4 comments/ 60467 views/ 6 favorites The Tale of the Families Ch. 01 By: fluidline1 Recently, I have been receiving a lot of mail accusing me of rushing into the sex scenes too quickly. "You seem to be in a hurry. Why don't you spend some pages describing the situation in more detail?" was the common refrain. While I do admit that this is the case with most of the stories that I post on the site, let me remind readers that I write for the sole purpose of titillating. If someone wants a build-up, so be it. This one is for them, though, at times, I felt I was writing a little too much for what I knew (and the reader too does) for the main course to commence. Also I recently read a hilarious piece about why conversations are not used when people are fucking and how funny and unreal they sound in a story. Well, I got to tell you that even if this is true, why have a erotic site at all if you are just going to describe the motions? I feel that conversations are a very important part of every fuck-story. (Notice, I did not say Erotica -- I love smut!). For those who get their kicks from minimum conversations and detailed descriptions (about the setting, the clothes, the looks, the gardens et all) I would suggest ancient Victorian erotica. As I have often written in the past, I repeat that I am an ardent fan of breasts. They are that part of a woman's anatomy that has always fascinated me -- and will continue to. A breast-man would surely agree! * "As usual, Anita, this workout makes me feel so good," the woman said, pulling on her jeans and zipping up the front. "You always tell her that after each session, don't you Sandra?" the second woman laughed, beginning to strip the gym-suit off her body. "It's true, don't you think? Look at you. You look so fresh despite the hour's workout. In the local club, we usually are sweating like pigs." The subject of the topic smiled, pulling on her terry robe. "Sandra is right about that, Zeenie. And as a matter of fact, you are beginning to look more gorgeous than ever, if at all that is possible!" "Look who's talking!" Zeenat laughed, pulling on her skirt and tucking the t-shirt into the waistband. "Care to have some orange juice?" Anita asked, when she led the trio out of the basement and to the steps leading into the back verandah of the two-floor mansion she owned. "Gosh, no thanks," Sandra replied, glancing at her watch. "It's about Robin's feeding time and that guy brings down the roof when he's hungry! Besides, you know that my uncle always spends the weekend with us and god knows when my brother would pop up! I'd better rush. Why don't you drop in sometime, Anita? You have the keys and I know you love the paintings. Uncle Peter is going back tomorrow till the next week and you know Harry. Like your son, my brother's too got the cricket fever in him. And during the practice seasons he always needs to be with my ex." "Maybe I'll sneak into your house some time next week. You have still not used my key to drop in to watch the opera's, Sandra". Anita quickly glanced towards Zeenat. The subject of Sandra's ex-husband, Alex was too sensitive and she didn't want to raise the topic now. "What about you, Zeenie? Juice interests you?" Anita asked the older woman as they stepped into the verandah and turned into the passage leading to the living room. "Some other time, honey. The kids will be waiting for their breakfast. Salma was talking about joining the extra English classes, in spite of attending mine, and Asif is contemplating extra hockey practice. And talking about keys, I'm sorry I've still not handed the copies of my house keys to the two of you. Saqlain told me that they would need about a week or so and you know my husband. Most of the times he's out of town, so there. Anyway, I'll make sure I get the keys around tomorrow, okay?" "Where's the fire?" Sandra responded, tossing back her silky brown hair and pushing the stray strands behind her ears. "There will be if I don't hurry up. Asif and Salma would be hopping mad by now. Kids! Its time for my tuition-class and I will soon be surrounded by them asking me all kinds of questions! And one of them is yours, Anita. I wonder how you always seem to be so relaxed having kids around you!" Anita laughed. "Never had a problem with mine and don't have any now." The two women left by the front door and Anita locked it behind them. She sighed and made her way to her bedroom. Time for the usual after-workout shower, she thought, entering the bedroom and beginning to undress. ****** Anita stared at her reflection in the large mirror and for the umpteenth time, cursed her fate. This was certainly not the age to be a widow, she thought, surveying herself critically. Three years since her husband had died, and despite her age, she already felt like an old maid. On the wrong side of thirty, she had to thank her dear departed husband for insisting on building that wonderful gym in the basement of their huge building. She remembered how she had argued with Dino -- it was damned expensive and they could always join the City Health Center, barely a couple of miles away. "And have those hunks ogle at you, sweets?" he had joked. Yes, Dino had been very possessive about her. Hell, he had been possessive about almost everything that belonged to him. And so, nearly two months after that discussion, they had this fully equipped gum in the large basement. They were health freaks, and she still was. It wasn't a surprise therefore that their kids too went for it in a big way. The regular workouts had helped her to not just to maintain her svelte figure, but had made her look almost a decade younger than her thirty-nine years. And now, she thought as she vigorously rubbed her body with the soft towel, she wondered whether it was all worth it. Of course, she had everything a woman her age would hope to have. A huge bungalow, a large trust that provided her a fat monthly interest in addition to the income she made as a private tutor, two wonderful, beautiful kids and not to forget, all the frills. The workouts kept her looking young and beautiful. It made her feel at the top of the world, healthy and hale and hearty. The kids were sweet and cared so much for her. But she knew she was missing the one thing a woman her age needed. And she had to admit that it was sex. The kids had hinted quite often that she find a man and get married. But with the death of her husband, she had given up on that. It still hurt, and besides, it was impossible for her to forget Dino. In his possessiveness, Dino had also made an additional stipulation in his will. The interest would stop once she got married the second time. All the assets, including the bungalow and his shares would be diverted to the kids. Which man would really want her for keeps minus those assets and plus the kids? She had thought of going out on dates; maybe have a fling or two if only to satisfy the urge that hit her routinely. That too, was out of the question. Any widow doing that in this community would automatically be dubbed a whore, and she wouldn't possibly do it for the sake of the kids. Having dried herself, she threw the towel towards the washing machine and once again surveyed her reflection in the mirror. A shade under five-six, she was all of a hundred and twenty pounds. She was proud of her long brown silky hair that fell down almost to her waist, those eyebrows that looked like they were painted by an master artist with great care to complement her wide flashing dark eyes. Agreed that the pert nose, a bit upturned looked tiny, but that was because of her wide mouth and those lush full lips, which looked like they were perpetually painted with a light pink lipstick. All those parts set off her oval shaped face perfectly and when she smiled, little dimples appeared on her cheeks and everyone said that they looked so cute and sexy. The long swan like neck sat on medium sized straight shoulders: no droop there -- in fact, a lot of people thought that she intentionally walked with her shoulders thrown back to emphasize her major asset. Her skin was smooth and unblemished. She never had experienced pimples even in her teens. But all that was inherited at birth. What the workouts had done for her was reflected in her lush body. Dino always told her (and demonstrated many times) that he could wrap her waist with his hands and interlace his fingers after doing it. Perhaps, this was why her buttocks looked wider than they really were. In fact, and she took regular measurements, her buttocks and hips at the widest part were a perfect thirty-six. What really drew attention were her breasts. Round and exquisitely shaped to fill a champagne glass perfectly, they were capped by rosy, pink nipples. And yes, the measuring tape indicated size thirty-eight. She had always been good in that department, ever since those melons had begun to sprout in the pubescent days. Guys would drop their jaws and girls would stare jealously at them when she had begun attending college. All this, she thought as she sighed and picked up her bathrobe, in spite of having borne two kids. She walked out of the bathroom and noticed that her usual glass of orange juice was not in the usual place. It surprised her, because the maid never forgot the routine. Madam worked out in the morning for forty minutes, she then has a shower and the first thing she does after the shower is drink a glass of fresh orange juice. This was hammered in the girl's head and Vera, the maid, had never forgotten the routine. Until today. The girl must be working on something else, she thought. Probably must be busy with the vacuum cleaner. Oh well, she didn't want to yell at the girl. It was with great difficulty that she had managed to locate a maid. These days, it was difficult to get one and Vera wasn't your run of the mill maid. She was from a very good family who had seen bad days and Vera, besides working, attended night classes, was quite well educated and well groomed that often, guests mistook her for being one of the family. Anita pushed the bedroom door open and walked out of the room, intending to go down the stairs to the kitchen to see what Vera was up to. She walked in the long passage that separated the two wings on the first floor. Her bedroom (it had been their bedroom, she thought wistfully) was located at the far end and alongside the passage was three doors on either side leading to a total of six bedrooms. Her husband always liked big, she reminisced. She could still picture him arguing with the architect (their close friend) about how big made perfect sense instead of cluttered and small cubbyholes that the fashionable people went for. "Goddamn it, Ray," he had yelled at his pal. "We are building a home, not a soggy motel!" As she passed the center door (to her left) that was her son's room, she heard a noise. She stopped. Had Ashish cut classes today? He never did, she knew that. Besides, he was practicing hard for the upcoming cricket match -- the annual event that had made him a hero out of a mere mortal. A smile playing on her lips, she softly opened the door. As usual, the curtains were closed -- Ashish never liked his room to be too bright. The bed was unmade, and thankfully empty, which meant that Ashish was at college and had in fact not cut classes. The room was large -- identical to the other five, though much smaller than her bedroom. As with all the bedrooms, a door at one end led to the bathroom. It was then she saw Vera. The young maid was sitting on the swivel chair in front of the PC, her back to the door, apparently engrossed enough not to have become aware of her mistress's presence in the room. Initially, Anita felt a rush of anger course through her. Damn it, the girl was supposed to be at work and here she was gazing at the monitor of her son's PC. Anger gradually gave way to sympathy. She knew that Vera was lately attending some computer classes and the poor girl had no PC at her place to practice upon. Anita knew how tough it was initially for a beginner to get used to the computer: she herself had undergone painfully long sessions to get familiar with the PC. The poor girl was perhaps at practice, Anita thought, beginning to retrace her steps to back out of the room. It was just when she was about to turn around that she noticed it. There was a rhythmic movement that Vera was making with her left hand! Anita couldn't see clearly, but yes, the girl's left hand appeared and disappeared from view in a steady rhythm, as if she was caressing or rubbing something. As her eyes get accustomed to the darkness inside the bedroom, Anita noticed that the maid's legs were splayed across the computer chair and yes, her eyes weren't playing tricks, the girl's skirt was definitely pushed up around her thighs. Anita took two steps further into the room, very softly and without making a noise, curious to know what exactly Vera was up to. She now was standing at an angle to the girl, about five to six feet away. Vera was still not aware of her, engrossed as she was in staring at the glowing screen. Anita froze when she suddenly realized what was going on. Vera was masturbating! Anita stared fixedly at the sight of the girl's fingers rubbing back and forth over her pussy, exposed as it was now since she had already pushed aside her panties to achieve the purpose of bringing herself off. Anita couldn't speak, nor could she move. Transfixed and stunned she dumbly stared at the young girl pleasuring herself. Her heart thudding wildly, Anita shifted her glance to the seventeen inch plasma monitor. And what she saw there was absolutely stunning. Rapidly shifting clips depicted a couple of naked porn starlets performing amazing acrobatics with a well-hung black stud. It wasn't a complete movie, because the clips were disjointed and there was no continuation whatsoever. There was the black man hunched behind a kneeling auburn haired woman, thrusting back and forth furiously even as the woman had her face stuck between the spread out legs of the second red haired woman. Then there was the man standing on the bed, the two women crouched in front, kneeling on the floor, sucking the man's cock alternately. At one point, the women had their lips wrapped around the sides of the shaft and in doing so, kissing each other. Anita felt faint: almost drained out. Just a few moments ago, she was wondering about being an old maid in need of some sex and here she was now, looking at the porn clip. So taken in was she by the figures on the monitor, that for a moment, she almost ignored the sight of Vera's hand rubbing her pussy. And then another scene replaced the clip. Here, the man had straddled the redhead's stomach, his cock moving back and forth between her huge tits. The auburn haired woman knelt opposite, alternately kissing the redhead and then sucking the crown of the cock when it appeared from above the redhead's tits. And then she tore her eyes away from the monitor and dragged them down to look at Vera. Vera had a neatly trimmed pussy and the fact that she had spread her legs apart, had opened her rosy cunt lips. She was rubbing the entire length of the slit, occasionally giving her clit a sharp twist. Anita had never really looked at Vera in that way. Admittedly, she was a pretty girl, petite and with an innocent face. She remembered when she had first interviewed her; the girl seemed to be so nervous and flustered that she couldn't answer over half the questions that Anita had asked her. Later, when she learned Vera's background, (her dad had been tricked by his partner and his business had gone kaput) and then with her daughter's insistence (Aw, mom, give her a break, she'll learn the tricks of the trade all right!) she had finally appointed her. Vera always dressed conservatively. She was very prim and proper: loose blouses, long skirts, loose gowns and such stuff that never revealed any part of her figure. So Anita had chosen what she knew was an appropriate uniform for the girl. White loose cotton blouse with long sleeves and a knee length frilly white skirt, and it suited her. It allowed her to make easy and quick movements and she looked very proper and very presentable. At this moment however, Anita realized that there was nothing prim and proper about her maid. The girl had brazenly spread her legs wide apart, had hitched her skirt up over her waist and pulled the blouse (unbuttoned) down to her bra covering firm young tits. It struck Anita that Vera was a very sexy girl indeed. With her practiced eyes, Anita could almost measure the girl's assets. She was, Anita correctly presumed, about thirty-four in the tit department and now that her waist was bare, Anita knew the tape would indicate perhaps a twenty-four, or maybe twenty-five. Since she was sitting on the chair, she wasn't sure about her buttocks, but her long legs and the creamy thighs were very slim indeed. The clip on the monitor now showed the two women kneeling opposite each other, their tits mashed together as they kissed deeply. The black man stood beside them on one side, poking his astonishingly long cock between their tits. The camera zoomed to show the black cock moving up and down between four tits. Though Anita was angry that her maid should be doing this in the privacy of her son's bedroom, there was a weak feeling inside her. A feeling that gradually increased the heat within her body. Perhaps, she reasoned, that the clip was turning her on, because she had just been thinking about sex when she was in the bathroom. But gradually, her eyes lingered more and more on the girl's fingers playing with her pussy. Anita felt a hot flush rise on her face and suddenly the room seemed to her to be too cramped. She felt her chest constricting as she watched the girl with the innocent face masturbating unabashedly at the sight of the erotic clips flashing one after the other on the monitor. Anita suddenly realized that the movement of the girl's fingers were suddenly increasing pace, almost frenzied and without the gentle rhythm she had created before. She also heard Vera moaning softly and when Anita watched the girl slipping a finger inside her pussy, she was startled and looked up. The scene, which had obviously set off Vera's impending climax, was playing out on the monitor. The black man was spurting his seed directly over the women's face, coating their skin with copious amount of the semen. Anita tried hard, but couldn't stifle the gasp that she now uttered. And just like that, Vera's spell was broken. She was on the edge of an orgasm when she heard the gasp. Startled and frightened, she swiftly turned around on the swivel chair, her right hand coming off the mouse and flying upward to cover her semi-exposed tits. "W-what?" she cried out. Her eyes were wide-open and expressed utter shock, humiliation and fear as they bore into Anita's. On her part, Anita was speechless. Her brain refused to work and she found that she was completely at a loss for words. She simply stood there, staring at the girl, her eyes taking in the half naked body and the expression on the face. "What," she managed to say hoarsely, "The hell is going on?" The girl had managed to pull down the bra cups and the blouse, though it remained unbuttoned. She pulled her skirt rapidly down her hips, dragging the panties along with it, bringing her legs together. Her hands fluttered and shook as she tried to shut down the PC. "Wait!" Anita's voice cracked out. "What do you think you are doing in my son's room on his computer and practically bare assed?" The girl momentarily ignored the computer and looked at her mistress, the blush evident on her face. "I-I c-can ex-explain, I m-mean I-I didn't mean to..." The Tale of the Families Ch. 01 Anita waited even after Vera's voice trailed off. She could see the clip changing on the monitor and now the two women were kissing each other, licking off the man's semen from each other's face. And there was plenty of it around. The close-up showed the two women licking tongues and their tits, hands pawing each other. The heat within Anita's body increased to a point that she was afraid the girl would see it. And then, the two women on the screen were on top of each other, in the inverted position and the camera zoomed again to show the auburn haired woman licking the other woman's pussy delicately, at the same time, sliding a finger in and out of the slit. Anita, her heart hammering, dragged her eyes away from the monitor and stared at Vera. "You didn't mean to?" she asked trying to sound as sarcastic as possible, though she suddenly realized that she was getting wet between her legs. Oh my god, she thought, this can't be! "I-I swear, ma'am, I-I was in the room and wanted to try out the lesson they taught me at class yesterday. W-when I tried to switch on the power, I found it w-was o-on stand-by mode and I, well I just moved the mouse over the pad and, and..." Anita was shocked. This meant that her son was working on the PC and had simply forgotten to switch it off. My god, was Ashish really going through all this? The girl, some confidence restored now, spoke rapidly. "The PC opened on the images page and I simply clicked 'Play All' and, well, and, I-uh-I couldn't stop!" Here, Vera flushed, momentarily looking away from Anita. Anita pulled back her shoulders and tried to add steel to her voice. "That we will see. Come on, I want to talk to you. This is serious." "Oh please, ma'am, I promise it will not..." "I said enough of that! Come on, follow me." The girl turned to switch off the PC when Anita interrupted. "Don't touch it! If it was on stand-by, let it get back that way." Shutting off the PC would have warned Ashish. She had decided that she would speak to him as well. She turned on her heels, snapping her fingers at Vera and strode over to her bedroom. Part of her was curious and the other part was confused as hell. She was shocked that the sight of the girl masturbating with the aid of the porn clips had actually turned her on. My god, she thought. It had been three years since she had any sex with a man. Damn it, three years since she had made it with man or woman. She hadn't had any experiences with women in her life, but she had often thought about it. And what she had just seen in the clips had rekindled that desire. She wasn't new to porn: her husband enjoyed them. But that was always on the TV with the DVD attached to it. Never on the PC. She just didn't know the so-called sex sites and wasn't about to explore that territory, nor ask for anybody's advice. She had watched a few porn movies on the DVD with her husband. But this was a ritual that they followed on a very few occasions and her husband never really played such CD's that would be too graphic. For instance, though he had told her that there were special themes available, such as BDSM, Groups, Gay, Lesbians, Anal, Gang Bangs, She-male and that sort. "But they aren't enjoyable, baby," Dino had laughed. "You could be totally turned off by the things they do. To me, those are just senseless fucking." So he had always ensured that the CD's that they watched together were as he called them 'straight': just couples doing it in private. "It does help to rekindle the spark sometimes," she had grinned mischievously, when on one such occasion, when they were on vacation, he had managed to have three orgasms within an hour. They were watching a CD at the hotel, were on a high with the support of some fine wine and good food and were feeling pretty horny. The tapes had turned them on both, particularly when the cum-splattering scenes played. She remembered how they had tried that and how her husband had been aroused when she had asked him to imitate the actors' actions. But beyond that, she had never viewed any CD's or read any one of those magazines he had that went beyond straight sex. Blowjobs and sixty-nines, besides a whole lot of different sex-positions were the themes. It was quite late in their marriage that they had discovered that they both liked it when he came over her body. He also had a taste for stuff that had some storyline. "You'd be surprised at some porn CD's, honey," he had told her. "Two minutes into the film and you have a chick blowing the man and ten minutes later you have the same chick doing some other man. Disgusting!" She certainly wasn't a 'square' and she knew that. She had been ready to experience anything, but that was only as long as her husband was alive. After his death, she had never ventured to open his private closet, which she knew was packed with some serious 'adult' stuff. But the whole scenario had now changed. She had just watched a pretty graphic clip on her son's PC, apparently downloaded by him from some Internet site. More shocking was the fact that watching Vera masturbating had sent a strange thrill coursing through her body. She had noticed that though the girl's tits were nowhere in size as compared with her own, they were quite large. Additionally, they were very firm with zero sag (the girl was barely twenty-two after all) and the nipples seemed to be so big! An image of Vera's neatly trimmed pussy flashed through her mind. Those rosy petals of her vulva, and that finger plunging in and out! On a few occasions after her husband's death, she had played with herself. But that was only when the desire was overwhelming and she had been reminded of some sexy things that had happened between her husband and she. Anita strode over to the bed, with these mixed feelings in her and sat down at the edge, indicating the chair opposite to Vera, who at the moment was nervously licking her lips and standing uncertainly at the door. Anita suddenly realized that she had nothing beneath her bathrobe, and unconsciously, she tugged the lapels of the robe around her. She crossed her legs and looked at Vera. Vera sat on the chair, her hands wringing together, a pale look on her face and very wet eyes. She was on the verge of breakdown and for an obvious reason: the job meant a lot to her. It paid very well, gave her enough time to study and these folks were quite decent. Anita sensed that Vera was scared indeed and all of a sudden she felt a strange power inside her. Added to the confused feelings running inside her mind, it was a heady mixture. Anita felt anger, sympathy, power and most of all, though she was yet to admit it to herself, she was feeling extremely horny. Vera had arranged her dress properly and she now waited for the ma'am to say something. She was looking down at the carpet, afraid to look into the woman's eyes. Anita never knew how, nor could she ever know just exactly why she had said it, but suddenly, she blurted out, "So you got horny enough to finger fuck yourselves?" She immediately regretted having uttered the sentence; particularly, the forbidden word. Words like those, she had used only around her husband, but never, never around anybody else. Vera's eyes opened wide and her jaws went slack, hanging open. That she was amazed at the choice of her mistress's words would be an understatement. One wouldn't associate this kind of language from such a lady and she let out an involuntary gasp. "M-m-ma'am?" she queried. Anita felt herself blushing at her sentence. She realized that she had put the question to the girl rather crudely, though, to be fair, quite succinctly. Anita bit her tongue, surprised at herself. But she decided to plunge on. She put it to that feeling of adventure that sometimes hit her and caught her unaware. "Are you deaf, girl? I'm certainly not, and I'm not blind. You sneaked into my son's room, and make up a story about how his PC was on the stand-by and how you moved the mouse over the pad. Ha! You got these clips!" "I-I promise that it is true," Vera said emphatically. Strange, but even when in a hopelessly embarrassing situation, and when accused of lying while speaking the truth, people burst out so aggressively, thought Anita. She knew the girl wasn't lying, but deep in her head, she had recklessly already made up her mind about how she was going to tackle this issue. "Are you accusing that my son records these -- these -- disgusting things on his PC?" "N-no ma'am, I-I don't know who recorded them on the disc. All I know is that the opened up on the 'Images' page. I-I just clicked on the 'Play All' and, and..." she struggled for words to complete the sentence. "Didn't you have the decency to switch off once you realized what was in the clips?" Anita shot back. Vera had no answer to this. She merely hung her head down, pulling her long, jet-black hair behind her ears. She fidgeted with her hands, clasping and unclasping them, her knees pressed together tightly. "I'm waiting, Vera," Anita put her hands behind her, laying her palms flat on the mattress. This time, she made no attempt to pull the lapels of the bathrobe around her, even though she was aware that they had parted and surely, if the girl would look up, she would see the top of her bare breasts. "I-I g-got carried away, I suppose, ma'am. I-I am so sorry," she sobbed. "Do you do those kinds of things often?" Anita enquired, surprised that the questions were coming so smoothly and quickly now. It was a loaded, but subtle question and Vera quickly caught on to the implications. Do which things often? Watch porn? Masturbate? She flushed brightly and Anita could see the girl's ears turning to a deep pink shade. "N-no ma'am, h-honestly, it --it was the f-first time I have seen such, um, such..." she lied. Anita paused, summoning up the courage to fire away the next question. "I didn't mean that." This time around, her voice was softer than before and Vera quickly noticed the change, because she jerked her head up to glance at the woman. Anita noticed the girl's eyes widening at the sight of the semi-exposed tits peering out from the top of the bathrobe and quickly looked back on the floor again. Anita tried to reason out her brazen behavior, knowing that she was being unfair to the girl. But three years of abstinence plus the thoughts that had rushed through her head when she was in the bathroom, and the sight of the scene in the clip plus the sight of this exquisite girl fingering herself, had broken the barrier. Anita was quite randy and ready. What better way to satisfy her urges than with this girl? Nobody would know about it and even if it wouldn't be quite as heavenly as the feel of her husband's cock thrusting inside her, the fact that she could use the girl to achieve her orgasm rather than her fingers, seemed to turn her on. She knew that she was at that age when her sexual urges would only increase. Yes, what better way than to have this beautiful sexy girl doing those wonderful things that she had just seen two women do to each other on the monitor a while ago? As she waited for the girl to say or do something, she felt a tingling all over her body. With a shock, she realized that her nipples had hardened and she was very wet between her legs indeed! Her chest constricted again and her heart beat wildly as an image of the girl, buck naked, going down on her flashed through her mind. She recalled what her husband used to say when she was this turned on. "Baby, you are leaking!" "Well, Vera? Do you finger-fuck often?" Vera was startled again at the blatant use of the word. Anita was beginning to enjoy the dialogue and decided to press her advantage. "Do you always play with your pussy?" she asked, and this time, her voice was definitely huskier. "I want to know, Vera. Are you a virgin?" This time Vera did look up at her mistress, as though to make sure she wasn't joking. The look in the woman's eyes told the girl that she was not. Instead, Vera caught the flash of desire in those eyes and pulling up her shoulders, jutting her chin out, she replied calmly: "No ma'am. I don't do it to myself so often. And no, I'm not a virgin." "Oh?" Anita seemed to be at a loss for words then. What next? The two stared at each other. Anita was as flushed as Vera was and the next sentence she uttered was almost a whisper. "You mean you have a boyfriend who fucks you?" Vera blushed furiously, but refused to look down again. She stared back into the woman's eyes and nodded slowly. "So why do you have to play with yourself?" "H-he cannot meet daily, says it would be too risky," she replied unsteadily. "And when it's too long between your sessions you do that?" Vera nodded, now sure that her mistress was turned on. The top of her large breasts was in plain view and Vera noticed that Anita wasn't making any effort to cover them. In fact, Vera suspected, the woman had slightly pulled back her shoulders as though to emphasize the size of her breasts. As if they needed emphasis! Anita uncrossed her legs and re-crossed them again, this time hooking the left one over the right. The robe slipped back, falling apart at the side to reveal a long creamy leg almost up to the thigh. Vera nodded slowly, apparently, unaware that her tongue had crept out to run over her dry lips. Her eyes flicked over the bare thighs and shifted up again, taking the top of those heavy tits. Anita had warmed up to the little game she was playing. She had never thought she would feel so powerful, playing the sultry seductress. Too, she suspected that this girl was a sexy little devil. And for some reason, she presumed that Vera wouldn't mind swinging both ways. Probably she had, she thought. "Could I ask you with whom you fuck?" Anita asked, her voice breaking and shaky. The girl was suddenly uncomfortable. The fidgeting increased. Anita noticed her discomfiture and decided to ask the question later at a more appropriate time. Right now, she was on fire and was pretty sure that once she had this girl under her thumb, she would sing like a bird. "Is he the only one you have fucked?" The questions were now getting too personal and Vera wasn't a fool. She knew what her mistress was leading her up to. Well, she thought, her fear and nervousness evaporating as she correctly surmised what the voluptuous woman was getting at. "No, ma'am. There were two others before him." Anita was shocked. That this demure, innocent looking kid had fucked three different guys shocked her. Looking at Vera, one wouldn't associate her with promiscuity. "Oh!" Anita exclaimed. "Tell you what, Vera, I'm asking these questions as a friend. I suppose Ashish has really recorded those clips. But I feel responsible for you. After all, you work here and if there were a scandal, the first person to be accused of negligence would be me. Perhaps, getting to know the truth would help." The girl nodded, sighing inwardly with relief. "I am really sorry it happened ma'am. I guess I got carried away." "Have you, um, well, I mean have you ever done it like those two women on the-um-the PC?" Vera looked flustered and appeared to be confused. "I don't understand you, ma'am." Anita shrugged her shoulders imperceptibly, aware that this movement would make the robe slip further down her shoulders. It did, because Vera's eyes widened again. "I mean, well, um, have you ever, like, done it with a girl?" The words 'done it with a girl' came out in a rush, as though Anita was keen to get them off quickly. Vera smiled inwardly, appearing to be embarrassed. She looked at the bathrobe, which had now slipped further down those lithe shoulders, exposing almost half of those rosy tits. Almost shyly, Vera nodded, managing to drag her eyes away from the enticing sight of the older woman's breasts and dropping her sight back down on the floor. "You have? Anita whispered, feeling the strange thrill running up her spine, the gush of her juices between her legs, now stronger. "Y-yes, ma'am, I-I have experienced it." She hesitated, and then added, "Sometimes, I still do." Anita felt a shock of pleasure shoot through her body. My god, she wasn't wrong about the girl after all! She had this insane desire of running over to the chair and grabbing the girl in her arms, but managed to control herself. Slow does it, she though. Very, very slow. The girl could talk as well. But she had the set-up now. The house was empty. Ashish wouldn't be returning till late at night and her daughter, Katrina usually returned only after six. It was hardly ten in the morning. Plenty of time, she thought. She contemplated as to what her next line of action should be. She didn't dare order the girl -- that would tantamount to a kind of rape. She giggled inwardly at the thought. She had never heard of a woman raping another. Neither did she want the girl to be an unwilling participant: that would take the fun away. She wasn't just warm now, damn it, she was positively hot. She wanted the release: she needed it badly. "Vera, would you like a little bit of juice? Maybe we can chat comfortably. You certainly look like you need a drink. Besides, you forgot to get my daily juice. Maybe," here, she laughed, a wild laugh. "Just maybe, you forgot that in the heat of the moment!" If Vera was surprised at the abrupt change in the topic, she didn't show it. "Oh, I'm so sorry ma'am. I'll get the juice for you," she said, rising to her knees. "Get one for yourself as well, Vera." Vera had detected the softer tone in the woman's voice. The questions asked of her were all too obvious. She knew that at this moment, Anita wanted to make love to her. Too often she had seen that look, heard that tone in her life. Both, from men and women. As soon as she exited from the bedroom, Anita rose unsteadily to her feet. Well, she reflected, this was it. Those clips on her son's PC had led to this -- it was the final straw. She had been yearning for someone to relieve her urges. So what if it wasn't a man? At least she would have a pair of lips, a tongue, a body that wasn't just her own as had been the case during her masturbatory sessions since the last three years. The clips on the PC brought other thoughts to her mind. Was Ashish really into this? It is always difficult for a mother to accept that her children have grown. But the thought of her son poring over those sites and downloading the X-rated clips brought a sudden rush of blood in her head. If Ashish, at twenty-one was in so far, could her daughter Katrina, a year younger than her son be far behind? Damn it, she thought as she walked into the bathroom, at that age, she had been a mother. She had experienced every aspect of sex with her late husband. And kids these days grew up faster and were wiser, she presumed. With the advent of cable TV and the PC, they also had more access. She made up her mind to keep an eye on her children: not snoop around, just keep a closer watch. Inside the bathroom, she stripped off her robe and picking up the perfume from the dressing table, doused liberal amount of it, especially between her breasts. She had already decided to wear that little gown she always wore when going to bed. It was a small one-piece thing, barely reaching to the middle of her thighs and buttoned in front. She kept the top one button undone and peered at her reflection in the mirror. You horny woman, she said to herself. Here you are, on the wrong side of thirty, lusting after a girl old enough to be her daughter. The cliché 'dirty old man' came to her mind: this time around, she decided, it should be 'dirty old woman'! She had also decided to wear a bra under the gown. It wasn't much: just a flimsy nylon strip of cloth that covered her ample chest. But it did bunch up her tits together, giving them a look of being larger than they really were. The Tale of the Families Ch. 01 A kind of a bikini type of panties went under the gown as well. As she twirled in front of the mirror, she knew that her underclothes were clearly visible through the thin material of the light blue gown. She walked back to the bedroom and this time, she reclined on the bed, her head and back against the stuffed pillow resting against the bedstead. She waited eagerly. It wasn't a long wait. Apparently, Vera too was in a hurry. Barely had Anita settled herself on the bed, carefully pulling the gown up her legs till most of them were exposed, and she walked in with a tray on which were balanced two tall glasses. Vera was taken aback at the sight of her mistress lying on the bed. God, this woman looked like a film actress, she thought. Like most other people, Vera too refused to believe that Anita was well over thirty. Looking at her, she thought that the woman was barely in her mid-twenties. She glanced quickly at the exposed thighs and noticed that the woman had left the top button of the gown undone, revealing those creamy tit tops. Anita smiled, a slow seductive smile (or so thought Vera). "I decided that the robe was too uncomfortable. Good. I see you have made a drink for yourself." Vera walked up to the side of the bed till she was standing beside her mistress. She picked up one glass off the tray, with shaking hands, and extended it to the woman. Anita let her hand brush against the girl's when she took her glass. "Here, Vera. Why don't you pull that chair and sit down here?" Go slow, Anita told herself. She had almost asked the girl to sit beside her on the bed. But that would have been too obvious. Vera could smell the perfume on Anita: that she had used it liberally was all too obvious. At least it was more than she normally used. She had always associated her mistress with that faint, almost subtle perfume around her. As Vera pulled a chair close to the bed, she felt her heart skip a beat. She had almost had her orgasm back in Ashish's bedroom when she had watched the black stud coming all over the two sluts, until her mistress had caught her, literally with her pants down. Now, she was aware of the sense of anticipation and wondered how the woman was going to handle it. She knew perfectly well what this woman intended to do. Vera was street-smart. She always was a step ahead in the family. She could sense it when someone was turned on and she was sure that Anita, at this point of time was hot enough to fuck anything. Vera sat down and sipped from her glass, aware of Anita stealing sly glances at her. She pretended to ignore the woman. It wasn't very often that she shared a glass of juice with the mistress of the house, and that was another pointer about the lady's intentions. "Well, um, huh," Anita cleared her throat, holding the glass in one hand. "You were talking about making it with another girl. And you said you sometimes still do it." Vera looked away, flushing. "Well, ma'am, y-yes. Sometimes I still do it." "Why?" Vera seemed to be surprised by the question. "I don't understand." Anita took another delicate sip of the juice. "I was wondering why a beautiful young girl who's got the boy to fuck with should do it with another of girl." Vera was amazed how easily and without any trace of self-consciousness the woman uttered the F-word. "Well, ma'am, I -- I sort of, well, ah, I..." "Go on, Vera. Trust me. Your secrets will remain so. Remember, you are talking to a friend. Besides, I'm interested." Vera almost asked why. Instead, she continued, "Well, ma'am, it's different when you make it with a girl. Very different from when you get it on with a man." Anita arched her eyebrows and studied the girl. She had said 'man' and she presumed that Vera had a much older friend. "In what way, Vera?" Anita asked casually, drinking some more of the juice. Vera sipped hers more rapidly, almost eager to get down to the bare necessities and she knew which were those. But she decided to play along. "Making it with a female feels different. The feel of soft skin, so much softer than a man's is very different. Also..." she hesitated. "Yes?" Anita prompted, folding her feet behind her as she turned on the bed to fact the girl. The gown rode over her hips and Vera's eyes almost popped out when she saw the hint of panties showing. My god, the girl thought, crazy thoughts running inside her head. Also, the movement had caused the woman's heavy tits to gently swing to the right and the top of the gown eased further below. "A woman knows how to pleasure another. She isn't concerned about her own pleasures: she is more interested in giving than taking. And a woman can do it much longer and take it so easy." I wouldn't agree to that, Anita thought, sipping the last of the juice. At least not when I am in this kind of condition. Hot, horny and ready to go. All I am concerned about now is to ease the itching I have in my pussy. Anita stifled a giggle. "Meaning you like women more than men?" Vera looked down and shook her head. "You can't compare, ma'am," she replied, feeling very much like the teacher. Was this woman kidding her or was she for real? Had she really never had any experience with one of her own kind? "How so?" Anita insisted. "Well, I -- I am n-not very sure I can reply to that question, ma'am. I think you might not agree with me if you never had similar experiences." There! At last she had said it. She had drawn the woman into the conversation and was pretty confident she could do at least a bit of the questioning part. "What makes you think that I haven't had that kind of experiences Vera?" Anita smiled gently. The girl appeared to be embarrassed by the question. "Well, well, ma'am, this is so uncomfortable, talking about it..." "Go on, Vera, I mean, really. I am definitely interested. Don't hold back anything. Remember we are friends as long as this topic is concerned. The more in detail you tell me, the better it would be." Vera didn't need any further hints. "Unless you have experienced both the forms, it is difficult to explain. Both can be equally exciting. When you feel the man inside you..." "Go on. That, I've experienced, Vera. I have two kids remember? I can vouch for that thrill when you have a cock drilling inside you." Vera gasped, and this time it was audible. Anita laughed shortly, handing over her empty glass to the girl. "Does that shock you, Vera? I mean I haven't spoken in that fashion ever since my husband passed away. That means I was used to speaking like this when he was with me. Understand?" When the girl nodded, Anita continued, "And let me tell you, Vera. I have seen you finger fucking your own pussy and both of us have seen what those clips showed. So why don't you skip the euphemisms and get on with it? I am sure we will be more comfortable that way." Vera savored the moment of truth. Always, she had been the victor. The innocent face served as a nice façade: a kind of mask that succeeded in fooling a lot of people. As a matter of fact, Vera had eyed her mistress very closely indeed. She had seen her so many times doing those aerobics in the gym and had always been turned on by the woman's sexy and voluptuous body. That firm ass, those long legs and those very incredible tits! A few times, Vera had brought herself off with the image of Anita in her mind. A naked Anita, on top of her body, kissing, pressing those magnificent tits against her own was an old fantasy. If only, the girl thought ruefully, if only this lady knew about me! "Well, okay ma'am, if you say so. I agree that a man's -- um -- cock," there, she had said it! "...A man's cock fucking inside your pussy is heavenly. But the feel of a woman's tongue probing the depth of your pussy can be equally exciting. And if you haven't felt another woman's tits pressing against your own, well, like they say, you haven't felt anything." Anita was as hot as a firecracker now. Hearing the girl uttering those prohibited words only served to inflame her. Unconsciously, she rubbed her thighs together. Her pussy was soaking wet! "Then I obviously have not felt anything," she pretended to speak lightly, but hoped to god the girl would take the hint. Vera did. She pretended to be surprised. She was good at pretending. "You mean to say that you have never been with another female in your life?" "Does that surprise you? No, ever. Why?" "Because you are so -- um --so beautiful and so sexy, I thought a lot of women must have made a pass at you!" "Well, if they did, I certainly wouldn't know. Do you really think I am beautiful?" "That is a superfluous question, ma'am. Everyone knows how beautiful you are." "And sexy?" Anita dropped her shoulders and pulled them together, her tits bulging inside the crowded bra. "Hmm, yes, you are very sexy. Without exception, ma'am!" "Could you tell me how you make it with another girl, Vera?" Vera was silent. She bent her head and studied her toes. "Please?" Vera looked up and glanced at those exposed breasts. "Well, ma'am, it's difficult to describe, but, but..." "But?" Anita persisted, knowing fully well what the girl was about to say to her. "But, it would be easier to understand when you really experience it." Vera's heart was hammering wildly, wondering if this was right and hoping to god her instincts had not deserted her. If she had been wrong about her thoughts, she thought, she had it. This was no subtle hint; it was an outright suggestion. Anita stared into the girl's wide eyes. She was beyond the caring phase. And, she reminded herself as if to erase any guilt, she needed release! What a convenient euphemism for good old plain pussy rubbing, she thought. Anita pretended to sigh. "Don't you think I'm too old for that? Besides, whom would I find to experiment with?" Vera almost blurted out that she had her as a willing partner. She restrained herself. "I told you that you are very beautiful, ma'am." "Yes?" "And that you are very sexy." "Hmm?" "Would you mind if I showed you..." her voice trailed. Anita finally heard those words she had hoped to hear. "Why do you think am I sexy?" she asked, a slow smile playing on her lips as she stared at the girl. It was the moment of truth for both of them. "Well, you are so cute and you have such great tits! Your body is -- well -- truly stunning...I was kind of hoping that..." Anita slowly sat up on the bed, dragging herself up, still resting her back on the pillow. "Do you want to see my body?" "Yes, oh yes!" "Shall we fuck with each other?" "Yes. Certainly, ma'am, I'd love to." Slowly, Anita pulled out the second button of the gown. The bra came into view and the tits threatened to escape the confines of the little strip. "Why don't you get naked, Vera?" The girl rose with alacrity from the chair. Apparently, she had no pretensions about undressing. Quickly, she shimmied out of the loose frilly skirt, emerging in bright red panties. She bent down and picked up the skirt, tossing it aside before reaching behind her to unbutton the blouse. The blouse came off, her tits, covered in matching red bra, came in view and Anita let out a surprised gasp. Beneath those loose and drab dresses that this girl wore, Anita realized that she was hiding one of the most perfect bodies she had seen in a long time. Vera was about five three or so and extremely well proportioned. Anita ran her practiced eyes over the firm body. Beautiful round tits, the nipples punching against the bra confirming that she was indeed aroused, and long, long creamy and satin smooth legs complimented her small waist. Standing in her bra and panties, the girl swept back her long hair over her head and stared at Anita. "The bra, Vera. I want to see those tits." Licking her lips, Vera unhooked her bra and slid the straps off her shoulder. Her full and firm tits tumbled out, the large pink nipples erect. "Ah, Vera, I never imagined you had such a lovely body!" "Can I see your tits, ma'am?" For a reply, Anita hurriedly opened the rest of the buttons, and lifting her buttocks off the bed, pulled the gown off her lush body. Vera's eyes bugged at the sight of those enormous tits threatening to spill out of the mini bra. And when Anita reached behind to unclasp the bra hooks, those tits stretched the garment so much, and Vera thought it would rip off. Then, without any further hesitation, Anita stripped off the bra and Vera let out a strangled cry. "My god, but ma'am those are bigger than I imagined! Really big and so firm!" "Would you like to touch them?" the woman asked, cupping the twin globes and pushing her chest out to offer them to the girl. Unable to restrain herself any longer, Vera took the three steps towards the bed and bent down from her waist, putting her mouth directly between the mature ripe tits. "Oh my god!" Anita cried out hoarsely, clutching the girl by the back of her head and pulling her closer. She felt the girl licking the valley of her large tits, which she knew, that by now was a heady mixture of perfume and sweat, and herself blindly groped for Vera's dangling tits. Vera swung one leg up over the bed and threw it over Anita's hips. The woman pulled the girl over her body till she was on top. Vera made little moaning noises as she settled on top of the voluptuous body now sucking on the left tit, lips grazing the nipple as she pressed her own tits into the woman's hands. She thrilled at the way the woman's inexperienced hands clutched and squeezed her younger tits; at the way the woman thrust her waist and hips upward to push them against the younger girl's. "Oh yes, Vera, yes, suck on them, honey, lick them, yes, yes, take more of it, more of it, please!" Those years of waiting, of having none touch her in those delightful places that yearned to be touched had built a kind of a dam inside her and it was clear to Vera that the dam was going to burst soon. She pushed one hand between their bodies and thrust it inside the woman's tiny panties, groping for her pussy. She was thrilled that there was no hair there and wasn't surprised either. A woman like Anita, so sophisticated and so sexy would hardly have allowed any hair growing between her legs. Anita groaned, gripping the girl's hair when she felt those fingers probing away at her wet pussy. She caught her breath when Vera's finger scratched the stiff clitoris and bucked her hips when the girl pushed a finger directly inside her. "Oh my god, ah, ah, oh yes, so long, so long, so fucking long, yes, Vera, yes, fuck that finger inside my pussy, ah yes, deeper, baby, deeper, ah, fuck, yes!" It had been the first penetration inside her (save for the rare occasions that she had used her own fingers) since the last time her husband had fucked her, which was almost a month before he had died. It was a welcome intrusion, even though the sizes did not match. Dino had a pretty long and thick cock and it would always feel like he was stuffing a hell of a lot whenever he was fucking her. Vera's finger was a lot smaller and thinner, but the clever girl had soon added a second finger inside her boiling pussy and Anita moaned aloud, throwing her head back, her mouth gaping wide open as the muscles in her legs clenched. Vera transferred her attention to the other tit, lavishing it with her wet tongue. She licked around the round orb before concentrating on the nipple and this set off another long moan from the woman beneath her. Anita let one hand down the girl's back, caressing the smooth skin. Then, lower and lower her hand descended until it came to rest on her panty-covered buttocks. She squeezed the pliant flesh there, delighting on the firmness of her young buttocks. Vera gasped and raised her face up to look at her mistress in such agony. She plunged her fingers in and out of the wet pussy and bent her thumb to graze the erect clit. "Oh god!" Anita cried out. Vera shuffled up the lush body till her tits were against the large tits under her and managed to put her mouth atop the woman's. Anita was surprised when she felt Vera's tongue creeping inside her mouth. She opened her mouth wide to allow the girl to explore the insides with the tip of her tongue. All the while, Anita raised and lowered her buttocks, meeting the thrusting fingers with thrusts of her own. She felt the girl's firm young tits grazing against her ripe ones and moaned when Vera twisted her chest from one side to the other, in the process, letting their tits rub against each other. Anita felt her nipples getting stiffer when she felt Vera's nipples rubbing against them. She tried to squeeze her pussy muscles just as she used to when Dino would be fucking with her. She could hear the wet sloppy noises that Vera's finger was making as it plunged in and out of her wet pussy. Vera tore her mouth away from Anita's and then leaning down, began to lick the woman's face. It felt strange, those thick wet lips licking around her face. Vera began from the forehead and worked down to her nose before switching her attention to her cheeks. Finally, Anita felt the girl's saliva dripping over her face. It felt dirty, it felt sexy, it felt nasty and it felt oh so good! As if to thank her, Anita pushed the girl's panties down over the firm buttocks. "Wait," Vera said breathlessly. Anita moaned when the girl pulled out her fingers. Vera sat up, straddling Anita's thighs and then stood up on the bed. She seemed to loom over her and Anita's eyes filled with lust when she watched Vera pulling her panties down her legs and kicking them aside, revealing her pussy. This time, there were no closed curtains and it was bright enough for Anita to gaze at the girl's pussy. Yes, she had neatly trimmed the hair there, so that only a small patch grew just above the top of the slit. "Like?" Vera asked coyly, using her fingers to spread her pussy lips open to reveal the gash there. Anita gripped the girl's hips, her tits straining upwards when she did that, and nodded. "Yes, Vera, I like your cunt." Vera was delighted that this lady actually spoke her language. "Let me see yours," she breathed, cupping her tits and fondling them, still standing above Anita, legs on either side of the woman's body. Anita took her hands off the girl's thighs and pushed them below her. Vera twisted around to watch the woman grasp the waistband, raise her buttocks and push the garment down over her smooth legs. Anita shrugged off the panties only as a woman can: effortlessly, without using her hands, only her legs working the garment off: one leg after the other. "Open your cunt lips for me," Vera said in a strangled voice. Anita flushed but eagerly complied with the girl's request. Reaching down with both hands, she used a thumb and the middle finger to pry the lips apart. "God, but you have a beautiful pussy," Vera said. "Come down here and fuck me," Anita wailed. Vera giggled and then did a slow turn so that she was standing with her face away from Anita's. Anita stared at the girl's buttocks directly above her face and finally realized what was about to happen. Slowly, almost tantalizingly, the girl lowered her hips down. Down, down, and then slightly backing upward, adjusting the height and the length of their bodies, Vera came to a rest only when she had her pussy pressed right on top of Anita's mouth. "Now, ma'am, put your tongue inside my cunt and do what I do to your cunt." Anita cried out when she felt Vera's mouth crushing the whole of her pussy, encompassing almost the entire length of the slit. And a second later, she shuddered when the girl slipped her velvety tongue inside her pussy. Opening her thighs wide apart, she wrapped her legs around the girl's head, pulling her deeper. The Tale of the Families Ch. 02 "Hi, mom!" Ashish walked past the door, throwing his kit bag onto the sofa and bending down, kissed her cheek. "Hi! How did the coaching session go?" "Great! The coach hosted a dinner. Says he wanted to get all the guys together before the final selection. That way, he reckons no one would feel sidelined if they were not selected. Big deal!" "And you are sure you are going to be selected?" "C'mon mom, you should know better than to ask that! What's cooking? Where's Katy?" Anita smiled. She was sitting on her favorite rocking chair, watching TV as usual. "Katrina just had her dinner with me. Maybe she's up in her room." "That's good. I thought the two of you would wait for me to join you for dinner. Sorry I couldn't call and tell you about my dinner, mom. I clean forgot!" Anita looked at her tall son and suddenly the images of what she had seen on his PC that morning ran through her mind. She felt a flush across her face as she stared at her handsome son. Was he really into this? Or was it just a passing fascination? He was still in his practice dress, which consisted of a full-sleeved white cotton shirt tucked into white cotton pants. She watched him closely as he sat back on the sofa and bent down to undo the laces of his cricket boots. "That's okay, Ash. We sort of reckoned you would be having dinner with the team. This isn't the first time, you know. Would you like to have some dessert?" "Gosh, no! I'm pretty whacked out. I'm just going to hit the bed!" "Anita felt a twinge of something strange go through her body when he said 'bed'. Somehow, the image of his darkened bedroom and that PC floated into her mind. She shrugged off the image. "Alright. I guess I better tuck in too. It's been a long day for me too." "You keeping busy with the soaps on the idiot box, mom?" Ashish grinned, shoving the boots and his socks beneath the sofa and getting to his feet. "Those serials do make a day seem to be long!" "You are not criticizing me, are you?" Anita laughed. It was well know that besides the gym, she was addicted to the TV. Ashish laughed, walking quickly up to her and pecking her cheek. "Just kidding, mom. Okay, I guess I'll call it a day. G'night, mum." She could smell the odor of his body. That typical man-sweat that came from rigorous exercises. He always smelt like that after his sessions at the net as well as when he had done his routines in the gym. The smell invoked something else in her. She was suddenly reminded of her morning exercises with Vera and that made her feel as though she was burning. My god, she thought, I must be getting to be a nymphomaniac. Everything seemed to remind her about sex. She tried to force the thoughts away, at least for the moment. "Goodnight, Ash, sleep well." She watched her son bound up the steps. It was strange, she thought, that she had been thinking about sex and associating it with the smell of her son's body. Was she getting to be a pervert? Try as she might, she just couldn't keep away the thoughts returning back to her again. She thought about that wonderful morning / afternoon with Vera. The two had been at each other well until the evening! It wasn't till she had realized that it was about half an hour for Katy to return and regretfully, she had told Vera to get dressed. Vera had been so wonderful! She promised a lot, that girl, what with that sparkle in her eyes when she had left for the day with a promise to get in early tomorrow! So sexy, so inventive! She had made Anita come almost half a dozen times, making her go through the tricks that women employed when they had sex with each other. After the first time, they had stood under the shower, soaping each other, kissing with open mouths, their passion mounting steadily. Anita had insisted that Vera wear one of Katrina's panties and was delighted when her daughter's bra had fitted, albeit a bit loosely, when Vera had pulled it on. "Tomorrow, ma'am," the girl had told her, "I will show you a new thing -- a new way of getting well and truly fucked: almost as if it was the real thing!" Anita wondered what else this girl would teach her. If only she knew! ****** I shouldn't be doing this, she thought, creeping out of her room and making her way down the passage. I can't possibly be spying on my kids! Anita's thoughts were confused, just as they had been when she was lying on her bed, desperately trying to ignore the fact that she had watched all those clips on her son's PC. Images of Ashish hunched over the glowing monitor and watching similar clips, filtered through her mind and even before she realized it, she had swung her legs off the bed and made her way outside the bedroom. Her heart pumping, she now crept along the passage and stopped directly in front of her son's bedroom door. It was dark in the passage: they always switched off the passage lights. She could make out the dim light filtering from below the crack of his door and she knew that he was awake. Her presumption was proved when she heard the sound of a chair being scraped back over the floor; she froze, thinking that perhaps Ashish was going to step out of his room. A minute went by and when there were no further sounds, she put her ear against the door and strained hard to listen for any sounds behind it. She could hear the hum of the PC and her heart beat erratically when visions of the clips she'd seen in the morning flashed through her mind. Was her son watching those same clips? Or, was he downloading any others? She glanced across the passage at Katrina's room. There was no similar light showing from under her door, thank god, she thought. Her Katy was probably fast asleep. She pondered for a while, wondering whether she should take the risk of getting into the empty bedroom beside her son's. Perhaps she should creep into it and try the bathroom that was common for both the bedrooms. Two bedrooms lining the opposite sides of the passage were provided with a single bathroom between them. That meant that lying between Ashish's bedroom and the one adjacent to it, lay the common bathroom. There was a similar arrangement between Katy's bedroom and the adjacent bedroom on the opposite side of the passageway. They had doors opening into the bedrooms and when the occupant of one bedroom wanted to use the bathroom, he had to make sure that the bolt on the inside of the other door was locked. Deciding that she had come far enough, she made her way noiselessly into the empty bedroom. It was pitch dark inside. She closed the door behind her and felt around the wall to creep up to the bathroom door. Gently, she pushed the latch. Yes, it was open. She slid inside the bathroom noiselessly and stared at the door on the other side -- the door that led to Ashish's room. Her son had not locked the bathroom door on his side and it was half open. She saw the dim light from his room playing into the bathroom and carefully avoiding the light, she peered inside. Of course she should have known that he would be doing precisely what he was doing at that very moment. In fact, she would have been disappointed if he had not. He was sitting on the chair, the same one in which Vera had been sitting in the morning, and staring hard at the monitor. Only, the clips he was watching weren't the same that she had seen earlier. As a matter of fact, they weren't those "joined" clips at all. Her son was watching full-fledged porn on his PC! His chair was side-ways to the door and she could see him in profile. Her heart thumped when she noticed that he was masturbating. She couldn't see his cock clearly: it was dark under the table, but she could definitely see the rhythmic movements that his hand made. She glanced at the screen. It was a big seventeen-inch plasma screen and she could clearly see the film he was watching. This time around she was surprised to notice that there was one big tit girl making it with three guys. Two men stood in front of her and one behind her and she was kneeling on the floor. The man behind her had his cock in her mouth: she had to twist her head around to allow him to fuck her mouth. The guys standing in front of her were fondling her huge tits and taking turns, sliding their cocks between them. Anita suddenly realized that there was one thing common in those clips she had seen in the morning and this movie: the cock between the tits. Did her son have this fetish? Did he like watching a man fucking a pair of tits with his cock? Or, she thought, her mind now numb, did he also actually do it with a girlfriend? She watched the camera zoom to the glistening cock going in and out of the girl's mouth and then the camera panned back to show a man bucking his hips up and down to send his cock gliding back and forth between the girl's tits. The man was obviously not satisfied with the position because he put his hands down to grip her shoulder and began to ram his cock faster up and down her cleavage. The other man standing in front of her slapped her tits with his monster cock. Anita felt the wetness between her legs and admonished herself: this wasn't the time to get horny, she thought. She should be storming the room and yelling at him: perhaps, slap him! What if her son was addicted to this sort of thing? Were all guys his age such weirdoes? Anita had honestly felt all along that watching so much of porn was a weirdo's job. Too much of porn and she rationalized that it would affect your actual performance because you would expect your partner to do what you actually see in the film. And that wasn't reasonable, she thought. Those actors were paid to do such exercises, whether they enjoyed it or not. And you couldn't possibly have such group sex in real life! What if Ashish wouldn't be satisfied with straight sex? What if he would crave for such impossible groups and orgies? Her suspicions about his fetish with cock and tits were soon confirmed because he had fumbled with the mouse on the pad and had reduced the speed of the film bringing it to play in slow motion. The girl on the screen, kneeling on the carpet, bent her head down to take the tip of the cock thrusting between her tits into her mouth. The other two guys were now on either sides of the kneeling girl, slapping her tits with their erections, occasionally pushing the tip of their cocks against her nipples even as the first man guided his prick up and down the generous cleavage. One of the two guys slapping his cock on her tits pushed her hair back off her forehead and cheeks so that the camera could zoom in to capture the sight of the engorged cock sliding back and forth in the generous valley. The girl let the cock that was fucking her tits out of her mouth and swiveling her head around gobbled up the cock that was at her right. The third guy bent down awkwardly at his hips and thrust his hips forward, managing to slide his cock alongside the one that was already fucking her tits. The camera closed up at the sight of two cocks trying to slide simultaneously between the woman's tits. In their attempt to manage it, Anita could see the way the cocks rubbed against each other as well. Anita was aware that even if her son was watching the scene in slow motion, the pace of the rhythm of his hand between his legs had picked up considerably. She also became aware of the words that he was muttering and strained her ears to catch them. "Oh yes, yes, like that, god, give it to that cunt, give it to the bitch's tits, fuck them you big bastards, fuck those big jugs, shove those cocks up and sown those slut's tits, push those jugs closer together and fuck the hell out of them..." Anita blushed when she heard those obscenities stream out of her young son. She knew she had uttered those very words in the morning, and that too in the presence of a maid hardly a year older than her son. But to hear these words flow out of the mouth of her loving son shocked her. In a strange way, the film had excited her as well. And why not, she thought? After all, this was the very room and that was the same monitor, which had set off the events in the morning that had led to her seducing the maid. Or was it the other way around? Had Vera seduced her? Whatever it was, it remained a fact that the day had been highly enjoyable and that urge inside her had finally been released to a great extent. Great extent? That, she thought was an understatement. (Vera had been amazingly inventive. She recalled how the girl had lain on top of her and rocked her hips up and down over hers while holding a finger between her own legs. That way, it seemed as if the girl's finger was her cock and she was fucking with it in the same rhythm that she was pounding her hips. And late, Vera had knelt on the floor beside the bed and made 'madam' spread her legs. Anita had dumbly obeyed by stretching her legs are far apart as possible, holding them aloft by grabbing her knees while Vera had fastened her mouth on her pussy, sucking and licking avidly...) With a start, she realized that her mind was drifting back, taking her to the morning instead of concentrating on what actually she was doing now. She focused on the scene inside her son's room again. Though she tried her best to strain her eyes to see what he looked like 'down there', it wasn't possible in the dim light. She could detect only a shadow and his hand pumping rapidly away. He was so much into it that the chair on which he was seated had begun to rock along with him. His mouth was partially open and his tongue kept flicking out to lick his lips. She watched, frozen, as he brought one hand up to his mouth and licked it till it was wet with his saliva. He pushed the hand down again and the rhythmic movements began all over again, this time that bit faster. The two men on the screen dragged their cocks up and down between the woman's tits while the third man now began to pump his hips back and forth, driving his thick cock in and out of her mouth. The camera zoomed to show the entire length of the astounding cock disappear completely inside the starlet's mouth till her nose was pressed into his hairy crotch. Then, slowly, the cock appeared out of the mouth, glistening with her saliva, a lot of it dribbling down the side of her mouth. Finally, the second man drew back, obviously not getting his angle right, leaving the first man to continue to slide his cock back and forth in the valley of her tits. The girl bent down again and opened her mouth, allowing the cock that was fucking her tits to poke in and out of her mouth as well. The man fucking her tits grabbed her by her shoulders and began to increase the speed with which he was pumping his hips. Anita was amazed that even as the man's cock remained trapped between the woman's enormous tits, a goodly part of the dick was fucking her mouth. Ashish's mutterings were more like gasps now. "Oh yeah, man, that's the way, make her suck that dick while you fuck the hell out of her boobs! Oh yes, go faster, you big bastard, faster and harder, deeper into her mouth! Wrap those tits around your cock, oh yeah, like that, like that, like that, fuck that sexy mom!" Anita froze when she heard him utter that word 'mom'. What was that all about? Her eyes flicked up from his groin to the screen. The man was thrusting his cock rapidly now, even in slow motion, it looked pretty quickly. She strained her eyes and could make out the small logo at the bottom of the screen, way to the left. And then it hit her! When the camera panned to include the entire cast of the film, it showed the dark part of the set where the action was taking place. Against this dark backdrop, she could clearly see the words flashing on the screen. A Busty Mom Video Presentation. Oh my god, she thought. The two other men thrust their hips in turn whenever the woman took their cocks in her mouth. The men had their hands on her tits pushing them towards each other, while their friend continued to fuck them furiously. Suddenly, the man on the screen who had been tit-fucking the woman, arched his back and opened his mouth and the camera zoomed in for a close-up view of his cock spurting his semen: it hit the woman below her chin even as it was poised just above the top of her tits, and then it pulled back into her cleavage to spurt the next blast in the valley. The camera panned back slightly and the two other men were similarly stretched backwards from their waists as the woman jerked furiously on their cocks. The woman blinked when one cock that she was jerking shot out a stream of cum on her eyes and the other man took it upon himself to jerk his cock and direct the stream of his juices over her tits, still wrapped around the thick pulsating cock trapped between them. The woman spread the semen all over her big tits with her hands, rubbing the thick fluid as one would rub cream onto one's skin. There was a lot of the spunk and the woman's tits looked as though some one had poured a bottle full of milk on them. The man who had come between her tits now stuffed his cock back into her mouth and she sucked on it almost viciously, as if she wanted to drain even the blood out of the monster. Her heart almost stopped and her gaze shifted back to her son's face. It was suffused and contorted and she knew what was coming next. She had seen Dino getting like that plenty of times. "Ah, fuck," whimpered Ashish suddenly, arching his hips up at the monitor, his fist a blur around his cock, "I'm going to cum, oh shit, fuck that mom's tits!" She took an involuntary step back into the bathroom, as if she was afraid he would swivel his head around and notice her presence in the room. And then, she saw his cum erupting onto the screen and was amazed. His shorts were still bunched up around his hips that he had now thrust up at the monitor. Even in this position, Anita couldn't see her son's cock clearly, but she sure could see the monitor getting doused by his come. There was so much of it; she couldn't believe it was real. Her eyes remained riveted on the screen as she watched it sprayed all over with his cum. She hadn't actually seen a man's semen for a very long time and her mind flashed back to when Dino used to be in one of his moods and pull his cock out just before coming to spray his semen all over her abdomen. (She had begun to love the feel of her husband's spunk on her belly and then, when he began to spurt on her tits, it made her feel that much hornier. That had begun on one night when her husband had brought home a VCD that had plenty of such scenes and she wanted to try it out. "You really mean it?" Dino had asked. She recalled how she had nodded eagerly and whispered, "Oh honey, yes! I want to feel your cum all over my tits, just like that guy is doing to that girl there!" Dino hadn't hesitated. They had been fucking in the spoon fashion on the sofa. He was behind her and both were facing the TV screen, watching the film. She supposed that his sudden burst of passion had to with the fact that she had asked him to actually come on her tits. He had suddenly increased the pace with which he had been sliding his cock in and out of her from behind and then, with a groan, he had urgently slipped out of the couch and hovering above her had jacked off till his come had shot out of his cock to splatter all over her tits.) Now, as she stood, trembling, she watched her son writhing spasmodically as he masturbated furiously. He had timed it well enough, she realized, suddenly aware of the moistness between her legs. The man in the film pumping his cock back and forth between the woman's tits had just finished ejaculating, spraying the big-breasted woman with a liberal dose of his juice. The two men standing by the side began to jerk off their spurting cocks and one of them shoved his into the woman's mouth as the other now took the place of the first man, placing his leaking cock between the cum-soaked tits. The Tale of the Families Ch. 02 It was all she could stand. Numb with shock, yet aware that she had to be careful not to make any noise, she slipped back into the adjacent bedroom. Her heart was thudding wildly when she finally made it to her own bedroom. She was aware that she was breathing erratically, her chest heaving and the sound of her breathing quite audible to her in the quiet of her room. She threw herself on her bed, head spinning crazily as she tried to understand what she had just witnessed. Busty Mom? Had Ashish ever thought of his mom like that, she wondered? No, it was impossible! Maybe he was hooked on large breasts and the sight (or feel) of a cock between them was his ultimate get off. She had to admit that with her ample boobs, still so firm and ripe, she was an ideal candidate for a busty mom! Was her son secretly fantasizing about doing to her tits what those men had done to the woman on the screen? She was convinced that he was fixated on tits. What Vera had been watching on the PC that morning and what her son had been looking at a few moments ago on the same monitor had remarkably similar content and it would have been too much of a coincidence for her not to believe her instincts. Whatever the reason, Anita knew that she probably never would look at her son without thinking of what he had been doing tonight. And then the image of her son thrusting his hips out and ejaculating all over the PC monitor drifted into her mind. Without thinking, her hands crept up to her tits beneath the thin nightgown she was wearing. Her thinking wasn't straight anymore and images of the movie, of her son jacking off to it and then finally of Vera eating her out flashed through at the same time. At the same time, her mind wandered back again to the episode that had come to mind a few minutes ago: the one where Dino had, for the first (and certainly not the last) time, had showered her abdomen with his come. Why had she thought of that? And especially, considering the situation, she was confused that her mind could actually consider recalling that episode with her husband. There was her son, all of twenty-one, addicted to watching porn, something that was considered to be taboo around these parts, and she was thinking about the time that she was fucking with her husband! Her mind refused to go blank even though she tried hard not to think about anything else except how best she could handle this situation with her son. (Dino would always raise another hard on, and quickly at that, especially after he would watch her rubbing his come over her body and into her nipples. That night, hardly a couple of minutes after he had let his semen wash her tits, he crouched over her in the inverted position. She was still lying on the couch and still rubbing his sticky come over her tits when she raised her face to watch his cock dangling down over her face. "Maybe, if you suck it a bit, it would get fully hard again, baby. I do want to fuck you again." So she opened her mouth and he thrust his already hardening cock into her, leaning down to put his mouth on her pussy. She opened her legs wide; moaning as he expertly licked her clit, his fingers rubbing her slit gently...) She didn't know when she had pulled down the front of her gown down her shoulders. Neither did she know exactly when she had pushed the loose bra down her tits. Her hands seized her swollen tits and she crushed them. Her nipples were erect and her legs wriggled as she kneaded her tits. (The sight of those huge cocks spurting between the woman's tits, splattering all over them and onto her face, the way the man held her head firmly as he fucked his cock into her mouth and the way the woman had kept jerking two cocks even as the third fucked her tits...these images flashed through her mind. And yes, finally, the sight of her son's hand speeding its movements and his guttural voice encouraging the actor: "Oh yeah, man, fuck those tits, oh yes, faster, now, you son of a bitch, fuck them faster, give it to that goddamned bitch, give it hard to that cunt! Oh fucking hell, that's it, oh yes, fuck, fuck, fuck..." And then those thick, long ropes of her son's cum...) She could see his contorted face, his body bucking on the wobbling chair, his mouth wide open, eyes riveted on the screen. It wasn't long before she had raised the gown over her hips and pulled her panties down. Kneading one large breast in one hand, she used the other to begin caressing herself down there... (Dino kept up to his word. Hardly a couple of minutes had passed since he had been fucking her face and his cock had already gotten hard; in fact, harder than it was before. She bucked her hips when she felt his finger plunge inside her steaming cunt and clamped her lips around his throbbing cock. With the palm of one hand, she was still rubbing his come over her tits, though it was fast drying off. "I think we are ready now," he said, continuing to fuck her cunt with his finger and straightened up. He glanced down and watched her lips slide up and down his cock and he stared at her hand still rubbing his come over her large tits. "Oh god, baby, that looks so sexy!" "Mmm..." "I mean, watching you rub my cum over your tits! Oh yeah, baby, suck me harder, oh fuck, oh yeah, that's it!" She looked into his eyes and applied more suction, trying to smile at him with his cock stuffed in her mouth. He crammed his finger deep inside her and she cried out, almost biting his cock off. She pulled her head away and gasped, "Oh darling, fuck me now, please, put that cock inside me! Fuck with me, baby, come on, fuck with me!" He grabbed her hands and pulled her off the couch and they kissed, stabbing each other's tongues and smelling their juices, tasting them. She reached down and grabbed his cock, jerking it up and down and he gripped her tits. He grabbed her cheek and forced her face away, string into her eyes. "How do you want it, honey?" "Just this way! Standing up!" her voice was shrill and impatient. Dino held her hip, which she had swung up to part her pussy. She had to get on to her toes to adjust the height even after he had bent down at his waist. She grabbed his shoulder with one hand and the top of the couch with the other for support as he thrust his hips at hers. The tip of his cock rubbed over her wet pussy and she moaned. "Please, darling, shove that cock inside me!" He bent down to take one swinging tit in his mouth and grasping his erect cock, guided it inside her smooth nether lips. "Ah, yes!" she hissed when she felt the solid cylinder plunge inside her, burying right to the hilt. He cupped her buttocks with one hand, continuing to suckle on her engorged nipple coated with his dry semen and pulled her closer. "Fuck me, please, fuck me hard!" she cried out. He began to thrust his cock in and out of her wide-open and thoroughly wet pussy.) Anita had closed her eyes as the images flashed through her mind vividly. She had somehow dragged her body up the bed, her back flat against the bedstead. She now brought her hands up to cup her large tits. She pushed them up and bent down. In this position, she could flick the tip of her tongue over the swollen nipples. Her knees were drawn up the bed and she parted them. Directly opposite her was the mirror and she could see her pussy glistening with her juices in the reflection. She felt like a tart as she licked around her sensitive and now stiff nipples. She let go of one breast and allowed that hand to wander down over her flat belly till her fingers were back there, caressing her pussy lips gently. (Dino pushed and plunged, pulled and gasped as he fucked his wife. He drove his cock upwards till his hips smacked against her with a dull slap. She cried out and he backed off again till only the tip of his cock was embedded inside her. He paused a while, sucking avidly on her nipple and then pulling her towards him with her buttocks, he slammed his hips forward, allowing his cock to bury back deep inside her steaming pussy.) Anita suddenly realized that she was moaning softly. Her fingers slid up her slit till she was rubbing her swollen clit. She pinched the nipple she was licking as she fondled her clit just that bit faster and faster. The moaning turned to guttural cries as the images that were flashing through her mind suddenly changed and all that she saw now in her mind was the contorted, convulsing face of her son as he shot his semen all over the monitor... The Tale of the Families Ch. 03 Salma crept past the back door, closing it noiselessly behind her. Quickly, she looked around the backyard, and then, up at the building. Satisfied that no one was watching, she fitted a key to the lock of the garage door and entered inside. It took her a minute to adjust her eyes to the relatively dark garage and then she walked over to the large SUV parked in it. She opened the rear door and quickly slipped inside. "You took your time, baby," Ashish said, pulling the girl towards him. When she opened her mouth to reply, he bent his head down and put his mouth over hers. She moaned when he took her swollen lips into his mouth to suck on it. His put one arm around her neck and slid the other to her breast encased within the thin silk blouse she wore. As her tongue fought his and eventually, overpowering it entered his mouth, she thrust one hand down to grip the front of his pants. As usual, she encountered the large lump there and she kneaded the bulge as he squeezed her tit. It was always better in the SUV than the little hatchback he owned, though, there was a slight disadvantage of using the SUV: they couldn't possibly take it out and make it in the woods. Her father did not allow anyone to touch his precious big car. In fact, at this moment, her father, Saqlain, was probably driving his sedan to his office. He used the SUV only on the highways. The advantage of using the big car was obvious. Unlike the hatchback, it wasn't cramped and there was plenty of space for them to explore each other and make it out. There was a danger of either her mother or her brother entering the garage; but Salma had taken care of that: she had hidden the spare keys to the garage in her room. If they would ask her, she would simply say that she had forgotten to put the key back on the ring. So far, Salma and Ashish had been fortunate: none had missed the key. Now, with their mouths fused, he slipped his hand inside her blouse and seized her firm breast while she hurriedly unbuckled his pants. He didn't bother to unhook her bra; instead, he simply pushed his hand through the top of it, desperate to have a feel of her naked, young breast. She groaned when he kneaded her taut tit and slid her hand inside his shorts, having had unzipped his pants already. He grunted and his hips bucked up off the car seat when her fist wrapped around his hard cock. She slipped down the seat and he pulled up her skirt with his other hand. This brought their heads at equal levels and since she was to his right side, he could slide his right hand around her back, and bring it up to her exposed left thigh. She had to pull her hand away from his swollen cock because he wanted to play with her pussy. She draped her left leg over the back rest of the front seat and spread her other leg apart to allow him to push her panties down her hips. "Oh god," she whimpered, raising her arm to encircle his neck when he rubbed his fingers over her wet pussy. Expertly, he unhooked her bra and then pushed her blouse down along with the bra to expose her ripe tits, grabbing one of them. "Ah," she muttered when he let his finger manipulate her clit and at the same time knead her breast. She put her hands to her breasts and urged him to squeeze the one he had in his hand harder. "Oh yes," she hissed when he rubbed her clit with one finger and her legs spread apart wider. They looked down at the sight of his finger manipulating her clit and the sight seemed to inflame them, for she twisted her head around and kissed his lips. He accepted her tongue and began to suck on it. Her hand tightened on his hand that was kneading her breast and she thrust her hips upwards when he slid one finger inside her wet pussy. When he began plunging his finger in and out of her hot opening, she threw her head back and growled. He ducked his head down and put his mouth over one exposed breast, sucking her nipple, and then directing his tongue all over the young breast. "Ah, Ashish, you do that so well!" she whimpered, her hand reaching down between their bodies to grab his throbbing cock. When her fist closed around the shaft, he grunted, his mouth now trying to stuff as much of the tit flesh as he could, and that wasn't much judging by the amount of the pliant flesh still visible. She began to jerk his hard on, but couldn't settle into a rhythm because she was squirming around the seat as his finger fucked her pussy rapidly. "My clit, too," she gasped and he immediately let his thumb splay across her slit and rub the erect clitoris. "Harder, honey, harder," she moaned. He grunted some more and now began to pump his finger in and out of her savagely, almost biting off her stiff nipple when she too increased the speed of her pumping fist. "I want you to fuck me," she wailed. He slid down the seat till his feet were lying stretched out between the two front seats, almost touching the gear lever. He twisted his body to one side and effortlessly, she turned around so that her back was facing his chest. He gripped the base of his cock and thrust upwards blindly, totally missing her opening. She giggled, slipping her hand down over her belly till it rested on her pussy. With her fingers, she spread her pussy lips apart. "There, boy!" she murmured, "its wide open for your cock!" He shoved his hips forward, ramming his cock into her ready pussy, all the way in, buried to the hilt and she exhaled the breath she had been holding, in a rush. "Ah, god, yes, fuck my pussy," she muttered, her hands coming up again to grab his, guiding them to her heaving tits. "You are so hot and tight," he rasped out, closing his hands over her tits and drawing back till his cock was almost outside her pussy. He paused, she wriggled her hips and he slammed forward again. "Oh, yes, harder, now, harder!" she panted, "give that cock to me, Ashish, oh god, yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me!" The large car began to rock on its springs as he plunged his cock in and out of her pussy. She reached down and rubbed her clit with one hand, while urging his hand to squeeze her jiggling tit. She turned her head and leaned down, offering him her lips and he kissed her on the mouth. He accepted her tongue, sucking on it, continuing to fuck her relentlessly. "You like my cunt?" she breathed, pulling her lips away and sliding her tongue over his cheek. "Oh yeah, baby, its so hot!" "Is it tight enough for you, baby?" "Oh my god, yes, you have the tightest pussy in the world, oh yeah," he muttered hoarsely, as he felt her hand cupping his balls and kneading them. "Is it as wet as my mouth?" she insisted on asking him. Ashish enjoyed the banter -- in fact, she had picked up the habit from him. He loved to talk when they were in this kind of a mood. "You still haven't shown me how wet your mouth is," he replied. She giggled, lifting her ass up to disengage her pussy from his cock. He shuffled backwards till he was resting on the door, his feet down on the floorboard. He spread his legs, knowing what was to follow. He raised one leg and rested it against the backrest of the seat, letting his other leg remain planted on the floorboard. It was always like this. First would come the preliminary fuck where he would stroke his cock inside her pussy for perhaps two or three minutes. And then, she would always pull away... She slid back on the seat till she was crouched on the seat between his legs. She grabbed his erect cock, lowering her mouth towards it. "You want me to suck your cock?" "Oh yeah, please," he responded by thrusting his hips up so that his cock head brushed her full, pouting lips. "You like me to suck your cock?" "Please, baby, please!" "You want to know if my mouth is as wet as my cunt?" she asked, her voice hoarse as she slowly pumped his cock up and down. "Oh yes, oh yes, hurry, baby, take me in your mouth!" She grabbed his cock in one fist, caressing his heavy balls with the other and rubbed the tip across her lips. Her tongue crept out and she flicked the tip over his swollen cock head. "I love the taste of your cock," she breathed, her eyes fixed on his as she made herself comfortable by crouching on her fours, her lovely buttocks rising off the seat. He groaned, groping below him to find her pussy. He had to lean forward and though it was awkward for him, he was used to it. Besides, the size of the car allowed them the luxury of this position. She spread her legs wider and his hand was soon caressing her shaven pussy, sliding a finger up and down the slit before finally thrusting it inside her. She grunted and quickly took the cock head in her mouth: just the cock head, allowing her lips to play across the top of the hot flesh. "Please, baby, please, put my cock in your mouth!" She opened her mouth wide and placed him inside, closing her lips around it only after half of his cock had disappeared inside. She bobbed her head up and down, sliding more and more of his cock inside her mouth even as he began to probe the insides of her pussy with the second finger. She hummed around his shaft when he finally began fucking her with two fingers. Having already had his cock inside her, she was wide open and wet. He rolled her nipple with the fingers of his other hand as she spat his cock out after allowing it to completely disappear inside her mouth till it had lodged in her throat. "Ah," she muttered, arching upwards to meet his plunging fingers. Saliva rolled down her lips and onto her body as she took deep breaths before leaning down again and beginning to lick his balls. "I love the taste of your cock, I love its smell," she whispered. "Lick it, then, baby," he panted. She let her tongue slide up from the bottom of his balls till it reached his cock head and he shivered when she plunged her mouth down to take it back inside her mouth. He watched her intently and she looked right back at him as she milked his cock with her throat. Salma had amazing talent for cock sucking, he thought as he smiled at her now. She pulled back and directed the wet tip over her nose and over her cheeks. "You like that?" she asked impishly. "You bet your sweet ass I do," he muttered. "And you? You do like me to fuck your cunt with your fingers, right?" "You bet your sweet ass I do," she shot back, moving her hips to meet his fingers and pulling them back when they slid outside. He drew his hand out and offered his fingers for her to suck. She gobbled on it, jerking his cock furiously. As she bent down to take his cock back into her mouth, he grabbed her tits and kneaded them. She let her tongue sweep over the hard flesh again, and then, pushing it back against his stomach, she began to lick the under side of his throbbing cock. "Lick my balls, please," he gasped, now squeezing her tits till she was whimpering. She bent further and took one testicle in her mouth, gently sucking on it, all the while, jerking his shaft up and down. "Ah, that's so good, suck it like that! Make my cock wet too." They both knew where exactly they were headed with this conversation. It was always like this. She sucked the other testicle now, rapidly jerking the skin on his shaft back and forth in her fist. Her ass rotated form one side to the other. "Make my cock wet, honey," he repeated. She raised her head and his cock disappeared into her mouth again though not for a long time, because she pulled back and spat on it, coating it with her saliva. She spread the saliva over the shaft with her fist and spat some more. She made a small pout of her lips and rubbed the hard cock over it. Her eyes were fixed on his and she now let her tongue move up and down across the front side of his cock. She slid it inside her mouth again and this time rolled it so that it was lying between the left side of her teeth and the inside of her cheek. He looked down at her with wide eyes. He always loved to watch her face when she sucked him. This time, she looked like she had mumps, what with his cock at one side inside her mouth. He slid his hand down her belly and caressed her mound before thrusting two fingers back inside her pussy when she shoved her hips forward to meet his fingers. As he fucked her with his fingers, he jammed his thumb against the erect clit and she moaned aloud, sucking his cock with increased fervor. "Ah, baby, that's so nice, oh yes, I love it when you suck my cock! Oh god, oh yes, bob your pretty head like that and fuck my cock with your mouth, oh yes!" She was allowing her saliva to flow freely over his throbbing cock till she could feel it's slickness increase. And then, he pulled his hips backward, and along with that, his cock popped out of her mouth. "Time for a tit fuck, baby," he muttered hoarsely, continuing to fuck her with his fingers. She bent down at the same time arching her chest up at him. The tip of his cock slid down over her chin till it thumped against the soft pillows of her firm tits. This also brought her face close to his. "You want me to fuck your cock with my tits?" she asked. "Oh yeah, take that meat between your tits and move up and down baby, go ahead and fuck my cock with your tits!" She slapped his hand away from her tits and grabbed them herself by the sides. Leaning over his hips, she adjusted her tits till they surrounded his cock. She looked up at him and smiled. "Now?" "Yes, now," he answered. She pushed her young tits together, trapping his cock between them. "Oh fuck," he whispered harshly when he felt the soft but firm orbs trapping him. She began to move now, timing her movements with those that his fingers were making inside her pussy. "Oh, Ashish, that is so good! I get all horny and hot when you fuck my tits, oh yes, fuck them, you too, yes, yes, faster baby, faster!" So he began to pump his hips back and forth even as she bobbed her upper body up and down and the feeling was so good, that he had to slow down. He concentrated on holding back, wishing this would go on forever as he thrust his fingers harder and deeper inside her pussy. The car rocked on its springs; they ignored it. They also ignored the sound of the leather seats pushing and pulling along with them, the rustle of the material crushed under them. "Part those tits a bit honey, I want to watch my cock gliding there," he gasped. She pulled her tits away from each other, without interrupting the rhythm of her movements. "Ah, fuck, that looks so good," he sighed, his eyes widening at the sight of his cock gliding back and forth in her cleavage. She peered down and nodded, apparently agreeing with him. She sucked her cheeks in to collect more saliva and let it dribble out of her mouth, watching it land directly on his cock. "That looks sexier," she said and groaning, he picked up the speed of his thrusts. She raised her face to his and opened her mouth, poking her tongue out. He had to bend down slightly so he could lick her tongue with his and then his lips crushed hers. She pushed her tongue inside his mouth and began to move her ass back and forth, up and down, urging his fingers to speed up. As usual, he managed to hold out till she moaned, slamming her hips forward, her legs stiffening and her hands crushing her tits together around his cock, signaling her orgasm. Tearing her mouth away from his, she gasped, "Oh my god, Ashish, I'm cumming, I am cumming, oh yes, fuck it harder, yes, yes, deep, deeper, oh yes, press my clit, oh my god, ugh..." Her head snapped backwards as she climaxed powerfully. Her body was rigid and so he had to work his cock back and forth between her tits. Her hands had encircled his shoulders and that meant he had to grab her tits. When she went limp, he went into overdrive. He pulled his cock out from the warmth of the valley of her tits and effortlessly, pulled her up to him, shuffling forward and away from the door against which he had been resting. She parted her legs and raised them, her heels pushing against the glass window behind his body. His cock was now poised directly in front of her pussy. "Yes, yes," she hissed, sidling closer to him. "Put your cock back in my cunt and fuck me!" He did exactly that. Gripping her shoulders and pulling her against him till her tits were mashed against his chest, he pushed his hips forward, slamming his wet and erect cock into her pussy. "Oh fuck, baby, you are so hot and tight," he grunted as he began to rock back and forth furiously. Her hands clutched his shoulders as he pumped into her. His cock slid smoothly and effortlessly in and out of her wet pussy. She managed to lean back so that he could grip her tits and maul them as he continued to fuck her savagely, "Ah, oh yes, yes, fuck me, Ashish, fuck that cock of yours into my cunt! Give it to me, baby, oh god, fuck me!" "Take this, and this, and this..." he began to chant as he thrust in and out. "Give me, give me, oh give me," she implored. The heavy car rocked on its springs as they continued to fuck, their stomachs smacking against each other. She began to speed up and he knew that she was on the verge of another orgasm, because that was the way she moved whenever she was about to come: fast, short and hard thrusts against his cock, her nails raking his back and her lips pulled back in a furious grimace. "Ah, ah, ugh, oh god, yes, fuck me, yes, fuck, fuck oh yes, fuck me!" she wailed. He thrust one hand down between their wriggling bodies and found her clit. It was erect and very hard and when he put the flat of one finger over it to rub it to and fro across her slit, she screamed. "Oh my god, yes, yes, rub it faster, baby, ah yes! Fuck me harder, oh god, push it in deeper, oh god, yes, yes!" He now pressed the thumb against her clit and gently pushed his middle finger inside her pussy, alongside his thrusting cock. It drove her right against the wall. "OH GOD!" she gasped deliriously. "Fuck, Ashish, fuck harder, yes, put that finger deeper like your cock, oh yes, fuck, ah fuck!" Even with their savage coupling, he bent his head down, not forgetting to suck on her jiggling tits. He licked around the whole melon and then slid the nipple inside his mouth. Her right hand slipped down his back and came around their thrusting bodies and she managed to slide it in between them. He grunted when she cupped his balls, gently squeezing them. "My god, baby," he groaned, aware of the sweat that was running down his brow and dripping onto her tits. "Oh shit, baby, you are so hot, so tight, so fucking good, ah, that feels so good, so hot, ah yes, baby, push your ass up, ah yes, fuck me back like that, ah yes, fuck, fuck that is so good, ah yes!" A low animal-like sound began to emanate from the back of her throat and her eyes almost disappeared inside the sockets. Her mouth gaped wide open and she hissed. That was the signal of the onset of her orgasm. He decided it was time for him to come as well. He had been holding back for so long now he thought his balls would burst apart. "Are you coming?" he asked, rather unnecessarily, plunging back and forth, back and forth. "Oh god, yes, damn it, yes, yes, ah, ah, oh god, uhh, ahh, agh..." What she was trying to say was incomprehensible anyway, so he quickly pumped his cock furiously and harder into her wet pussy. He gripped her tits, thumbing her nipples and pinching them just the way she liked it and smiled when she broke off in a series of small, but sharp cries accompanying her ragged breathing and involuntary spasms that shot through her body. "Oh shit, baby, I'm going to cum too," he warned her. Even though she was in the throes of her orgasm, she pushed him away and slipped back off the seat. His cock popped out of her and he watched her sink to her knees, holding her tits and pushing them against his straining cock. The Tale of the Families Ch. 03 "Do it here and finish it, baby," she crooned. He didn't hesitate. They both knew that it was the way they liked it most. He shuffled forward and pushed his cock against her tits, already moving up and down. She used her tits to align his cock between them and when she pushed them together, he groaned and threw his head back. "No," she said sharply. "I want you to look when you cum!" His head snapped back and he stared in wonder as she used her tits to expertly stroke him between them and bring him to his orgasm. His glistening shaft slid effortlessly up and down the slick valley of her firm, young tits. She interlaced the fingers of her hands across the nipples and began to move up and down on the floorboard of the SUV countering his wild thrusts. She leaned down and allowed her saliva to dribble out of her mouth and land squarely on the fiery cock head, even though they both knew that this extra lubrication was not at all required because his cock was so wet with her juices and his own pre cum. "That's it, baby, come on, fuck 'em, fuck those tits, baby, oh yes, that feels so nice, ah, faster baby, faster. Fuck my tits faster, now, oh, yes, yes!" His eyes widened as he saw the tip of his cock hitting her chin when it surged up her cleavage during the forward thrust. The warmth of her tits, as they wrapped around his cock felt almost as hot as her cunt. "Ah, shit, baby, here it comes," he cried out. She watched his cum explode from the tip of his cock, hitting her right on her nose. She drew back so that the following burst could land on her lips and even as she smacked them together, she felt his third burst landing on her chin. "Oh yes, baby, cum for me, cum on my tits baby, cum and make them wet, ah yes, more, baby, ah yes, yes!" Who was he to deny? The Tale of the Families Ch. 04 Peter was the twin brother of Sandra's father and at fifty; he looked and behaved remarkably like his brother. The brothers were an even six feet and had managed to weigh an identical seventy each. Narrow shouldered, silky brown hair tinged with gray swept back across their foreheads and covering their ears, even their mannerisms were alike. When Sandra walked into her bedroom and picked up the baby in her arms, she could hear Peter moving around in the bathroom. "That you, Sandy?" he called out. "Yes. You having your bath?" Sandra answered, sitting down on the bed and bringing out one breast from her blouse to feed it to the infant, who immediately began suckling at it contentedly. "Yeah. How was the workout?" Peter called out. "Great." "What are you doing there?" "Feeding Robin, what else? You should know it by now." The bathroom door opened and Peter walked out. His face wore a grin. Besides that grin, he wasn't wearing anything else. "And, you little girl, you should know that your uncle loves watching this ritual!" She laughed, eying his phallus dangling between his legs. "As he always does!" she replied. "I was held up for a while and I know that if this little guy doesn't get his morning dose, he was going to bawl out for the rest of the day." "And if this little fellow," Peter said, gesturing at his semi-erect cock, "doesn't get his usual dose, he's gonna have to bawl out all alone." She pressed the baby closer to her breast and grinned. "That fellow never bawls alone. Whenever he wants to cry, he comes running for mama!" Peter walked to her and stood beside the bed, watching the baby suckle hungrily at her breast. He sank his fingers into Sandra's hair and gripped the back of her head, twisting her face towards him. He thrust his hips out so that his cock head brushed her face. "So, go ahead, little one," he said. Even as the baby suckled at her breast, Sandra opened her mouth wide and allowed her uncle to thrust his cock inside. Peter was big in that department; almost seven inches of meat was stuffed in her mouth and she had to stretch her mouth really wide to accommodate him inside. "Ah, baby, you do that so good," he whispered. "You are always horny, especially after you get back from those workouts!" Peter began to undulate his hips back and forth, fucking his niece's mouth gently. He would pull his cock out of her mouth completely, allow her to lick the shaft and then push it back into her mouth. Every stroke got a little deeper and deeper until eventually, and as usual, the entire length of his cock disappeared inside her mouth. "Hmm," Sandra managed to say as she let her tongue sweep the hot flesh of his shaft. Peter reached down and lifted the cup of the bra covering her other breast. He cupped it, marveling at its tautness and size. Gently, he squeezed it, delighting in the way that the warm milk jetted onto his palm. He grasped the erect nipple and rubbed it between his thumb and forefinger. She pulled her head back and looked at him. "You are really horny, huh?" she asked mischievously, allowing the tip of his cock to rub against her lips as she spoke to him. "I was inside the bathroom thinking of all those things we did yesterday night and damn! I couldn't help but get harder and harder. I have been waiting up for you baby! For so long!" She giggled, shifting to one side to allow the baby to continue suckling her breast. She dropped one shoulder back and pulled his on his cock. He let her do it and groaned when she directed the tip of his cock on the nipple that the baby wasn't suckling on. "Oh Jesus, Sandy, that feels so fucking good I could shoot all over you!" he gasped. "Wait," she whispered, "the baby's almost through." She let him squeeze the tit till some milk had dribbled onto his cock and then let her tongue sweep across the throbbing shaft. He took a step back and watched as his niece rose from the bed and carried the baby back to the crib. "Fast asleep," she commented, turning around to face him. Her tits were wet with the milk and glistened in the dark of the room. He was now sitting on the bed, almost at the same spot that she had occupied when feeding the baby. She stepped up to the bed and standing in front of him, she put her hands behind his head, thrust her hips out and pulled his face to her belly. Immediately, his hands went to the buttons of her jeans and as he nuzzled her t-shirt, he slid off one button after the other. Sandra impatiently pulled her t-shirt up over her head and flipped the dangling bra aside to stand naked in front of her uncle. He watched her large rosy pink nipples, glistening as they were, now getting harder. He enjoyed watching her getting turned on. She looked so pretty and so sexy, he thought, wondering why that dumb son of a bitch Alex had walked out. "Tits or cunt?" he asked mockingly, having already pushed her panties down over her ripe thighs, past her long legs till they were lying in a puddle around her. She stepped out of them, kicking them away. "I'm very hot now, uncle! I need to..." "Don't say anything, baby. Cunt it is," he chuckled, leaning forward to push his face squarely into her crotch. She moaned, grabbing his shoulders and pressed right back. She shuddered when his mouth opened, engulfing her bald pussy, thrusting the tip of his tongue inside the lips. "Ah yes, uncle Peter, eat me!" He gripped her taut buttocks and set about his task ardently, swiping his tongue up and down her wet slit. Though her knees were weak with the anticipation of his tongue, she managed to spread her legs, albeit, a little uncomfortably. He looked up at her, his eyes twinkling. Pulling his lips away or a moment, he said, "Go on, honey pot, lift that leg and rest that knee on my shoulder. Open up your cunt for me." Unsteadily, holding on to his shoulders, she raised a leg and put the knee on his shoulder. She leaned back from the waist so she could watch him working away at her pussy. "Oh yes, do the alphabets, uncle," she cried out. And so he began writing the capital letters on her pussy with the tip of his tongue. The two inclined lines of the 'A' began from the outside and bottom of her pussy and met at the apex and he swept the tip of his tongue across the middle of her slit to complete the alphabet. By the time he was inscribing the letter 'I', emphasizing the vertical line, she was reduced to a helpless, blabbering woman, struggling to match the rhythm with which he licked her with practiced ease. At 'J', she exploded into her first orgasm. "Oh my god," she cried out. "Oh yes, dear god, oh yes, that's it, uncle, nobody does that to me like you do, oh yes, fuck my cunt with your tongue, oh god, yes!" Ignoring her cries, he slid one hand around her rounded thighs and slipped a finger into her pussy, continuing describing the alphabets faithfully. "Ah, fuck it, fuck it like that, yes, fuck, fuck, yes," she gasped, clutching his head closer to her. Exactly midway through the capital alphabets, she came a second time, more powerfully than the first one. She actually hopped up, wrapping the second leg around his shoulder so that she was totally off the floor and was sitting atop his face. Peter was strong enough to grab her thighs, his mouth still clamped on her pussy and get to his feet. She shrieked as he carried her in this position right to the bedroom. She had to duck her head to avoid getting hit by the top frame of the doorway when they entered the bathroom. "Better set me down if you don't want me to fall off," she laughed, noticing that he had already filled the large circular tub with water. "And miss the chance of fucking with you? No way, baby," he replied, swiftly, releasing her so that she slid off the front of his body till she was standing in front of him. "You have been making the preparations, I can see," she said, taking his stiff cock in her hand and masturbating him gently. "Couldn't wait," he said, dipping a toe in the water. "Good. It's still warm, just the way you like it. Come on, let's fuck." He stepped into the tub and slid down to lie on his back. He hadn't filled up the water completely and the level reached just enough to cover his body up. His cock jutted out of the water. He swung one arm around the edge and captured his cock with two fingers of his other hand. "Give me a break, Sandra. Look at this poor fellow." She stepped in the tub gingerly, testing the water and turned around so that her back faced him. Slowly she lowered down till she was reclined on his body in the crook of his arm. She turned around, her tits mashing against his chest, one leg swinging around his hips and the other folding at the knee and spreading apart till it rested against the side of the tub. He bent down to kiss her mouth and his hand slid up from his cock to enfold the tit nearest to him. As they kissed wetly, he squeezed the tit. A spray of the warm milk shot out from her nipple covering his hand. His tongue shot into her mouth and she began sucking on it avidly, arching her back in pleasure as he played with her tit. He spread the milk over the soft flesh of her tits and then slid his hand down over her belly. She raised her body slightly to clear the top of her belly off the water and allow him to caress her there. He ducked his head down and captured the swollen tit in his mouth and she moaned when he sucked on it, drinking the milk. His other hand now went around her shoulders and fondled the other breast. She groped down, her hand rushing through the warm water and then skimming along the surface till she had his cock in her fist. He grunted around her nipple when she grasped his throbbing member and jerked it up and down. "Ah, uncle, that feels so good, ah yes, suck on my tits, ah yes! The other one now, uncle!" Peter shuffled forward, sweeping his tongue over the expanse of her smooth chest till his head was poised above the other breast. "You want lick or suck?" he teased her. "Oh fuck, uncle, do something, or I am going to rip this cock off!" She jerked hard on his cock and laughing, he bent down and stuffed her tit as much into his mouth as possible. She wailed when he began to drink from it. She shifted to her right slightly and now was directly atop his body and off the water, her back against his front. The water splashed when she moved her legs to arrange them wide apart and rest the heels on opposite edges of the tub. This way, her pussy was wide open and hovered inches above his cock. "Put it inside me, now," she panted, her hands gripping the edges of the tub. "You are doing all the moving, baby," he replied, licking her tits and adjusting his body so that his cock brushed her ass cheeks. She waited, breathing hard, suspended above him as he reached down with one hand to grab his cock and guide it to the entrance of her pussy. She sighed when he rubbed the tip over her slit and cried out when she felt the knob pressing against her clit. "Oh, please, uncle, shove that cock inside me now!" "You are greedy," he remarked, pushing his hips upward and letting his cock sink inside her pussy. "Ah," she breathed, slowly lowering her body till his shaft was impaled inside her. He groped for her swinging tits and captured them in his hands, kneading the supple flesh as she began to ride him. The water splashed rhythmically as she moved up and down over his prone body. "Oh my god, uncle, you are so long and so thick," she gasped as she moved up and down, back and forth, greedy for his cock now as it speared her repeatedly. "And you baby, are so hot and so tight, ah, yes, it feels so good, baby, yes, fuck me darling, oh yes, faster honey, harder!" The water splashed wildly as she increased the speed of her movements. It splashed against her ass and splashed over her legs to hit her pussy, which was swallowing his cock avidly, the muscles sucking the flesh inside of her. "Oh my god, I need that thing inside me forever, uncle," she whimpered. "You got it, babe," he replied, beginning to move faster now. He mauled her tits savagely, realizing that the flow of the milk, which had been so steady a while ago, had almost stopped. She was now gripping the edge of the tub with her hands and her legs were wide open as she put her heels down on the opposite edge of the tub. She moved up and down frantically as he lay on his back in the water, content to pump his hips in the opposite direction of her movements and kneading her swollen tits. His cock plunged into the depths of her hot pussy at exactly the angle she loved it to fuck her at. She had not only to move her ass up and down over him, but also had to rock back and forth to ensure that the entire length of his cock filled her up completely. "Fuck me harder, uncle!" she wailed. "Shove that cock deeper inside me, deeper and harder, ah yes, fuck me, oh god, fuck me!" He could sense that she was on the verge of an orgasm. He was amazed at the number of times she needed to come to attain her satisfaction and wished he could be similarly blessed with the capacity of coming several times in a row. He slid one hand down her swollen tit and over her taut, flat belly, his fingers extended downwards and she cried out again when he found her hard clit. "Oh yes," she hissed as he began rubbing his fingers in a circular movement, pressing hard on the nub. The water splashed around them as he began to move urgently; faster and harder now, concentrating on pounding steadily into her just the way she always needed it. His finger was a blur on her clit, as his cock dug into her deeper and deeper. And then she was crying out, her body twisting and shuddering and rocking as she exploded into a shattering climax. He continued fucking her with the same intensity till she gasped and moaned; finally, lifting her body off his till his cock popped out of her pussy. Her legs came off the edge of the tub and sank into the water beside his and her hands flopped down at her sides weakly. She sunk onto her back on top of his body, his cock trapped against her back. He stopped moving, letting her wallow in the luxury of the climax. They were breathing heavily. "Damn girl, but you are amazing," he commented, gently moving his body to rub his erect cock across her lower back. "So are you, as good and solid a fuck as always" she panted, reaching down to take his cock in her hands, lifting the upper part of her body to do so. "You are still hard!" "That's because I've still not come. You want another fuck, baby?" For an answer, she wriggled down over his body and he knew that she was satiated, though he wasn't sure for how long. She crouched at his waist and he pushed her hair back because he wanted to watch her sucking his cock. He always loved to watch. She held the base of his cock between two fingers and cupped his balls with the fingers of her other hand. She bent down and slid his cock into her mouth. She wasn't going to fool around this time. There was to be no licking or teasing. Instead, she took him in her mouth completely and he felt her nose against his crotch. She didn't immediately pull her head back, allowing his cock to thrust inside her throat, relaxing those muscles. He watched her as she accommodated him inside her mouth, milking him with those amazing throat muscles, amazingly without gagging till he thought she would choke. And just when he was about to pull back, her lips glided up his shaft till only the tip remained in her mouth. "Oh my god, baby, you suck mean and you suck good," he said. "Hmm..." she answered, looking up into his eyes before ducking down to take him back again up to the hilt. He lay back in the tub, letting the water cascade over his stomach, taking care to ensure that his cock was well above the water level. She wouldn't have cared less even if it had been under water, he knew, watching her as she concentrated on the blowjob. Her lips slid back and forth over the turgid flesh of his cock and her hands fondled his balls. He had to do something, he thought and finally reached down to take her jiggling tits in his hands, kneading the ample and soft flesh there. "Hmm," she murmured, now rubbing the wet tip over her lips and then easing her tongue down over the shaft. She pushed it back against his flat belly and licked the underside, sighing when he began to pinch her nipples. "Damn, there's still some milk left here," he said. She bent down and grinning at him, she took his cock back in her mouth. She brought her legs up and crouched down comfortably, giving her whole concentration on the job at hand. "Baby," he muttered casually, his hips lifting ever so slightly. "I think I want to come now." She redoubled her efforts after he spoke and he groaned when he felt the tip of his cock lodged in her throat, her mouth continuing to milk him. He managed to pull his upper body up and off the water and bending down over her, he began to move his hips up and down, feeding his cock to her with increasing speed. She clung on to his hips now, allowing him to fuck her face. She fondled his balls and managed to let her tongue sweep over his cock. It had to end, he thought regretfully. His back arched and he groaned, his mouth opening wide. He stared at the sight of his cock pumping furiously in and out of her lips and then, finally, he exploded. "Ah, oh god, ah, ughhh!" She struggled to swallow his seed. There was, as usual, a lot of it but she did swallow more that half of it. The rest, she let dribble out of the corners of her mouth that was still clamped around his throbbing shaft. He felt the drops of his come fall down on the back of his hand and he pulled it away so that they would instead anoint her tits. She moaned, her hands now clutching her tits, palms spreading his come all over them. That, she thought to herself, was just for starters.