute by minute basis and must be overcame to save your soul. I can only imagine what it was like for my mother after she became pregnant with me, living daily with my Grandfather hammering her about sex outside of marriage. It must have been hell; if my Grandfather ever found out my conception happened in the balcony of his church I'm sure it would have meant certain death for her. All I know the day she turned 18 she moved out of my grandparents home.

Mother was always around me but wouldn't live under the same roof as my grandparents, so for the next eight years I was raised and guided by my grandparents. When I was 12 my mother told me the entire story of how things had happen and she wanted me to live with her and my biological father. After all this time they had married and now she wanted us to be a family. Almost to the day a year later when I was 13 my father was killed in a construction accident, so my mother and I were alone for the first time in our lives.

Still today I can hear my Grandfather's sermons concerning the evils of sex. Now that I'm grown I've realized sex has always been a major portion of peoples lives and their thought process down through the ages; the world has been so consumed about the ultimate sexual experience most would try any and everything to satisfy that hunger. I won't deny I'm the same way--as the world is, so am I. Totally consumed in the search for the ultimate, wildest and most sexual encounter a human could experience. 

Being a fairly attractive thirty-one year old man and regardless of my past teachings, I 've had a wide and varied sex life that started when I was 18. Many times I've reflected back on that first sexual encounter with a great deal of pleasure and some remorse.  My first experience was with a 32-year-old woman who at the time I thought I was the love of my life, however at the age of 18 what did I know, all I can say is she taught me everything about sex.

Rachel was married to a man 15 years her senior who had been stricken with MS about five years before they moved into our neighborhood. Later on in our friendship she explained to me the disease which had over taken her husband caused him to be completely impotent and she had been sexually inactive during the entire period of his illness.  You could best describe Rachel as one of those people we think of in society as a plain Jane, her face was ordinarily looking, her fashion sense and personal demeanor were always a little on the side of old fashion and never wore clothing which would accent the body.

The first time I saw her was while mowing my uncle's lawn that lived next door to her. It was one of those steamy hot summer days in mid July and she was lying in her backyard sunbathing in a very tiny multi colored string bikini. I had taken a little break and as I pulled the cord to restart the mower, her movement caught my eye as she raised from the lying to upright position. No one could imagine the body this woman had from the way she dressed and looked when she was out in public. Her waist was so extremely tiny, legs and ass were contoured as beautifully as any centerfold you would have ever seen, and the upper portion of Rachel's body; the nicely rounded shoulders, firm arms, and petite firm breast were as perfect as any model you could think of. You would have never guessed she had three children and it was clearly evident she had put a lot of effort into getting and staying in shape after her children they born.

She waved and motioned for me to come over to where she was laying. Approaching her I could see there wasn't a blemish, stretch mark, or an unsightly wrinkle anywhere on this woman's body. As I stood there and looked upon her I developed a raging hard-on. She asked if I would mow her lawn after finishing with my uncle's. My eyes couldn't resist the temptation of running up and down the entire length of her body as we talked, she told me her husband would pay me well if I decided to do this for them. I nearly creamed my jeans while staring at her and I don't think I heard a word she said, Rachel could have persuaded me to agree to anything at that point and I wouldn't have even known what I was agreeing with. The only thing I knew was I better get the hell out of there before I cum right in my shorts.  

Well that started a two-year sexual adventure that I will never forget. Rachel taught me everything about making love to a woman and it wasn't anything like Gramps had portrayed.  From the first time she began teaching me all the ways to kiss, touch, stroke, feel, lick, all the things that pleasures a woman. She taught me about oral, anal, and just out and out fucking. Within the first 6 months she had taken a 18-year-old teenager who knew nothing about sex and turned him into a lust crazed fucking machine.

Publicly everyone knew Rachel as shy, quiet and withdrawn, the epitome of propriety, my Gramps would have loved her. No one would have ever guessed she was such a wild sexual animal. During the summer months her and I would fuck three or four times a day and during the school year we would sneak away to secluded wooded areas, marinas, parking lots; anywhere we felt safe.

Almost two years later it was late August and I was working my summer job at the local boat club. Rachel showed up and was horny as hell nearly raping me right there in the parking lot. Well old Mrs. Burns the local snoop, gossip and busy body must have had her field glasses out that day. Unaware to Rachel and I old lady Burns had telephoned my mother. Before mom had shown up we had made our way down to one of the vacant boats in the cove and were into a very heavy sucking and licking session. Rachel had already cum three times before my mother stepped unto the houseboat and with my face still between her thighs hungrily licking away at her pussy she began to moan out another orgasm as mom burst through the door. I jumped from between her legs with a face covered in pussy juices as mom came flying towards me. She hit me across the face with such force it knocked me off of my feet and over the kitchenette table. Then she went flying towards Rachel.

Now keep in mind my mother was a couple years younger than Rachel but looked ten years older. Mom's a little on the frumpy side with large heavy tits and she's so physically weak that moving a kitchen chair is a chore for her. It surprised me she had knocked me for a loop the way she did but she was no match for Rachel. After being pushed down on the floor with such ease I think mom realized she wasn't going to be able to scratch her eyes out like she was screaming she would do. Mom's resistance faded and picking herself up from the floor she was greeted by me standing in front of her with an enormous hard-on. With me not more than a foot away with an fully erect eight and a quarter inch hard-on, her mouth gapped open and she just stood and stared. For the first time in about five minutes she was speechless, mom simply told me, "cover that thing up and get dressed before Ms Slut here gets any further ideas."

On the drive home, mom kept prodding and questioning me about how I ever learned to do "that thing" she saw me performing on Rachel. She wanted to know where I ever got the idea to do that with a female, she must have ask it 10 times before we arrived home. She wanted to know how long it had been going on, what other types of things we had been doing, and where we had been doing them. When I didn't answer she became enraged, yelling at me "her and my father never done anything like that", I retorted back at her by telling her "maybe they should have then she might not be such a bitch about it if they had!" She started to slap me across the face and I probably deserved it but this time I caught her hand as it started for my head. She ordered me not to see her again and if she ever heard of us being together she would find a way to put an end to it. That angered the hell out of me, shouting back at her, "I would never forgive you or speak to you again if that happens!" For the next few minutes we stood silently looking at each other and then we turned and walked away.

The next several months my mother and I barely spoke. Then one afternoon when I came home from school I found her sitting at the kitchen table crying like a baby. I stood in the doorway listening to her sobs and my heart felt like it sank to the floor. I startled her by asking if she was okay and she jumped from her seat and ran over to me telling me "I'm so sorry if I've done anything to hurt you, it was just a motherly instinct to protect her baby from the bad things in life." She wanted to start being close, her desire was to be family again. We put our arms around each other and stood there for the longest time. Mom snuggled into me as I held her in my arms pressing hard into each other it felt as if she was trying to force her body into mine.

Sobbingly she asked me "hold me baby" and as I stepped in as tightly as I could she explained she hadn't realized how much I had grown and how strong my arms felt around her. At that point it felt as if our entire bodies where completely entwined, touching and pressing hard into each other. I felt the fullness of her breast crushed against my chest and began to feel a developing hardness in her nipple area. To my surprise my cock begin to thicken causing it to press down my leg and against the material of my jeans. 

Mom's sobs had stopped and silence engulfed the kitchen, it was if we both stopped breathing at the same time and just stood there felling the reaction to each other's body. My cock became so stiff it strained to be freed and to my shock I felt my mother kind of gyrate her pelvis against my stiffened cock with a slight moan escaping from her throat. In an instant she quickly released me and stepped back, I could see her bodies' reaction by her hardened nipples pressing against her tight fitting blouse. Our eyes met for the slightest of moments and then I watched her eyes trail downward resting upon my cock. We stood for a few minutes in silence and then she said we needed to have a long conversation after dinner.

After we ate and cleaned up we sat at the kitchen table. The conversation started off with another apology and how sorry she was things had turned out for the two of us in the way it had. Then the question of Rachel came up; mom wanted to know all the details. She wanted to know how it started, how long it had been going on, the things we had done, and the places we had done them at. Mom was talking to me as an adult instead son. I explained to her I felt uncomfortable telling her everything she wanted to hear but she insisted we should be able to talk about anything and it was all right for me to take my time and just tell her about it. 

I started by explaining how it all began, from first meeting Rachel in the backyard until the first time her and I had sex. Mom seemed impatient she kept asking me about the sexual aspects of what had occurred so I went on to describe in more graphic detail our sexual relationship. As I became more descriptive about Rachel I noticed mom's face glowing with a little reddish tint. I told her how Rachel loved being taken in the ass and how wild she became when she was fucked in that manner, mom appeared to become more nervous with each image I described to her. At first I feared she was growing angry, then I realized it wasn't anger it was something I had seen in Rachel many times before. Mom's face was now a bright reddish color and she had this wild glazed look in her eyes. As she settled back into the chair and I noticed her nipples were visibly hard, protruding outward through the fabric of her blouse. I was certain now it wasn't anger; my mom was totally turned on by hearing the things Rachel and I had done together in the past.  

I stopped and suggested that she tell me a little about her sexual experience. She explained that her and my father really didn't have a sexual relationship. The first time she experienced sex she became pregnant with me and that sex consisted of my father mounting her, cumming and it was over. She explained he was the only man she ever had sexually and that was the extent of what she could tell me about sex.

In the weeks and months ahead I began to notice changes with mom, she started taking more time fixing her hair, wearing make-up, eye shadow, and dressing a little more stylish. Like I said she was a little frumpy but had a very cute face. She was never one to exercise or do to many physically related activities, then out of the clear she starts buying these exercise videos and home gym equipment. At a early age and as long as I can remember I was always interested in lifting weights and worked out daily; mom approached me one evening and asks if I would help her start a exercise routine. 

For the next several months she become completely consumed with her workouts. The under the arm flabby she once had disappeared and her thighs, butt, and legs became lean and trim. Mom's breast was always the one thing you noticed when you saw her now that she had lost weight and trimmed down, their size were even more prevalent than in the past. They seemed to set a little higher on her chest and even appeared to be larger; she was stacked! She laughed more easily and even began to be a little touchy-feely with me; everyone noticed the change in her. 

Gramps chastised her about becoming a harlot of the world in the way she was dressing and fixing herself up. As usual with mom anything Gramps said fell on deaf ears and only added fuel to her desire to do the opposite of what he was harping about. To me she had become an absolute beauty to look at and I know that infuriated the hell out of Gramps.

For the next year and a half mom and I continued to grow closer, every once in a while she would ask me about things between Rachel and I. This one particular evening she asked if I would describe Rachel's reaction when I went down on her. At first I was a little surprised by the straight forwardness of her question but I began describing the way she would trash around grinding her pussy into my face and how vocal she was right before cumming. I noticed mom had laid her head back against the sofa tightly shutting her eyes. From her facial expressions she was imagining the things I was describing and was being carried away in her mind. She abruptly got up off the couch stating she was going to shower and get ready for bed. I heard the shower running in her room and this devilish thought came to my mind but I resisted acting on it.

The next day was going to be a difficult time because I had kept the fact away from mom that I had enlisted in the military. We had become very close in the last two years and I knew it would be painful when I finally told her. As expected the moment those words came from my mouth she actually passed out in the middle of the floor. Scared beyond believe I didn't know what to do so I ran to the phone and called Gramps. He rushed over immediately but by the time he arrived mom had regained her senses and was sitting up in a chair. I hadn't noticed but Gramps did, as soon as he walked in the door he starts going off on mom, calling her a shameless slut and asking her what thought crossed her mind by dressing this way in front of her own son. I finally realized what he was ranting and raving about when she straighten herself up in the chair. The short skirt she had on rode nearly all the way up her thigh and as she sat down and you could clearly see the hair that covered her pussy.  Gramps continued to verbally bash mom about what a terrible daughter and mother she was; at that point I had heard and taken enough of him speaking to her in the manner he was. 

It appeared he was about to backhand her when I stepped in between them and boldly proclaimed, "I had heard all I was going to hear and that he better never raise a hand toward her again in his life!" 'If he ever came against my mother like that again I would be compelled to take whatever actions needed to put a stop to it." Gramps was completely thrown back by what I had just brazenly told him, but being Gramps that didn't stop him. I brought to his attention I was no longer that little boy that he use to spank for what he called sinful acts of the world and now I had ten times his strength and would never allow him to harm her again. With that he stormed out of the house shouting biblical phrases back at both of us.

Well two weeks passed very quickly and during that time mom tried everything to persuade me to stay but my mind was made up. So off I went to 11 weeks of boot camp and then another 18 weeks of specialty training. It would be sometime before I would get back home or so I thought. I called mom almost daily and each time we spoke I could tell she was becoming more depressed as time went by. I suggested she start dating or going out, do something to get her mind off of things, however it had no affect on her.

Before I knew it the 11 weeks of boot camp was over. After the final pass and review exercise of graduation the unit commander gathered our squad together to issue our first set of orders. He informed us those who were to report for their 18-week's of specialty training would have a delay of approximately a month prior to reporting. So I requested a few days of leave and headed home for a visit. 

When I opened the front door and entered the living room I couldn't believe what my eyes were seeing, it looked like a cyclone had hit the place. Mother had always kept our house so clean and orderly now it was in a terrible sight. There were clothes, shoes, kitchen plates, silverware, thrash thrown everywhere, and the carpet looked like it hadn't been vacuumed since I had left. I walked in the kitchen and mom was sitting at the table. If I had thought the house looked like a wreck I never imagined how a person could fall into such an unsightly condition as she was at that point. Her hair looked like it was all matted together, huge dark circles around her eyes, her nightclothes looked as if she had worn them for weeks. Her physical appearance was utterly repulsive, the women I had left 11 weeks before was almost unrecognizable as my mother. She had lost weight to the point of being a sack of bones sitting in the upright position; it was clear see she wasn't well. Here was a woman that three months before was at the top physical condition of her life and now she looked as if she was the walking dead. 

Being so disgusted with what my eyes where seeing I lost all composure, yelling at her "what the hell is wrong with you, what have you done with our home and yourself?" It seemed to startle her as if she hadn't even realized or heard me come into the house. She looked up at me as if it took all the strength in her just to lift her head. Not a single word was spoke between the two of us for the next week. It took me an entire two weeks to clean the house and get her back to where she could stand on her own two feet. 




Question of Incest



Now it was time for my return to the unit for my advanced training and I feared she would fall back into the same condition I found her in when I came home. So for the next 18 weeks I kept in touch with mom everyday hoping she wouldn't revert back into the same all routine. From the conversations we had she seemed to be caring for herself pretty well so I started to relax and concentrate on my training. The next 17 weeks were pure torture but I was holding my own and had received many "well done" by the platoon sergeant. My jumpmaster knew it was my birthday so he arranged for me to talk with my mother on a cell phone as I soared from a perfectly good airplane; what a rush! 

I had one jump left to qualify before training was complete, at 4 am I boarded the transport and it topped out at thirty five hundred feet. I loved the sensation of jumping so I was always the first in the doorway and today was no different. For some reason while waiting for the jumpmasters slap on the helmet a gut wrenching feeling of this being my last jump overwhelmed me. Being true to form something caused me to lose my stability as I fell away from the aircraft and as I spiraled out of control I fought to regain my control knowing there were only seconds to correct the situation I was in. With the ground closing in at such a rapid pace I began to regain stability but my thoughts were consumed by the idea this still wasn't going to turn out well for me. When I hit the ground my left leg buckled causing both bones in the lower part of my leg to snap into. The next 9 months were spent in the hospital and receiving physical therapy. 

At the termination of my treatment the flight surgeon called me in for a summary evaluation and informed me he was grounding me. He sent me off to personnel since I had joined under a guaranteed enlistment I had a choice to stay in and find something else within the service or separate. There was no way I had desires to sit behind a desk for the next four years so I opted to discharge from the military.

I immediately called mom to let her know I would be coming home soon. Her excitement was clearly noticeable and she kept telling me "I only have a short time to get ready," "oh my baby is finally coming home, on honey I'm so happy!" Well it took another 3 and half months for my discharge, my twenty birthday had come and gone and I was headed home just in time for mom's 35th birthday celebration.

When I arrived it was mid October, the air had a slight coolness to it, and all the trees had turned their beautiful red, yellow, and orange colors. While I stood in front of our home it reminded me of one of those houses I had once seen in a painting and then fear grabbed at my insides. What would I find when I went inside? In what condition would I find mother? To my surprise the front door swung open and out ran mom; with seeing her those thoughts quickly disappeared from my mind.

Mom was wearing an almost transparent yellow skintight pull over and as she ran towards me her breast bounced so violently that it was all I could do to keep from staring in complete disbelieve at this awesome sight. As she stopped in front of me I could clearly see the oversized large brown circles around each nipple and with the cool October air slightly blowing her nipples protruded outwards with such enormity you would have to be totally blind not to notice them from a mile away. I'll have to confess she had the largest nipples I had ever seen and must have been well over the size of a quarter. Watching her cross the front lawn I had failed to notice the short black wrap around skirt which was three-quarters of the way up her thigh or the well tanned shapely legs she had developed over the past months. 

Here was the picture of a totally erotic vision standing before me and the pleasure my senses were going through was beyond anything I had every experienced before. My mind raced with this one thought, "this is my mother?" I could hardly believe the change in her from when I was home on leave months ago and now here she was well groomed looking physically better than she ever had in her life. 

As I settled in at home and the months past mom and I had a wonderful relationship, we started going out to dinner, movies, shopping and even gotten drunk together one evening.  I had dated several girls from my high school days and becoming sexual involved with several of them, I was really enjoying my new found popularity, however every time I would go out and for several days afterwards mom acted very strange. One afternoon while we were grocery shopping we happen to run into Rachel; Man what a thrill! With mom keeping a watchful eye as Rachel and I talked we both agreed it was probably best if we meet this coming weekend for some drinks instead of talking in front of my mother. I could only hope she could work it out for Saturday night because I knew if it did the most sexually aggressive women I have ever known would be fucking me. 

Saturday night was great with Rachel we only had about two hours together but we made the most of it. I arrived back home about 10 or so and mom was waiting for me in the living room. She was sitting on the couch in a nice oriental style robe and as I came in a torrid of questions followed. She wanted to know where I had been, whom I had been with, and what I had been doing. Her tone of voice wasn't mean spirited and the questions she was asking didn't seem anything out of the ordinary, just things any inquisitive mother would ask her child, but her questioning irritated me. I ask her why so many questions and she was quite honest about her answer, "I wanted to know if you had been with Rachel," so I was just as honest back with her.  I explained first off, I was old enough to see and go out with whom I so choose and that secondly, yes I had seen Rachel this evening and we had a very good time. 

I don't think she expected me to be so abrupt and it seemed to disturb her that I was so short and direct with my answers. I saw the anger in her face and any second expected mom to start going off on me. It was strange, all of a sudden those facial expressions disappeared and she started talking in a normal tone of voice with me. She did ask what we had done this evening and I explained we just had a drink together and a nice talk. "I thought you would be out fucking the slut," was the manner she replied. I started to tell her I had but she interrupted me. 

She stood up from the couch untied her robe and let it drop to the floor. Underneath she was wearing a mist blue sheer see through teddy. It was so transparent I could see everything; her overly large tits and nipples accented by a nice tan line and the outline of her neatly trimmed pussy were there for me to gaze upon. Completely shock by her doing this I asked, "what the hell do you thing you're doing?" 

Mom began to cry telling me she just wanted my opinion of whether I believed she was attractive and desirable, she hadn't meant to offend me. Still crying she was trying to chock out the explanation of since I had returned home she knew that I had been dating several different girls and believed I was sexually active with each of them; all she really wanted to know was how she compared to my girlfriends. In a strange sense my heart went out to her but it prompted me to ask a question of her. "Who was it she was trying to impress with her outfit?" Still crying and clutching her robe between her breast she began to hysterically cry and repeatedly ask me to forgive her. 

I never received an answer to my question and finally getting her calmed down I sat and put my arm around her. She was still clinching to her robe but for whatever reason never put it back on. As we sat I ask why she never dated or remarried after my father passed away. She went on to explain there was really no desire and no one had ever really showed an interest in her.  As I held her she gradually released her grip on her robe and let it fall to the side. I couldn't help look upon her, she was very pretty and the erotic appearance of her nakedness through the sheer material actually excited me. At one point I thought about asking her to cover herself but I just didn't want her to go into hysterics again.

I could sense she was becoming more at easy with being held by me and the longer we sat like this my cock began to grow rigidly hard. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her! I was beginning to recuperate from spending time with Rachel and I was starting to have thoughts as if this woman wasn't my mother. At one point all I wanted to do was lift her gown, spread her legs and just lick away at her pussy.

All of a sudden she jumped from the couch grabbed her robe and stood up in front of me with her rob dangling by her side. Not more than a two foot away was a woman who was practically nude and appeared to be craving my attention. But how could I do this? Although she was very sexually appealing and my resistance to her body was beginning to fade, she still was my mother. But what if I just grabbed her and fucked her as I was sensing she wanted me to do. What if I just took her whether or not this was really what she wanted? Maybe she was just looking for my approval of the way she had changed over the past few years.

All I know my mouth was dry and every nerve in my body was on edge, just standing there with me looking at that gorgeous body, her tits, her pussy, and the nakedness of her body I barely could resist. I just wanted to throw her down, start eating and fucking her regardless of the fact she was my mother. God, the turmoil going on inside of me was enough to drive a sane person completely over the edge.

Without an explanation I got up and left the house, I thought it was the only way to control what I was feeling inside. I walked down the road for the longest time and it seemed with each step I took the images of her body and what had just occurred became more vivid. I wasn't sure what point mom was trying to make but a part of me said go back and fuck the living shit right out of her, the other part said she was just trying to gain my approval of how she looked. As I crossed an open field to head back home the images grew clearer of what I had on my mind. As I entered the house it was completely silent so I headed straight for my room hoping to avoid further interaction with mom.

As I passed her room I could hear muffled sounds from inside so I quietly pushed the door open to see if she was in one of her hysterical states again. Her room has an open style bath and shower off of the main bedroom area so when you open the door you could see directly into the bath. For what reason I'm not sure she was in the shower and I could see she had soaped herself up and was standing there stroking her breast and pussy. Her eyes were clinched tightly together and the sight of her sensually caressing and rubbing her pussy made me want to burst in and take her.

As I stood and watched she was talking to herself, "oh honey take me, show me what its like to cum,' "show me what its like to have my pussy done that way. Oh baby let me put my mouth all over you, let me suck you and show you I can be the best." The longer I stood watching and listening I knew she was talking about me. I was so close to running in and just grabbing her up giving her what she wanted, but I didn't. As I continue to watch longer with both of her hands she pressed hard into her pussy and as she stood under the running shower I watched her quiver from her own orgasm. She was moaning and almost to the point of yelling, "Baby Please Keep Tongue Fucking Me! Make Me Fucking Cum, Don't Stop Bryan! Don't Stop! Fuck Me With Your Tongue, Oh Baby, Fuck Me! Fuck Me! Oh Honey, Fuck me Always!" I was in total disbelief hearing my mother use that type of language; she was calling my name out and telling me to fuck her. I was sure if I just walked in on her she would have let me do anything to her I wanted.  

You won't believe it and I'm not sure I do; I turned and walked away. I went to my room knowing she was in the next room making herself cum like crazy thinking of me.

It was such a restless night that when I woke in the morning a total state of confusion consumed my mind and soul, I didn't know what to do. Before leaving the house I called Rachel in hopes we could meet for a few minutes and maybe she could give me some advice on how to handle this situation. When we meet I explained what had happened the night before. To my utter surprise Rachel told me it turned her on with such a wild hunger that she would love to watch me fuck my own mother. I told her she was "talking about me fucking my own mother and that I couldn't believe it turned her on!" She snapped at me, "don't be fucking silly, you know it turns you on too." As she went on to say, "baby it would be one of the most erotic experiences you would ever have in your life." I wouldn't admit it to her but yes it did, it turned me on so badly, God I felt terrible to think that my own mother turned me on and I had such a craving to do the things with her Rachel and I had shared. That was the last time I ever saw Rachel.

The next four days was a blur I stayed away from the house and was drunk the whole time. Needing a shower and a change of clothing I decided it was time to head home and straightened things up with mom and myself. When I arrived she was so upset with me, yelling at me, "you've been with that fuckin' whore, what you been out screwing her the last four days?" I remained calm and explained that Rachel and I had seen each other but I had decided it would be the last time, I had realized it would be best that way. Mom screamed at me, "you're telling me you haven't fuck that cunt since you've been back?" Something snapped inside of me, I told her straight out that Rachel and I had fucked each other like crazy last Saturday night; at that very moment I realized the wrong thing was said to her. 

Mom starts swinging and flailing her arms at me telling me she was going to beat the hell out of me.  Screaming at the highest pitch of her voice, "you go out and fuck her but you won't fuck me, you sorry motherfucker, I can't believe you would do me that way!" I grabbed her by the arms in an attempt to keep her from hitting and getting right in her face told her, "you sick bitch I'm your son, I'm not suppose to fuck you. You should have found someone else to do that with after dad died, mothers and sons aren't suppose to be that intimate!" "What the hell have you be thinking," I angrily added. "We're not a couple, we're mother and son!" With that mom became pale as a ghost she threw her hands over her mouth and went into one of her hysterical crying fits.

What a fool, I should have just walked away, but me being who I am, I couldn't stand to see her cry like that. So I took hold of her cradling her in my arms to console her and at that moment things changed between mother and son.

She looked up at me and ask, "do you find me attractive?" I said in my view she was a very lovely woman and that I was very proud of the way she had changed her life and appearance. That made her beam ear to ear with a smile and then she reach up and kissed me.

It wasn't a kiss which are shared between mother and son it was one where she stuck her tongue into my mouth, starts breathing a little heavier, slight whimpers and moans starts coming from deep down inside of her. She slightly pulls away asking if I felt okay with this and all I did was look into her eyes. 

There's no doubt she sensed my growing lust for her because in one quick movement pushed me back onto the couch and fell directly on top of me. Our lips and bodies pressed hard against each other as we kissed with such animalistic passion that most people would have been repulsed by it. She wildly ground her hips into me with such force I thought her pelvis would shatter. We lay kissing and caressing each other for the longest time. Every few seconds she would reach between the two of us massaging my cock, and each time she felt the hardness of it would savagely grind her pussy hard against me.

As we continued to neck an uncontrollable urge washed over me like someone had poured a bucket of steamy hot water over me. I pushed mom back reach up and literally ripped her sheer top from her body. Those huge beautiful tits fell towards my face and I immediately buried my mouth over one her nipple and suck it hard into my mouth. The sound that came out of her was deafening.

"Oh My Baby, Suck Mommies Big Tits, Eat It Honey, Bit It, Suck It Harder Sweetheart!" She was holding my head into her with such force I could barely breath and with her grinding her pelvis against my cock I thought she would brake me in half. Mom screamed again, "Oh Honey Bite It, Bite Down Hard On It, Bite Harder Baby on Mommies Nipple!" and as I did she screamed out again. "Your going to fuck you mamma, your going to fuck my pussy aren't you baby, your going to be my teacher and do all those things you use to do with Rachel, Your Going To Fuck Your Mother, Give Her Everything!" At this point she was so loudly vocal I was becoming concerned someone might hear her. 

I laid her down on the coffee table and striped her remaining clothing off and as I did she squealed in pure delight. I slowly and gently kissed the insides of her thighs taking the tip of my tongue running small wet streaks up and down both of them.  As I moved closer to her cunt her hips began to wildly thrash up and down, my nose unintentionally grazed the outer lips of her pussy, she was so soaking wet it caused my nose to be gleaned with juices. Since that caused such a wild reaction in her each time, I continued to tease her pussy with my nose for a few seconds and each time she attempted to maneuver her body in such away to press her pussy into my face. I was enjoying playing my little game with her cunt; just gently grazing it caused her to moan with loud raspy sounds that came from deep inside her.

Mom grabbed me by the head and in with such a sultry and sexy voice pleaded with me, "Oh Baby, Eat Me, I Need It So Bad, Please Baby, Please!" With that I tore my head from her hands as I pushed her back on the table and I lowered my face towards her cunt. Working my way down her stomach she continued to beg, "Honey Please, Don't Wait No More, God I Need It!" 

So with my mouth wide open I cover her mound taking a long swiping lick of her pussy from the bottom to the top, her body shook and a long gasping moan came from her as I flicked my tongue across her clit. "Oh My Goodness, Baby Right There, Don't Stop, Oh My God Right There Bryan, Don't Move, Right There!" she moaned out in wild excitement. I continued to flick the tip of my tongue across the area of her clit that seemed to create the most pleasure for her.

Digging the heels of her feet into the top of the table she raised her pelvis high into the air and with what sounded like a demonic gush of air from her lungs, she began to loudly scream. "Oh Bryan What's Happening To Me, What's Happening, Oh My God It's So Good Baby, Feels So Damned Good!" Her body tensed and then began to quiver all over, she shook so violently it was all I could do to keep my mouth covering her pussy. She screamed to the top of her voice, "OH MOTHERFUCKER!" Mom went completely limp and crashed down on top of the coffee table, she had passed out.

After coming to and clearing the cob webs from her head she began asking me, "what had I done to her, what happened?" I laughing explained, "my best guess was that she had a very intense orgasm." Mom went on and on for several minutes about how incredible it was and that she never thought anything could be so wonderful. "I have never felt anything like it before, I felt so sinfully deliciously and crazed that it's difficult to put into words," she went on to explain.




Question of Incest



We talked for a few more minutes and she asked a million questions of why her body reacted so strongly to what I had done to her. Again jokingly said to her, "remember your 34 years old, you've never had an orgasm and it probably was an evil spirit;" 'that evil spirit of sexual passion that Gramps had repressed in you for so many years." She gave me a little raised eyebrow look and then just laughed. She wasn't putting on an act, mom really didn't know what it was to have an orgasm; she was so naïve. 

As the evening went along I used my tongue on mom several more times and each time she cum so intensely she told me she became light headed. Then she raised up and placed my face between her hands and kissed me gently on the lips and said, "Baby I Want To Feel Your Meat Inside, I Want You to Take You Hard Cock and Fuck Me Until I Scream." 

I laid her down on the carpeting and kissed her with a passion like two people caught up in their first sexual experience would share. Intermingling our tongues, breathing heavily and moaning with such loudness I began a slow methodical approach to placing the head of my cock inside of her. I placed the tip of my meat so it just touched the lips of her pussy. I could fell the warmth and moistness that I had created from going down on her. Her hips began to buck hungrily at me but I wasn't ready to allow her the pleasure of feeling me inside yet, I wanted to tease her and make her beg for it. It only took a few moments of doing this before she began screaming pleas for me to fuck her.

I slide just the head of my cock through the lips of her pussy that caused her to gasp out in a whimpering tone of voice, "Oh!" With that sound I shoved the entire length of my cock in her as fast as I could. Buried in all the way she began to hunch her hips up and down, I continued to press hard and deep inside of her not allowing myself to move around, but she kept moving and thrashing around. With very short stroking movements I slowly began a rhythmic in and out motion with my cock but she wasn't having anything to do with that, she wanted to fuck and wanted it hard and furious.

I slide my cock out to where just the tip was still inside of her and with a forceful plunge drove into her as hard as I could. Anticipating my movement as I went deep into her she met my thrust with one just as strong as I had given her.  Throwing her arms over my neck and wrapping her legs around my thighs to gain leverage she met each of my downward thrust with as much force as I was giving her. She grunted, growled and groaned with a hoarse tone of voice each time our pelvis meet. The slapping sound of our midsection echoed throughout the large living room almost sounding like small firecrackers going off.

With one tremendous upward thrust she squealed out, "Oh You Motherfucker, Way Did You Wait So Long To Give This To Me!" Mom's whole body tensed stiff as a board and I could tell she was in the throes of a very strong orgasm. "Keep Fucking Me, Keep Pounding My Cunt, You Motherfucker Don't You Stop!" she yelled out. We were in complete unison with our thrust, she abruptly stopped and again her body stiffened and I knew she had another very strong orgasm.

I could feel the muscles of her pussy contract around my cock and it sent me over the edge. Waiting until the very last second I pulled out of her and began stroking my meat as she watched with a mesmerized lustful look in her eyes. I shot four or five streams of cum up her stomach and unto her breast, which caused her to shiver with another small orgasm. She grabbed my cock and continued stroking until I had released the last bit and I went completely weak in my legs. I watched as she rubbed cum over her stomach and then smoothed as much of it over her breast as she could. While she was doing this her hips continued large movements up and down as if she was still fucking me. 

In the months to follow we became inseparable we were fucking every chance we got and doing it in every conceivable place there was for two people to do it. Mom had developed an almost super human hunger for sex and it even borderline on perverseness.  She wanted and lusted for anything sexual, she loved anal and after her first experience with it there wasn't a time when we fucked that she didn't want up her ass. She went crazy each time I entered her ass and I can only think of one occasion where she didn't pass out from cumming so intensely. Mom's sexual hunger continued to grow and she wanted it all.

One afternoon she went to an adult store and rented a couple of hardcore videos that depicted women who loved more than one partner at the same time. She became so insatiable about the idea of taking more than one at the same time it was all she talked about for days.

She came home from doing a little shopping and was so excited about what had just happened she was beyond coherence. She had seen this pair of spiked heels in a shoe store window and wanted to buy them to wear out with me some evening. She went over to the shoe rack and picked out her size and salesmen came over and ask if he could help with them.  He directed her to the setting area and as he was helping her place the shoe on her foot, he casually ran his finger up the back of her lower leg. "My God it was like an electrical spark that run straight through my body and caused my clit to throb with uncontrollable spasms," she excitedly explained. Mom didn't buy the shoes telling the salesman she wanted to look around at other stories, but while she sat trying them on her mind had conjured up a plan to involve me in a little evil trisk to fuck the salesman and me at the same time. That evening she wanted me to go back to the store with her and put this little plan into motion. I was to enter first then a few minutes later she would come in and ask the salesman to help her try the same shoes on again. So the little plan was set and I was willing to see how far she would go with it. 

I entered the store a young man of maybe 19 or 20 years old approached and asks if he could help me. From the description mom had given I knew it was the same salesman who had assisted her earlier that afternoon. Telling him I was just browsing; in walks mom. From the bright reddish glow of her cheeks and the smile on her face I could tell she was very excited to see what may occur between the three of us.  

As she walked over and sat down the salesman approached her with a grin on his face from ear to ear. "Well hello again Mrs Danchi, have you decided to buy those shoes?" he inquired of her. Mom told him she would like to try them on one more time. He went behind the checkout counter pulling a box from underneath bringing them back to where she was sitting.

Meanwhile I had walked into one of the isles where it would be easy to observe what was happening, I positioned myself behind him with the security mirror hanging on the wall directly above I could see everything without actually turning around to watch. Mom was sitting with her legs crossed and with the shortness of her skirt it had ridden up to where only about two or three inches covered her thighs. I could clearly see she wasn't wearing anything underneath and knew when the salesman stooped down to place the shoe on her foot he would see also. 

As the young man fit the shoe on mom's foot I watched him take the palm of his hand and gently stroke the calve of her leg. As he slowly moved his hand up and down I noticed her body shiver as if a chill had ran through her entire body. The wild eyed glazed look in her eyes lead me to know she was being overcome by that furious sexual lust that had possessed her in the past few months.

The salesman asks her opinion of how they felt on her foot and she appeared to be examining how they looked by twisting and turning her legs in every direction. With each movement she would allow her legs to spread far enough apart there would be no mistaking from his kneeling position he could see directly up her skirt and gaze upon her bare pussy.

Mom propped her foot upon his bent leg causing her thighs to spread about six to eight inches apart and I heard mom ask, "So what do you think?" His reply came in a nervous stammering tone of voice, "Oh Mrs Danchi, I think it looks absolutely lovely." As she looked at him she could see he wasn't looking at the fit of her shoe his stare was directed between her spread legs. Mom giggled knowing he wasn't talking about the shoes and I could see this little evil grin at the corner of her mouth and knew she was about to pounce on him like a lion after its pry.

"Oh sonny boy I'm old enough to be your mother," she jokingly replied. His eyes didn't raise an inch from where he was looking and stated, "God if you were my mother..." Mom interrupted before he finished his sentence, "And if I were your mother what would you do with me you naughty boy?" He grew silent and before he could respond, in her most sexiest voice mom ask, "Would you do bad things to mommy, would you treat mommy the way she wanted to be treated, could you be bad for mommy?"

Almost choking on his reply, "If you were my mom, I would, I mean, I don't know, I would, well you know what I mean." I almost burst out laughing at his youthful nervousness, as if I was that much older than he was. I knew mom had him primed to do whatever she asks and at that point I would have also, what younger guy wouldn't with an attractive sexy older women practically throwing herself at you?

Mom stood taking her hands pulling the hem of her skirt up to expose her bare pussy. She asks, "Would my naughty little boy take me to the back and show me what he would do to me?" He jumped to his feet telling her he would close up and then they would have the store all to themselves. He and Mom walked down each isle and as they approached me he stated the store was now closed, but mom had other ideas. 

"Baby let him stay, maybe he could join us. You wouldn't object to that, would you?" she asked.

At first I thought he was going to reject her idea, but in a overly excited answer he stated, "Why the hell not!" 

It only took the three of us about thirty seconds to completely undress and have Mom kneeling between the two of us. She eagerly slurped and licked both of our cocks, back and forth one to the other, she would hungrily dive down on our cocks making grunting and groaning sounds each time she released one from her mouth going to the other. Glenn the salesman, was some what smaller than I so each time she gobbled his dick down she drove the entire length to the back of her throat. As she withdraw him from her mouth she would suck his meat all the way from the base to the tip. It took only about a minute doing Glenn this way he shot his first load in her mouth. When he began cumming mom's hips began a wild uncontrolled movement back and forth and her with head she was making rapid circling movements over his cock.

After Glenn had cum he stumbled back away from the two of us, came to rest on a small bench, out of breath, and almost appeared bewildered. Mom was completely crazed when she turned her attention to me, grabbing my cock she drove the length of it to the back of her mouth causing herself to gag profusely. Like I said my meat is much longer in length and thickness than Glenn's, she was trying to deep throat me as she had him, but it was too much for her. Even with that she continued over and over again, with a brutish like passion would drive her mouth down over my cock and then draw outwards with a vacuum like pulling technique. 

Mom noticed Glenn had regained his hard-on and hoarsely gasped out, "Ahhhhh, that young cock is already nice and hard again!"

Using her arms in a sweeping like motion, mom caught me behind the bend of my knees causing me to fall backwards into the floor. Like a vulture would swoop down to catch its dinner; she moved atop of me with such swiftness and had my cock shoved up inside of her before I actually could catch my next breath.  She was pounding up and down on me with such intensity I was having difficulty in regaining my breath from the fall. She would slide up and down on my meat for a few seconds, then settle down hard on me and then grind hard her pussy into my midsection. She stopped and looked over at Glenn and told him, "Get over here and fuck my ass!" Glenn jumped to her command and without any hesitation or lubrication I felt him force his cock into her ass.

Mom launched an assault on Glenn and I that words cannot describe. Feverishly she rode my cock wiggling her hips back and forth and then would shove back into Glenn's inward motion. What seemed to be hours of pure sexual torture ended in a matter of about two minutes with mom yelling out an overpowering orgasm and the three of us heaped on top of each other in total exhaustion.

We've had numerous threesomes since that time, however Glenn was never fortunate enough to be involved with them again. Mom's sexual hunger was beyond anything I had read about or heard of before and her continual need for more was almost impossible to meet even for a 20-year-old. It had grown so impulsive that one night while we were out drinking and playing pool she took on eight guys at once. Even though she claimed her pussy was so terribly sore when we arrived back at our home, we sucked and fucked each other for nearly two hours.  We collapsed and hardly got out of bed for three days.

That was the last intermission of our sexual perverseness I received for nearly six months. It was an everyday and every night occurrence. We would fuck for several hours fall off to sleep and as soon as we woke we were back at each other again. We had become so comfortable with the way things were in our life we never thought anyone would find out about the perversion that mother and son now shared.

It was New Years Eve 1999; wanting to bring the year in cumming for each other mom and I were locked in a side by side sixty-nine position in the living room floor. As if were trying to eat each other alive we both were licking and sucking away at each other with animalistic fervor. I raised upon one arm to position myself to work my thumb in and out of her ass and as I started to lower my mouth back over her cunt, something caught my eye in the doorway between the living room and kitchen. I jumped up realizing Gram was standing there watching her daughter and grandson do to each other what is shared between a husband and wife.

My mom hadn't noticed yet Gram standing in the doorway and the suction she was applying to my cock made a popping sound as I pulled from her jumping to my feet. Mom whimpered like a little pup and wanted to know what was wrong but in the middle of her sentence she saw why I had so abruptly stood up.

It was eerie the room was filled with total silence no one saying a word. We hadn't seen my Grandmother in over two years and never expected her to show up unannounced at our home. 

Gram finally broke the silence by saying, "Babies we really need to talk." I was so frightened my legs were barely holding me up and thinking we finally were going to pay retribution for all that we had done I felt like running. Mother on the other hand seemed to give little thought or care to being caught naked and mouthing fucking her son's cock by her own mother. 

As Gram came over and sat down on the couch I busily gather my clothes up and nervously attempted to get them on, mom just continued to lay in the floor completely nude without regard to what had just occurred. Being caught by her mother didn't phase in the least bit.   

As we all continued to be speechless, Grandmother again broke the silence by stating, "Look I'm not going to condemn you for what I saw, there's a lot we need to clear the air about. I miss you two." That got mom's attention to the point she raised up into the setting position and appeared to be taking an interest in what Gram was about to say.

For me I was scared out of my mind, I could only imagine what was going to happen when she ran home and told Gramps about what she had seen.

As I looked back and forth from each of them something peculiar me, my Grandmother really didn't look that much older than my mother. Gram was such a youthful looking women, pretty face, shapely body, well dressed, and charmingly dignified. She had taken very good care of herself over the years and I was astonished to realize the similarities between the two of them.

As Gram began talking the things I hadn't taken notice of in the past become clear as a starlit night. It never crossed my mind the age difference between my mother and grandmother was only thirteen years, which at that time made her forty-seven years old.  That night mom and I found out mother and daughter was so much alike, in so many ways, we barely believed what we were hearing.

We were told, Grandmother had my mother when she was just thirteen and that my grandfather was eighteen at the time. She went on to tell us how Gramps had been the only man in her life for thirty-six years. There had been so many times over the years she had wondered what it would have been like to experience even a small portion of her inward sexual carvings and have done to her the things she saw the two of us experiencing when she walked in.

Gram wasn't that prudish, tight ass, strictly religious bitch I had pictured.

In the days ahead Gram eagerly joined our secretive sexual life style. It took no time before she became sexually insatiable with the same overwhelming burning desires and perversions that existed in her daughter and grandson. 

After writing this story many of the questions which had possessed my thoughts over the years were answered. Here I am living together with two very lovely and sexually consumed women, with only slight difference being their age, that one statement which Rachel spoke to me some thirteen years before rang loud in my ears.

"It would be the most incredible experience of my life!" 

Believe me, "It has been!"



Question, Questions, Questions



Look at you now, was it only four weeks ago I said those same words.

Sitting on my big double bed I remember looking in the ornate dressing table mirror, look at you now Mrs Susan Watts; it was so strange to be called Watts, 21 years as Harbert, and for the last month Mrs Rupert Watts.

A month of bliss. My mind went back to that lovely honeymoon in the Seychelles and the things a new wife experienced.

I had saved myself; a refined bringing up, all girl school, and an important family had kept me from the seedier side of life.

Rupert had experience and did things to me, exciting things, his tongue and fingers made me putty in his hands, I thought I will, no, I knew I must learn what to do to give him such pleasures but as he said at the time, there’s no rush, the excitement will be in him teaching me the, as he called it, kinkier side of love making and just the thought of innocent me learning how to give him oral sex was giving me a thrill, I wasn’t so sure about the words Anal sex, but?

Newly married and I am here in this huge house in the country with all its expensive extras and my own Mercedes coming next week, oh its great to be blond, beautiful and 21, I even laughed as I remember some-one saying I was like Britney Spears, yes I was happy and going to spend the rest of my life with the man I love.

Still there is a down side, there I was packing for him as he goes back to work, the firm could have been kinder and not sent him to the Berlin office for a week on his first day back but with his executive status and money comes responsibility and I was so proud of him. 

I always kept a dairy with me, logging his progress, he had been the fastest person in the firm to have risen to this important level, so he had to go away and conclude another of his big deals, I thought it will give me time to sort the house out, with the kind of money he was earning it was a big house.

He came in from the bathroom, now clean-shaven and handsome in his business suit, this evening I was taking him to the airport so I could keep the car.

We chatted for a while along the long country roads but it was silence as we hit the main roads, every man for himself until we got round and in to terminal four, no chance to stop and say our goodbyes before we new it I was being moved on by the airport security; bumper to bumper until I got back to the lighter country roads, it was then I noticed the petrol gauge, it was flashing red. 

Mile after mile I drove on, searching, panicking, then I saw one, I must have been travelling on fresh air as I pulled in under the one light, hell it’s shut.

I got out the car, maybe there was a phone, phone yes my mobile, I delved in to my handbag no, in the hurry at the airport Rupert had taken mine with him, my last hope maybe some one lived on the premises. 

I walked around, there was nothing, I felt a little chill, the cool of the evening reminded me I had only got on pants, blouse and a skirt, I didn’t expect this to be happening to me so by now I was panicking.

I sat in the car for a while thinking, should I risk the drive or wait; I got out and walked to the road nothing, there had been nothing since I got there, so much for living in the middle of no-where, I turned back to the car.

I set of headlights suddenly illuminated the fore court, where had they come from; I was dazzled. I moved to the side of the office building as a large van pulled along side me, there was the driver and another man; he rolled the window down, I couldn’t see him but I heard “You lost or something?”

I moved to the door, he shone a torch in my face as I spluttered, “I’m almost out of juice; do you know where the next garage is?” 

The other man past him a map, he opened it and pointed the light of the torch at it, I looked through the window, “Now we are here, this road leads back to Roundly, and this is the city road.”

Like a fool I blurted out, “I know, I’ve just taken my husband to the airport.” 

He still didn’t look at me but carried on saying, “Look this road takes you up to ------,” I never heard anymore as a hand clamped over my face, my handbag clattered to the floor and I was jerked back and up, my feet left the ground.

The man in the van jumped out and grabbed my legs, “Nice one Jake, glad we opened the back first, come on sweetheart, Christ you got nice soft legs.”

I was carried to the back of the van, the driver was already in the back of the van waiting, he waved his arms at the man carrying me, then his strong arms took me, I had just one chance to scream before I was in the back and the door rolled closed.

As the door hit the floor a light came on, but a hand was over my eyes; with my arms pinned painfully behind I started to whimper, “Please don’t hurt me.” 

I heard one of them laugh, “Why is it the first thing they always say is, please don’t hurt me, Christ lady its up to you whether we hurt you are not, Bren, pass the rope, lets get her secure and see what we got to play with.”

A gruff voice growled in my ear, “Keep still, keep your eyes shut and do as your told, I’m going to let go of you, move and you do get hurt, big time.”

I felt my arms released and the fingers left my eyes; I didn’t move or try to look 

I stood there shaking, I jumped as my coat was jerked off my shoulders and down my arms, I heard it crumple on to the floor, then I heard a ripping sound, “Kneel down,” I was so scared I couldn’t move.

I sudden thump caused incredible pain in my back, “Kneel now,” screamed in my ear; trying to catch my breath and keeping my eyes closed I dropped to my knees, knocking my handbag to the side, my head was held firm and tape was stuck across my eyes.

My wrists were held outwards and I felt rope fastened to them then my arms where dragged out and secured to the sides slats of the van, I knelt there on my knees, crucified and helpless as a hand patted the top of my head and a patronising voice said, “There’s a good girl, nothing to get upset about, you look just like that aeroplane your husbands in.”

I swallowed hard to stop myself from crying out, but I lost that battle as I heard, “You drive, I’ll find the agents key, we’ll use the second of the renovated barns, its got more beams.”

As I tried to whimper I felt tears through the tape, I heard movement as some-one bent in front of me, “Don’t cry, we knew we were going to take you and have some fun when we saw you walking round the forecourt, pretty girls with big tits shouldn’t be out alone at night.” 

He bent forward and I was almost sick as I felt his tongue touch my lips, his rough stubble scraped against my cheek as his face slid round to my ear, licking at it he whispered, “You said you were out of juice and needed some, well its your lucky night, you see we’ve got plenty of juice and we will be only to happy to pump it in to you,” the van started up and moved off the fore court.

The two men must have moved behind me I heard them talking quietly to the driver. My shoulders ached as I swayed helplessly, my knees began to hurt; my short pleated skirt didn’t give any protection to my naked legs; as well as scared I was cold, the short-sleeved top was only supposed to be for the warmth of the car but suddenly my mind was taken off those problems.

The men had gone quiet when suddenly I felt a hand on my bottom then a voice whispered, “You got a nice round ass.” I mumbled, “Please don’t do that.” 

The voice continued, “And what are you going to do if I don’t?”

I tried so hard not to start sobbing again but when another hand squeezed my left breast I cried, “Oh god no.”

Another voice said, “God’s not here love but we are, now lets look at this sensible, I’m gona ask you a few questions and you gona give me some answers?” 

I didn’t say anything until I felt his hand squeeze my breast hard and I cried out, “Yes, yes what ever.”

He stopped squeezing and said, “Now my friend asked you what you were going to do to stop him, lets look at that, ready?” 

As the hands continued to rub my body, “Yes but please, I beg you don’t hurt me,” was all I could say.

The van lurched to the right as he said, “Told you before, it’s up to you if we hurt you, now I want answers, try this, are you beautiful?”

I muttered, “I eerr,” as I did I felt a hand cup over my skirt and squeeze hard at the flesh between my legs, as it began to hurt I said, “Yes, yes I suppose so.” 

I heard him laugh, “No suppose about it, now try faster next time, have you got nice firm tits?”

I felt so scared, but I knew I had to answer him, “Yes.”

“Have those nice firm tits got big nipples?”

“I don’t know, I haven’t seen many others but they are, are quite eerrr long.”

I felt his hand over my blouse searching for them, he suddenly squeezed one, he licked my ear as he tormented me with “And they feel thick, see I told you, you are beautiful, does your old man like sucking them?”

I chocked out, “ Ya, Yes.” 

He pulled on them, “I bet he does, and do you like it when he licks them and sucks them out, so they’re all wet, long and hard.” 

I was trying so hard not to sob; I knew I was in a hopeless situation as I tried to say what he wanted to hear, “Yes.” 

He laughed, “Yes what?” 

In panic I spluttered out, “Yes I like my nipples sucked.” 

He almost giggled, “Well ain’t that nice, I’ll be glad to be doing something you like, now getting down to the nitty gritty, here’s the next question, what have you got snuggling in your pants?”

As the van lurched I tried to plead again, “Please don’t make me say these things, I haven’t done anything to you.”

But his voice came straight back, “I don’t give a shit, we are the ones who are going to do anything we want to you, now lets try again, tell me what you got between those long, gorgeous, soft legs of yours.”

I was beaten, taking a deep breath and trying to think what to call it I said, “My husband calls it my love shut.”

The bellowing of his laughter nearly deafened me, “Aahh ain’t that nice, but now you call it a cunt, a wet juicy highly fuckable cunt, now answer the question again.”

“My, mmmyy, wet juicy,” my nipple was pinched again, “Go on.”

My wet juicy highly fuckable cunt.”

My torment continued, “And has your juicy cunt got hair on it?”

I had now realised resistance was futile, “Some, but I trim them.”

He was ready with another obscene question, “What shape is your little blond bush, I take it your are a real blond?” 

“Its in the shape of an arrow head and yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes I am a real blond.”

“Mmmmm, so we got a little blond arrow pointing down to your fuckable cunt, sounds nice. I’m not bothered how you like to be fucked, your going to be fucked so many times tonight we will find that out anyway and the same goes for your ass.”

Oh god not there, the thought of these men being able to take me however they wanted, use me and I would be unable to stop them, my mind was in a whirl but worse was to come.

“Can you suck cock all the way, do you swallow or have I got to shove it down your long pretty throat?”

My sob only made him laugh as I said, “No please, not that, I, I don’t now how.”

He almost choked on his laughter as he said, “You will by the end of this, my god with a mouth like yours you will.”

Suddenly another voice said, “Does a little spanking on that cute ass of yours turn you on, it will me?”

My mind shot back to the words, “We’ll use the second of the renovated barns its got more beams,” oh god they were going to string me up and spank me.

An uncontrollable sob came from my mouth followed by a groan as I felt the van stop. 

There was movement all around me, suddenly I heard the shuttered door roll up; hand grabbed at me, holding me, then my arms were free, there was a wonderful feeling as they dropped to my side but it was short lived as the ropes were yanked and I was wrenched forward.

I nearly fell forward but some-one was behind me, I felt arms come round, hands gripped me between my legs, I was quickly dragged upwards, that same sick voice whispered, “Feels nice, how’s this feel?”

I felt his hips grind it to my bottom, his hard penis pushed in between the light material of my skirt and between my cheeks.

I fought to keep my feet on the floor as he deliberately kept squeezing me between my legs pinning me to his crutch until I felt the cold air and the doorway. Another pair of hands clamped around my waist as I was lifted down.

I knew there was a man ether side of me as the third pulled my arms forward. The words, “Watch out for the step,” had me stumbling up three steps.

Hands held me as I heard a door unlock, then a quick tug propelled me through a door, the smell of new wood filled my nostrils; little words like, “Please no, don’t do this to me, have mercy,” kept falling from my lips, but they only fell on deaf ears.

The hands came back from behind plunging even further between my legs, the hard penis touching my bottom felt long and he made sure I felt it.

I heard a slapping sound then again, something swung close to my face, with horror I heard, “No, put the rope the other side of the strut.”

My hands were held forward, I could feel movement with the attached ropes, then the one holding me said, “Up she goes,” and my hands suddenly pulled up and out, I cried out, “Stop, please stop its hurting me.”

The one holding me pulled his hands hard up between my legs, “We could always put you on a stand, pull your arms up again, then take the stand away, you’d know how Jesus Christ felt, you want to try it?”

I sobbed a pathetic, “No, don’t do that to me,” I sensed the other two were now standing closed to me as the one holding me said, “Then we will have to find out what you do want us to do to you.”

They moved away from me, a voice said, “Get the cans,” I stood there, my arms pulled up and out making me look like a clock at ten to two. I heard things being pulled around the room, then the hissss sound of cans opening. 

The same voice that had tormented me in the van started at me again, “Now lets get back to our little game.”

“Hay gorgeous, you listening?” I nodded, “Now you didn’t want us to crucify you, so what can we do to you?” those words drilled in to my mind and I knew they would make me answer.

As my brain tried to take in my situation another voice said, “Come on sweetheart don’t be shy you can tell us,” I could hear them sniggering.

I tried another, “Please let me go,” but that got the worst answer I wanted to hear.

“You remember me telling you how turned on I get when I take my belt to a cute ass, if not you will if you don’t answer my mate here.”

I know I’m blond and some what naive but I’m no bimbo so it was obvious from the filthy interrogation I got in the van that there was only one answer they were going to force out of me, and there was the other thought in my mind, I wanted to get out of this, alive.

I took a deep breath, “Why don’t you have sex with me?”

This was met with horrendous laughter, with the room being empty the sound echoed round, deafening me, what had I said wrong?

“We don’t want to have sex with you, we want to fuck the shit out of you, now answer the question.”

Did my tormentors have any mercy, with survival my only thought; again I took a deep breath, “Why don’t you fuck the shit out of me.”

The laughter went down to stupid cat-calls, “At last our fun tonight has got the idea, time to unwrap the goodies,” I felt them gather round me, my body was being fondled, suddenly a tongue licked my face.

“mmmmmmm, taste good, does the rest of you taste the same, you gona let us find out?” I stayed silent, but they weren’t going to let it rest, my hair was grabbed and shook, I squealed, “Yes, yes.”

The evil voice whispered, “Now our night of funning with you is about to start, I want you to remember what you said at the beginning, remember, please don’t hurt me?” I nodded, “Then you answer the question the way I have taught you and quickly, there will be no more second chances, only the chance of pain.”

I felt some-one squeeze my arse cheek very hard, and a voice said, “Oh how I could spank this,” my position was hopeless, I had to do anything these filthy men wanted me too, I blurted out, “I want you to lick me and find out if I taste good,” I swallowed, “All over.”

“All over it is,” I don’t know who said it but fingers pulled at the buttons of my blouse, hands were on the back of my legs, sliding up under my skirt, the same thing at the front, hands were on my inner thighs, stroking up towards my pants, I choked back tears as I heard, “You grab the back I got the front, lets get this accommodating ladies pants down.”

As I felt my pants pulled down over my thighs their revolting voices filled my ears, “ Oh yes what a cute ass, round, smooth and for the moment white.”

“She has got a little blond arrow head and what its pointing at is gorgeous, I real tight slit with fat full lips, oh I’m gona enjoy tonguing that, just as much as splitting it open with my dick.”

I squirmed and wriggled, fingers were now rolling and pinching my nipple as a mouth covered the other; fingers where pushing up my pussy and in between the cheeks of my arse.

My pants were pulled all the way down, then a mouth covered my pussy, the rough unshaved face scratched my inner thighs, I could now open my legs if only to ease the pain but that only allowed a tongue to push up and in to me. 

Their mouths were so busy, sucking at my nipples, licking me between my legs both back and front for them to taunt me, no, I was taunting myself, I felt the tongue at my pussy starting to do things to me, the same things my husband did.

I knew my nipples were hard as his tongue flicked at them, his fingers could do the same; even the tongue tickling up between the cheeks of my arse seemed to enflame my body but it was the tongue between my legs, buried so deeply in my pussy that was forcing me to open my legs further.

They sensed I was aroused, that same voice said, “She seems to be enjoying our tongues, lets enjoy hers.”

Suddenly they stopped playing with me, there was movement around me, my legs were held together and a rope held them firm, then suddenly pulled back, as that happened my arms were slowly lowered.

I felt my legs pulled up behind me as my knees brushed the floor my arms were locked off again, as I half knelt half swung, a voice said, “Just the right height,” then the pain in my arms returned.

The dark of the blindfold heightened my senses, I knew they were close, I could hear them, I knew they were taking their trousers off. 

I jumped when something slapped on the side of my face, a voice said, “Open that gorgeous mouth sweetheart and keep it open,” then I knew what had slapped my face.

Slowly I gave in to the filthy men who had me at their mercy, my mouth opened. 

I felt sick as I heard, “Me first then you and you can finish her,” I didn’t have time to argue as my mouth filled with one fat cock. 

Hands grabbed at my head as he carried on, “Then we can strip her, hang her up by all fours and see if her other holes are as tight as they feel.”

I chocked and gasped as this huge thing filled my mouth, I found myself being forced to stretch my mouth open as wide as possible, it thumped in, the filthy meat was trying to push down my throat and there was nothing I could do to stop him.

I tried so hard to swallow, to open my throat as much as I could, all I could do was try to keep breathing as more hands pulled at my nipples or touched my pussy and arse. Suddenly the length pushed further down. 

I had been thinking about the hands abusing me and had relaxed my throat, the cock was now fully in me, his sweaty body pressed to my nose. He quickly told the others that I was a fucking good face fuck, took it all the way; he shook my head, “Have I fucked any shit out yet, no, well there’s time yet, hope your hungry, cause it ain’t everyday I get a pretty mouth like yours to dump a load in.”




Question, Questions, Questions



With my head held tight there was no way I could dislodge the fat meat stuck in my throat, he was just jerking it back and forth and I was breathing through my nose.

I could feel him getting more excited, the cock was getting fatter and I knew he was going to cum, god I was so relieved when he slid it back and said, “Keep your mouth open and your tongue out its feeding time.”

I knew he was using his hand to pump his filthy juice out, suddenly the first splatters hit my face and then in to my mouth, I felt the tip of his cock resting on my tongue as he jerked the rest of his cream in to me.

I felt movement in front of me some-one said, “Get the fuck out the way, my turn to fuck her mouth, come on sweetheart get a man sized cock in your mouth.”

Though this next cock wasn’t so long it was fatter, I had to keep my mouth fully open not to catch it with my teeth and again my concentration was compiled by hands playing with my tits, pussy and arse, all the time this fat meat plugged my mouth completely.

My mouth fucking began all over again; my hair held as he forced my head up and down like some nodding dog, his voice sniggering, “ Your right about her being a fucking good face fuck, reckon she was telling lies in the van, she’s been having her mouth fucked plenty of times, and she must like it, she’s got a mouth like a sucking cunt, ain’t you darlin, now show me how good a suckin your gona give me.”

I wanted to scream at these filthy animals as they abused me, tell them that I wasn’t like that but all the time all the things they were doing to me was having an effect.

It was the same feeling as Rupert caused in me, my pussy was wet and they knew it. The fingers pushing up my arse tickled more than hurt and my hips were involuntarily moving, the fingers up my pussy were now slipping up easily and to my disgust I suddenly realised I was actually sucking on the foul thing in my mouth.

I must have been because the cock in my throat slid back and a voice shouted at me, “Keep them lips tight, keep it all in darlin, I want to see you swallow it all before you start suckin my mate.”

As my mind reeled at the thought of another cock stuck in my mouth this one exploded its juice in to the back of my throat, there was so much, more than the last and I found myself sucking it hard down my throat, I was so scared at what they may do to me if I spilt any. 

The voice of the animal fingering my pussy laughed, “Go on sweetheart drink it down, your lovin your face fuckin ain’t you, your so wet, and you told me you didn’t know how to do it, and the way your ass is moving, I reckon the way these two holes feel you can’t wait for us to fill them.”

As I tried to protest the third cock forced its way in to my mouth, this one really used my lips, he kept telling me to suck it tight, keep my lips closed tight around it. He didn’t shove it down my throat he wanted me to continually tickle the fat swollen end with my tongue as he fucked in and out of my mouth.

The men relentlessly fingered my pussy and my arse as I played my tongue over the invading meat in my sore mouth. I’d lost all track of time, my life was held in suspension as these three men used me for their perverted lust.

What drilled in to my brain was their voices, was it me they were talking about, “She’s got a great ass, feels like she loves something up it.” “ Reckon her cunts the same, wet enough to take two, my fingers are soaking.” “If she fucks like she sucks we got a great night ahead, there’s no stopping her tongue, oh jesus the bitch is making me cum.”

Again my mouth was filled with a mans juice, I swallowed this load easily but as I did the fingers that had been toying with me moved away and I chocked with the fear at what was to come next.

The moans of relief as my legs were lowered soon changed to squeals of, “No, please no more,” instead of them leaving them down they were quickly pulled forward, as I swung backwards I heard, “No over that beam.”

My legs were pulled wide as they went up, I swung there completely exposed and helpless, I groaned at the pain as my head lolled back, I groaned louder as a voice said, “Still the right height, come on babe open up, you know you love having a cock stuck in your mouth, you suck great cock and it’ll be fun watching while they have your cunt.”

Before I could say anything fingers pulled at my nipples forcing a squeal from my mouth, to do that I had to open my mouth and immediately it was filled by a cock; he carried on squeezing my nipple as he said, “You’ve already cleaned my cock but in this position your tongue can clean my balls.”

I tried to shake my head, to remove it but suddenly I felt something touching me between my leg and it wasn’t fingers.

It thrust in, it was the long one and it pushed up and up filling me more than Rupert ever had; I thought it would stop but it pushed up thumping in to my cervix bone and I was already so wet and sensitive, a surge of sexual pleasure exploded through me.

He was slowly fucking me, in a way I had never felt, the length of it was touching places and as he slid it in and out it rubbed on my inner walls, there was a spot, a place that ever time he touched it I jumped, moans sighed around the cock in my mouth, I even forgot the pain of the ropes.

He must have sensed my movement as he deliberately rubbed the spot as much as possible and to add to the sensation he started using his fingers on the sensitive nub of my clit, the my own disgust my body began to wraith, my knees pulled at the ropes as I pushed up.

The cock in my mouth slid out as I heard, “Think you found it.”

I tried not to speak but moans were still being forced from me as this torment of my pussy continued unabated, I was almost delirious as I heard, “Oh yes she’s got one hot G spot and I do believe she didn’t know she had one.”

As I surcome to the words, “ Yes, oh god yes.” I voice gloated in triumph, “Well she does now.”

A voice whispered in my ear, “Yes what?”

As fingers played with my nipples my whole body wriggled in the ropes, “Yes don’t stop please, don’t, don’t stop.” 

“Don’t stop what?”

As his length penetrated me again I heard me say, “Don’t stop fucking me, please don’t stop fucking me.”

The same voice whispered, “Then lick my balls and I’ll make sure you get the fucking a body like yours deserves,” I felt his legs ether side of my head as he lowered his balls on to my mouth and I immediately stuck my tongue out and licked at his hanging sack. 

The long cock fucking me thrust in hard and drove me in to an orgasm; I licked and sucked at the filthy balls, squealing at the way I was being used, suddenly I felt him come, his hot juice filled me again.

The balls in my mouth moved and as I gasped for air the cock drove back in my mouth, I didn’t have time to think as another cock pushed in to my pussy and he had watched the first one, he soon found the spot again and soon I was rushing towards another climax.

Again I found myself squealing at another orgasm, but still he worked on me, I found my climax’s coming thick and fast. I was sucking at the meat in my mouth as I was fucked relentlessly, I thought that this was the most I could feel but I was wrong.

As the man fucking my mouth enjoyed the pleasures of my tits, the other man fucking my pussy rubbed my clit, I could hear them sniggering at the way my body was being forced to respond then suddenly I felt a finger push up in to arse, I went rigid as I experienced my first multiple orgasm.

The man in my mouth started to shove further down I could feel him getting fatter as I tasted the first squirt of his come; my cheeks filled out as I held his juice then he pulled out. 

Due to the feeling between my legs my head fell back I could feel the juice running over my face as it bubbled from my mouth with me squealing in to the orgasms. 

The finger up my arse tickled against the thin membrane as the cock spewed its cum in to me, then the two left me, I hung there, my body exhausted but my pussy was still aroused. 

My legs were lowered and arms came round from behind, grabbed my tits and pulled me up. He held me as my arms were untied, then I felt a rope around my waist, it quickly went tight holding me up, my arms were dragged down and my wrists tightly tied to my ankles, I couldn’t move, I was in the most vulnerable position of being tied, bent over.

Fingers again played around my pussy and arse, I moaned a pathetic, “No more,” but my hair was dragged up and a voice said, “Oh yes plenty more, here taste this.”

I felt the soft cock rub on my face; then on to my lips, it smelt of me, “Come on get it in your mouth, bet you’ve never tasted your cum before, try it, its really nice.”

Soon I was sucking at the floppy cum soaked cock, swallowing the taste of my own pussy juice and still the other two were behind me pushing in to my pussy, thank god they couldn’t get their fingers to that spot again.

I heard movement and a noise, then one side, “Here it is,” no their fingers couldn’t get to me but there was something hard being pushed in me, it was rubber, fat and to my horror in was heavily ridged, it was a handle with think finger grips and as I sucked the cock hard with my mouth so it was sliding up my wet aroused pussy.

My mind screamed stop; stop this thing, the ridges on the fat handle were rubbing inside me and it was going deeper, then they pulled it back only to shove back and further, it was filling me, then it was touching; my knees buckled but I was held by the rope, I couldn’t escape and that feeling was returning.

I moaned around the hardening cock in my mouth as fingers started to tickle my pussy and arse again; the handle excited me so their fingers continued to tickle me extenuated the heat inside my pussy.

The cock in my mouth, now hard, started to force its way in to my throat, gagging my squeals; my hips jerked in the ropes but still they fucked my pussy with this obscene object and then they mocked my helplessness.

“Come on sweetheart, lets have you humpin again, you love a fucking don’t you?”

“Can’t get enough of the fucky, fucky can you, ready for some more, there’s a good cock sucker.”

“Ether of you wants to fuck her mouth? I’m gona have me a piece of that cute hot ass.”

As he pulled out of my mouth I spluttered, “No, not there,” but no sooner had I said that than another cock was pushing at my mouth, the handle had been pushed fully up me and the hard cock that was still wet from my sucking was pushing at the entrance to my arse forcing the little pink hole to my bowels to open for my next rape.

The word rape drilled in to my mind, was I being raped, was I hating it, where they hurting me?

The cock in my mouth was getting hard, it was the fat one and my lips were stretched around it, I’d learnt to tickle the head with my tongue and by doing that he didn’t choke me, he just let me play around it.

The cock head pushed in to my arse, I couldn’t stop him, his fingers held my cheeks wide. 

His thrusts were slow and somewhat gentle, I almost relaxed until his hips came in contact with the handle still in-cased up my pussy.

As it touched me it was sending more shock waves of pleasure and he knew that the sensation had increased.

Giggling he said, “Come on bitch take it up the ass, you know your fucking love it,” as he started to pick up speed, fucking both my holes.

These men had done something to me, as the sensation grew in my pussy it was too much to stop, my hips pushed at the invading poles. I found myself sucking at the cock in my mouth, my tongue deliberately tickling the little hole at the tip of the fat head, I was virtually making the man face fuck me and I could take it.

There was something about being helpless, being tied up and unable to refuse what they did to me, the sensations weren’t my fault, after all I’m a young women with a sensuous body, yes its my bodies fault, they are making it respond, not me, I can’t help it.

I felt a slap, “Wiggle it, you know your loving it, you fucking hot assed lying bitch.”

I wiggled my arse like a obedient dog as my first climax had me squealing round the fat cock, some-one was under me, sucking at my nipples playing with them with their tongue, and it wasn’t long before I felt my next orgasm build as the fat cock pumped more juice in to my stomach.

My body jumped as my arse was filled for the first time, he pumped me full but as he did he slid out but continued to fuck me with the handle until I begged him to finish me, he did and I came, again.

They didn’t let me hang down for long, my hair was suddenly yanked up, I felt the ropes on my wrists untied and slowly I straightened up, the rope was taken from my waist but I had to be held, some-one took great delight in standing behind me and holding me up by my tits.

I finger scooped the dried cum from my face and pushed it in my mouth, a voice said, “Suck it all in,” I did.

“Now sweetheart, do you want to go home?” I whispered, “Please.”

“Well I don’t see why not, you’ve been a good fuck and you’ve enjoyed it so don’t come, ha that’s something you have down so many times I’ve lost count, anyway, don’t come the little miss innocent with us.”

He licked my face and winked at me, “Anyway we will take you back to your car, put petrol in and you can be on your way.”

I managed a small smile, but he shook his head, “Oh no, not that easy, that will be in about an hour, should give us time to have you again and maybe again, and you will say nothing to no-one understand?”

Another whispered, “Yes” sealed my fate.

“We ain’t gona tie you up, no point, we ain’t letting you go nowhere, you just let us lead you where we want and you will get home, now for your next little duty lets have you sat on my mates pole and you do the old bouncy, bouncy while you fuck him.”

Still blindfolded I was lead forward, told to straddle and lowered myself on to the waiting cock, I felt it slide in, further and further, oh god it was the long one and it seemed to go on forever.

I sat there impaled on this long cock, it was fully in me and still had a inch to go; slowly I moved up and down, I’d done this with Rupert but he hadn’t filled me like these men did.

He started to move his hips making his cock move around inside me, I tried to steady myself with my hands but they were soon pulled away and wrapped around the two cocks ether side of me and I could feel that strange feeling again, I jumped even more every time I slid down.

With in minutes I was pumping up and down, squealing as I raced head long in to another orgasm, my pussy was on fire and I needed to put it out.

The cocks in my hand had moved forward, enough so I could move my head sucking on one then the other, like a deranged whore I fucked myself to two orgasms before he filled me and I had sucked one of them off deep in to mouth until I swallowed more juice.

They lifted me off him and pinned me to the wall, my hands were fastened in front with sticky tape; they dressed, told me they had my clothes and I was ushered out in to the night air.

Bundled back in the van it soon moved off, as I sat in the back of the van a voice said, “You forgetting something?” I looked toward the sound and hopefully shook my head.

“Oh I think you have, you fucked my mate off and sucked another but I ain’t come yet, so we have a little time for you to get on all fours, I been fancying your ass all night.”

My hands bound in front made it possible for me to kneel on the van floor as this man mounted me, his cock quickly buried up my ass as he slowly fucked me, making sure it would last all the way back to my car. 

He was still enjoying me as we stopped, he kept pumping himself in to me until petrol had be put in my car and they were ready to leave, then with a few hard powerful thrusts he empty himself up me.

Still naked I was put back in my car, my clothes slung on the back seat and my handbag returned to the passenger seat, I sat there, still bound as they pulled away.

It took me ten minutes to get loose, and another five to readjust to seeing again, the bastards had kept my pants and the seat was wet from the cum dribbling out from my arse but I did make it back home unseen.

I laid in the bath, looking at my body; after I washed the dried cum from between my legs I could see no visible marks but I felt very different, it was going to be hard to except that but my love for Rupert and the fact that it would never happen again made me confident I would able to return to a normal married life.

I worked the following day and I worked hard, blotting out the thoughts of the day before, what could I do, tell some one, tell Rupert, if I knew who they were or where they were was one thing. 

What if I did and it was found out how I reacted, how many times did I climax, oh no I decided there and then it would be my memories and that was that besides I was excited by the thought of my new Merc soon.

The next day I woke and I felt better; I was going to have a nice bath, a good breakfast and look over the garden, maybe it was warm enough for a dip in the pool.

I was just putting the last of the breakfast dishes in to the washer when there was a knock on the door, I thought my new car had arrived; excitedly I rushed to the front door.

A woman and two large men stood at the door, they looked very official; the woman flashed a small card at me, “Mrs Susan Watts?”

I nodded, she continued, “We are investigating company fraud, you have your computer in the home?”

I was now petrified, “Yes its in the study.”

Her foot moved to the step, “May we see it?”

I was scared, stupidly I moved back allowing her in; she swept past me as the two men followed; all of them were taller than me and I felt intimidated, her neat blue suit accentuated her slim strong body, I made for the study.

She stood at the computer desk and put her brief case on the table; I was sandwiched between the two men, she looked at me, “I have documents allowing me to inspect this unit; do you have any objections?” I stuttered a weak, “No.”

She pressed buttons, and the computer loaded until the password box appeared, she looked at me, “The password please,” I just looked back at her and shook my head.

I was surprised when she muttered a quiet, “Shit.” She pulled the seat back and sat, “O K lets try a few ideas, what’s your name again?”

“Susan,” she typed my name, the screen flicked and returned to the box.

“Where did you meet your husband?”

“At a party in Kensington,”

She typed in Kensington; still the box remained blank.

She took a deep breath, “Where did you honeymoon?”

“The Seychelles.”

She typed it in and the box disappeared, the computer opened, she laughed, “God, men are so predictable.”

Her fingers raced across the keys, lines and lines of figures appeared, smiling at me she turned, “This looks interesting, I’m afraid this box and you will be coming with us.”

I pulled back, “No, no it’s nothing to do with me.”

She leapt from the seat, “Cuff her, we’ve got what we came for and from what I’ve seen maybe she’d be better here.”

The two men grabbed me and twisted my arms behind me, then I felt the cold steel click on to my wrists, as I squirmed in their grip she opened her brief case and took out a thin disk but what shocked me was, my diary was there under a thick long curved black cock shaped thing that was in the case as well.

She smiled at my pathetic attempts at a struggle then looked up at the men, “Well our three friends were right, what was written in the dairy makes it obvious he is an insider dealer and with what this tells me he has hacked in to several firms to gain fraudulent information, not only could his firm go to the wall but this boy could do a lot of time,” she looked at me, “But only if we gave this little lot to the powers at be.” 




Question, Questions, Questions



She came closer to me, “You remember an evening with our friends, fancy running out of petrol,” I went cold inside, “Well you fell for my little deception, it got me in and a look at the husbands little secrets, for that I thank our mutual friends and we crooks must stay together, though my line is a little different to theirs and a little more, shall I say where your concerned, long term.”

She fitted the disk in to a draw that came out of Rupert’s computer then inserted it back.

I stood not daring to speak but my mind raced at what Rupert could have done. I watched as lines upon lines filled the screen then she pressed a few more keys and I sign saying, Downloading, followed by, there is 1hr 20min left.

She turned back to me, “Now where was I, oh yes, these friends tell me your quite a little goer, or is it cumer, anyway lets see if I can find out, I seem to have an hour twenty to spare,” she turned back to her case and took out that black thing, waving it at me she said, “This should help, take her upstairs boys and strip her.” 

My futile attempts at fighting were laughable as the two men dragged me upstairs, found our bedroom and started pulling and tearing my clothes off. My screams and hysteria meant nothing to them and soon I was naked, they had made sure that they had a good feel of me before she arrived and I was thrown on the bed.

She had taken her jacket off and was touching her face with that thing, “Thanks boys, there’s drink downstairs, I’ll call if I need you.”

She dropped the black thing on the bed, moved up and stood beside. As she started to unbutton her blouse she spoke, “My, my you are a pretty thing, those thugs were right, a real beauty and everything right in the right places,” she let her blouse drop on the floor.

Hitching her skirt up to her stocking tops she crawled on to the bed, she put her arms ether side of my head, her mouth twisted in to a sneer, “Seems your new husband has been making his way in life on the back of others and the way he’s done it, its against the law.”

I felt a tear run down the side of my face as she carried on, “There, there, there’s no need to get upset as I said before, we crooks must stick together and there’s a way he can keep his good name, but if you want him to stay out of jail, you can’t keep yours.”

I went to speak but she shook her head, “Oh no, you do the listening, now I have it on good authority that you fuck as good as you look, which is good news for me, you see I run a very exclusive business for very exclusive clients, rich clients that would pay very, very well to play with you.”

She put her finger on my lips, “Now I won’t show anybody that hard disc of your husband playing Nick Leeson and you won’t say anything to him, he will still go on his business trips and you will ether entertain here or at another location.”

She took her finger away and kissed it before sticking it back on my lips, “Oh I’m not bad to work for, you will get a percentage of your take, enough to replace your sexy underwear, you’d be amazed at the amount that get ripped off by my clients and of course for petrol, hate you to run out, again and a little something for yourself, looking as desirable as you do you should be in high demand.”

I shook my head but she just laughed, “Don’t even think about saying no, you ether become a working girl or a very poor homeless one,” she unclipped her bra, “Now a know you fuck well but what are you like with women?”

I squeezed my eyes shut, my head shook from side to side but I still heard her laugh, “And who better to try you out than your new boss.”

She tossed her bra on the floor and slid back down me, she stood at the bottom of the bed and dropped her skirt and then panties.

I looked, her body was that of a slim strong athletic woman, she had a tattoo over a bald pussy; her small firm breasts hardly moved as she bent forward and picked up the black thing. 

She licked her lips, “Do you like it, I like to decorate it, it gives you something to look at while it’s stuck on your face, anyway yours looks cute, mind if I take a closer look?” 

Sarcasm etched in her voice, “Come on, don’t be shy, there’s ten years of good fucking in you and at a thousand a fuck, its good long term business, so lets have those shapely legs spread nice and wide and have a good look at what’s so special about you.”

My mind switched off to the outside world, as I stared at the ceiling I felt my legs open, what was to become of me? How could this be happening? How could I get out of----, suddenly I felt it, then a droning noise, it slid between the folds of my pussy and tingled.

My knees moved up but her elbows soon pinned them down again, my mind tried to comprehend, here I was trying to come to terms with what had just been said, yet still there was sexual awareness. She was laid between my legs, her tongue licked across the thing that was going in me then over my pussy and I shuddered.

I lifted my head and tried to look down, I could feel her working the black rubber cock in to me, gently but firmly she worked it around, opening me, exciting me as she pushed further inside.

I moaned, “Please don’t,” she looked up at me and grinned, “Don’t you worry, soon---” she suddenly stop, “My god from this angle you quite look the Britney Spears.”

She nodded her head, “mmmm, not a bad idea, I could advertise you as, Fuck the look a like, she’s really beautiful.”

She looked down at my pussy, “Anyway soon you’ll be begging for it, just like you did to them.”

I squirmed trying to move but all I did was give her easier access to me, she immediately took advantage and pushed her arm under my arse keeping my hips up, her mouth moved closer as she pushed further. 

To my shame I felt the vibration inside, I blew my cheeks out and groaned, she pushed further, then the vibration increased I squirmed more, I knew I was wet, my hips were jumping up and I realised that soon I wouldn’t be able to control myself because any second the thick black cock would be touching me there.

She increased the vibration as it slid all the way in to me, I jumped and groaned; as I did she moved. 

She slid out from between my legs and moved to the side of me. Her fingers moved the black cock faster, driving the curved end over that incredible spot. 

I jumped and squirmed in my excited torment, her tongue licked under my breast and then tickled its way up to my nipple.

She mmmmd as she pulled my hard long nipple up with her teeth, the sensation of her teeth was exaggerated by her tongue, tickling over it, it had me squealing. 

I was only just aware of her saying, “I’ve known some G-spots but you really are one hot pussy, you will be popular with the clients, your pure sex on legs.

I pushed my heels in to the bed and thrust my hips up to gain the entire length, but she slowly started to pull it out. My pussy shook as the vibration slowed and pitifully I did what she said I would; yes I begged her to push it back in.

She let go of the black cock, it slid even further out, she smiled as her face came close to me, she kissed me hard on the mouth, I immediately opened it and sucked her tongue.

She pulled back and looked down, “You want it back up?” I nodded, she shook her head, “Oh no, beg again, tell me what you want.”

The head of the vibrator was just inside me, the sensation was exciting my clit and I had to have more so I begged, “Please put it in me, fuck me with it, I’m begging you, please, please put it back.”

“Oh my little sex on legs, beg to be fucked as much as you like but it goes back up you when your tongue goes in my pussy, ready?”

As a tried to keep my legs together, trapping the head of the cock on me, I squealed, “I, I dooonn’t no how.”

She squeezed my breast, “Don’t worry, I’ll sit on your face and I’ll make you stick your tongue up me, right up me, its easy, just do to me what it would seem you love done to you.”

She swung her leg over me, facing my pussy, she lent forward and pressed her pussy over my mouth, she rubbed back and forth until I fully opened my mouth, I tasted her as her fleshy lips came in to contact with my own lips.

I felt her touch the black cock and start to push it back, I gasped, my tongue moved out licking her open slit.

She ground her pussy in to my face, “Go on, go on lick it, get in, get your tongue up me.”

I licked at her as she pushed the vibrator up to my spot, I jumped, sucking at her as my hips bucked. Rocking to her fucking she gasped, “Go on fuck it, fuck the cock, I knew you loved fucking, now your proving it, come on you cock hungry bitch, fuck it”.

I jumped and humped, degrading myself as I fucked myself on plastic, she bent further, opening her pussy to my mouth as I licked, sucked and tickled hers, tasting her juice as she got wetter and wetter.

Suddenly she moved her mouth back to the black cock, she licked at me, her tongue tickled my clitoris then her mouth covered it, sucking it up in to her mouth, her tongue was driving me to an incredible orgasm. 

As I came I gyrated my pussy in to her mouth, my muscles twitched as I forced myself to keep the cock on that spot. I licked at her furiously making sure she kept that thing firmly on that spot, humiliated I might be but I didn’t want her to stop fucking me.

Suddenly I felt a surge in her pussy, she was getting wetter, she was lifting herself up slightly then pushing down on to my tongue and I made sure I was flicking it at her as far up her as I could.

She started to buck in to my mouth, she wiggled herself, the more she rammed that curved plastic cock in me the more I attacked her pussy, we were both in a frenzy of lust.

As both our pussies spasmed in to our climax’s she collapsed forward passionately kissing my pussy making me scream as I pumped my juice over the plastic cock.

As my body subsided, I stared as the fat wet lips that had just pumped juice in to my mouth; I felt her kiss my legs as she climbed off, she whispered, “Not bad for a first timer,” then she went to her blouse lifted it and put it on.

Next she pulled her pants on, I could still hear the cock buzzing on the bed.

As she picked up the rest of her clothes she went to the door and called, “Right you two, up.”

She moved back towards me, her fingers disappeared in to her blouse pocket and brought out keys, the two men entered. As she bent to pick the rest of her clothes up she threw the keys at them, “You can take them off, she won’t fight, it might be fun for you if you use bendy on her before you fuck her, I’ll be downstairs getting a lot more information on Mr Watts movements, after what I’ve just witnessed I think I will be needing that hot pussy on its own quite a lot.”

They moved towards me, all I heard was her going downstairs singing; Money makes the world go around.

I looked at them as they stripped their clothes off, I couldn’t believe my eyes both of them where bigger than the biggest of the men who had defiled my body the other night. 

The bald one told me to turn over, I did, thinking they wanted to take the cuffs off but suddenly I felt my legs pulled wide open, I tried to look back but they held me tight.

A slap on my arse kept me still; then I felt the tickling sensation of the cock touching me between my legs, the first thing the bearded one said scared me, “Come on shove it up her cunt, lets get her hot, I want to fuck this one till she screams.”

With my chin on the pillow I gazed and my own bed head, I was lying on my bed, the bed that Rupert and I had made love on, yet I’d just had lesbian sex with one woman, the woman who was now in control of our lives and as I felt the black tormenter being pushed up me, I knew I was going to be given another hard fucking and these men would be expert at making me cum again.

It pushed in and I groaned, a voice sniggered, “Ya gorgeous you grunt while you can, my cock will soon be reversing anything coming out of your mouth. 

The fear of what these men were going to do to me was over shadowed be the sudden tingling between my legs. He wasn’t gentle; thank god I was still wet from her as he pushed up trying to find what he wanted.

He was turning the vibrator around, it was at maximum power; the curved end touching every part of my cervix channel; a low groan escaped my throat as my arse jumped, my body betraying me told them they had found what they wanted.

There was no mercy, they just laughed as I groaned and grunted. They were driving, ah, ah, ah sounds from me as he just curled the black cock in and out, rubbing it hard inside me, he was fully aware of what he was doing to me.

As my arse rose, bucking at the intrusion, my body was electric, uncontrollable and enjoying it.

I felt the cuffs unlocked and a voice told me to get on all fours. I did, my legs involuntary opened, shame had nothing to do with it, I couldn’t help myself my body was building to yet another climax.

As again little grunts where forced from me the bearded one slid on the bed, sat, pushed his back against the headboard, spread his legs ether side of me, he didn’t have to speak, even if I was in the throws of a climax it was obvious what I had to do.

My mouth closed over the thick, long monster cock that stuck up in front of my face. 

Even as I struggled, I was starting to cum over the thick black cock but I knew I had to work on the real one stuck in my mouth. Though my mind was clouding in its climatic ecstasy I knew if I didn’t use my tongue to play with the end, use what I’d learnt to excite him, this man would drive his huge cock down my throat.

The buzzing vibration being concentrated on that spot was driving me from that orgasm on to another.

The bald one just kept working on me, he knew I could do nothing to stop him and the way my arse was moving he knew I wouldn’t want him too.

My tongue tickled over the knob end in my mouth, every part of me being forced to enjoy what I was doing when the first real slap stung me. Then another and another, each cheek started to burn, but as I jumped to the spanking the thing up my touched me more and more and I climaxed again.

He wouldn’t stop, more slaps rained down, I was virtually eating the cock in my mouth, sucking at the end, kissing it all over to allowing myself breath as I moaned and grunted towards more uncontrollable orgasms.

Then with out warning the slaps stopped and the black cock withdrew, to be replaced with it tickling the little join between my two holes.

I whined and whimpered but my hair was yanked up and the bearded one grinned at me, “My friends tell me you play a game, lets play it, ready?”

As my arse moved to the tickling sensation I moaned, “What.”

His grin grew wider, “That’s right, what, as in what do you want?”

I felt fingers touch my clit; the rubbing sensation was too much for me and I whispered, “Put it back.”

A grunted laugh from him heralded, “Oh louder and with more, you weren’t that shy with my friends, try again.”

The black cock slid in, tickled me, relight my aroused pussy just enough to get me breathing hard again then pulled back, oh how I needed it, I moaned, “Do me, please do me.”

My pussy was dribbling and they knew it, he held my hair as he rubbed the end his cock on my lips, still he said, “Do what?”

I had to have relief, so as I was forced to kiss the fat knob-end I said, “Fuck me, I need you to fuck me,”

Then a finger screwed up my pussy, I jumped yelling, “Gemme a fucking cock, fuck my cunt you shits, just fuck me, that’s what you want, you want my cunt so just fuck me.”

I felt the tip of his cock at the entrance to my pussy, just toying with me. My head was held by the other, making me lick the full length of his cock as well as his balls, the way I was held stopped me from moving back, stopped me from impaling myself on what I wanted.

Slowly he shoved it in, then out, then a bit further. My arse bucked and wiggled as I felt it filling me, his long fat length getting closer to that spot, suddenly it was in there, I sucked the other fat cock fully in to my mouth and let them both just stay there as I did the work, bouncing my arse back, driving my head down on the cock in my mouth fucking both cocks myself.

I was oblivious to their remarks, “What a hot assed fuck, what I slut, she fucks like a race horse, all you got to do is start her up and ride the fucker in,” none of it mattered as long as I got to another climax.

I came and was building again when they came. They sneered at me, laughing, knowing I wanted more. The bald one threw the black cock at me and both of them watched as I fed it up in to my pussy, I just had to relieve myself again.

I degraded myself for their viewing pleasure until they stood in front of me, dragged me to my knees and let me suck them hard while I fucked myself, it was unbelievable, I came again and again.

I had cum but they were hard again. I was forced down over one cock and then pushed forward so my arse could be fucked at the same time. Yet another new experience which had my body wanting more. I lay sandwiched on the bed until all three of us had cum again. 

She walked in, dropped a list of instructions on the bed and they dressed and left me.

Well as I said in the beginning that has all happened in the last four weeks of my life.

I’m sitting here now, Rupert is none the wiser; he’s away, Japan I think. As for me, well I must say I look different.

I’ve got on a white studded dog collar, a white crutchless basque, suspenders and white lace stockings, white ankle strapped high heels, I have on a bride’s vale, my hair pulled up and through the circular tiara and I’m made up to the nines.

I’m sitting here waiting for three clients, there are two more this afternoon and I’m in town at a five star hotel suite tonight, all night.

This is my fourth time as a working girl, my mistress say’s I’m booked heavily every time Rupert’s away so I was to get used to it, and to think six weeks ago I was an innocent virgin bride, just look at you now.

PAGAN.



Questioning



"Ooh, here's a good question!"

Annie waved the strip of paper in the air like it was a winning lottery ticket. She couldn't help but revel a little. The game had been a great idea; not only was everybody having fun and breaking the ice, it was a great way to learn all sorts of stuff about the people she was going to be spending the next four years of her life with.

She held the paper out in front of her. "'What's the sexiest thing you can ever see?'"

There was some hooting and laughing from the guys and girls sitting on every available surface of the tiny dorm room. Big surprise, a bunch of college freshman on their first night away from their parents get together and most of the questions people write turn out to be about sex. Annie's eyes fixed on those of her roommate, legs curled underneath her on the bed opposite the redhead.

"Sinead, you go first."

The casually-dressed brunette chewed thoughtfully on her lower lip. "Actually, could I go last?" There were some boos and moans of disapproval, and Annie rolled her eyes. Sinead shrugged defensively. "It's just mine's a tie, so if someone else turns out to have the same thing as me I'd rather let them be the one to say it because I'll still have one left."

"Oh, fine, you big baby! Melanie, are you braver than my boring, spineless roommate?"

The lithe blonde sitting on the floor darted her eyes nervously back and forth and giggled. "Um...okay...so, you know like...when a guy's just wearing a button-down shirt, and it's hanging down, and you can just see the tip of his dick swinging around underneath?"

There were a couple of murmurs of approval from other girls, while Gina, sitting next to Sinead, just snorted. "Girl, what kinda tiny-dick motherfuckers you been gettin' naked with?"

That made everyone hoot, and Melanie just blushed and giggled more.

"Okay then, Gina, you got a better one?"

"The sexiest thing you can ever see is a brother with muscles, no shirt, just covered with sweat, towelin' down after he worked out."

There was some more approval, a few comically-licked lips, and Annie turned to the girl on Sinead's other side. "Carrie?"

"Guys shaving," the compact Korean girl said. "Don't know why, it's just always done it for me."

"Hey, I'm not judging. Sam, what about you?"

The tall, dark-haired guy with the goatee held up his hands. "Okay, so, I know this is gonna get shouted down by all the girls..." There were groans and shouts of encouragement. "But...girl with cum all over her face." As anticipated, the girls groaned and shouted again, this time less encouragingly, and Sam just grinned. "Hey, look, you don't see it from the guy's perspective, all right, it's hot as fuck!"

"Yeah, well from the girl's perspective, it's praying some asshole doesn't put your eye out and having to wash jizz outta your hair!" The girls laughed, and Carrie even gave Gina a high five.

"Well, mine's a hot guy in a well-fitted tux."

The girls approved, and Sinead chuckled. "Really? Sean Connery or Roger Moore?"

Annie blushed and ran a hand through her red curls. "I don't have to answer that, on the grounds that it's Timothy Dalton." There was some scattered laughter from the people who either knew what they were talking about or wanted to pretend they did. "Mike, be my hero and save me from this torture!"

The only other boy in the room leaned forward. "Okay. Two girls kissing." There were some groans of disappointment and at least one "Unoriginal!" courtesy of Carrie, but the plaid-shirted brunette just shrugged. "Hey, you can frown all you want, but you know I'm right. Two girls making out, hottest thing ever. Right? Come on, somebody back me up!"

Annie looked across to the other bed when she realized her roommate was laughing. "Sinead? Does this mean you're ready to go?"

The cute brunette smirked. "Yeah, okay." Sinead leaned forward, eyes glittering. "Like I said, I've got two: the sight of a woman's pussy between her legs when she bends over, and a girl with big boobs taking off a t-shirt."

There was silence, a couple of blinks. Then Mike, because who else, said "Wait...you're a lesbo?"

Sinead rolled her eyes and waved her hand dismissively. "Pfft, don't be silly. I'm straight, I just only like to have sex with girls."

There was a little nervous chuckling and glance-sharing as people tried to figure out whether she was joking. Sinead just rolled her eyes again.

"So, have you actually...gone all the way with a girl?" Melanie asked in a hushed whisper, like she was afraid they were going to get caught or something.

Sinead smiled casually and perhaps a little bit smugly. "Oh yeah. Two."

"Have you ever been with a guy?" Mike asked, and Sinead's freckled nose wrinkled.

"Ew. No."

"Well, but then—"

"Oh no, don't even try to hit her with that 'how do you know if you've never tried it' bullshit," Gina interjected. "She knows just like you know you wouldn't like being with a guy without having to try it out!"

Mike cleared his throat awkwardly. "Um, yeah. Right, of course." Annie decided to take pity on him and handed him the bowl. He pulled out the next question and cleared his throat.

"Who's your biggest celebrity crush?"

...

An hour later everyone else had left with a promise to get some lunch together tomorrow, leaving just Annie and Sinead unpacking and listening to the rain beating against the window. As she piled her underwear and socks into the drawers under her bed, Annie couldn't help the occasional glance over her shoulder, and more than once she saw Sinead glancing back. Eventually, the brunette sighed and sat up on her bed.

"Hey, Annie?"

Annie turned to do the same. "Yeah?"

Sinead frowned. "I didn't...make this weird, did I? I mean, I didn't screw this up, or make you feel like I was..."

Annie waved her hand. "Oh, God no. Come on, I'm a big girl. It's not like I'm afraid you're gonna molest me in my sleep or whatever."

Sinead smiled, half relief and half mischief. "Oh good, so you won't see the plan coming..."

Annie rolled her eyes and tossed a pair of red socks at her roommate's face. As Sinead sat there chuckling and fiddling with the socks, Annie's eyes narrowed.

"You did it on purpose, didn't you?" Sinead blinked and looked up. "The question thing. You like surprising people with it, because you don't, you know..."

Sinead's eyebrows rose. "Because I don't what?"

Annie, who suddenly realized what dangerous territory she was in, flushed a little. "Well, I just meant that you don't...you know...look like...a lesbian."

Sinead laughed. "Really? So what do lesbians look like?"

"Well, you know, like..." Annie blushed and avoided her smirking roommate's eyes. Every word was just making her more and more flustered. "Either...butch, or like...super-feminine. I mean, right? You're just like...I don't know, girl-next-door."

"Yeah, well, so are most lesbians. Just ask Ellen." Sinead shot her a searing leer. "It's how we hide in plain sight so we can feed..."

Annie rolled her eyes, but at least she wasn't blushing anymore. "God, you're such a freak!"

In response, Sinead just threw her socks back at her.

"And actually, just because I'm not wearing flannel or whatever doesn't mean I'm hiding anything. You pay close attention, there are plenty of clues that I'm gay."

"Oh yeah? Like what?"

She held out her hand. "Like the nails: short, with smooth, rounded tips."

"What's that got to do with..." Annie blushed. "Oh."

Sinead grinned and raised that hand a little until she could pluck at her wrist. "Or the hairbands."

Annie scoffed. "Come on, lots of girls with long hair carry around hairbands! Why would that be a lesbian thing?"

Sinead's grin widened. "Wow, you really are straight, aren't you?"

Annie shrugged defensively. "Why would you say that?"

"Because your hair's even longer than mine, and you honestly have no idea." Annie frowned, and Sinead laughed. "Come on! You're telling me the Venus necklace didn't tip you off?"

"Well, but...that's just the female symbol, it just means you're a girl!"

Sinead rolled her eyes and dropped to her bed. "Wow. Girl, I'm gonna have to teach you a lot of lesbian trade secrets if we're gonna hang out."

Annie frowned playfully and went back to unpacking. After a few minutes, though, she turned back around to find Sinead still lying on her bed, eyes half-open and one hand on her stomach.

"Sinead?"

"Hm?"

"Could I ask you...I don't know, kind of a weird question?"

The brunette blinked and pushed herself up onto her elbows. "Yeah, sure."

Annie licked her lips. "Would you want to...I don't know...make out a little?" Sinead's eyebrows rose, and a smug smile curled her lips. Annie blushed. "I just...I mean I've never really been friends with a lesbian...oh God, I didn't mean it like that, but...I mean now that you brought it up I'm starting to think about it and it is college, so..."

Annie's words dribbled off as Sinead stood up right in front of her, putting their faces just inches apart. "Do you really want that? Might make everything weird."

Annie shook her head and tried to laugh. "It won't, I promise. I'm just...curious. I need to...get it out of my system, or whatever. And I mean, better to do it now than if we get drunk one night and don't...plan for it, you know?"

Sinead pursed her lips. "Okay. If you're sure." Annie nodded, and the brunette's hands came up to drape casually around her neck.

Annie licked her lips nervously. "I mean we don't have to if you don't want to. I'm sorry, I didn't want to pressure you into anything—"

"Annie?" Sinead grinned as she leaned in. "Shut up."

The first kiss made Annie gasp. It wasn't even anything crazy: mouths closed, no tongue, Sinead's hands still just hanging around her neck. But having another girl's smooth, soft, gentle lips brush hers was so different from any kiss she'd ever had with a guy. When Sinead pulled back, Annie's head actually tipped forward to try to prolong the contact. When her eyes fluttered open, she found Sinead still grinning.

"Was that okay?" Annie nodded shakily. "You want to try it again?"

Annie nodded again, and Sinead leaned back in. The second kiss was longer and more...well, less ambiguous, Sinead's lips moving against hers, catching her bottom lip before the redhead really started responding. She didn't know how long it went on, only that when they finally pulled apart she was breathing more heavily and her hands were rubbing gently on Sinead's waist.

"Do you want to do more?" Annie nodded eagerly. "Why don't we sit down on the bed?"

Annie followed her without hesitation, their legs getting unavoidably tangled as they dropped to the sheets. "Now, fair warning," Sinead muttered, practically into her mouth, "when I make out, I don't just use my mouth..."

Annie's cheeks turned as red as her hair as her eyes slid down their bodies, practically pressed together. "I...I know. We can...you can touch me, if you want."

Sinead grinned again and leaned in for another kiss. There still wasn't any tongue, but their mouths were starting to open, far enough at least that Annie could feel Sinead's breath and experimentally kiss at each of the brunette's lips individually. When Sinead's hand slid down and cupped the underside of one of her plump breasts, she sucked in a breath. When the brunette started gently massaging, Annie sighed into her mouth.

Annie couldn't believe how much making out with her roommate was turning her on. This was as far as she'd wanted to go—a little kissing, some touching, just to try it out—but now, in the moment, she wanted to go further. She pulled back, Sinead blinking in confusion bordering on panic before Annie smiled nervously.

"So...I've got big boobs..."

"I noticed."

"And...I'm wearing a t-shirt."

Sinead's eyes flicked down, and she bit her lip. "I noticed."

Without another word, Annie reached for the hem of her shirt and started to pull.

She had to admit, she could sort of see the appeal that had Sinead's wide hazel eyes glued to her. The tight t-shirt slid up easily enough over her soft belly, but when it reached her breasts it clung to the generous swells of her chest, actually pulling her bra up with it until the bottom curves of her breasts could be seen peeking out from under the cups. When the shirt finally cleared them, her abundant mounds bounced back down, practically overflowing her plain, thin red bra as she tossed her shirt aside. Sinead's eyes shot back up to her face, then down to her chest, and there was a fire in them that made Annie tingle in anticipation. She reached for Sinead's wrist, the one with the hairbands looped around it, and guided it back to just below her almost-exposed breast.

Sinead's next kiss had more power, more passion, and finally the tip of her tongue darted between Annie's lips. Her hands were more aggressive now, one expertly kneading her breast and the other trailing down her thigh to pull the redhead's leg over hers. Annie bucked into the unexpected contact, and gasped when the crotch of her jeans suddenly rubbed against Sinead's. She hadn't been planning to do more than let the other girl make out with her, but now again her own desires were pushing her to go further. Sinead sucked in a breath as the redhead's tongue reached out to wrestle with her own, Annie's hands sliding up under her camisole to explore the brunette's firmer, more athletic, but no less feminine form.

When Sinead pulled back this time they were both panting, and the separation only lasted long enough for Sinead to practically rip her layered cami over her head, revealing that the perky breasts Annie had watched Sam and Mike sneaking peeks at all night hadn't been covered by a bra. The sight of the brunette's chest, nipples pink and visibly hard, made Annie flush again, and this time she was the one who dove back in for another kiss.

"Take my bra off," she murmured in Sinead's ear before kissing her way down from the brunette's ear to suckle on her smooth neck.

"Are you sure?"

Annie nodded against her skin. "I want to feel it."

Within seconds Annie felt her roommate's hands on her back. She didn't know why she expected Sinead to fumble with her bra strap like the guys she'd made out with, but she was caught completely off guard when Sinead's slender hands undid the hooks in a single, confident motion. The weight of her breasts pulled the bra away and suddenly those slender hands were underneath it, squeezing and exploring the generous, sensitive swells of flesh. When her nipple was caught between two of Sinead's fingers, she actually moaned.

"Oh, God..."

She lowered her arms long enough to shake the bra free, then eagerly pulled Sinead against her until their bare breasts were kissing just like their lips were. That feeling, having another girl's chest rubbing against hers, feeling her nipples and her breathing and her heartbeat, was so wanton that it sent a fire straight down between Annie's legs.

Sinead must have felt that fire too, because soon her lips were leaving Annie's, trailing down the redhead's lush body, from her neck to her shoulder to... "Oh my god..."

"Is this okay?" Sinead muttered against the upper swell of her breast, and she got her answer when Annie's hand threaded through her hair to pull her closer.

"Oh my god, yes!"

When Sinead's soft, talented lips closed around her nipple, Annie squealed. She could actually feel herself getting turned on, her panties getting wetter and hotter as Sinead kissed and sucked and worshipped one breast, then the other. Annie was bucking against her, panting, begging for release. When she grabbed Sinead's wrist again and started to pull her hand down toward the waist of her jeans, Sinead pulled back and looked up. Her eyes were gold and black with desire, her cheeks flushed and her lips swollen from kissing.

"Are you sure?" she breathed, and Annie just nodded feverishly and tugged imploringly at the brunette's head and hand to get them back into position. Sinead was only too happy to comply.

When Sinead's fingers slipped between her jeans and her panties, Annie's hips started to move of their own accord. Her roommate was teasing her, fingertips running down the soft cotton suture without ever penetrating it, without ever touching her blazing clit no matter how much she moved.

"Please," Annie whined, "please, I'm so turned on..."

When Sinead's hand slid back out of her jeans, she thought she was going to cry. But this time, they pressed flush against her belly before they slid back in, and suddenly Sinead's finger was inside her.

"Oh my god, yes! Please!"

Annie couldn't believe the sounds that were coming out of her mouth, or the way that her hands were clawing at Sinead's smooth, toned body, her breasts and hips and butt and stomach all explored as Annie's itching fingers made their way closer and closer to...

Both girls gasped as Annie's hand slid down the front of Sinead's jeans. Annie's eyes went wide; Sinead wasn't wearing panties. Of course she wasn't.

Their lips met again and Sinead rolled on top of her, pressing their thighs and crotches and fingers together in a grinding whirlwind of desire. Annie was trying to think about how she liked to touch herself and translate it to Sinead, or copy what the brunette's fingers were doing to her, or something, but all she could really do was cup her new roommate's smooth, shaved pussy in her eager hand and hold on for dear life.

It must have been enough; not long after her muscles clenched down on Sinead's fingers and she moaned into her roommate's mouth she felt the brunette's own mound surge forward into her hand, and suddenly her fingers were wet and sticky with...she blushed. 

They rolled apart, Annie beet red from her cheeks to the tops of her bare breasts and hastily wiping her wet fingers on Sinead's sheets. Sinead, however, just met Annie's eyes as she licked and sucked each finger clean one by one.

When she was done, and Annie was blushing even harder, she dropped down, bare shoulder brushing the redhead's. "So," she said guardedly, "did we ruin our friendship?"

Annie giggled. Like everything else when it came to Sinead, she couldn't even help it. "I honestly don't know. Ask me tomorrow morning when the dopamine wears off." She turned to study the brunette's face; here, in the afterglow, Sinead looked a lot less satisfied than she'd been expecting. "If you're so worried, why'd you go through with it?"

Sinead looked down Annie's half-naked body. "You mean aside from you being insanely hot?" Annie giggled, and Sinead shrugged. "I guess I figured...if you're going to ruin a friendship, it's better to do it with someone you just met instead of someone you've known for years. I mean, if this turns out to be a huge mistake, well, classes haven't even started yet, people don't know their roommates. It'll probably be easier for one of us to switch rooms."

Annie frowned; the brunette was making it sound like she'd already decided it wasn't going to work out. It took a few more minutes of silent study, lying against Sinead's body and not knowing what to do with her hands, before the lightbulb went off.

"Does that mean you've ruined a friendship like this before?"

Sinead winced, and Annie immediately wanted to take the question back, but Sinead was already answering. "My best friend from high school. She wanted to...try it out, just like you. So we fooled around a little, and she said it was fine, that it didn't really do anything for her. But then all of a sudden she started getting weird when I'd flirt with other girls. Like...she was jealous. Eventually...I mean, in the end it was just a mess. We haven't talked in months..."

Annie frowned too, and slid her arm up Sinead's stomach. "Hey. It's okay. I mean...I'm not going to be like that. I'm not gay, I'm not in denial, I'm just..."




Questioning



Sinead raised an eyebrow. "Questioning."

Annie turned toward her. "Questioning?"

"Still figuring all that stuff out."

Annie let out a thoughtful hum. "I guess I am. But, you know...whatever the answer is, we're still going to be friends."

Sinead let out a sigh and rolled over, trapping Annie's hand and nuzzling her head into her shoulder.

"I hope so. I mean, you seem nice."

Faced with the absurdity of it all, Annie couldn't help but laugh. "Thanks. You seem nice too."

Sinead chuckled. "You got your equilibrium back?"

Annie hummed. "Yeah, I think so..."

"Good. Because if you're really serious about this questioning thing..." The redhead squealed in surprise as Sinead rolled on top of her, framing her hands above her head and claiming her lips in another kiss. "We're going to need to experiment."



Questioning Authority



Slap!

Your hand flies through the air to land squarely on my cheek. 

"How dare you question my authority, whore?"

Your voice is level, not at all raised in the slightest. But the softness of your voice make you seem only more threatening. You grab me by my hair and pull me to the table, bending me over so my pussy and ass are only partially covered by my impossibly short skirt. 

As you leave me there bent over the table, I find myself entirely regretting my own foolishness. You had only told me to push a stranger against a wall and rub his crotch, after which to do whatever he told me to. But of course I had to screw things up but uttering a soft "Are you sure?" instead of complying like any good slave would have. So now, instead of rewarding me as you had planned, you are forced to punish me for my transgression. 

I bite on my lower lip as you return with a long cane and a flogger, and ask if I have anything to say for myself. 

"No sir, I'm sorry sir." I reply. I know better than to argue with you or even to beg for leniency at this point, especially when I am clearly in the wrong and have absolutely no reasonable excuse. Better to simply accept your punishment, as hard or as painful as it may turn out to be. 

"Alright then. Hold the whip in your mouth. You will receive thirty strokes of the cane, and for every time you drop the flogger, you will receive an additional five lashes to be delivered at the end. Count."

Passing me the flogger, you allow me time to place it between my teeth while you trail the cane down one leg to my heels and back up the other to flip up my skirt and begin your onslaught.

Whack! "1, sir." Whack! "2, sir." Whack! "3, sir."

I try desperately to hold onto the whip while you continue raining blows on my bare ass, forcing myself not to cry out and drop the flogger. I moan around the flogger as my ass cheeks get more and more sensitive. My hands grip the table hard and I clench the muscles in my ass and legs in an attempt to lessen the pain.

"18, sir." Whack! "Ahh! Uh um... 19, sir... Sorry, sir"

You trail the cane along my pussy, making it twitch. I hurriedly replace the flogger and brace myself for the remaining 11 strokes, determined not to disappoint by dropping the flogger again. 

Whack! "20, sir."

I manage the rest of the strokes squirming, but without dropping the flogger again and at 30, pass the flogger to you. 

You deliver the first on the small of my back, just above my ass, and the second across both ass cheeks. The third and forth just below on each side, lightly brushing the lips of my pussy both times. The final one you deliver squarely onto my wet pussy, making me cry out and instinctively flinch. 

"Back in position, whore." you order.

I return and push my sore ass out, presenting the no doubt red skin to you once more.

I moan at the cool touch of your hands on my ass cheeks, and briefly feel the tip of something prodding at the entrance to my sopping cunt. 

One of your hands come round to cover my mouth just as I let out a now muffled scream.

The sudden entrance of your hard cock into my tight little asshole stretching the muscles in my ass even as they clamp down on your invading member. 

I moan loudly as your cock begins sliding in and out of my ass, picking up speed as it continues. Your hand, now around my throat, chokes me slightly while the other grabs my hip and allows you to pound my asshole with your cock.

The tightening of my ass around your cock in reaction to your pinching my nipple hard eliciting a series of groans from you, and pushes you to slam your cock deep into my ass with even greater fury. 

"Turn around, get on your knees and open up that fucking mouth of yours."

I do so just in time to receive a spurt of hot cum across my lips and into my open mouth. You then proceed to push your cock into my mouth and fill it with your sticky cum. 

"Show me the cum in your mouth, whore. Then swallow it."

Obediently, I do as you ask and then carefully lick off the remaining cum from both my lips and your cock. 

"Now, be a good girl and do as I'd told you to earlier."

I open my mouth to argue again, but you raise your eyebrow and I simply say "Yes, sir."